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Every time in the lonely midnight, when the night is quiet, I will make a pot of fragrant tea with a tranquil heart, let the tea that moistens my lips overflow my heart; Then light a cigarette, make the smoke around hazy eyes; Then sit in front of the computer and tap the keyboard gently with both hands, making your mood excited with words, jumping out the most beautiful chapter with sad pen and ink, for my scarred heart, pour a layer of heavy colours, indulged in the words in the music melody. Words are the sustenance of the soul, and I walk alone in my heart. In the long river of ups and downs in my life, I like to write about the humanity and worldly wisdom of the officials in my hometown. I also like to write about my travels at home and abroad, and I prefer to write my own nocturnal songs of the world of mortals. How many days and nights I buried myself in my words, and those fragments of memory scattered at my fingertips. There were Happiness, romance, sadness and annoyance in my words, all the mixed feelings are poured out in the words. Between the lines is the telling of the heart, which is the call of the soul. I irrigate my dreams with words, and look forward to the future with words. When I am sad, I write down the whisper of my heart with words, and pour out the endless Lonely heart words under the lonely light and Cold Moon; When I am happy, I let the words jump out the passion of love and the rhythm of life on the screen. When you are happy, the words between fingers are relaxed and lively; When you are sad, the words between fingers are sad and melancholy; When you are happy, the words between fingers are romantic and affectionate; When you miss, the words between fingers are painful and bitter. The ups and downs of mood agitated the words sometimes passionate, sometimes gentle, sometimes delighted, sometimes melancholy. Life is vast and time is long. Time goes by quietly in the years, and it is March of the new year in a flash. Although the south of the Yangtze River in March was chilly in spring, there had been a few threads of spring Twining on the branches, which was exactly the season when the grass grew and warblers flew, birds talked and flowers were fragrant. The green grass, the elegant flowers, the soft wind, the lingering spring rain, the sprouted Willow, the bright peach blossom, the whispering swallow; The picturesque smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I will walk into my words. I will describe the picture scroll of spring as much as I like, and I will give full play to my happy mood. There are romantic dreams and fragrant memories in the text, leaving my heart a warm beauty forever. I like writing, which tells my colorful mood every day arbitrarily. The horizontal and vertical of words are the life coordinates of my foothold in the world; The left and right of words are the blue sky of my life; The hook and fold of words, it is the ditch and the ridge on my long journey of life; The 1.1 of words is the rest of my heart as quiet as water after exhaustion. When I was busy, I could sit down. I was used to talking softly with words in the quiet night and letting my thoughts fly in the words. I am always touched by a kind of warmth in my heart when I walk in the room full of flexible words everyday. Many of my articles published in “red sleeves add fragrance” and “prose online” have been reprinted by many blogs and websites, especially those emotional words, some of which have been made into recitation works with both voice and emotion, and good words, some are made into exquisite Web pages including text, pictures, animation and video and audio. In fact, I know that I can’t write articles. The words I wrote before are purely caused by leisure and hobbies! Many of them are just their own spiritual dialogues! I think only words can show my feeling as before, no matter how excited I am? Or how painful and annoying? No matter how ambitious it is? Or how much I hate the sick? I can be vividly displayed between the lines! I wandered in the ocean of words and fell in love with words like this. In the words, I read the clouds, listened to the rain and invited the Sun and the moon. In the words, I wrote poems about love mu spring breeze. In the words, I heard the sound of soul flying. In the words, I saw the spark of soul collision. In the words, I felt the warmth of spring. Those words gathered in a low voice, letting the years erode the mood changes, turning into words in their own works, permeating into an emotional appeal, permeating into an atmosphere and engraving into a memory. This kind of memory will become a kind of eternity, which is the embodiment of my heart and the silent pouring out of my heart. A person’s life may not be long, but no matter what? As long as a fiery heart in my chest is still beating, as long as my hand can hold a pen to write, I am will not give up writing, I will continue to write! Enthusiasm is constant, and words are not old Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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