Write well down

I always stubbornly believe that although I am obsessed with writing, I can only be regarded as a literary enthusiast. At best, I can only say that I am the author of those words, rather than a writer. When I was in school, I read “composition of middle school students” and often read that so-and-so classmate was the author of this article in the book. However, a writer is a kind of person who takes writing as his profession and has creative achievements. As far as Ankang is concerned, Li Chunping is a writer, Wang Xiaoyun is a writer, Huang Kailin is a writer, and Du Wentao is a writer. But for me, it is a distant dream. In fact, I always have a wish in my heart, that is, it doesn’t matter to get close to writers and attend a literary party, either in a fashionable coffee shop, or in an elegant tea house, or even in a simple farm, what matters is that a group of people who share common ideals and pursuits, a group of people who are fascinated by words, talking about poems and essays, and even the air is filled with a strong literary atmosphere, what a pleasant thing that is. Fortunately, a few days ago, my wish came true and I was really excited. On September 23th, it was a beautiful autumn day, with osmanthus fragrance and sunshine. My mood is as clear as this weather. Because that day, I received a call from du Wentao, the director of the county bureau of culture, radio and television. He asked me if I would like to go to Ankang for a meeting on the 26th, which was a symposium on literary creation. I said I was willing without thinking about it. You know, this is what I ‘ve been longing. For the whole afternoon, I was immersed in this matter, as if my dream of literature was about to come true and a pair of wings were born under my armpits, let me fly to the paradise of my own hope. I really want to tell everyone that I know, I don’t know, I really want to tell every flower, blooming, unblooming, and every white cloud passing by, gathering and scattering, fluttering and leisurely. The next few days, whole people seem to huang huang hu hu, non-stop counting down the day for our meeting——9 yue 26, even in dreams I dream to go to a meeting, I was discussing literature with many literary friends, so when I woke up at midnight, I couldn’t fall asleep any more. Thinking about myself and literature, although I had never experienced ups and downs, it was also bumpy, There were some small setbacks during this period, and now I finally saw hope. I imagined that I met famous celebrities in Ankang literature, and asked them to sign their names and take photos with them ————– thinking, the first ray of sunshine has shot into the room, and the first birdsong has knocked on the window lattice. The novel “Leading Life” written by teacher Li Chunping won the first prize. Unfortunately, I haven’t read it before. It must be good. I had never seen him before. My companion pointed at a man sitting in the first row and quietly said to me, that was Li Chunping. Ziyang is a writer. Along the direction of my companion’s fingers, I saw the teacher Li Chunping who had been admired for a long time. He was more vicissitudes than I imagined. He was tall and thin, and his thin face had some wrinkles, but his eyes were still bright, god, with the wisdom and depth unique to scholars, Oh, I feel a little excited, as if a middle school student met a great writer, I really want to ask him to sign my name, the best, I also guided my words, but that was just imagination. He was surrounded by several literature lovers who chatted around him. They were the first moon near the water tower. Among them, there was an aunt wearing plaid clothes and glasses who spoke most seriously, maybe she is also a literature lover. It seems that literature can make people younger regardless of age. I felt a little regretful in my heart, thinking that I was just an ordinary literature enthusiast and a famous writer. How could I answer my almost ignorant question? However, later, when teacher Li was having dinner, he noticed me when he toasted us at this table, and kindly told me that you were so small. He also asked me if I was an award-winning writer. I was really ashamed at that moment. Finally, he encouraged me to write it down., I am busy saying thank you for your encouragement. Writer, I am still far away from these two words, but I will strive hard. I was really excited at that time. Time has passed for so long. Teacher Li Chunping’s gentle eyes and encouraging words are still lingering in my mind. Yes, I will write it down. For my own dream, it is beautiful, attractive literary dream. Maybe it is the fate of previous life, or the love of this life. I always have a deep complex for words. At the beginning of self-literacy, I liked words. Of course, there was no concept of literature at that time. However, I always liked to read those words for no reason. When I see a good book, I always try to read it. I remember that when I was in school, my favorite class was Chinese. Among all the textbooks, the favorite one was Chinese books. Especially, every semester, the new textbooks just sent out were in a sudden, I got a treasure and couldn’t wait to open the Chinese book with ink fragrance. White Paper, black words, Exquisite patterns and distinct edges and corners, every time I open them, I feel like holding a perfect promise. I tasted carefully and chewed slowly. I saw the excellence of the novel, The Poetry of the prose and the depth of the essay. Later, I saw the rationality of Yu Qiuyu, the serenity of Zhang Xiaofeng and the sharpness of Long Yingtai. With the increase of reading volume, I always felt that some words in my mind were stranded, so I tried to paint and write by myself. In my spare time, I started to graffiti on the manuscript paper and changed it, changed transcripts. A 2000 or 3000-word article, outs to spend a week. Later, my husband saw that I was too hard, so he bought me a computer, which was much more convenient than before. In the eyes of many books and several people, writing is a very hard job. Think about it, an ordinary article needs to be composed of words, connected into paragraphs and written into articles, which is indispensable. What’s more, If you want to write an article that you are satisfied with and the readers are satisfied with, you need more, lofty conception, exquisite layout, application of rhetoric and scrutiny of words. However, in my eyes, writing is a very pleasant thing, even enjoyable. Think about it, in the autumn night, outside the window, maybe there is a lack of moon hanging on Shu Tong, maybe it is a sudden rain hitting banana, all have a poetic beauty. Indoors, a computer, a figure, with the knock of the keyboard, write down those beautiful or sad words, the flowers of my heart are quietly in full bloom, with blue tranquility, there are black sadness, white happiness and purple hesitation. Maybe her fondness for literature moved her. I finally had my debut, which was a little poem. I will never forget how I pondered over the completion of meditation and how I turned to the mailbox with uneasy mood on a rainy day. A week later, I finally knew the result. It was a memorable day, and I was greatly encouraged. Since then, I have published words on various media one after another, without any tofu blocks. Up to now, I think writing has become a part of my life. If I don’t write anything for a few days, I feel that I am in a panic. If I fall in love with her, it will be my whole life. She is my choice without regret in this life. I know that my efforts and the final end may not have the ending I expected, but I never regret my choice, even though I deeply know that I chose the road of literature, I will eventually associate with loneliness. In fact, all the strength was doomed at the moment of departure, and I made that young oath in the wind. Water was stored in my chest, and bamboo was planted in my heart. I was far away from the noise and disturbance of the world of mortals. I tried hard to save a clear spring in my chest with words, which was clear and transparent. I planted a cage of bamboo in my heart, high and elegant, therefore, in every windy day, in every snow dance season, in the rainy or no rainy night, there will always be a stream flowing through, and there will always be a bamboo forest, all the seasons are green, so my confused soul can navigate and my tired soul can rest.. I will write it down carefully. Although I am not a writer or talented, I have my own faith in literature. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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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