Words are poems, paintings, songs and dreams written by writers.
When you are happy, words are the best sharers; Is the best listener when you are sad; It is your best companion when you are lonely. It will be happy because you are happy, sad because you are sad, worried because you are worried, and injured because you are injured.
I like a quiet night, walking hand in hand with words on a quiet path, feeling its profundity and tranquility. I like to shuttle between lines and feel the touch of words.
I am a person who likes writing. If writing is a rose with thorns, sometimes it will make people cry and even hurt their hearts, I am still willing to turn into a butterfly and dance for her. Watching it blossom and fall can leave an immortal fragrance.
I like writing. China's writing style is the most wonderful and emotional, with polysemy and polyphony. As long as you feel and experience with your heart, it is the most beautiful chapter.
Please feel free to ink, color and polish it. Either it is a flowing calligraphy masterpiece; Or a picture of beautiful countryside, beautiful but not enchanting.
With sound and music, she is a flowing note. Such as: the low sadness of the seven-stringed guqin; Such as Wu Yinnong's lingering tenderness: the ancient temple in the mountains is ethereal; In the vast world, the sandpiper is boundless! ; Wandering in the rivers and lakes in the night rain melts into it.
Add emotion and meaning to it, or lingering poems or gentle words. I like to hold hands with words and walk into Tang poetry and Song poetry. Appreciate the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland; Taste the indifference of the world; Experience the poet's talent; Have deep feelings for the poet's children. Such as tragic wind and horses; Such as the heroic yellow sand in the desert; Such as lingering before the flowers and under the moon; It is cold when there is no moon.
I like to hold hands with words and walk into melancholy poems. The lilacs in the rain are empty and sad, like a river flowing eastward, the time was long before I met her, but it was longer after I left, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. It's so sad that I don't know how many people are haggard and how many tears are left. Delicate taste, indulge in it, I feel like a woman who complains and wanders around the world in the red chamber.
Some people say that ancient poetry is too quiet, too far away, too quiet, too boring, too far away and unpredictable. But what I like is this kind of silence, this kind of remoteness can stir up stormy waves in silence, but remoteness can get closer in my heart.
I like to drink tea, listen to music, watch the rain and the moon hand in hand with words. A word, a heart, a word, a story, a word, a world. I like to lie in his arms when I am sad and enjoy his warmth quietly. I like to pick him up when I am happy and dance with me. I like to cry and laugh with him and spend one long night after another.
Whether you are sad or lonely, as long as you need him, he will always be by your side. I think he is the only person in my life who won't leave me. Maybe he is my "past karma, present karma". Therefore, I don't need the ambiguity of blue face; No need for illusory touch: no need for enthusiasm across the screen, no need for the oath of "no chance in this life, continue in the next life"
I just want him to hold my hand and be my lifelong confidant.