How do you describe your feelings? Jiangshan is like the warmth in winter, the coolness in summer, the fullness in autumn and the brilliance in spring. All the year round, it can always give people a different touch.
People may meet many people and things in this life. Although some of them are not vigorous, but have faint memories that others can't perceive, she can still occupy a small corner in my heart, and the blue sea and sky is the first reverie left in my heart.
Not to mention how I entered this country at the beginning, I only know that I can't get through once I step in. The feeling here gives me endless sweetness. If you love, you will willingly grab a pen and doodle clumsily; When I opened my heart, I fell in love with words and the long night. Jiangshan, I like to talk to my friends, read their dreamlike poems and enjoy their atmospheric articles. A kind of lofty sentiments will also be infected, no longer limited to the sadness of being immersed in love with children, my vision will be opened instantly, and my life seems to become colorful. Jiangshan, you occupy a corner, I occupy a corner, so close to each other, conveying a passion between them, warming every corner of my heart and every dream at night. Sometimes, just a person, quietly writing, quietly thinking, let some inexplicable feelings sneak into the edge of the soul, and from time to time give new connotations, new reverie, new memories.
Jiangshan is really full of vitality, just like watering the green, involving too many ethereal emotions, and my thoughts are full. I often appreciate the encounter on this screen, which can keep the noise out of the screen. I even think that many miracles are created inadvertently. Here, maybe everyone can interpret the song "Mountains and Rivers" with their heart, and the same interest can make each other forget their age and gender. From literary friends to bosom friends, talk about literature, current affairs, his happiness and your troubles. A seemingly distant warmth is conveyed in frankness, and the true connotation of friendship has been deeply rooted in people's hearts. When you look back, the other person will smile and say: We have been here, that's enough!
Jiangshan is a world of words. The language composed of words is really a wonderful structure that has been stirring for thousands of years. I can't say, but you can pay with this thick ink and light color pen. Earned sincerity can also make people's eyes moist. They face a transparent body, and some emotions are slowly unfolding. A faint joy is so pure and natural, and the heart is painted with rouge. We talked in the blue sea, with a little empathy, intimacy, soft words, an appreciation that transcends the simple love of children.
In the short days in Jiangshan, I moved from a person's indifference to mutual encouragement with my friends. That touch is so clear, my heart is no longer empty, I am no longer sad. On the contrary, I found my true self. The thick, indifferent and happy share I got from my friends' words has dissolved my body and mind.
Strolling through the mountains and rivers, perhaps an accidental meeting and a few casual chats will enable you to meet a mentor and keep in touch regularly, enriching your beautiful daydreaming days. A mentor can let you learn to appreciate; Good friends can make you learn to be tolerant; I can also let you know that I don't promise what I can't give, and I don't demand what I can't get; It can also let you know how to be a man and how to do things.
When you think about it, when that kind of enthusiasm has left you a kind memory, it can really make people deeply like it. How can such a good place for grazing souls not make people feel moved for a long time, and how can it not make people feel that even if the sun, moon and stars slip away from you, I still have your clear sky!
Tonight, wandering in Jiangshan, this Jiangshan, has deep acquiescence and friendship with me. She made me used to sitting quietly in such a dark night, and I also like the warmth and gentle touch of a quiet night. I waited quietly in Jiangshan, letting rich and changeable thoughts soak my flesh.
I also know that my humble pen can't express my mountain complex, how deep the mountain is and how harmonious it is. She can remind people of the boiling point and burning point of life, as well as the freshness and strangeness of emotions, but my expression is too rough.
Simply, stay out of sight, let my soul dissolve in the blue sea, stop thinking about books, paper and pens, and like a loyal friend, closely link my friendship with mountains and rivers.
To put it simply, within earshot, play a piano piece by clayderman, Auld Lang Syne, and maybe you can meet another friend in Jiangshan!
I have been here for you, and only I know that I am the real me!
There are mountains and rivers in the world of mortals. Mountains and rivers express our dreams.
Jiangshan is the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus in August, and the brilliance of plum blossoms in December is so fragrant and warm as soon as it enters the heart and spleen. When I really felt its existence, its brilliance had already shone all over me.
There are graceful talented women in the south of the Yangtze River and talented people with lofty sentiments in the north. Everyone uses a touch of pen and ink to express their vision for the future and lament the coldness of the world. Words are eloquent and casual. Here, there are indulging in the middle of the night, acacia strung with red beans, leisurely clouds and wild cranes, and philosophical rambles. All the threads are branded with eternal marks. Have a soft spot for words, let everyone break through many imprisonments and pave the way to the soul with bold pen and ink.
On the big stage of life, loneliness is performed on the stage, and the audience looks at the clouds gathered by chance. Life is ugly in the end. We each play our own roles, straining our heartstrings and holding our breath, for fear of ruining a certain drama, but here in the misty rain, the world has become smaller, and we can all tear off our masks and truly show our joys and sorrows.
Perhaps, this little heart can really plant everyone's feelings, and dreams can bloom here. Appreciate your poems, appreciate his prose, leave comments or ridicule, all smile at each other through the screen, and an appreciation is also precipitated in my heart.
I often think that the pure land here can accommodate your loneliness and loneliness, and you can also find your sobriety and reason. Pick up a pen, you can shout, you can vent your pain, you can also write down your happiness, a freedom to get rid of the shackles after an epiphany, and seize your whole soul instantly.
In Jiangshan, everything can be unconstrained, from poetry to prose, from essays to novels, you can do nothing, and your heart is everywhere.
Once, I put my first poor work into the countryside with a feeling of anxiety. I waited in front of the computer, and the mouse kept hovering on the surface of the prose. I am really happy to see that the article has been approved. With the increase of articles, I realize that the threshold for approval is not very high. I have met many literary friends. After reading their exquisite articles, my hand holding the pen became more and more hesitant. Maybe I'm playing games. When I told this idea to a literary friend, he said that we are all hobbies, writing for love and writing for happiness, and don't care too much about other people's comments. Come to think of it, it is. Sometimes, what you write may only be enough for one person to appreciate. If you want to write, leave a short article here. Maybe a comment will warm your heart.
Because of my personality, in my spare time, I like to stay here in Jiangshan, read those good articles that make people feel excited, and occasionally leave my own feelings, whether naive or simple, but the small print I typed with my fingertips is my sincere emotional confession.
We are here to read about you, me, life and the world. Here, heart and heart are interlinked, and a word "sincerity" connects you and me. We write for happiness, and at both ends of the picture, we are all smiling peacefully.
Perched in a corner of the country, enjoying the blooming scenery, half a cup of tea, meditating and savoring the fragrance of words. Here, you can enjoy the fun brought by words, so that your life will not be wasted, and you can write for happiness. Only happy people can bring happiness to others. There is no conspiracy in our mountains and rivers. We write with our heart, collect with our heart, and take a step back. We are still the masters of our own souls, and no one can do anything about it.
I chose Jiangshan because I love it. With my enthusiasm, I can get my own touch. Here, I have a solid sustenance and a full life. I believe that words can give birth to feelings, where there is ink, there must be warmth.
Here, there is love communication. I have always liked the atmosphere of mountains and rivers. I have some contact with each other. Sometimes, at night, I will turn on the light to visit everything beyond time and space. An impulse will also come from the heart. I have really become a loving migratory bird and fly back here every year.
Worries in the world and helplessness in the distance can also be turned into indifference here, just for happiness, pursuing a sober independence, being calm and restrained, enjoying yourself, or enjoying yourself psychologically without pen and ink and obstacles, and entering the world according to a calm feeling.
I also admit that my humble pen can't write any good articles, but from the moment I stepped into the mountains and rivers, I unconsciously insisted on what I was defending and couldn't say clearly. I always feel that there is an empty mountain and valley in my heart.
People in Jiangshan are like walking in a dream that changes with the wind and rain. The blooming flowers here are not the glory of the world. That kind of simplicity can make people forget the sorrow. Walking in the misty rain is like the beginning of a journey, just a process, but there is no end. You can always find a new self along the way. Without restraint, let your heart fly, let your dreams sail, and be as chic as ever. You hardly want to know where you come from or where you want to go. Here, the harvest is not loneliness, but openness and indifference.
Walking in the mountains and rivers, the steady pace can not only show the heroic spirit, but also arouse the romantic feelings, and become attached to it. With a graceful pen, I wrote down the quiet and energetic interest, wandered here, listened to the songs from my heart, and over time, I lost my melancholy, but gained a special spiritual ideal.
I have written so much, but I can't finish writing my feelings for Jiangshan, so I have to remember it slowly and attentively.