The art of writing design is about the theme of handwritten newspapers.

The edge of art

Music is an art. I think it is the most beautiful of all arts, because it can touch our souls. When the high emotions can't be vented, listen to music, all the troubles will disappear and life will become wonderful again.

Nowadays, people are often burdened with various problems and pressures. They live a dusty life all day long, are confused under the mirage of the city, and don't care about their daily feelings. Slowly, they all become the same machine, shrouded in gloom. On the other hand, music is a good medicine for them to regain their former vitality.

I don't know whether music is like mood or mood is like music! Maybe music and mood are one! Man and nature are also one! Music itself is life-life is music.

Music can purify people's hearts. People immersed in the music world tend to be more open-minded, sensitive, emotionally stable, and more able to understand other people's feelings, so it is easier to get along with others. At the same time, they are more likely to feel the joy of life and love life.

Music is a good teacher. It will bring your mind out of the hustle and bustle, bring it to a quiet land, and calm your restless mind. Music is your friend when you are happy and your partner when you are frustrated.

Music can play too many roles of truth, goodness and beauty, and its role is also indispensable in life. It is a good way for human beings to cultivate their sentiments and a ladder for the spread of civilization. Let music enter everyone's heart, understand the most beautiful truth, and feel the rhythm of human true feelings! ! ! !

Art and life

When I was a child, I was just a child chasing sand by the sea. The sea never gave me literary talent, and the muse never touched me with her hands. When I grow up, I leave the sea in my hometown. In a bookstore in the city, I first came into contact with so many books. Once, I dug out a collection of poems from a dazzling bookcase with Tagore's quotation printed on it: "Buy a collection of poems with coins in your hand, and it will make your heart as happy as a bird and fly freely in infinite emptiness." I just took a look and bought it like a treasure. Since then, Tagore has brought me to a colorful world. I am fascinated by poetry, just as I am fascinated by the deep and vast sea.

I found the charm of poetry as bright as the sun for the first time. Li Bai, who is optimistic and bold, Du Fu, who is deep and melancholy, and Li Qingzhao, who is graceful and restrained, walked out of the poetry circle ... They showed me everything in the world with different styles of pens. Gradually, I understood Wang Guozhen's sincerity, Shu Ting's delicacy and Wen Yiduo's profundity. I made friends with Shelley and Pushkin and experienced the magnificence of the world poetry garden. Slowly, I found that I can't live without poetry. Poetry always plucks my heartstrings with its invisible hand, plucks people's piano, and drives me crazy. So in class, I learned from the teacher's mouth that Gu Cheng yearned for "the night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light"; After class, I chanted and entered the artistic conception of "lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and lotus leaves are sweet in Hetian". I really feel like a happy bird that Tagore said, flying freely in infinite emptiness.

After reading many poems, I can't help but have a dream and gently open the door of literature hall with my poems. Whenever others play, I am fascinated by exploring the beauty of everything; When all the lights went out, I built a line of poems under the lights alone, and the thin pen tip flowed out the singing of birds, the blooming of flowers and the growth of tender grass ... I wrote the songs in my heart with my own pen, and everything was happy. Every time I send a poem, waiting becomes a part of my life. Although most of them sink into the sea, I sing a song when I think that Jiang Guo is really "frustrated"; When you are sad, write a poem. Because life is always beautiful, my mind is extremely open. Occasionally, I saw my words turn into printed words, and I was so excited that I couldn't sleep well for several nights. Although no one cheered, I felt that the door of the literary palace was slowly opening, and the muse smiled at me. My immature poem just fulfilled my literary dream.

I am addicted to reading and writing poems. That line of verse is a flying butterfly that brought me to a beautiful and colorful garden; That poem is like a firefly. "It gives off a faint light, but it will be bright when it is saved."

I will always be attached to the Muse, and I have no regrets.