Speech is the flower prose of the mind.

Early autumn, near noon, the air is filled with faint flowers and fragrance. Sunlight shines softly on the opened pages through the glass window, and a line of words comes into view: paper and ink are vines in the dust; Speech is the flower of the heart.

Reading, mind, softness, softness, reading, reading, ecstasy, beauty. It seems that paper and ink have become earthly branches and words, which originate from my heart and are graceful like flowers flying all over the sky, while I, holding those scattered and meaningful petals, are like holding a winter sunshine with a touch of warmth.

I have a paranoid love for words, and I like to indulge in a word, a sentence and an article. In reading and writing, I combed my heart, sitting alone under the lamp in the dead of night, tapping the crisp sound of the keyboard, like ink crossing plain rice paper, and gradually felt dusty. Words always enter the bottom of my heart gently, smoothing my eyebrows with delicate warmth and melting the frost and snow in my heart. Heart, entrusted to words, stained with flowers, light. I feel that the words are beautiful, beautiful, always going around, and inadvertently returning to the words.

Speech is the most beautiful flower that blooms in the heart. How many people linger on the flowers of words, and how many people also plant flowers on paper. Blossoming words, growing in the dust, are full of intoxicating fragrance. The flowers in the wind, the leaves in the rain, and the complex of shifting stars grow beautifully in a piece of ink. Clusters of flowers bloom, fresh and elegant as orchids, strange and tall as plum blossoms, graceful and graceful as peony, swaying as peach blossoms, or refined as violets. The host often lies drunk in the flowers, and the visitors become beautiful, as if they were stained with flowers.

Language is the eye of spiritual home. The bones, veins, tendons and spiritual blood of the characters all bear the same burden. The sky is blue, the wind is light, clear and bright, which is the foundation and redemption of culture. How many people use knowledge, talent and life to write, and they are using words to transcend reality, sublimate their souls and experience life. First-class figures must have infiltrated the spirit, held high in Philip Burkart, filled the world and won the hearts of the people. Writing means a flower, another flower, a soul, awakening another soul, and there are always some words that can touch our heartstrings; There is always a word that can warm our hearts; There are always some words that represent the "truth, goodness and beauty" that we yearn for, which will make timid and brave, humble and arrogant, and clumsy and talented. Because of these words, people tend to be elegant and avoid vulgarity, or fall in love, or be gentle, or fight, and move towards a better realm step by step.

Words are a way to talk to the heart. How many people, I write my heart by hand, leave my heart with words, record my life and express my inner thoughts. The idea of writing comes from the idea that gives it life. Without the vicissitudes of time and the tempering of life, how can there be a sentimental and flexible heart? What a person really attracts others lies in his thoughts and his soul, and his writing is related to his life experience and personal accomplishment. A person's yearning for and affirmation of good feelings and a good life, life experience, vicissitudes and great changes, and spiritual persistence will all be projected in the text, and his spiritual interests such as life experience, belief and wisdom will be rich and varied. Words are hearts, words are natural expressions and inner singing. When the text is poured into the most sincere and rich emotions by the author, it has the soul of life and fascinating appeal. The author's' pure heart' will become flesh and blood and have vivid charm. Intoxicated in the garden of the soul, those beautiful sentences, moving scenes and beautiful sentimentality are deeply corroded by their unique charm. Touching the author's soft heart, you will become interested in each other, share joys and sorrows, read over and over again, and linger on the author's name, wondering, what kind of person will write such a text? What kind of heart is hidden behind the words? This may be the charm of words.

The charm of words is more about showing a person's spiritual charm. Only people with good sentiments can write good words. What words see is sincerity, true feelings and true feelings, and the emotions and artistic conception it conveys are the greatest happiness of people who don't make a living from literature but enjoy it. People who are truly loyal to words, the words flowing from his pen tip, are written in their own hearts, and they will never name names for fame and fortune. Their hearts are emotional and they will take words as the object of pouring out. Rational people will use words to improve their thoughts. No matter whether the writing is noble or simple, the richer it is, the warmer it is. On the contrary, some so-called word lovers, although they have the ability to judge words and make sentences and rich writing skills, can "live in vain and make a small profit", and it is difficult to maintain that ethereal spirit. That bourgeois writing mentality directly obliterated the aura of their words. And more people, like pure words, like Lin Qingxuan, like Jane, like Zhou, don't think about Golden House and Yan Ruyu, just hope that words will lead them, fit with different hearts, find the same soul and find the beauty of words.

The beauty of words lies not in the flashiness of words, but in the writing and understanding of life. Only such words can touch people's hearts and make readers sing for them, because they are not only fragrant words, but also from ideas. Truly beautiful words are not in words, but in their true colors, just like true beauty. Even if they are rude, they don't hide their natural appearance. Just like painting, a natural line and a simple brush stroke are easily waved away, which makes people feel that the artist's hand does not need effort or skill, which embodies the beauty of the artist. The real beauty of beautiful writing lies in its natural beauty, vitality and spiritual beauty in "sweeping the moth's eyebrows"

Words are monologues of one's soul. From a person's mastery of words, we can roughly see the level of a person's talent; From a person's writing content, we can roughly see a person's life experience and cultural education; From the appeal of a person's words, we can roughly see whether a person has rich emotions and spirituality. The souls who like writing are interlinked, and the appreciation of literature, the recognition of interest and the affinity for spirit can arouse the soul's * * *. After reading a person's words, you can read a person's heart. Approaching the garden of one's own or others' hearts and looking for the fragrance of spirit, writers will understand that they want to wake up some sleeping beautiful hearts with beautiful words and find a beautiful life in a short life course. Beautiful words, the resonance of the soul, together, people through words, let the mind and state of mind, collision communication, phase contract * * *. The flowers in my heart, such as orchids in deep valleys or lotus flowers in blue waves, have a faint fragrance and are long and distant.

Speech is the flower of the soul. There are many beautiful words, fantastic ideas and profound insights between the lines. With colorful words, we will see the witty remarks of talented people and beautiful women, and behind the beautiful words, there is also a beautiful heart beating.

However, a good article, more like a cup of well-prepared scented tea, needs to be tasted with heart. The flowers are soaked in boiling water, and the shallow tea fragrance is diffuse, and the fine taste is on the face, and the teeth and cheeks are distinct. At night, in the morning, with the fragrance of tea, quietly immersed in the book, or let the keyboard flow like running water, we will find that life is gradually enriched and beautiful with the words.

The flowers and plants on the windowsill are still quietly bathed in the warm sunshine, and the faint fragrance permeates the room. Reading with a scroll, the fragrance overflowed from my fingers.