It is extremely accidental to enter the "net text". I once wanted to search a poetry website in Baidu, but I didn't find it, but I found the page. Reading articles rooted in life, I can't help but feel ups and downs. I made my first article with a uneasy heart, but I couldn't stop from now on. A netizen asked me in a chat: your words are simple but there is no lack of sincere feelings. What makes you insist on writing so many works? I casually replied: because of loneliness! Because loneliness seems to be particularly puzzled by my use of this word, and even a little contemptuous of me, as if the good impression established by the previous words collapsed instantly.
Facing the quiet computer screen, I began to think about my original intention of writing, and began to really reconsider the word "loneliness", wondering whether my answer was really inappropriate. Think about yourself, is it really because of pure love for words? Is it really written because of some great and beautiful ideals?
When I think like this, it is actually a node at this time. I used to think loneliness is a derogatory term, and wasting time seems to be full of shame; Dissatisfied with a life that is too awkward; And contempt for decadent living conditions. If you think about it today, it's not all. It is also a kind of happiness for a person to completely immerse himself in his favorite world and enjoy loneliness alone. I want to be lonely like this, as if I still have some far-reaching power and some unspeakable poetry.
After busy work and tedious housework, I like to nest in a quiet study. Listening to Chen Ming's loneliness makes me so beautiful: "A woman who has lost her fetters wants to fly freely. Tonight's loneliness makes me so beautiful that I don't need anyone to visit my sadness and joy; The loneliness tonight makes me so beautiful. I don't need anyone to disturb my grievances. The lonely corner tonight makes me so beautiful. The emptiness tonight makes me so beautiful. I lost my intimate woman and wanted to fly freely ... "Listening to this song, I was intoxicated, but I was not drunk in wine, but Miri, Malaysia who was drunk in words. I slowly closed my hands and my fingertips touched the tip of my nose. I am used to thinking in this posture, so that my soul can fly high for a short time, quietly let words fill my inner loneliness and let my soul practice. Sniffing the faint scent of tea and listening to soothing music may be a kind of laziness and a bit decadent, but it is also a kind of enjoyment.
Appreciate my friend May's new meticulous work "Prosperity and Longevity", rich and charming peonies, vivid birds with ribbons, and an extremely gorgeous painting. I left a message to praise: how many beautiful women will enjoy loneliness! Enjoy loneliness, I know how such a painting, starting from the manuscript, is colored layer by layer and over and over again, and how much time is accompanied by loneliness? Stop writing, stare at each other and enjoy your smile. I stare at such a painting, but I have an illusion, as if the petals raised are a beautiful jade carving, which is slowly cut and polished by the carving knife of time in loneliness, and the miracle presented is not only amazing.
How many times, wandering alone on the edge of loneliness. Pushing open the lonely window, my heart wanders in the years and struggles in the noise. Maybe at that time, I didn't really walk into loneliness and didn't realize the true meaning of loneliness. And time is always the best practice. When I followed her hurried footsteps, I was a little tired, but when I entered confusion, the fragile soul no longer seemed to need to be so strong? Can also settle a heart in loneliness!
Gradually accustomed to the word sadness into the text, but also accustomed to the word joy drying in the text, accustomed to the memory of sadness and joy into silent poems. Accustomed to slowly holding a pen on noisy and trivial paper, quietly waving a volatile silk, gradually sinking an impetuous heart between strokes and pens, and settling down properly, I dare not say that I am happy when I think about it, but I am calm enough to step into the lonely realm and enjoy this lonely poem.
I always feel lucky. In my quiet station, I can gradually dare to tolerate my physical disability, but I am not surprised to look down on life and even accept the "sunshine" evaluation from my friends. Gradually, I can live quietly in loneliness, enjoy my true self in loneliness, immerse myself in the story woven by words, laugh and cry, and gently turn all kinds of feelings into touching poems in loneliness to light up a little sadness in my heart and warm my eyes. Looking at my friend's "May" meticulous painting exhibition, one beautiful painting after another, which one is not the most beautiful and brilliant flower she opened in the lonely flower field with her persistent pen?
Life can't be sunny forever, so it's inevitable that everyone will be lonely sometimes. Years are quiet, thank you for giving me so many lonely times to weave words. Listening to the rain under the eaves, the wind and rain turn into flowers, which is the poetry of rainy days. And I use the fire of perseverance to ignite the beloved words in my heart, which is the poetry of enjoying loneliness.