Iraqis lean against the door, fireworks are easy to cold; The red makeup is beautiful, and the ink is still there. -inscription
Asked with a smile what is beauty, I said that life is colorful because of words and wonderful because of reading. Walking in the book, I will feel the beauty of life and the pleasure of spirit.
Prose makes people quiet.
At the most anxious time, it was the moonlight on the lotus pond that approached my summer solstice, which cooled my anxiety and agitation of youth. At the most confused time, it was Zhang Xiaofeng's words that smoothed the messy and confused sideburns in my heart. How can I not say that prose is my bone comb of "three thousand worries" in my quiet heart? That sentence is beautiful, exquisite and delicate. As the spring rain in April moistens me. Spiritual and natural words seem to have brought me into the pastoral seclusion woven by words, and let me find a quiet place in the noise and understand Bing Xin. After reading, reading ... walking in the spiritual world created by prose, smoothing the chaotic inner world, putting on a neat bun full of wisdom and tranquility, makes me more beautiful in tranquility.
Poetry makes me look forward to flying.
I love poetry, especially reading ancient poems. I am addicted to poetry recitation, and my teachers and classmates have witnessed the most beautiful expression on my face. Thinking of Wen Tianxiang, who has never died since ancient times, always shines in my heart. The awe-inspiring knife-shaped eyebrows are undoubtedly so handsome that they can't be traced with an eyebrow pencil. Reading Gu Cheng-How can eyes like those of the son of the night be beyond the reach of ordinary fat and vulgar powder? I stared at Dai Wangshu, who expressed hope and groped for the sky with his broken palm. The blood on his mouth is the most touching color. Indulged in the artistic conception of these poems, I express the poet's feelings with my voice. Teachers and classmates all say that I am fascinated by the world of reading aloud and look forward to flying.
Novels fascinate me.
In my eyes, every novel has its unique fragrance. Maybe it's the smell of straw in Cao Wenxuan's works, maybe it's the fragrance in Jing Ke's Jing M.Guo's works, maybe it's the honey fragrance hidden in Jin Yong's Tomb of the Living Dead ... all of which fascinate me. If both prose and poetry are paintings, only novels are sachets. Reading a novel, with the fragrance and fragrance in the pages moving forward slowly, you are also contaminated with this ink fragrance over time. When you meet someone who is destined to tell a story that * * * likes, * * * enjoys it, doesn't it achieve the effect of attracting people to the sachet? I want to find that fragrance with a novel. ...
Beautiful people, accompanied by words, happy people can indulge in the world of words all day. Youth will eventually die, but the makeup of life will last forever. Walk in the world of words and win the eternal beauty precipitated by years and wisdom.