And tonight, there is no preparation, no purpose, just don't want to be quiet on such a night. There are not many articles with their own pen names, but many, one after another, coming from my time, lined up neatly, and slowly increased, so I stayed in this dark night and criticized the past year or two. My heart is fixed in these words, which is strange. I don't think they are the products under my fingertips. When I think about it, how immature it is.
Whether there is a trace of traction between us or not, I just want to drift with the wind, from the window in front of me to an invisible place. Perhaps there is another situation waiting for me elsewhere, waiting for me to continue to play the role of a clown, say a line or two, draw a comma for the whole story, and then stand on the edge of the stage, silent, waiting and closing. After watching this drama of life, a person sighs and squeezes out a few super emotional expressions, as if everything is funny.
Sometimes it is always out of helplessness and necessity. The story was originally extended along the planned emotional line, but it was interfered by the fork in the road, intertwined and intertwined, and there was no intersection. No matter how many words you explain, you can't go back to the beginning, but it will only accumulate and become another existence. Only at the last moment can the heart be put down. The same is true of writing articles. No matter how many times I repeat typesetting in my heart, I will be disturbed by an idea that flashes in the middle. In any case, this is another form of deletion. Following my feelings, I unconsciously used some words. Looking back, I found that there were too many messy emotions.
What I want to say is not clear, and what I want to express is not clear. I think most people will be bored by their own articles, secretly scold themselves for how shallow their words are, or admire others for how well they control their words. A good article is bound to arouse readers' buzz, which already exists in their own inner world, but we didn't let it survive in the form of words. So, I began to write down my thoughts every day, dreaming that I could integrate all my youth into a booklet in the future, which would be the most powerful yardstick of time.
An article, the author just wants to write some feelings, for life, for life, for love, in any case, more or less mixed with their own feelings, some implicit, requiring readers to expand unlimited imagination; Some are like peeling cocoons, which will never clear the way. Stop writing, maybe thinking, but in my mind, I just put the words together. We need to consider what decorations to use to attract others without lack of content. I think, the author is very hard, not only to be good at catching a flash of thought; And suffer repeated torture; But also have super logical thinking, and the most important thing is not to lack a sensitive heart.
True without publicity, lyrical without moaning. It is difficult to write novels, articles and poems. For a story, if it is novel and scrutinized repeatedly, it will be presented in the most appropriate words, but it will be boring if it is immersed for a long time, so the author should learn to get used to it. For a beautiful scene, lyrical words will feel glance around, and after repeated words, what remains has gone bad, so the author should adapt to immersion. For a memory, a lovelorn, a parting, it is often like taking drugs, slowly writing, writing, and then taking the time to heal those unforgettable memories, so the author should be kind to himself. As for the sunny side, you may always get different feelings, but who can guarantee that it will not become cloudy and warm for a long time, so the author should always be vigilant.
Follow the footsteps of thought; Follow the thread of feeling and look back. We need to keep writing and sorting until the end of an article. Make up for the feeling that you can't write, delete redundant words and modify them frequently. The only thing I'm afraid of is Calvin who is poor in words. Looking at the flashing cursor and the pen tip, I can't write the first word of the next sentence for a long time, and every minute is lost through my fingers. The whole person is stupefied, but my brain is running at a high speed, as if I were sitting on the auxiliary board without my body, as if wandering in a virtual environment. Thinking about this, what does it feel like to die? Isn't it just like this? Lying in bed, there is no sign of life, and there is no other consciousness in the whole body. The next second, I will be isolated from the world forever, bid farewell to my loved ones, have no consciousness, and separate my soul from my body. Think about how terrible it is. But this is just an idea. It seems that the description of death is false, because no one has ever written about his feelings about death before he died. I think anyone will record his inner activities on his deathbed. This kind of record is completely meaningless and there is no extra time to record it.
The time span of the article is large, and the thoughts jump, which is not achieved overnight. You need to rest and prove that you are still alive. I took a sip of water and leaned against the window. The lights in the distance are still on, and there are pedestrians on the campus road. I wonder how those people will get back to the dormitory after eleven o'clock. Actually, I don't care about them. I just want to know what you are doing at the moment. Like me, write your own thoughts? We all live in the same space for calculating time, but separated by distance. You and I don't know. I used to think that it would be great if there was a recorder that could completely record everyone's actions and thoughts, so that after we met, we could know the years I missed in your life.
Tonight, I am destined to lose sleep again. Let the problem return to the initial state. I remember writing: I don't know why there are so many writers, why there are so many words, and why I like writing them down. Perhaps it is the unique love of words, perhaps to leave something behind, or to kill lonely time. In short, there are too many words in the form of novels, micro-novels, essays and poems. , really a lot. Today, I still don't know why I like writing and why I like writing. So I began to ask my friends in the literary and art circles for advice, thinking of a euphemistic way to ask them so that they wouldn't think I was crazy or that the question was too boring and not serious enough. And I don't want to attack the meaning of words, just want to see how others feel about words.
Sister Hong Yan said, "It's born from the heart, and it stops by itself. I feel it, I write by gender. "
Sister Ruoxi said, "Because I like it, there is no reason."
Mo Dan said, "You ask me why I like writing, just like asking why painters like painting and why fish live in water. Some questions don't need answering at all. All contradictions come from themselves. The root of everything lies in a heart. If you have a good mind, everything will be solved. "
Brother Chao said: "I am also infinitely persistent about words, which may be related to my habitual habits." I am not good at expressing my inner world in words, so I can only sing in words. " I started writing to satisfy my vanity, then I wrote for a dream in high school, and now I write for my own life. "
Zhou said: "No one does anything for a clear reason, so they just do it if they want to. As for the reason, it will not be the same from beginning to end, at least I think so. I used to write to vent some emotions in my heart. Now it's for something I can't understand. Maybe it's also for venting, but for different purposes. You don't have to find a reason to do anything. It is enough to think it is worth doing. "
Aunt Dong Yu said: "The love of writing is also reflected in writing, because writing brings people joy in mind and precipitation in thought. Writing is a kind of mood and a kind of memory! . "
If you are worried, you will say, "Drunk words. I love writing, and I like its faint fragrance. Writing can cultivate a person's self-cultivation, self-interpretation, emotional expression, emotional expression, touch every nerve of the body and create peace of mind. My words have no gorgeous appearance, but they are faint, like a stream flowing, like snowflakes falling, embellishing life and enriching myself. "
Yue Ming said: "Only words can dispel the biggest emptiness in my heart ... I don't want anything, let alone writing for the sake of writing. I am full of affection and consult books ... "
Iloshin said, "I like it because of my hobby. Words are my window to express my feelings. Because I have read a lot, I want to write some. "
Vivian said, "I don't like words. I write only because I am lonely. I am eager to get a little warmth from it. After a long time, it becomes a habit! " In fact, it is good to look at the words with a peaceful mind. Don't let words bring your feelings completely into your heart. The ups and downs are unpredictable ... and it will be very tangled. "
Xia Weinian said: "A lot of things can't be said to everyone. So write it down and vent it in words. Later, because I loved words, I wanted to write. "
Thinking about it, he said: "Because I have read a lot of romance novels, I think it is good, so I wrote it by imitating myself. I used to write novels, but after reading Yu's Yu Qiu, I began to write essays. However, most of prose net's articles are gorgeous and lack of connotation, so I don't write them because I feel meaningless. Hehe! "
Sister Doll said, "Sometimes words can describe a person's mood. You can also encourage yourself. When your mentality and time pass, it will tell you what you were like in those years, and words are eternal. "
Yi Chen said: "The answer is simple. I am interested in words, boredom and friends. "
The fireworks on the other side said, "I wrote about my life now! Write down the bits and pieces now ... I'm not a word controller! "
Shen said, "I like writing because of my deep feelings. What is deep affection? Love is the soul of life. "
Dai Zhuang wrote: "I wrote my heart by hand."
The rest said, "Express your feelings and record your life."
Sily said with a hint of sunshine, "I like writing because I can find that feeling in it." When I like writing, because it is another expression, all the joys and sorrows can be expressed in the article, but I didn't express it. "
Sily Iluoxi said, "It was those words that made our youth terrible. Words are the catharsis of our hearts. As for why we write, hehe is sometimes for the sake of space popularity. "
Sily doesn't understand. Mr. Wang said, "because there are some things to put."
He Xiemeng said: "This is just an expression when you are in a bad mood."
The imperial dynasty is dying. Said: "A spiritual sustenance."
Lin Zizhi of the imperial dynasty said, "I write articles because I like to express my series of thoughts in words. There are many times when I am scared. However, words can make me feel at ease. "
"Hello, I'm glad to answer this question," said the emperor. what can I say? In fact, I am not a person who makes a living by writing. But my love for words is very pure and obsessed. Just as I am interested in music, so is it. It is love that permeates the soul. Life should be pursued, and living is meaningful and valuable. And writing is my life pursuit. Although I am busy struggling for the college entrance examination every day, I have not given up writing because of it. My diary bears witness to my love for words and yearning for life. Dear, writing doesn't need to be decorated with flowery words. As long as it is from the heart, it is enough to touch people's hearts. Feel the charm of words slowly, and words will never betray you. "
Xu Fan Wei's Farewell to the Past Alone said: "Because words are another safe haven for me."
In the late Tang Dynasty, Su said, "Because of loneliness."
Student-Mu Feiyu said, "I found a home for writing."
M- Song Guo Xiaoxiao said: "Because writing is about writing the truest self, it took me a long time to recover after I finished writing. Although some stories need to be false, they are written as myself, even if they are not gorgeous. "
An aphasic fool said, "Because like is like. When my childhood preferences were destroyed, I could only do it online. "
Luo Yi said: "Inspiration comes from real life-"
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I asked a lot of friends in the literary and art circles, but they didn't seem to feel strong. I want to say to those friends in prose net, Essay Bar and Mobile Meituan, maybe we haven't contacted each other for a long time, maybe we haven't got to know each other well, maybe we are all silent in reality, but we are all obsessed with words. We meet in the wilderness of time, let's find another true self in the world of words. Maybe I didn't get a satisfactory answer. I kept asking, one by one, the authors were ferocious in the slit of time, and then they came out of the text freely. I think there will always be an answer to stop me.
Zhou said to him, "Be content with my clumsiness and loneliness. You don't have to go out for a reason of sitting at home all day. In order to have a legal feeling when smoking. In order to live a regular life without following any routine. Never influence the world, but just settle down-find something to do, live meaningfully or look meaningful. "
That answer belongs to me, indulging in the quiet night, waiting for a chance to shine. Only by staying awake can I capture the phantom of the opera as I wish. I can't sleep. I hope that in this quiet night, I can meet that unknown person and we will be together. Let's dream together. Let's find it together
So please continue to pay attention to me.