I don't like winter because it is long and cold in the north. However, I like the snow in this season, and I always feel that those pure white elves add poetry to winter. On snowy days, I always stop at the window and look at the outside world. In the high-rise city, my vision becomes narrower and narrower, and my activity space becomes more and more restricted. So many nights or snowy days, I will stop at the window and look at the outside world through the transparent glass.
"Be quiet, it's cold, be careful." When I was staring blankly at the brightly lit window again, the WeChat message came from my mobile phone. This message was sent by Sister Yu, who is far away in Sichuan. Looking at such a blessing, my heart is warm, but the hero of this greeting, we met in the network. Some people say that there are too many false things in the network, which requires us to face the network cautiously. However, after more than ten years of walking in the network, I feel the feelings from the network again and again, and some care and greetings transcend the warmth of reality.
Yu Jie and I met because of a manuscript, which should be in the late autumn of last year. I reviewed a poem "Dance of Leaves" at the station of the unit system. At that time, I thought this poem was smart and poetic, so I made a recommendation draft. In the system station, the proportion of recommended manuscripts is very limited, so every recommended manuscript is the best among the best. After the responsible editor reviews, the deputy editor-in-chief and the editor-in-chief finally make a decision. But everyone's perception of good writing should be the same, so the manuscript was published as an excellent manuscript the next day. So I received a text message from the station. Like many authors, I thanked them, but I didn't care at that time, just replied briefly.
A few days later, I saw Sister Yu's name on the front page of the channel. It turns out that she is a long-distance psychological counselor. Sister Yu's short hair, glasses and gentle and quiet smile in the photo suddenly made me feel kind. Click on the short message in the station again, and I saw that Sister Yu's short message stopped in the mailbox again. "Quiet, thank you for your wonderful interpretation. Your comments add a lot of color to my poetry. After reading your anthology, I feel that you are indeed a quiet, gentle and kind woman. "
It may be because I have some simple understanding of my sister, so I replied seriously when I saw these short messages. There seems to be no connection after that. I have never seen her manuscript in the manuscript of poetry. Near the new year, I accidentally received a text message from my sister. It turned out that my sister went to do a circle of psychological counseling, but it has been nearly three months since this trip, and her footprints have spread all over the remote areas of many cities. At that moment, I was full of respect for her After that, I will still edit Yu Jie's poems, but I will still look at them with my own understanding of words, without personal feelings. Compared with poetry, her reportage is more profound and readable. But I am the editor of the poetry group, and I can't comment across columns, so I often leave comments in her text. Of course, my words will also have her comments. This kind of communication has been very weak, but there is a warm friendship in each other's hearts. Every holiday, Sister Yu's blessing will always appear in front of me.
I really got acquainted with Yu Jie before the Dragon Boat Festival this year. At noon before the holiday, Yu Jie sent me a short message saying that she had written a composition for me to read. That manuscript is some of her feelings when she went out for psychological counseling some time ago. She hopes that more people can see that in remote areas, there are such a group of respectable people who are lonely but extremely determined to live. After receiving the message, I stopped my lunch break and went to the office, only to find that the editor of the prose group had finished reviewing the manuscript, which was an ordinary manuscript. This means that this manuscript will not be concerned by everyone, because the original enthusiasm of website users is too high, and nearly 100 manuscripts are published every day. Many times, everyone's main energy is on excellent manuscripts.
I've been an editor for a year and a half, and I asked other editors for help for the first time, but not for myself. When I sent a text message to the audit editor, I accidentally received a phone call from the audit editor. We exchanged views on the text on the phone, and the other party admitted that it was a bit cumbersome to remove the opening paragraph and the content was very touching. After my sister's revision, the manuscript passed the final review and became an excellent manuscript. The revised manuscript is really meaningful. I watched it three times, but I cried several times. My mind was once lost in that text. I don't know why some people spend the same youth, while others cling to their dreams.
It was also this exchange that we added each other's WeChat. Sister Yu deserves to be a psychological counselor. There are articles about psychology in her WeChat every day, which makes me find a new outlet for those who originally wanted to study psychology but have been stranded. Later, Sister Yu knew my thoughts and recommended some books related to spiritual cultivation for my reference. In fact, my original intention of studying psychology is to cultivate my mind and make my mind more peaceful and sober, so that I won't always be submerged in trivial matters.
A month ago, I was woken up by the news on my mobile phone when I was dating Duke Zhou. Half asleep, I looked at the time 1 1: 45 on my mobile phone, and then I looked at the person who sent the message. It was Yu Jie. When I opened it, it was a poem "Don't Want to Make a Wish". Message: Hao Jing, I just wrote it casually. I want to hear your feelings after reading it. I replied: elder sister, are you testing my adaptability? My reaction may disappoint you. I will post it on the website tomorrow, and I will taste it carefully after waking up. Sister Yu said that it would be nice to briefly talk about the feelings after reading this poem. She wants to know if I can read her.
So at twelve o'clock in the morning, I sat up and read her poems carefully. Although I did what I wanted to do, it made me very happy. I read it word for word with my mobile phone: "When I first read this poem, the first thing I thought of was the famous Seeing is believing, but this poem is closer to personal expression. This sentence is concise, but it expresses a true idea. Because I know there are many troubles in the world, I just want to be myself and will not ask for change. If you know me, I will naturally accept such a person. If I don't understand, I am still the real me. " After posting these words, I look forward to her evaluation of my interpretation. As a result, she replied: people who know my heart well, just be quiet. I asked her why she didn't change the channel directly, and she said that she was afraid that no one would understand the poem and spoil these words. At that moment, I felt the importance of an editor's perception of words. Everyone who writes hopes that the editor can read his own words, because those seemingly ordinary words have their own blood and feelings. A literary friend once said that writing is a lonely spiritual journey. Good writing is the happiest thing to meet a bosom friend. The editor's affirmation is undoubtedly a great encouragement to the author, and pertinent comments are also the driving force for progress. It seems that from that day on, I learned to take every poem seriously.
On WeChat, Sister Yu and I often discuss words. Sometimes I send her poems written many years ago for evaluation. She always makes serious comments, and then sends me an envious expression, saying that I am a "poetic spirit". Actually, I study poetry, too. Although I wrote poetry many years ago, today, I see that my previous works are closer to a monologue of the mind, or spiritual language, and far from real poetry. Because I like prose, I was assigned to the poetry group as an editor. The leader of the poetry group is a warm and honest big brother, so I stayed in the poetry group. After reading poems for a long time, I had the idea of writing again, and I wrote while reading. Fortunately, those lovely and tolerant literary friends gave me too much tolerance for my poetry draft, which gave me confidence to continue writing.
During the National Day holiday, everyone went out, so all kinds of sun, sun food, sun scenery, sun flow, sun mood, sun happiness. I quietly turned to WeChat. Although it is a small mobile phone screen, it also brought me a different scenery. Sister Yu took some photos near her home. The quiet and pleasant hillside is still full of lush plants. There is also a leisure pavilion on the hillside. There is a book by Haruki Murakami on the stone table in the pavilion.
"Sister, is this a good time to enjoy peace?" I leave a message in the comments.
I soon received her reply: "There are too many traffic jams during the long holiday, so it's good to walk nearby." The scenery in Sichuan in October is very good. I hope to have a chance to visit Hao Jing. "
"Elder sister, I am a person who has no sense of direction. I'm afraid I'll get lost. "
"Don't hesitate. When I come, I will hold your hand and travel around the city. " Looking at these words, I can see a warm picture of two sisters who have known each other for many years walking hand in hand in every corner of the city. Maybe after watching the scenery, I will sit in a small leisure space and talk about the text together, as well as those memorable chapters in the text.
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I became attached to Jiangshan at the beginning of this year. When I was in a good mood to read the text, I accidentally saw Jiangshan. At that time, I felt that it must be full of impetuous and luxurious words like many stations, and then a bunch of literati touted each other and didn't care. When I gently closed the webpage, I thought, I might as well have a look if I have nothing to do. So when Baidu "Jiangshan" clicked on Jiangshan's webpage, I walked into the Grand View Garden like Grandma Liu in a Dream of Red Mansions. I was a little at a loss when I looked at various societies and articles, so I put Jiangshan's webpage into my favorites.
In March of this year, when I accidentally broke the ice, I saw one of the excellent words. Simple and sincere words are full of affection, and every sentence is full of warmth. I seem to be moved by this warmth instantly, so I signed up for Quiet Time and came to Jiangshan. In fact, I originally wanted to use the name "Jingshi", because this screen name has been used in my small circle for three years, but when I registered, I prompted that this user name has been registered, so I chose Jingshi.
People who like writing have their own small circle. Although I never dare to call my writing a work, let alone literature, my writing has attracted the attention and recognition of many literary friends in the small circle related to literature, and I have heard a lot of praises. All along, I have been deceived by this illusion, thinking that my writing is really good and I am always immersed in a little satisfaction. However, after coming to Jiangshan, suddenly one day this pride no longer exists, which makes me deeply feel that the world of words is as deep as the sea. My flashy words look beautiful on the surface, but lack connotation.
There are many good words in Jiangshan, and my eyes stay on every emotional word. In all the time gaps, I am immersed in the words of strange literary friends. These words, like fresh air, often make me intoxicated. So I will also sigh, why can't my clumsy nib write such tactfully fresh words?
In May, I tentatively published my first article, Spring Thoughts. Although I have been attached to words for a long time, I am used to writing at will, often writing where I want to write, and I have never thought deeply about writing down what I want to express in a text, so it is usually trivial. Fifty minutes after submitting the manuscript, I saw that my manuscript was released, which surprised me. That's a wonderful and sincere editorial. The editor expressed my thoughts in each section fluently in his own words. His style is soothing and his feelings are sincere. I knew at a glance that I had read my own words carefully, which gave me a new understanding of my own words and enhanced their readability. I read the note three times in a row with joy and remembered the name-Pearl.
The next day, I threw the poem "Life at the moment" into the Shanshui Society. The editor is still a bamboo, or a flowing editor's note. I am full of envy and joy. Seeing her thoughts interpreted in words again, I am curious about what kind of woman this is and how to perceive words. With a curiosity, I spent two days turning over all the words of Pearl, but I was surprised to find that Pearl's writing was so similar to mine. Especially the article "A cup of cold emerges", I like it when I see the title. After reading the article, I found that it was also about Zhang Ailing, and I just finished reading Bremen's "Because I know, I am merciful", so I came up with the idea of writing an article on this topic, but I have been stuck in trivial matters these days, and this article has been put on hold in the middle of writing.
With the chaos of the world, how many people are willing to really calm down and enjoy different scenery in other people's words, and how many people are willing to leave the noise of the world and quietly write down their favorite words. The world of words can be dazzling, and no one can comment on what kind of words are really good. Many times, they just read according to their own preferences. Some people like profound thoughts, some people like gorgeous rhetoric, some people like simple life breath ... Besides, everyone's perception of words is different, and it is difficult to evaluate which words are valuable and good. I just always feel that my writing, whether superficial or simple, is a confidant if I really meet someone who can read it. For me, bamboo is the bosom friend of my words.
I think many encounters in life may be unfinished encounters in previous lives, just like those with Pearl. Although they only communicate in words, it seems that they have been in contact with her for a long time. Bamboo's reply seems casual, but it is full of true temperament. From these words, I seem to see such a bamboo: a kind and gentle beauty with some fresh literature and art, and a slightly sensitive and slender heart. She faces everything with her own truth, including words.
I am a quiet person, and I am used to silence many times, even on the Internet. When I meet my favorite words, I will read them carefully, but I seldom comment. Unless this passage touches my heart and makes me feel familiar with deja vu, I will reply to Pearl's words as long as time permits, because I know that no matter how I evaluate it, even if there is anything else, she will understand what I want to express and will not misunderstand it.
Occasionally log on to QQ, I often see Pearl's message: Be quiet, take care of yourself when it's cold. These seemingly simple greetings often make my heart surge with warmth. On that day, Pearl said, Hao Jing, we all like autumn. Write an article about autumn. I write novels and you write essays.
A few days later, I said: Bamboo, we all like warm things, like to look at everything in life with gentle eyes, and like to be indifferent after prosperity. Let's write the composition "Warmth" together. Pearl, who is on a business trip, said that she would start writing when he came back.
In this way, we combine our warm stories with cold characters, which may be dull, but belong to our own mood. Just like this text, I beat the cold computer screen warmly with my fingertips. Some seemingly ordinary stories have blossomed on paper, which is a kind of quiet beauty after years of precipitation, a kind of warmth that has never gone far.
In fact, no matter the reality or the network, there will be beautiful feelings that are worth cherishing. Yes, the network is virtual, but the feelings flowing in the text are sincere. Those faint feelings have taken root in my heart for a long time, and those tiny warmth warm our journey.