Text: Mountains, Lakes, Clouds and Seas
I often feel that I am lacking, the reserve of knowledge, the depth of thinking, and the breadth of thinking expansion, all of which determine the direction of my writing. Philosophy, aesthetics, the cultivation of temperament, and the accumulation of cultural literacy. Many times, I will be trapped in a narrow time and space, only doing detailed analysis in my own small emotions.
Memories, the carefree days of childhood, the hopelessness of youth, the friendship between friends who are neither far nor near, the amiability that becomes more and more precious as relatives move away from each other, I will tell them plainly, without modification, and express them one by one in simple words. .
I don’t expect to be able to give a lot of life guidance to strangers like you. Ordinary and ordinary me, in the ups and downs of joy, anger, sorrow and pain, I just want to write silently and leave some time to read quietly. s things.
What is valuable is that during such a process, I often receive encouragement from you, a few words of affirmation, or just a simple expression, which is of course a great comfort to me.
Those words condensed with love and truth are a period of growth, a period of self-relief in embarrassment, and the most beautiful pictures of time in memories. I am a passer-by who has broken into the mist of the world, cherishing the kindness of meeting and getting to know each other. Even if the wind and rain occasionally rage, I am willing to hold all the sadness with a calm and gentle heart.
Perhaps, this is why as a writer, I am happy to be alone. Carefully observe the opening and loneliness of the floating world, and carefully redefine all the stories of separation and reunion. You don’t ask for others’ understanding. If there is some agreement in words, it is also a gratifying thing.
As a result, it will begin to become delicate and sensitive, and the emotional fluctuations will become calm and soothing in the description of each word. Slowly immerse yourself in the changes of the four seasons, and slowly appreciate the perception of warmth and coldness in the seasonal changes.
In such a noisy yet quiet and beautiful world, there are really too many scenery worthy of your appreciation, and too many people and things worthy of your delicate pen to write about.
Planting flowers and trees, planting every inch of warm feelings every year, turns out to be such a joy. As if the mountains and rivers are far away from each other, as you walk step by step, countless wonderful landscapes are unfolding for you like scrolls.
At this point, you will inadvertently leave behind the emotion of time. The weight of life is self-evident. You calmly, smile, and watch the time go away. You are no longer panic-stricken, only full of gratitude. I am grateful for the journey of life, where I unexpectedly get to know all things that are endless, and I unexpectedly gain true feelings.
is not earth-shattering, and no flowers bloom as usual, but your little one has calmly accepted the beauty of the world, watching the wind and wind with your quiet eyes, and then trying to blend colorful colors to describe the fleeting romance.
"Time and space are just a thin cloud, which cannot cover thoughts, and there are also some inadvertent raindrops. The sun touches the fingertips lightly, as subtle as a butterfly, and the fragrance is still there. It's good that you are here. The beauty of the world, It does not depend on the world, but on you. "
I like this expression, and I am more willing to understand the "thought" in it. It is you, the grass and trees, the mountains, rivers and clouds, and the rich and colorful things in the world. Because of the thoughts that cannot be covered, we have nostalgia and reluctance. Because of the thoughts that cannot be covered, we learn to tolerate everything and live happily in this world with a calm heart.
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