There are no words, and there are thousands of words, writing and painting, are their own careful thoughts, small luck, often think, to work hard to make the complicated days, simply live.
With a plain pen, record the bits and pieces of your heart, whether it is full of poetry or not, or whether you are deeply warm, you will paint a certain period of heart and a certain artistic conception.
The days always slide forward, no one can be the enemy of time, Shaohua has passed, and the moment is beautiful, all in one day, there is no news.
What can be left?Just wait for a certain day, when you are old, there can be traces, no matter how long or short the words, no matter how the changing seasons, they will leave intriguing moments in the folds of time.
Time is not old, we are not separated, I often talk to myself with my own words, words are my lover, I can be in the palace of words, sprinkled and muddy, no one cares, I can be as proud as a princess, or decadent as a mourning dog.
I record my thoughts and thoughts, I describe my love and being loved, I write my joys, sorrows, and sorrows.
In life, I always have to love something, just like I have words to live up to this life, I have no lofty ideals, nor any ambitions, as long as I can be in the words I like, swaying freely.
I write casually, you look at it casually, there is no burden, just in a moment of tranquility, to find the inner feelings, and the silence of the silence.
People are middle-aged, but they are still infatuated with words, thank you for visiting and reading, Xiaozhu looks forward to encouraging you.
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