Stories on the desk(Outer two).
A book of essays is reversed.
Reading notes are served on the side.
The book is like a very sad young lady.
The notebook is like a low-brow maid.
Until a pen came along.
Wrote a lovesick poem.
The collection of essays that turned around for joy turned around.
Go and see the scholar she has been thinking about.
A ** set that hasn't been turned over for a long time.
The footsteps of the owner were heard.
Happily waiting to be read in depth.
Who knew that the master's footsteps were busy with something else.
The lost ** set of strange words:
Your Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.
You are not a returnee, but a passer-by......
Page number
There are no shortcuts in writing and life, neither by intelligence but by affection. ”
This is page 28 on the left and what I said.
On page 29, a vivid example is given on the right.
I paused for more than ten minutes in writing.
I felt the ripples of experience before leaving.
What kind of quality power and weight of life do you have, so as to write a work with the weight of quality and power. ”
On page 24, I was stopped with this sentence.
Page 43 illustrates the accuracy of this statement.
I ate two pieces of bodily citrus.
The tooth and cheek are fragrant before saying goodbye to the page number.
Creases
The page of the book with creases.
It's a pause in my reading.
When I stopped, I went to pick vegetables and wash rice.
Or go out and beg for a living paycheck.
When the crease is unfolded.
I have time and mood for the better.
That crease in memory.
It was I who tripped over something hard.
The skin of both palms was scratched.
There were also blood marks on both knees.
When I look back at that crease.
I have the ability to solve life's problems.
Go back to the creases.
I have extracted a lot of life philosophy.