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Just now I wrote a 1000-word article about Hunan, which lasted for an hour, and I felt that this speed was really not fast, but it was not very slow, because after all, it was 1000 words.

Every time you introduce a place, you have to go back to the album to find the corresponding **, or go to the browser to find **, and explain all the information about this place. In this way, I wrote two and found three explanations, and it took a full hour. As a result, it is now 10:30 to update.

It's not that I haven't written a 1000-word article, I used to write it often, and it usually took about half an hour, because it was a story, and it didn't need **, and this hour was written about knowledge, so it was needed**. The 1000-word essay is the goal I set for myself, and it is very simple to reach 1000 words, as long as the introduction is detailed, and there are no repetitive sentences. But here, I'm aiming for 200 or 400 words.

It only takes about eight minutes. But if it's 1000 words, I'll take about an hour.

This is a full score in the college entrance examination, I don't know if it is suitable Who is it, stepping on the catkins of March, sending Dada's horseshoes into the spring curtain, turning into a beautiful mistake, and making the face in the season like the blooming and falling of a lotus?

Who is it, in the frost and wind, the cold of the Guanhe, the red and faint afterglow of the building, the twilight rain sprinkled on the river, looking at the hometown, and it is difficult to return?

Who is it that swept away the ripples of the West Lake, integrated the immortal legend into the twilight, but sang the gut-breaking sentence of Jiangnan, and dyed the light rain in Jiangnan into green tears?

There is no answer to the mystery, but it is the eternal touching beauty, hazy moon appreciation, flowers in the fog, retaining a hidden, how not more sultry abundance?

Hazy is beautiful, I thought.

The hazy adds a vagueness, arouses people's curiosity, and makes us have a desire for beauty, "the pipa girl who has been called for a long time to come out, still holding the pipa and half covering her face", at that time, how amazing the writer Bai Juyi was, and what a reverie for the literati who had read "Pipa Xing" for thousands of years! If the pipa girl of the year was no different from Qinhuai gouache, holding a pipa and playing and singing in the moonlight, would the hazy beauty brought by "still holding the pipa and half covering the face" be like the "grass color" in Han Yu's poem, too close and come to naught? So, after a thousand years, are we missing a legend that can be infinitely reverie?

The hazy beauty can be seen everywhere, and the moon of the West Lake is even more charming because of the fog of the West Lake; The day of Mount Tai, because of the clouds of Mount Tai, is more magnificent. The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people, so there is a nostalgia that Meng Haoran has lingered for thousands of years; Fine wine Chengdu can be sent to the old, it is Sima Xiangru who saw a peerless beauty who haunts her dreams through the window, and there is Zhuo Wenjun in Chengdu. The hazy adds a flavor to the situation, achieves the harmony between man and nature, and gives us an additional appreciation of beauty.

Isn't feeling the beauty of the hazy a philosophy of life? Many times in too close, but lost a gift of life, and even the confusion of life, "do not know the true face of Lushan, only because of being in this mountain", when we step into Lushan, we have become an inconspicuous point in Lushan; Only when we go out of Lushan, Lushan can become a part of the scenery in our eyes. Life is the same, many people fall into the quagmire of life, are not jumping out of life or too dead-eyed, and why not "hazy and hazy", life is like the moon in the water, we can stop and watch by the well, but we don't have to and can't fish out the moon by the well, when we don't have to be more serious, we might as well calmly, look at the moon in the fog, the flowers in the water, feel the hazy beauty, feel the beauty of life.

So, when the east wind sounded in March, the spring curtain was no longer lifted, and only the eternal blessing was retained.

In the autumn of the rest of the Ranran, I no longer intend to get drunk with the madness, but only hold the wanderer's heart on the kite line, and the end is around the eternal hometown.

When the leisurely singing sounds, I no longer go to the alleys of the south of the Yangtze River to visit the singers of eternal sorrow, only add a melancholy to my heart, hold a blessing, why do I know who sings the Jiangnan broken intestines.