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You go to see Lin Qingxuan's prose. and Zhang Xiaofeng. I like their prose.

If you want to pursue words, you might as well look at Jian Yuan. Her book "Ethereal" is written as a landscape poem. Each article is not long. But it's the essence. and her "Arrows as Wings", some of which are long, but really beautiful.

Personally, I think this person writes very well.

The protagonist of the story is not easy to play, who has ever cared how you interpret in the story, and who has tried to understand how embarrassed you are addicted to the story.

When you've walked a little bit, you stop. Sit on the edge of the story and watch the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds roll up. Then you wonder if you can make a dress rehearsal about youth.

At the beginning of the story, you appear, behind a gust of wind, you try to dodge, and you fight for your life. Trying to read every smiling face in the story, unexpectedly, this smiling face with a mask makes you instantly have a determination to cater to it.

The story begins, you are ready to travel light, hold a ray of sunshine, hope to let yourself shine, and at the same time, also look forward to making others warm. It's just that some people will be very unaccustomed to such a vision at the beginning of the story, so you begin to reflect, be at a loss, and begin to wonder if it is because your own temperature is not hot enough to hot people's hearts. Slowly, slowly, you can't walk into the stories of those people, those good lives that are only in the stories.

After reflecting, you stop wandering, you start trotting, and you think about using speed to wash away the uneasiness and emotion of these stories.

When the story is in the middle of rehearsal, you don't want to infect others anymore, because you are tired and don't love. Exhausted. The story has developed so far, and it still hasn't been able to make a cover for you.

You gently open the window with the leader, listen to the sadness**, and spit out a puff of smoke, and your thoughts drift upwards at this time. You walk alone, you think alone, you ponder alone in the night sky with loneliness, and you are silent trying to ponder whether the road ahead is tortuous or smooth, but things always backfire. So, you've been digging into the horns of the bull in the time period since the story has developed so far, sadly, yours'The soul can't keep up with the pace, and every time you look back, you can only see him staying where he is.

Many people start to break away from the story and move on to another story before they have a gorgeous reversal at the end of the story.

You have prayed in your heart many times, but you still don't have the courage to change the trajectory of the story, so you gradually go against the people and stop believing in the plots of the story. At this time, many people say that after all this time, you still haven't changed. At first you laughed it off, but when you mentioned it later, you began to have mixed feelings in your heart, and after so long, you are still afraid of change after many dusty inner worlds.

But, according to me, has your heart been twisted at some point? I was thinking, when you are distorted, look at the sky more and listen to the sound of the river. Feel the beauty of nature.

Also, since no one can guess whether the story will end as you want it to be. What I want to say is: "Learn more, experience more, everything is still a long way off."