Good writers, please do me a favor!

Sometimes a lot of things are out of your mind.

In many ways, everyone is selfish. So in many things, there's no right or wrong. Between friends, between lovers, everyone has a little bit of selfishness, and always keeps that little bit.

For whom to live, first for parents, then for yourself, then for your loved ones, and then for your children.

Life is always so busy, and there are always endless things waiting for us to get, enjoy, and fill the perfection we pursue in our hearts. But who knows how much time it takes a person to achieve perfect beauty? At the end of your life, you may not be able to achieve perfection.

Everyone is not perfect. There will always be a little bit of a cripple.

When I think back to my childhood, it was always so beautiful, but when I grew up, people began to change, and sometimes I felt that I didn't feel like I did everything. Less and less aware of their own selfish hearts. I never cared about anything before, everything just went with the wind, and I didn't care.

But now? Nothing is the same.

When you fall in love with someone, you start to be very selfish. I thought about it for a night, and talked about the old good looks, but I still sound a little unnatural, a little boring.

I don't know what's wrong with me, maybe I shouldn't. I was wrong.

There are too many worries, and I can't finish talking about them. Life 、、、

Hiding alone in the corner, avoiding the hustle and bustle of the world, creating your own loneliness, and all this is just to pick off the flowers that are glued or not glued on your body, and avoid

If there is no desire, it is rigid. Or.

I will not do unto others.

To put it another way.

I don't look for a girlfriend because I love myself too much.

Ever since I was young, I've had this doubt in my mind:

Why do you say, "If you kill Xia Minghan, you will have your own descendants?" ”

Why do you say, "If the siege is broken, why should I regret this?" ”

Why do you say, "In order to avoid the suffering of the next generation, I will, I am willing to sit on the bottom of the kiln!" ”

Is it for the pursuit in my heart that has no regrets even though I die? Is it for that dream that you will never give up?

Perhaps, just like you: in the ten-year confrontation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, under the influence of those left-leaning mistakes, the CCP was forced to move on the Long March. How you want to follow the army to achieve your faith, but you choose to stay silently, you choose to face death wordlessly, to protect your wordless faith, although there is only one black and white ** and very few words in the history books, and these cannot erase people's memory of you.

Qu Qiubai, Qu Qiubai, you want to go to the Long March, but you give up without saying a word and stay in Jiangxi. Your wordless loneliness has shaken the hearts of so many people, just because the loud sound is thin and the snow is silent.

Or maybe it's like you. What I remember most in the Long March exhibition is your eyes, which stretch forward without retreating, resolute and persistent. Is that you?

It is you who leave behind the precious seven matches without complaining in the face of death. Is that you? It is you who raise your three-cent party fee when you give the last bit of dedication to this world.

Is that you? It is you who are distributing your cotton clothes to your comrades, and you have turned into a crystal monument without regrets.

Countless and innumerable, too many, your wordless choices have left an indelible mark on us, although there are no words, but the loud sound is sparse, and the snow is not traced.

Time flies for many years, and the blood you spilled more than 70 years ago has indeed been sealed by time, but your wordlessness has been passed down through the ages.

Like a spring breeze, like a handful of soil, like a green leaf, like a piece of ore. You are still silently struggling in this wordless land that you love.

Maybe you are a student of Li, you resolutely pushed away those two fresh lives and greeted death by yourself; Maybe you are Ji Xianlin, you sincerely call to take off the title of "Master of Chinese Studies" and be a speechless person; Maybe you're one of those anonymous donors; Maybe you are one of those wordless people who make something new for the country......

You are all silent and traceless, in such a lonely and tranquil way in this world splendidly, "the drizzle wet clothes are invisible, the idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to the silence", perhaps only the truly independent can practice the wordless life of "not seeing, silent".

You still haven't said anything, but I think I have understood that the great ones are silent, and the snow is silent, and such beauty does not need to be expressed in words.

The poem must be rhythmic and, crucially, subtle and emotional. Xu Zhimo: "Farewell to Kangqiao, in the soft waves of the river, I would like to be a water weed!" I waved my sleeve and didn't take a cloud with me.

Great, but the emotional impact is far-reaching, such as the above two actual lyricism that seem to be depicted scenes, what kind of feelings do you say he is expressing? I'm afraid that moment also means not knowing, in short, is a complete touch of sad feelings, this feeling has no shortage of nostalgia, but also free and easy, the spiritual food that people read, and the mind naturally proposes a wonderful feeling, but it is difficult to describe, even immersed in the language of the dreamlike poet, the feeling is so good, we cannot bear such feelings, broken. The general artistic conception of poetry can reach such a state, which is regarded as the highest grade.

About ten years ago, very popular appearance poems, and then he suddenly disappeared, why? Wang Guozhen's poems have a strong sense of rhythm, but even if the poems of his masterpiece "Love of Life" lack appropriate emotions, they also seem very bland and pale, and the documents expressed in the catharsis of feelings, few people reminisce about the room, and the total depth of the poems that appear is insufficient.

I think you're already in this poem, but it seems to be long and white, and the sense of rhythm of the poem, but the actual content is empty of skeptical emotions in the poem, but also lacks the subtle beauty of the poem, and it is difficult to call it a masterpiece. If you are in some famous modern poems, "Haizi Spring Flowers" poet "Black Eyes", etc., or even ISA's "The Car Crossing the Yellow River", you will find that the language of the poem needs to be not very ornate, very vernacular or foul language, but as long as the poetry is vague in mood, it is still an excellent depth of work.

Personally, I feel pretty good, but I like to punctuate the text of the dialogue with " ", otherwise the dialogue and narration will occasionally be confused. But I think it's pretty well written.

I don't know what's going to happen later, I'm a little curious, but I feel okay overall, and there should be a drama when I write it down