At the beginning of the self written article, everyone read it and give some opinions?!

Hehe, good, come on. Good luck with a speedy finish. In fact, writing emotional articles does not need too much publicity, the more plain and simple the language or the more it can bring out that atmosphere, and the language is written more smoothly and naturally, and it is better to be fluent.

The psychological description of the characters in your article is not sufficient. You can take a look at Baby Anne's "Flowers on the Other Side", which has very good language and psychological descriptions.

It would be nice if I could set aside a separate paragraph at the beginning to interpret or have beautiful language to create a hazy atmosphere, and create that kind of anger, but if you can give us the next part soon, I'm looking forward to it!

Leave out your own topic at the beginning, take your time!

The plot is very similar to a Korean movie, it's not funny.

There are so many descriptions that the story is not unusual.

Essay words.

At the beginning, it is best to copy a sentence or quote the philosophical words of the former du people to lead the theme;

**, it is best to describe the atmosphere of the dao at the beginning, that is, the environment, the description of the scenery is the best, it is best to use short sentences, and add rhetoric;

Short stories** can also be directly introduced to the owner of the public head, or interludes, flashbacks are also a good choice.

The snowflakes in "Snow" are as white as jade, is it the little heavenly general sent by the Heavenly Palace, or the jade leaves falling from the laurel tree of the Moon Palace? The snowflakes are like beautiful jade-colored butterflies, like dancing and drunk; like a blown dandelion; It seems to be floating like flying; Like a little white flower from an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering, lightly filling, worthy of being a masterpiece of the earth! I saw that the snowflakes in front of me were as naughty as butterflies, falling under the eaves for a while, on the branches of trees, and floating on the faces of pedestrians from time to time.

I love snow, I love snow, and I love winter even more. Winter is the ring of the mind. Winter, although very cold, has an incomparable warmth and hope.

Snow, cold and white, like a sacrosanct goddess. The snow fell from the sky in a fluttering manner, and I stretched out my hand, and a snowflake fell in the palm of my hand, and instantly melted, turning into a small drop or two of water, lying quietly in my hand. Gazing out the window, countless snowflakes are flying, fluttering, and singing.

Who is it? Who dropped the feather while flapping their wings? Who is it?

Who is the fluff that falls off while dressing?

Snow makes people feel in only one word – cold. The earth is silvery white and clean, but the snowflakes are still like catkins, like cotton, and like goose feathers fluttering from the sky.

Flowers" Among the many flowers and plants, my favorite flower is jasmine. Although jasmine is ordinary in appearance, to me, jasmine is very beautiful. A few white petals and a green stem make the jasmine look dignified and elegant.

Sentence: The morning dew drops on the edge of the silky petals, and in the sunlight, the flowers look even more charming. A gust of wind blew, and the camellia trembled, like a slim and beautiful girl stretching her soft figure in the morning light. The dew of the thorny skin rolled down.

Lily is a perennial herb. Skinless bulbs oblate-spherical, milky white. The stems are erect, the underground stem nodes have stems rooting, and the aboveground stems are straight and short, green and smooth.

The leaves are scattered and numerous, lanceolate. The apex of the flower bears several flowers, trumpet-shaped, flattened, the tip of the tepal is slightly rolled outward, milky white, and the depth of the tepal tube is pale green.

The daffodils are slim, graceful but not coquettish, elegant but not cold, and always exude bursts of fragrance. Look at her six petals are milky white, as if carved from white jade, it looks noble and extraordinary, and the goose-yellow stamens are like shy little girls hidden in the depths of the flowers.

In the woodtops to the west outside the Moon Gate, the first quarter moon hanging has turned into a golden watermelon, no longer a curved eyebrow.

At night, the full moon rose, and a quiet light sprinkled the land with the silver mist of moonlight.

The night sky is full of stars, and the moon is like a fishing boat, as if sailing in a wide silver river.

The moon is like a shy maiden, one moment hiding in the clouds, the next time she lifts her veil to reveal her delicate face, and the whole world is soaked in a dreamlike silver-gray color by the moonlight.

People always have to be a little mental. In the same way, one always has to be a little courageous. Because success is a hidden door, and it takes courage to push it open.

Courage is a prerequisite for success.

We live in the same world of dismantling the United States, everyone should have the right to be trusted, to be cared for, someone once said, "don't take a person's celebration to doubt the essence of a person", no matter when, where, what, let us with a kind love, learn to trust, learn to care for a person, give him warmth, don't do things that are beyond regret because of impulse. Love is mutual, you give love to someone, and he will give you the same or even stronger love.

Is that okay? Pure hand-to-hand, think for yourself.