The sharp strokes of his pen render the dreams in his heart little by little on the thin piece of paper. The black ink, stroke by stroke, once painstakingly carved my dreams, and also carved traces of injury.
Maybe the hurt was there all along, but it was just that I was alone in my joys and sorrows, spending time timidly looking at the world in front of me. The Internet is boundless. I always surf the Internet with a feeling of neither sadness nor joy, and I will also go offline with tears streaming down my face. At that time, before I met you, why was I so lazy? Don't want to learn computers? The computer is so understanding, and it has everything I desire. Why am I so slow? Just catered to your encounter? You had the audacity and directness to call my boss just to get my phone number. When my boss talked to me, he said that Ke Zi from the fourth workshop called me and asked for your number. Talented men and women meet and exchange ideas. . . Lift me and you up so high.
Your articles are always on the list in the factory newspaper. You mainly write articles, and I mainly write poetry. Due to time constraints, I don't have the patience to write articles properly. Every time I see a familiar name in the newspaper, I feel a little selfish. It's just a little jealousy that takes over. However, I smelled the black words in the factory newspaper exuding the fragrance of ink, looked at the envious eyes of others, and listened to the voices calling talented people. I still feel a little overwhelmed and intoxicated.
Last night, the section chief also told me that the knowledge of Ke Zi in the fourth workshop is quite good, and I introduced you to meet and communicate with him that day. I received a text message from you announcing your home address today.