I have been a person who loves stories since I was a child. I eagerly hope that one day the dreams built in my heart can be translated into Chinese characters one by one.
Draw it out.
Writing is a lonely thing, lonely and calm, just like the thorn bird must exchange blood for its singing voice. If you can't get used to loneliness, I'm afraid it will be difficult to touch the world buried in your heart? The book says that when a person starts to reminisce, it means that his heart is old. I don't want to grow old, I don't want to see the sadness of eighty years old from the eyes of an eighteen-year-old girl, but I am so incompetent. Power. I think I must be like the thrush in the birdcage at my grandfather's house. It envied the sky crazily, but no one ever understood. So, it could only hit the cage with its little head again and again, and then failed again and again. I knew my fragility, but I still warned myself again and again to forget those past times, and then cruelly watched myself fail again and again.
I love those decadent blooming times so deeply, just like the deep blue sea water, one by one wetting the sand that is lost in the black seabed. So, the black characters on the white background serve as a foil. One after another stage plays accompany me on the stage. On such days, as the years and months pass by, I seem to be able to hear flocks of birds flapping their wings, flying towards the more distant and unknown sky, and the flapping sound echoes in my ears, taking away time.
"If life can only be seen everywhere, why is the autumn wind so sad as a painted fan?" This may be the true meaning of the snow in front of me in my heart. I watch with cold eyes how it is broken abruptly in history and shattered into glass in a daze. And that snowflake falls in the past and makes me want to shed tears when it falls in my eyes. Things will eventually settle down one day. Complexity is the truth of this world. As long as you look back along time, you will find the answer. This is God's will.
To use a sentence from Cang Yue, "The snowflakes in the previous dynasty bloomed and withered, just like a brief reunion and a permanent separation..."
When I look up at the clouds
I always think of Shiro's soft words and warm smile
Such a bright expression
It was as if all the stars in the sky fell beside him
But ten years ago, I would never have realized——
The flowing clouds will not remain stagnant in the sky above forever
It flows to a sky unknown to me
Never come back again...
Reader comments
The language can be improved, don't write articles that are too novice
Although the story is very light, Xiaoqi handles the description of personal feelings very powerfully, and tells it in the most commonly used or easy-to-understand way. Whether it is the protagonist Yi Ling or the supporting role, they are all vivid, deeply portrayed, and very layered. In fact, the story is dull at first, but otherwise, although it seems very dull, but There is a lot of intrigue, a strong sense of compactness, and no sloppiness. At first, I was a little worried that Xiao Qi would waste words on Lin Yuan or the protagonist's younger brother, but Xiao Qi did not. It can be seen that Xiao Qi's writing skills are very strong, which is not comparable to ordinary writers. From this point of view, Xiao Qi is fully qualified to become a generation of coquettish aunt. Judging from the story line, I personally feel that I will struggle with the male protagonist for a long time before there is a result. I am looking forward to it and waiting for the update. I hope that I will write 100,000 words a day. Hehe, come on, Xiao Qi!
The language can be improved, don't write articles that are too novice
Although the story is very light, Xiaoqi handles the description of personal feelings very powerfully, and tells it in the most commonly used or easy-to-understand way. Whether it is the protagonist Yi Ling or the supporting role, they are all vivid, deeply portrayed, and very layered. In fact, the story is dull at first, but otherwise, although it seems very dull, but There is a lot of intrigue, a strong sense of compactness, and no sloppiness. At first, I was a little worried that Xiao Qi would waste words on Lin Yuan or the protagonist's younger brother, but Xiao Qi did not. It can be seen that Xiao Qi's writing skills are very strong, which is not comparable to ordinary writers. From this point of view, Xiao Qi is fully qualified to become a generation of coquettish aunt. Judging from the story line, I personally feel that I will struggle with the male protagonist for a long time before there is a result. I am looking forward to it and waiting for the update. I hope that I will write 100,000 words a day. Hehe, come on, Xiao Qi!