Sometimes, there are also some tentacles of thinking that are ready to move and are ready to come out.
For example, the lazy fat cat downstairs stretched out his limbs and squinted his eyes to sleep in the sun; for example, on a rainy day, the combination of the sound of rain, the balcony, and beer touched the hearts of literary girls.
However, there is no pen around you at this time, or just when you are about to pick up the pen, your mother just puts a bag of garbage into your hand and urges you to take it out.
Once the heat of thinking has passed, no matter how hard I try to recall, I can no longer rewind the memory.
I often wonder, is this the difference between writers and ordinary people? Ordinary people can only write when their thoughts are surging or inspiration strikes, but writers and writers have the ability to mobilize emotions anytime and anywhere, and can spread these emotions vividly on the surface, making everyone feel the same when they see it.
I only dream of eating words, but I am an ordinary person.
Xiaosan Xiaosan, as the name suggests, is fragmentary, light and unsystematic. Recorded a few occasional feelings. Everyone who sees the words here is a destined person, and I would like to say hello to you.