What else can literature be, if not a way to express emotions through symbols and events? And to convey all kinds of emotions, is this desolate world of ours really enough? Do we no longer need heaven, hell, purgatory, or a fairyland? And surely there are emotions that can only be fully expressed by boldly combining heaven, hell, purgatory, and fairyland, or by placing an animal's head on a human body, or trapping a human soul inside a rock. Storytellers, let us boldly press on and seize whatever prey the heart desires. Do not be afraid. All of it exists. All of it is real. This world is only a patch of dust beneath our feet.
P.S. A place to keep some articles.
Although fairy tales also have pain, they are always beautiful and tender;
But the reality behind the fairy tale makes those who are willing to think deeply feel painful. This is cruel tenderness.
Heroes are always there, the only difference is whether you are willing to believe and discover. ♥
I once read an article with the same name, also from HP... Same... No, the author, your writing makes me want to cry even more.
Moses, the trekker, and the prophet in the wilderness are more tragic and sad than the mediocre people, or because in the journey of life, the light thoughts of the wise will always be pulled to the ground by the heavy reality, but they do not suffer from it. How many people can calmly play their whole life like cooking a small dish? I pity the person in my eyes, my eyes are wide open, my dream is like a ruthless beast patrolling time and space!
After finishing tonight's update on Midtown, I ran next door and saw this collection of essays. I only read one chapter and then silently collected it. I closed my eyes and thought about myself, and suddenly I felt an extraordinarily cold and gentle feeling. The uniqueness of each person probably lies in the infiniteness of his thoughts. We use the thoughts of our predecessors as seeds, but we grow a unique spiritual palace.
In Jinjiang, the horizontal stratification of articles and writing styles is still very obvious. In this case, this kind of thinking is like a breath of fresh air, which is really very precious. There are many people who speed up their pace, but there are even more people who stay still in their thoughts. After reading most superficial articles in Jinjiang, I deeply feel that such thinking is necessary and valuable. I'm afraid that I'm rushing forward without a clue, but I don't know that I'm still where I am. I think poetry is for tasting and thinking. The writing style is very good and reflects the content and thoughts of the poem itself.
The author is great! The writing style is great (╯3╰)
The author likes to think a lot~ But for that poem, I immediately thought of a popular science article I read by British and American fan authors. About Dr. Who, it was said that there are creatures good at attacking and creatures good at defending, so there must be creatures good at hiding, so the doctor is here Is there anyone in the TARDIS and asked over and over again, who are you and what are you lurking around humans for? They asked again and again, their voices getting louder and louder. Finally, they found that the small blackboard next to them had been written with a word - listen... Isn't Emma creepy? Just like what the poem says, someone cried for no reason, laughed at me, walked towards me, and still looked at me when I died! Thinking of this, I suddenly felt so scared!
Although fairy tales also have pain, they are always beautiful and tender; But the reality behind the fairy tale makes those who are willing to think deeply feel painful. This is cruel tenderness.
Heroes are always there, the only difference is whether you are willing to believe and discover. ♥
I once read an article with the same name, also from HP... Same... No, the author, your writing makes me want to cry even more.
Moses, the trekker, and the prophet in the wilderness are more tragic and sad than the mediocre people, or because in the journey of life, the light thoughts of the wise will always be pulled to the ground by the heavy reality, but they do not suffer from it. How many people can calmly play their whole life like cooking a small dish? I pity the person in my eyes, my eyes are wide open, my dream is like a ruthless beast patrolling time and space!
After finishing tonight's update on Midtown, I ran next door and saw this collection of essays. I only read one chapter and then silently collected it. I closed my eyes and thought about myself, and suddenly I felt an extraordinarily cold and gentle feeling. The uniqueness of each person probably lies in the infiniteness of his thoughts. We use the thoughts of our predecessors as seeds, but we grow a unique spiritual palace.
In Jinjiang, the horizontal stratification of articles and writing styles is still very obvious. In this case, this kind of thinking is like a breath of fresh air, which is really very precious. There are many people who speed up their pace, but there are even more people who stay still in their thoughts. After reading most superficial articles in Jinjiang, I deeply feel that such thinking is necessary and valuable. I'm afraid that I'm rushing forward without a clue, but I don't know that I'm still where I am. I think poetry is for tasting and thinking. The writing style is very good and reflects the content and thoughts of the poem itself.
The author is great! The writing style is great (╯3╰)
The author likes to think a lot~ But for that poem, I immediately thought of a popular science article I read by British and American fan authors. About Dr. Who, it was said that there are creatures good at attacking and creatures good at defending, so there must be creatures good at hiding, so the doctor is here Is there anyone in the TARDIS and asked over and over again, who are you and what are you lurking around humans for? They asked again and again, their voices getting louder and louder. Finally, they found that the small blackboard next to them had been written with a word - listen... Isn't Emma creepy? Just like what the poem says, someone cried for no reason, laughed at me, walked towards me, and still looked at me when I died! Thinking of this, I suddenly felt so scared!