The Wind Speaks Not

Hahahaha, I can see it. Compared to extroverts who use objects to infer oneself, Laoyang tends to use oneself to infer objects, right? Therefore, happiness and other things still need to be realized through one's own subtle feelings, and there is no need to compare with others. As a social person, I am too lazy to explain to others how happy a person is when he is not pitiful. 2333. Of course my happiness is seeing your updates! In addition, argumentative essays are still possible! Some metaphors are wonderful

Fragments of thought So interesting

Late at night, I happened to read Wenye's World. Because Zai's article was so well written, I clicked on the column and found these essays. I was surprised that no one came to chat. If Laoyang doesn't mind, I'll say something. From Laoyang's words, we can see his love for literature and writing, there is no doubt about it. I often have the experience of being shocked and trembling by some words. I often have no feelings for myself and seem to spend all my time empathizing with my favorite writers. I have to say that reading is really a great enjoyment in life, but today's life is too impetuous. When reading, I can only squeeze in the gaps. It is a pity that I want to write something but can't start. I very much agree with Laoyang's views on words. It's really amazing. I can understand someone who is crying but not empathize with them. However, I can be so moved by a piece of text that I can even resonate with it. It is powerful. Now I focus on fandoms. After facing countless OOC Shura Mary Sue's unruly behavior, I really feel tired. Good fandoms are really the same as treasures. A few days ago I discovered that a wife I really like has stopped writing and has locked up all her writings. I don't know what happened to her, but she gave up after writing for more than ten years. Feeling sad. Dreams are often elusive and unattainable. I saw another wife say that she once buried a literary dream, thinking it would bloom, but unexpectedly it turned out to be a cage that restrained her. Dreams become a stumbling block, which I never imagined. Then I read the article about Shao Xiang, and I felt really good about being knifed, and I felt a little better (yes, I love knives). Everyone always says that life is too bitter and one needs to watch cookies to relieve it. On the contrary, I feel that many times the ups and downs of life cannot escape the ranks of ordinary people, and the beatings from society may be the best catalyst. Although it is miserable, it is useful. I may not be able to have a magnificent life, but I look forward to the protagonist in the book having a different experience. I feel like I talked a lot of nonsense... If I don't mind it, I will occasionally go to other articles to talk about it. In short, I hope that Laoyang will persevere. Your articles can touch people a lot, and more people will definitely see and like them. Finally, if you have time, please produce more articles about killing, whether it's a knife or a candy, it's so hard to find one that's not OOC, I'm in tears.