The passage of time is a mixture of joy and sadness. Vicissitudes of life are changes in historical development. When every minute passes, you gain more understanding and more feelings about the world. This may be what is called growing up.
Every time you walk, you gain an understanding that reaches deep into your heart. I have always envied those who travel frequently. I envy them that they can personally experience various living habits, customs and cultures of various places; their broadened horizons allow them to no longer be limited to a small circle, and their lives become colorful. But I am not able to be like them for the time being, because of my status and conditions. However, in life, I am not willing to be peaceful. I often walk, go outing, and hang out. My loud shouts echoed in the deep mountains; my deep footprints were left on the side of the road; my lonely figure once appeared on the street... Although these were not long-distance journeys, and although they did not go out of the province, they were You can also gain a lot, you can increase your knowledge, you can experience life more deeply and get closer to nature. The steps never stop and the heart keeps growing.
I am at the end of the world, with the world as my home. I am at the end of the world, with the world as my companion.
People who like to experience life with their heart often make unique discoveries, perhaps a different attitude towards life, or a closer understanding of life. Rodin once said: Life requires a pair of eyes to discover beauty. Yes, life is colorful, beautiful and beautiful, if we can experience it. The eyes that discover beauty not only come from the eyes, which are the windows of the soul, but also focus more on our hearts, a delicate heart, calm and indifferent; flowing like water, covering every gap and discovering hidden things. The secret, the surprise.
Love literature, love its elegant or vicissitudes of words, love its power to resonate with each other's hearts, although it is silent, it is more vocal and more moving. Everyone has two sides, one is lively and the other is calm. Whether it is superficial or inner, different people have different definitions. As for me, I am usually lively and cheerful, and I get along well with my friends. I can chat with them, have topics, or be eloquent. But I prefer silence, I like to calm down to think about problems, and understand life; I like to listen with a smile, listen to people's words, and listen to the beauty of life; I like to discover small things with my heart, discovering things that have never been discovered by others. On the one hand, it is like the pure smile of a girl, the innocent play of a child, or the sincere care of an old man. Maybe this is the real me, the emotional me.
The road to growth, the journey, the special scenery. On February 2nd of this year, for some reason, I published an article online for the first time. I officially embarked on the road of literature. I began to come into contact with many literary friends, writers, and editors. I gained a lot and felt deeply. The warmth brought to me by the big family of literature. The comments from strangers and tourists, the concern of literary friends, and the careful review of the editor all gave me the strength to support me, allowing me to go on strong, write down with my heart, and express my understanding of life and my thoughts on life. Share your feelings with friends, hoping to find a soulmate.
I have had a unique love for literature since I was a child, loving its beauty and love its emotions. At first, I discovered the rhythmic beauty and melody of literature from children’s songs. When I was a child, I read Tang poems and memorized Song lyrics, which were catchy. I don’t know why, but I always felt they were beautiful, but I just couldn’t put them into words. As you grow older, learn textbook knowledge and understand the articles of different literati, and slowly realize the author's feelings and thoughts he wants to express. Later, in the second grade of junior high school, I also started to write my own mood diary. It was not a simple way of writing down things, but about my feelings about life. Some were sad, some were happy, some were nostalgic, and some were imaginative. Gradually, I became obsessed with poetry. I usually like to read poems by Zhimo, Taiwen and others. I also wrote a lot of poems myself. Generally, I don't follow the format, but some have five characters and seven rhymes, which have a bit of an ancient style. Later, I fell in love with writing prose again. I liked its form but not its spirit, and its natural and sincere expression. Gradually, I came into contact with many writers. Seniors such as Xiao Xiao and Jia Pingwa all wrote very well. Appreciate their works... In this way, I embarked on the path of literature. If you ask me why, I will answer: just because I like it.
Dreams are the wings of butterflies, persistence is the power to fly, if you have love, shout loudly to the sky.
Youth can never be repeated. My growth path must be carefully followed. I don't regret the choice I made. Face what you have done calmly. Listen to the guidance of your heart, follow your feelings, and stick to it.
From a registered member to a junior writer, and then from a junior writer to the current outstanding author, this experience is very profound and worth recalling. There are joyful expectations, hesitant confusion, and emotional expressions in between; every article, essay, every diary, diary, and every poem contains deep feelings. Write with your heart and express yourself. To understand life, write down the feelings that life brings to me.
Works are the children of literati and must be cared for and protected with care. However, some people do not respect the author and copy and plagiarize other people's articles indiscriminately. Not only do they not know that it is wrong for them to do so, but they also feel at ease and look serious. This is not shameless. It simply has no morals. , no minimum respect for literature, no respect for writers. Here, I propose: adhere to originality, combat piracy, provide a good creative environment for literati, and rekindle the creative enthusiasm of literati. Let us write in the new era, guide the country, inspire words, and recreate the grand occasion of ancient times.
The road to growth is like a photo under the light, which becomes a memory as soon as it flashes down. You remember some people; you bury some things; you understand some love.
The biggest gain from growth is not material, but the understanding of life and the improvement of mentality. That kind of indifference, that kind of maturity. That kind of rationality, that sincerity.
This is what I have gained from my growth. It is many, many, and very heavy. It cannot be measured with money or described with words. I just feel very fulfilled and satisfied in my heart.