Wen/Fangfei

What moment touched your heartstrings? I, in the sudden ringing of the bell, in the chat with my charming sister.

23 October 2117? Monday Sunny

Those who love prose are all familiar with Lin Qingxuan. Lin's words are faint tea; Warm jade; Cool light; Extraordinary Zen.

Earlier, I ran into Lin Qingxuan's article in The Reader. Articles are still like pearls scattered on them, and there is light in the words.

the other day, Mr. Duan in the garden threw out the golden brick of Xuanxiang, and I remembered my jade that was about to be dusty-Qing Huan. The plain cover, white background and light green words really look like an unusual piece of jade. Together with Lin Quan, they form a trilogy of creative thinking to show their writing mood and know-how.

the last time I read it, it was a clear autumn night, and it was a little cold. I sat in the warm yellow light, calmly looked through the preface "I don't know how many autumn sounds" on the previous page, and instantly fell into it, and there was light in my heart. The sunset rolled everything in front of me to Phnom Penh. There is movement and silence, and a bright sunset picture is displayed in front of us, which is surprisingly wonderful.

Read on:

The Mid-Autumn Moon is so beautiful. I once looked up and saw that the sun and the moon were together, only one sun and the moon were shining together, and I couldn't think of anything else.

Lin Qingxuan's writing charm is full of spring, gorgeous world and beautiful world. He said that literature is a pure joy.

After reading "The weather is cold and dew is heavy, I hope you take care", the cherry blossoms in spring are full of prosperity, just like the red star who stayed up last night and went to the world to play hand in hand, and it was too late to return to the sky ...

Stepping on the fallen English on the ground brought him instant enlightenment: no matter how short the time is, all life should be used for opening up. If the moment of blooming is beautiful, it will leave traces of beauty even though it is silent when it falls.

simple, but rich in love. Ordinary, but with a deep heart.

On this sunny day, the bright sun came in from the window and spread a bed, which also shone on the white walls and red homes, making the white more white and the red more red. When the breeze blows, the sky is like a blue wave rippling in the room, with a dynamic halo.

In this morning, the sun in my heart also rises in Ran Ran. Once again, I picked up Qing Huan, and was hit by the sudden bell. If people's hearts are quiet, they can hear beautiful bells.

Zhang Ji, who is brilliant and famous in Sun Shan, is sad and miserable, and his life is dark. He went boating down, it was dark inside and outside Gusu City, the moon was about to fall into the middle of the river, crows were humming in the distant forest, and cold frost and fog filled the sky. The maple trees with residual leaves by the river, reflecting the faint lights of fishing boats, fell asleep in sorrow.

Suddenly, a deep bell rang from the distant Hanshan Temple, through the Woods and across the water, hitting the passenger ship one by one and hitting the young poet's heart. This is the origin of a night-mooring near maple bridge. When it is heard for a moment, there is an infinite realm in the bell.

the bell is short, but the knock is long. People who wake up when they hear the bells and drums at first light; People who travel in the dark and are led by moonlight; That deep feeling really comes from the bell and moonlight in my heart!

I have heard such bells.

I'm not afraid to say that after a period of time, my enthusiasm gradually declined, and I gave birth to a few quits. So, laughing and laughing with Jane's friends in the group, pretending to be crazy and selling stupidity, writing articles to deal with things, seemingly entertaining themselves, but actually fooling themselves.

Jane's words fall in love, saying that I haven't seen you for a long time.

yuanhua fairy said that it would be a waste not to write.

the goddess of prose said, elder sister, keep writing.

the moon said, elder sister, let's write together.

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After all my caring friends have said, I still can't get interested in writing.

until one night chatting with charming elder sister. She said: Only by writing carefully can we live up to our love for words. I'm still very attentive. Nothing can give me more joy than words. It's almost a natural hobby.

Her words struck me like a bell. It was my initial intention to write. I didn't love it that much, not to mention my heart. Most of them were perfunctory and muddled through.

When I met such iron friends, I was encouraged, supported, and pulled me along the way. This kind of appreciation is the fate of my life.

I woke up in an instant, was carried away by moonlight, was illuminated by the sunshine of friendship, and suddenly became transparent. Write, now!

I love words, so I'm back, and I'm no longer perfunctory in completing the task. Participate in the essay writing with literary friends, answer the essay together, and still laugh together. The whole person is more vivid than before.

ten hours before the deadline for joint essay writing on food and talk, the editor-in-chief appealed to the group to write!

yuanhua fairy said, join us, while you are hot now, your enthusiasm for writing is unprecedented.

ok, I'll challenge it, too! I've always been writing for at least a day, and it takes me a long time to get a pen and start writing. There are still ten hours. Can I finish it? With a grain of salt.

hours pass by, and I haven't found the material yet. The editor-in-chief also said that it is not necessary to have famous food articles, but simple friends can also be used. Until eight o'clock in the evening, I suddenly had a brainwave. By the way, I had seen Mi Xi's "Fried Meat with Chili Pepper in Old Land" and left it.

driven by my heart and with true feelings, in a limited time, my article was highly praised by the teacher in Yuanli: the author's writing idea was exquisitely arranged, and the writing path unfolded slowly like a beautiful scroll.

Although the article is not so beautiful, I think I have made progress with my heart.

listen, the bell is still striking! Look, Lin's words shine! May we warm each other in words and move on!