Reading and writing sigh!

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When I was busy, just applying the liquid thinking of Ning Huawei's text flowing from the bottom of my heart, whenever I came to this kind of text game, rubbing the dark eyes, the sore activity was sore Shoulder and waist, calm down, I often ask in my heart: What is writing? Open the psychological counseling teaching materials on the case, and it will easily sort out a concept: writing is an objective realistic thing that is interacted with the subjective cognition of people and the internal emotional experience. Psychological process.

The concept turned into an idea, but after a detailed review, I couldn't help shaking like a wave drum. Because in my image at this moment, the word "writing" is like a magic stick, changing and changing, like the dazzling gorgeous rainbow where the heaven is located, always using an unspeakable dynamic dynamic Beauty attracted me.

So, what exactly is writing? This question mark was sealed in my heart, and the whirlwind was always rotated, but it looked like a kite, and it was on the thinking sky in the thinking sky. When there is a wind, it is rumbling, shaking, like a mystery that releases the temptation of the sky; when there is no wind or waves, there is a flowing water -like sign language. With this sign language, it turned into a swallow -like nature. When you look closely, this murmur becomes the vast thatch in the wilderness, or the empty field covered by the thatched grass, and this field seems to be like a full -wisdom of wisdom like a high -like thinner. And the hubs seem to suck wisdom's nutrients and externalize the image. I persistently walking in such a jungle or thatch's cluster, walking around, along the dry riverbed, and the vast snowy area. There is a Mongolian wolf looking for food. Detective finds clues. , Or unveil the desire of the mystery of Mayan culture.

On that day, read, read text, listen to the voice of words, and read the personality at the same time. Inadvertently enlightened, it quietly opened the rusty spiritual fan fan to leak the driving force of a waterfall. I would like to do it without plan. Reading is just a rushing and complicated renovated adjustment product, so that there is always a lofty kind of noble element in life that penetrates the spirit of the spirit. But when I read it, the urge to write was rushing to my heart, and I rushed to my heart, and poured through the most sensitive nerves across my tube in my arm. With my hand, sitting in front of the computer, knocking on the keyboard into a pure instinct at this time.

In this way, I gradually realized a little at a glance. So, I thought: Is it lucky to have this impulsive waves? If everyone has this impulse, can they flow out of the text like butterflies that will fly? Answer is naturally negative. So, who is the special reward of which kind of person God gives, is it necessary to get the same person like Lantian Yang Boyong, who is eligible to get the Taibai Jinxing to the jade mother stone? Thinking about it, the fence of a fence was hit, and it was suddenly bright. Mao Seton opened this idiom, like a ginseng fairy boy with a red belly, stood clearly in my imagination space.

I gradually became a little clear. Writing is like the fields or fields of the jade -growing jade in Nanshan, and use emotions and wisdom to synthesize the soil, sowing wisdom, germinating quality, and harvesting sentiment. If you use an intuitive metaphor to explain from another angle, it can be said: writing is wisdom, kindness, goodness, beauty, and natural culture like a few planets. In terms of moisturizing thoughts and souls, it will gradually become more passionate, until it rushes to the burning point, and the star fires are gradually formed. Maybe this is the essential characteristics of the writing process, or it was originally!

At this time, the landscape of the sunrise will always shine on the green ideas like the seedlings, and the relaxed and happy feeling is the gentle breeze through the crop field. Follow the sheep intestine path through the crop field, and I passed through this image of the crops of this image, smelling a stream of drunkenness, fading, but fascinating and impetuous and mediocre. Walking through this green, becoming a mininger, continuing to open the drill with inspirational light sources. A place reflected by the morning glow, I really saw a vast vast Lantian. I really saw countless wise men. In your own constellation, he emits dazzling gloss to shine on his life.

Following this shiny direction, I saw the dragon's lurking. A lightning passed by. I saw a healthy breathing in Yuanzhang, and the rolling Yun Tao was leaping out. The shore cliffs were full of wisdom flowing pearls, exquisitely lingering the colorful phoenix on the sycamore trees, and made a strong result of the result.

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I often feel that reading and writing is a pair of twin sisters. Whenever I hold a book, I feel that it is not a book, but the thought of a materialized person with externalization. Therefore, every time I read, I put away my original eyes, but opened the eyes of my soul at the same time. Through the lumpy text above the paper, I look at the three -dimensional or evil soul standing in the three -dimensional; I also lengthened the tentacles of my soul and touched the author's personality and character. Reading directly brings closer the distance between readers and authors and artistic characters. Remember every time I read the text, like dissecting the sensible and good soul, I always can't help but read it. I don't want to read anymore, because I want to put aside the text and read the person first. As a result, I am always like a treasure hunting person who has died on the Treasure Treasure on the Solomon Islands, and tried everything to search for biographical records related to characters, even if the record was filled with history and time. The process of brushing the dust is like unveiling the veil on a masked person's head, or in short, like wiping a CD that you cherish the most, the process of wiping is the process of emotional communication. Even in the process, I saw the CD -ROM feelings like a friend who hadn't met for a long time, and it was still clear. Sometimes the object of reading has tragedy, and the heart looks like watching the bleeding wound, or the wound is bleeding, or sometimes it is more like licking their wounds, suffering for the characters, for the characters, for the characters, for the characters, for the characters The pain is painful ... In short, it is sorrowful or joyful, or laughing or tears, and the joy, pain and excitement when communicating with the reading, and the joy, and excitement when communicating with the reading are still unsightly feelings.

Thinking of talking with her daughter a day ago, she talked with her daughter. So far, her daughter under 13 years old has the same love as her mother, and has a strong ability to read. In the process of chatting, we thought of the gunpowder of one of the four major inventions in ancient my country, and the alchemy furnace of the Qingcheng Mountain Taoist priests was logically. It was blown up as a thunderous earthquake -like sound that was not in line with the law of nature, but in ancient China, it also exploded a huge sensation that made the world coveted. Talking to his daughter in ancient times, talking about the present, talking about words, talking about natural style, and naturally talked about literature. The two of our mother and daughter have a consensus that literature is that literature is a goddess who has achieved immortality. Don't believe it, read "Dajiang East", "Flowers faded red", opened Su Shi's biography, Su Shi "a stern and rain in life", the indomitable, persecution, but the image of the personality In the eyes that can be touched, the soul can touch?

There is also the life "Lishi take off the boots" to make the "concubine grind ink" and let Li Bai's unrestrained and unrestrained Li Bai's unrestrained place is still vividly lifelike, such as the eyes? Whether the melody of this eternal poetry fairy crazy song "can destroy the eyebrows and the waist and the waist is wealthy" has been rippling on the end of the thinking, and the mellow fragrance of alcohol when drinking. What about it?

There is also Ms. Yi An, who is "Yi'an", who is "Yi'an", is a "thin man than yellow flower" who is worried about the new words. Does the liver and intestine "miserable misery" let us witness all the sufferings of the female poet's family who died in the life? The female poet was destroyed because the husband and wife regarded the gold and stones that the husband and wife were regarded as life, and whether the long river of long river shed has been soaked in the wind and rain for thousands of years, and will we wet our eyes at this moment?

(Gao Fei))

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