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Unconsciously, I suddenly fell in love with writing. When it is time to be sensitive, there is a feeling of unspeakable tiredness when one thing is folded up with one thing. There are many things, gradually forming a kind of decisive but indifferent indifference, watching the occurrence and end of things lightly. I was too lazy to care about some things. I looked and listened lazily, picked up my pen and wrote slowly. The Peony blossoming in that night, the prosperity of the starry sky that night …… was like showing the beauty of the world to the indifferent me. Writing can always express the most peaceful feeling in the bottom of my heart through the flying of the pen tip, and then the favorite words will calm down the initial fierceness until my heart stops like touching the famous tea on the tip of my tongue, memorable. I poured my wonderful thoughts and overflowing inspiration into my pen, my paper, and I created a thriving world; I put my emotions and thoughts into it. I try to remember new knowledge, understand the honor, interest, hypocrisy, coldness and indignation of the society in front of me and around me, and then write them on the paper one by one. Like a photographer walking on the landscape, I want to make the beauty and ugliness I saw public. I would like to take a pen and a stack of paper to sit on the shallow mountain and watch the scenery under my feet. I raised my head occasionally, remembering the vicissitudes of the sky, waking up from my dream as tired as we got up early, waiting for the rising of the sun. But because of the thick clouds, the sun coated the world with a layer of shallow and warm glow. Smelling the unbridled fragrance of osmanthus, it is warm and charming, and the world is still so beautiful. I remember my friends talked about what to do in the future. At this time, we seemed to have been dragged by the exhaustion in our hearts. We were no longer fearless in childhood, but wanted an elegant and peaceful life. As for me, I opened a small car shop, which was neither big nor small. I could sit in the air-conditioned room in summer and bask in the sun in front of my house in winter. Or, buy a small house in the suburb, look at the scenery outside the window, and write articles leisurely. Just like my behavior is extremely lazy, it is not bad. The beautiful and Lonely Paradise must be the place that Mr. Tao loves. It is as beautiful as peach blossom and clear as clear water, so that everything is just a legend. It is said that I love the beauty of the manor, such as a simple wooden house, a pond and a small courtyard where some fruits and vegetables are planted. Sitting on the floor lazily and silently, watching the Lotus blooming in that pool, and then remembering the touching moment of blooming. I write about the lives of people given by me, watching, listening and living……

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