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One I am a person who believes in feelings because of words. For literary creators and characters, their feelings are just like people. When I first read the text, the feeling of the text is the reader’s feeling of the author. When I started to write words, I would imagine what my readers would feel after reading my words in the occasional gap. I will fantasies. If my reader is a girl, when her eyes are gently staring at my words, the breeze blows gently, and occasionally there are a few birds standing on the branch, occasionally, a few petals fell on her shoulder. Occasionally, she would laugh intoxicated or cry moved. Under the setting sun, words and her, what kind of scenery should it be. If my reader is a boy, and sweat slips over his face after exercise in the morning, he will find a place quietly, sit down, or lean against the basketball stand on the basketball court, when the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on the words in his hand, what kind of elegance should the words and him be. Of course, this is just the happiest moment for me and my words. Second, I have fallen in love with words for many years, but for many years, I have not written many words. Every time I write, my heart is deeply touched. I won’t write unreal stories, because I can’t outline the subtle feelings brought by subtle plots to readers. Therefore, my writing never takes fiction as the theme, which is not without desire, but just not good at it. Third, I once appreciated a kind of writing, which was very beautiful. That kind of beauty is the shock of soul caused by shallow words. Sometimes there are countless plots flashing in my mind, but unfortunately, my words will not appear like plots. After passing through my youth, I am no longer intoxicated in the sadness of splashing tears. We live in this world. Reality is cruel and growth is hard. I hope my words are strong, kind, real and full of upward power like a ray of sunshine, though subtle, but it can bring warmth to people who come close to me.

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