I am drop of water in the spoon

I still got up very early and kept running every day for a year. Today is different from the past. The sky is gray and mixed with some floating clouds. One by one is like dandelion flowers, and the joy of leaving the mother leaves to fly to the Sky first. I am hesitating, whether I still go out to practice in the morning, and my thoughts are competing with my heart. Suddenly, a ray of sunshine through the window screen seemed to whisper to me: go out, maybe the weather is not what you see now. Therefore, I laughed, and the laziness in my mind ran away. Leaving home, I walked and ran all the way. The sky seemed to care for lazy people like me intentionally. I liked the weather like this, looking at the surrounding scenery while breathing the fresh air like a popsicle. The sweat on my body also gradually flowed out, and the cells all over my body seemed to be singing sweet love songs with me all the way. I am moving, delighted, glad, feeling and thinking about my words, just like my mood at this time. Since I picked up the long-lost ink again this year, my spare time has lost a little bit of falling leaves dancing. During this period, what I gained was the fragrance of spring flowers blooming in the Dreamtalk of words, the delicacy of flowers blooming and falling, and the bitterness and sorrow flying in the world of mortals. My mood is very happy and full. During this process, I got to know many literary friends. He (she) was full of literary talent, honest and generous, modest and studious, all of which spurred me to go further. Therefore, I let go of the previous ideological burden, just like a toddler, and began to boldly try the creation of proses and novels. And just yesterday, I received a message that surprised me: your ten articles, the novel “Black in the day”, “The bunch of dried plum in xiaoqiaogou” and “Golden Earrings”, as well as prose “wind, I want to tell you gently”, “spring, you are safe”, “dark fragrance brushed”, “Baby Don’t Cry”, “big brother, how are you”, “Cana in my eyes” and “memory is like a flower” have been published on the website of red sleeves Tianxiang. I can’t understand it. I think those young and tender works are still a long way from being published. However, looking at this information again and clicking on the website to search for it, it is really striking. When I read my ten articles with a happy and uneasy mood, I couldn’t help crying. No matter the seven proses or the three novels, they all made the best modification appropriately. Every place, no matter how hard I try, I can’t get a high degree of polish, especially the final touch of the novel, which makes me stunned and elated. I am very grateful to this selfless and wise editor. Although I have never known him, I have to write down my gratitude. Although he said he should do it again and again, it was nothing, but I knew it was filled with his hard work! He didn’t have a good rest for two whole nights, so that he reviewed my manuscripts until three o’clock in the morning. How can I not be indifferent? Only by burying this precious memory deeply into my heart can I become the motivation and persistence when I am lazy, slack or die and retreat, maybe I won’t waste the painstaking efforts of this good editor. Time stops in the bright morning sun, and my thoughts are lingering in the glittering and translucent with dew. Unconsciously, I had already set foot on the way home, and I had a little rest. Walk to see. There are more and more people on the road, some on foot, some on bicycle, some on tricycle and some on car. Look at him (her) and think about yourself. The past life was like a drop of water lying in a spoon, muddling along a fixed track. Until one moment, I was lucky to hit other people of the same kind, and my sleep was like a dream. Thinking like this, walking and kissing nature. I know how to improve my life in the future. When I got home, I had breakfast with my organized thoughts. Walking on the way to work in a hurry, I saw the sky just now was getting brighter, and the new day had already begun to DEDECMS. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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