Inspiration of secret

The night was already deep, and a few wisps of dark clouds occasionally drifted across the thick ink sky. Bright stars and bright moon depend on each other, just like water and fish in the river. At this time, a gust of cool wind blew, making the lonely feeling of body and mind follow the shadow. I closed my eyes quietly, listening to the swinging sound of leaves blown and scattered every time in that summer night, looking for the looming more precious than platinum. It seems very clear that the inspiration of creation is weaker than that of the initial youth. However, the years have washed my life insights, accumulated more creative experience and gained deeper life details and connotations, it is no longer just for writing some emotional stories of love and mysterious novel plots that exist in the world for a long time. Therefore, the creation brewed in the daytime and at night also became a kind of eternal constant for me. Someone asked me: what is the secret of inspiration? I will answer: night falls. In fact, no matter when, even if I write more in the daytime, I still think that the night is the best time to create. Because in the dead of night, no one will disturb himself, and there will be more space for imagination and more differences. I think the moon must be I am lucky goddess, because as long as I think of the moon, my inspiration will flow out continuously, so that the fantastic things in the dream will jump onto the paper, even if I wake up from the dream the next day, I still clearly remember every scene and every detailed plot extension; I think the stars must be my happy goddess, because as long as I think of the shining stars, my mood will enter a mysterious and desirable world with her appearance, just like an adventure in the center of the Earth; Of course, the breeze in the night and the feeling of darkness have contributed a lot, because without these wonderful atmosphere, the god’s reward of inspiration, which can be met but cannot be sought, will not admire me repeatedly. In fact, writing this article itself does not mean to write the secret of inspiration, but it also makes me have to say that inspiration is a mysterious thing. It seems that I saw a wonderful thing before and must share it with others. It was not long ago that I took a leisurely walk in an empty place. Occasionally I found the little belly worm cried, so I bought a bucket of instant noodles and ate it. While preparing to eat, I found a cat with white eyes like emerald stones walking towards me silently. Looking at its pitiful appearance, I couldn’t help cherishing it. It seemed to be female, so I called it Linda! I think Linda must have been hungry for several times. Otherwise, I haven’t uncovered the paper cover of instant noodles. Why does it stare at me quietly? It also gave me an idea: then give Linda some instant noodles. I wonder if it will eat fried noodles with any preservative? Aren’t they choosing people to eat fresh fish or other meals? Thinking, I picked a few strings of instant noodles with a fork and put them on the ground. I didn’t expect Linda to have a good appetite. Before I blinked my eyes, the instant noodles on the ground became air. I just brought a bottle of chili sauce, so I wanted to try it again to see if it also liked instant noodles with chili sauce. Unexpectedly, I added some to instant noodles, when the cat lady was sent there, she asked gently and never moved again. I was afraid that it was not blessed to share this delicious taste, so I brought these instant noodles soaked in chili sauce to the front of its eyes. Linda turned around either left or right, just like a picky baby, I just don’t eat it, which makes me somewhat confused. Later, when I consulted others, I realized that cats were disgusted with irritant things and would never eat them, which made me really ashamed. It seems that even cats know how to keep in good health in this era. If the food does not meet their appetite or has adverse reactions to themselves, they will not move, which is really Awesome! It seems that cats don’t want acne! I said with self-mockery, but I couldn’t help admiring the cat’s proper grasp of food choices every time I thought that people ate the food seasoning with great excitement. Thinking of this, my inspiration is also looming. I think maybe people’s health care is not really that difficult, maybe as long as we are less greedy for the stimulation of taste buds and more light, maybe green health is not that far away! It was late at night, Linda left quietly again. Although she came back several times, she sat alone in the place facing the moon. I sat on a chair, thinking about the future quietly; Linda also lay quietly beside my chair like a plush ball, without any intention of moving. Maybe we are all of the same type, that is, we are all night watchmen! In order to challenge life and find happiness in the future, I must think about life quietly at the beginning of the night; And in order to find a peaceful life, I am satisfied with tonight for the moment, linda doesn’t have to bother to find the familiar lifestyle in this strange city, and the bright moon becomes a cradle to enjoy life. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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Evening

In the evening, a shabby figure moved slowly to the door of Yan er’s cake shop. He was as thin as a shadow, which could be blown down by a gust of wind. That was an old man, one of his eyes collapsed into his eyes, and the convex and convex concave-concave showed the purplish red marks left when the operation was densely stitched up. The other eye barely opened a seam and held a shabby schoolbag in his arms, limping to the cake shop that passed by every night, not far from the door, picking up the cardboard box that would be discarded at this time every night, there must be something good in it, let his originally thin eyes narrow a thinner seam; The face like dry bark tilted on one side of the lips quivered upward and tilted. This is a face that scares children and women. Yan er stood in the transparent window and looked out at the strange old man. It was not surprising at all. He just took a long breath. Weigh the cake quickly! Landlady, what are you looking? A well-dressed middle-aged woman, looking at yan er’s concentrated expression outside the window, said impatiently and frowned. Good! Yan ER quickly and neatly picked up the food bag, put on gloves and said the cake, go well! Yan er walked out of the store with the figure of customers. Looking at the distant, limping figure shaking like a shadow, he muttered in his heart: Don’t you know if he can eat enough? So he hurriedly turned around and walked back to the store. Xiaoshan, how many bread did you put in the cardboard box today? Yan er asked her shop assistant softly. Put one, what’s the matter? yan jie! Xiaoshan is 19 years old this year, with a slightly reddish face, which seems to mark that he is a boy from the mountain area with unique simplicity and simplicity, and also meets the joke of red two balls on the cheek of Gao Yuan’s face. He stood beside the shelf, picked up a bread and looked at it carefully. The bright color and shape of the bread in the food bag made him smile with satisfaction. That’s a little less. Yan er sat on the small chair, pinching her sore shank while talking to herself in a low voice. Sister Yan, still less? Put a bread every day, and also give the paper box to that kind of person! A little dissatisfied, and a little disdainful worldly wisdom appeared on the childish face of the hill. Why do you say that? That was an old man who lived on his own. It seemed that yan er was still sick. He raised his head and stared at the Hill with his clear eyes smiling. Sister Yan, we are a small business, and we are also very hard. Who is pitiful? Xiaoshan picked up Yan Er and his own cup, poured water on one side, and continued muttering that yan er and he got along like sister and brother, complaining to themselves: give him money and don’t want it, preferring to pick up rags, is quite a character! You give him bread every day and put it in a cardboard box, which is also a strange sister! The evening six days ago. For the first time, Yan er saw this old man not far from her own door. He was bitten by a dog on the trouser leg, limping away and looking around with his terrible eyes to escape the way out of the dog’s chase. It happened that the onlookers surrounded a circle and blocked the way. The children and women were hiding from the old man’s eyes far away. The bold men leaned forward and watched with great interest, pointing at them from time to time: how scary! It must be a lively scene of beggars, attracting the curious eyes of passers-. Yan er squeezed into the circle and looked at the scene in surprise. Somebody’s dog? Why nobody cares? Yan er’s thin voice couldn’t raise the height, and was quickly submerged in the miscellaneous discussions. Son, come! The delicate voice was like an order, and the precious shepherd dog returned to the hostess like an arrow. Why do you call a dog a son? There was a boy of seven or eight years old laughing, and the dog covered his mouth was very expensive! The mother who looked like a boy was admiring. The strange old man limped forward and someone was giving him change. The old man shook his head, didn’t say anything, and didn’t reach out to pick it up. He just bent down and picked up an empty plastic bottle, put it in the broken bag in front of his chest, stood up and continued to move his steps, not knowing where he was going. The onlookers around gradually dispersed around a middle-aged man with vigorous clothes, wearing glasses and wiping the greasy corners of his mouth with napkin, which was obviously the male owner of the dog. Walking to the front of his private car, he opened the door and sat in. Then he leaned out and said to the hostess of the dog, “Give the old man some money. My son never bites people, what kind of money will he give? The hostess patted the white fluff on the back of the shepherd dog, disapprovingly. Buy some cakes for my son! The hostess walked to the door of Yan er’s cake shop with a swing. Her son followed her closely and was about to enter the door. Please put your dog outside! Yan er raised her head and straightened her sore back, saying coldly. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…