Song Ciyi said: "Words, like youth, are a kind of suffering that can heal. Youth is a kind of sweet to bitter medicine, tears, in the flower season of youth refracted the dazzling sunshine, in the rainy season of youth drowning in the torrential rain. The tears in the rainy season are salty and bitter, but they are distinct, bitter and sweet. The world of youth is actually a real peach garden, where it is a holy place without pollution. The smile is so innocent, the eyes are so innocent, the heart is so kind, and the friendship is so sincere. In the garden of youth, birds fly freely, carrying the wings of our dreams to the clouds; The willow tree is still around, the mirror combs the flowers yellow, everyone has a love for beauty, that beauty, very pure, like snow in winter, there is a crystal clear beauty; The flowers are blooming, with a faint fragrance and a faint color. Wait until the youth has passed, wait until the gray hair climbs up the temples, and look back with your eyes, you were the happiest age when you were young, and you were suffering in those years

Words, like the night when the spring breeze is drunk, like the song of the summer cicadas, like the frustration of the autumn leaves, like the melancholy of the winter snow.

Words, like the sun, radiant, radiant, and the heat she emitted was enough to melt my cold heart, and I walked leisurely in that warm light. The golden light sprinkled all over my body, as if I too had turned into an angel and flew to that divine heaven. Sometimes, as if I saw the sun god, he said to me, "Come, come there, there is what you need!" My heart is thrilled, O God of Heaven, the angels you have sent are so lovely, so clever, so mischievous! When will I be able to depict such angels in my pen?

Words, like the moon, crystal clear. The light it radiates at night shines on the dark earth. It was another sleepless night, and I looked at the moon and was deeply intoxicated. I remember that year's Dragon Boat Festival, I looked at the moon sadly, with tears in my eyes, how many grievances, how many sadness, how many misunderstandings, all confided in you. The moon is round, and it fills my heart; The moon bends and walks with me through the broken years. I long, long, that my pen can paint Chang'e with phoenix eyebrows and fluttering dresses in the moonlight, as well as the well-behaved and obedient jade rabbit.

Words, like stars, are distant and shining. The light of the stars was so dazzling and pure, as if I saw the warm and kind eyes of a young girl. Star, your eyes are so familiar, as if you have seen it somewhere, oh, isn't that me, the former flower girl, her eyes are full of longing for the future, but her heart is full of contradictions, and reality has tormented her to the core. After years of wind and rain, my pen is no longer a faint cloud, but a bright and twinkling star like an eye!

Words, like a pond, are full of enchanting lotus flowers. You see, the white and red, like a very shy fair girl; You see, that red face, do you meet a man you really like You see, that one looks plump and full, like the Tang Dynasty wearing a low-cut rich palace maid in the heart of the ten thousand styles, how I look forward to blooming a gorgeous lotus flower under my pen!

When can I write words as warm as the sun, when can the moon flow silver light under my pen, when can my words shine like the light of the stars, when can the feelings in my writing be as colorful as the flowers in the lotus pond, when can the stories I write be as harmonious as the scenery of a stream, and there will be no more angry battles between man and nature

Words should be warm and dazzling, beautiful and calm, flickering and calm, colorful and passionate, pure and dynamic. Words write through our emotions, through our hearts, and through our souls; Words are the bits and pieces of life, and they are a kind of bright sorrow.

Without words, how can the heart be home; Without words, the colors of the world have no place to live; Without words, how can the seasoning of life be truly presented at this moment, I love words in our hearts, but I can't control them repeatedly; I love words, but I can't let them shine; I love words, but I can't write words that are as beautiful as dreams. It's inevitable to be a little lost, whether to say goodbye or continue, since it's what I like, why not rush forward bravely

Yes, I see! Words are the most beautiful in my heart. How moving, how fantastic the world of words! In the world of words, the morning glow is golden and gorgeous, and we young people can say loudly: The morning glow will always belong to us! The orange-red sunset, the brilliant colorful clouds, and the feelings of the elderly in the world of words can also be so colorful! I chased Yue'er, to melt the feelings of homesickness into words; I flew to the clouds, to precipitate immortal feelings in words! Believe it, young man chasing dreams, in the end, your words can bloom into brilliant flowers and be as beautiful as a dream!

When can I write words as warm as the sun, when can the moon flow silver light under my pen, when can my words shine like the light of the stars, when can the feelings in my writing be as colorful as the flowers in the lotus pond, when can the stories I write be as harmonious as the scenery of a stream, and there will be no more angry battles between man and nature

Words should be warm and dazzling, beautiful and calm, flickering and calm, colorful and passionate, pure and dynamic. Words write through our emotions, through our hearts, and through our souls; Words are the bits and pieces of life, and they are a kind of bright sorrow.

Without words, how can the heart be home; Without words, the colors of the world have no place to live; Without words, how can the seasoning of life be truly presented at this moment, I love words in our hearts, but I can't control them repeatedly; I love words, but I can't let them shine; I love words, but I can't write words that are as beautiful as dreams. It's inevitable to be a little lost, whether to say goodbye or continue, since it's what I like, why not rush forward bravely

Yes, I see! Words are the most beautiful in my heart. How moving, how fantastic the world of words! In the world of words, the morning glow is golden and gorgeous, and we young people can say loudly: The morning glow will always belong to us! The orange-red sunset, the brilliant colorful clouds, and the feelings of the elderly in the world of words can also be so colorful! I chased Yue'er, to melt the feelings of homesickness into words; I flew to the clouds, to precipitate immortal feelings in words! Believe it, young man chasing dreams, in the end, your words can bloom into brilliant flowers and be as beautiful as a dream!