This essay,I have a feeling today.,I didn't update it last night.,I'm sorry to my friends.,Actually,Last night's stop wasn't just because I drank too much.,A lot of things,It's not a word that can be explained.。 I am very grateful to my book friends for their understanding of me, I regard you as my true friends, I am glad that you like not only the story, but also Mo Feng as a person, thank you for Brother Ryazan, Night Talk, No You, Forrest Gump, etc., etc., I really thank you.

So, I'll tell you what I'm thinking today. To be honest, in fact, it was not my intention to write horror and suspense novels, and to be honest, although I am also writing online novels, in fact, I don't really value online works, except for a very few books, of course.

Originally, I decided to come to Sharpen Iron to write a suspenseful horror novel, in fact, so that more people could read my work. I would like to tell you a heart-wrenching word, if one day Mo Feng is really lucky enough to become a great writer, I don't want to be called an online writer, a best-selling author, or a mystery writer.

Actually, I'm a very emotional person, which may be a bit ridiculous for a 192-tall Northeast guy, but this is the real me, and I don't think I need to hide it.

I know that I'm not really good at writing this type of novel, and I prefer some thoughtful and genuine novels or articles, but don't worry, I'll finish it.

Before, for a while, I was very stable and updated, but at that time, it was really beyond my load, this load was not only physical, but also psychological, academic pressure, personal life problems, I wrote to vent my emotions, I hope more people read me, they can say that my writing is really good after reading it, in fact, this is what I care about. In other words, in the future, I will definitely transform, and you should not be too surprised by this.

Okay, don't say much, post today's essay and share it with you, but it's not to cheat Feiha~

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So, as the April sky blew a gentle breeze through the sprouting branches, at 8:15 a.m., I walked slowly near the fountain in the center of the campus's Times Square, on my way to a counselor training class, and along the way, the air was filled with a thick spring light.

There was still time, I wore a long-sleeved undershirt and jeans, stepped on a pair of tourist shoes, and walked unhurriedly. After a night of hangover, my stomach is a little empty, my head is a little swollen, and my mood is not good, but it is not bad.

I was walking leisurely when suddenly, diagonally across from me, a girl in a green coat came over, full of vitality and tranquil and quiet. She was testing something, and I glanced at her, didn't speak, and kept walking.

"Classmates." She still opened her mouth, tilted her head, and asked, "Do you know how to go to Xinghai Concert Hall?" ”

I raised my hand to show her the way, and then said to her, "I'm just about to go that way, if you don't dislike it, we can be together." ”

She nodded, "That's my pleasure." ”

The weather was nice and we walked side by side.

She asked, "Classmate, are you from this school?" ”

I said, "Of course, you're visiting your friends from another school?" ”

She said: "I am from the Aviation Academy, and I went there to take English 6 class. ”

I said, "But that's where the people from the conservatory practice." ”

She said: "We used to have classes in the Bowen Building, but today we have changed the location. ”

I said, "Oh. ”

She asked, "Are you a graduate student?" ”

I laughed, "I'm that old, I'm only a freshman." ”

She said, "Oh. ”

I asked, "Are you a Southerner?" ”

She asked rhetorically, "Why do you say that?" ”

I said, "Listen to you with a little southern accent." ”

She shook her head, "I'm from Shanxi, but everyone else says I have a southern accent." ”

I said, "Oh, I used to be in the college student press corps, and I knew a person from Shanxi, but the accent you spoke to her didn't look like it at all." ”

She said, "Well, it's weird. ”

I asked, "How many places did you go as a child?" ”

She said: "No, I used to study at home and travel during the holidays. ”

I said, "That's good." ”

She said, "yes. ”

I said, "Look, the red building in front of you is the Xinghai Concert Hall." ”

She asked, "Are you going there too?" ”

I shook my head, "I'm going to the Tin Ka Ping Education College over there, I'm going to take a counselor class there." ”

She asked, "What is your major?" ”

I said, "Psychology." ”

She smiled, "That's amazing." ”

I said, "It's nothing, it just sounds amazing." ”

She laughed and didn't speak.

I said, "By the way, you're a graduate student?" ”

She said, "No, I'm a junior." ”

I said, "Oh, that should be a small number of lessons." ”

"No, there are a lot of classes a day, Monday to Friday," she said. ”

I said, "Look, there's a sign there, I guess it's where the sixth grade class is going." ”

She said, "Well, yes, thank you." ”

I said, "It's okay, then I'll go from the front." ”

She said, "Well, okay. ”

I said, "See you again." ”

She waved her hand, "Bye, bye." ”

After the Xinghai Concert Hall, a few steps further is Fan Ling Lake, which has just been filled with new water at the beginning of the month. The lakeside is surrounded by willow trees with green and yellow leaves, looking from afar, hazy, like watercolor, no hook or depiction, just a light stroke, a piece of vibrant color will be blurred on the branches carved by the years, without a trace of superfluous whitewash. These colors are reflected on the surface of the lake, there is no wind, but there are microwaves on the surface of the lake, layers of water ripples gently flow, and the birds on the shore pecked at the lakeside like a gentle kiss, and then quietly left with shame.

On the grass by the lake, there are several young girls taking a group photo, cherishing their youth and beauty forever, and of course, leaving behind time and emotions. They are not necessarily beautiful, but they are all full of the rich vitality of youth, and their smiles are full of hope and happiness. Hopefully, in a few years' time, they will be able to enjoy life in this way, rather than being enslaved by it.

Further on is the campus's wildlife domestication base, which is surrounded by a simple fence made of bamboo poles and nets. The base is not large, I walked close to the net, only to see a few turkeys nodding and pecking on the green and yellow lawn, they are not afraid of me, and I am not wary, I walked by them gently, looking ahead, it is a beautiful view.

The bushes, trimmed into a very neat cuboid shape, are arranged in three rows, like tea fields in the south. Their branches and leaves are still not as green as in midsummer, their color is moderate, more green looks dull, less green looks desolate, just like a young girl, set this thousands of beautiful April days in the world.

It's still the same sentence - there is never a lack of beauty in life, just a pair of eyes that find beauty.

And I think that there is no lack of a pair of eyes to discover beauty in life, but there is a lack of a time to discover beauty.

In life, we are in a hurry, and all kinds of cumbersome stereotypes make us not only unable to be free physically, but also cruelly imprisoned by our own hands.

On such a beautiful day, with a peaceful heart, if you can hold the hand of your beloved, aimlessly and easily in this warm spring light, what kind of joy of life should it be?

I think of last night's events, and I feel a little embarrassed and sighing, but I don't want to mention it again, this is not to escape, but to feel that there are still many beautiful things in the world that I have not yet felt, and I really should not be confined to the false illusion I have created.

I think of the girl who asked for directions, and I believe it was a kind of fate.

When night came, I looked up and thought to myself, how wonderful the relationships between people are. Men and women, in the vast sea of people, we meet, know each other, and get to know each other. It is true that in this world, no one can accompany us forever, no matter who we are, we will always experience the joy of coming and the sorrow of leaving. Let's not talk about life and death, how many people in our lives can't stand this wave goodbye, because this goodbye may never see each other. It is irresponsible to forget each other, and the reason why people have emotions is because people have memories and will remember a lot of things.

I'm reminded of the novel about the story of Greentown—years later, I wish I could be nostalgic for a person, not a name.

In a hurry, we don't know each other's names, but we have also understood each other, because time is in a hurry, so even if we never see each other again, we will not feel sad and nostalgic. But maybe one spring in the future, just today, when everything is easy, I may suddenly remember such a person, remember that we had a five-minute conversation, walked five minutes away, and breathed the unique smell of peach petals in the campus together. Such memories are not deep, but they must be very warm, because it is a painless nostalgia.

Because there are intersections and ties, when I miss the person I should miss after a few years, the taste will definitely not be as warm as that stranger brought me. This has nothing to do with Fengyue, it's just human nature.

"The best part of life is the moment when you wave your hand and leave."

What separates is the heart bridge.

Let go of what you have to put down and enjoy life – walks, food, music, articles, best friends, waiting for that person. We live our lives easily and to the fullest.