The world I live in is not the world I want, and the life I'm living now isn't the life I want to live. If my life were just the people and things I saw and heard about, and spent my life useless in these things, I would regret coming into this world. There are a lot of people who ask me what I like and what do I like? All the previous answers were hearsay, not just what was asked. Because I don't have strong loves, hatreds, and preferences.

But everything that is alive will change, and change is always good in a sense, just like the wind blows the surface of a lake before it ripples, and it does not stand still. My relationship with writing began by chance, (even with so much education, I had never felt too much until then) that day, for the first time, I felt lonely, and I was full of enthusiasm to send messages to others, but there was no news. I tried my best to worry about certain things, but I let the people around me misunderstand and quarrel. That night, I started journaling. Writing down all the words in my heart in a notebook, for the first time, I felt that words were beautiful. After that day, I began to read all kinds of famous books, and I found that the hardships and explorations of life are encountered by everyone. I found some answers from the book, but there are still many answers that I haven't found, and I don't rush because the search process is already gratifying. But I knew that after that day, I couldn't give up my relationship with words.

After that, if anyone asks, I will answer, I love to read and write. Of course, reading is just reading something that interests me, but this kind of reading without any restrictions and requirements has made me gain a lot of different feelings, and these feelings have begun to affect my behavior and behavior, reading and reading, my brain will be filled with many strange things, and even appear in my dreams day and night, making me have strange and all kinds of dreams. I didn't resist these dreams much, but I looked forward to them for a long time, but I woke up every day and couldn't remember them at all, and all that remained was a few impressions, and they would disappear quickly.

A lot of times I write things down because I want to keep them, and after the emotions of the time have passed, it won't take long for them to be forgotten. Revisiting the records given to me by the text, I will re-feel the intense emotions at that time, which gave me inexhaustible motivation and hope.

I feel more and more that every person who is transformed by literature actually has his own world, which cannot be replicated in the world of science, and if I have the clearest love, I want to give words. After all, there will be my world in the text, it is beautiful, it is good, it is different from reality, and most importantly, it belongs only to me.

No matter how much I feel and how attached I am to other people's worlds, I am just a passing guest in their world. I'm a conservative person, with a bad temperament and a stubbornness deep in my bones, and I always feel that what belongs to me is the best.

I have gone through a lot of detours, and I have also stepped on a lot of forks in the road, for which I have paid a lot, too much energy and time have been wasted on them, but now it seems that it is not a waste, it is precisely because of so many detours and forks in the road, that I can see the right path for me. People always pay a full price for their stupidity, and I have spent a lot of time and energy to make up for what I have done, even if it doesn't work, but I still need solace in my heart. Everything that grows up in reality will have the laws of adapting to life, which is irreversible, but if you only adapt to life and lose yourself, it is really worth being sad.

Thankfully, I can still change, and I have a lot of time and energy to do what I can and what I want. Mr. Shen Congwen has his own Xiangxi world, and Mr. Lao She has his own Beijing citizen world...... Their pen is a reflection of the real world in their hearts, and it is also the real feeling in their hearts. One day, I will form the world in my mind, and it is the intersection of reality and dreams! You must know that a fresh beating heart will not be frozen because of shackles, but will be more turbulent and rushing because of it.

May Day homecoming holiday, I went back to my alma mater to meet a certain schoolgirl, the small shops around the school are much more than I used to be, one of the small milk tea shops is unforgettable to me, there is a colorful, densely formed wall composed of random stickers, each wall has a silent insistence on the college entrance examination, I read a few words, I feel warm, and praise the owner of this shop, interests are not the only supremacy, the fireworks in the world are always worth nostalgia. Her small gestures gave a home to all the silence that should have been silent, and a place to go for all the hopeful persistence!

On the way back, the wind was very strong, and when I looked up, it was all gray-black clouds, and the sand and dust around me were surging wantonly with the wind, but even so, I was still full of fighting spirit and hope!