(Gyeongsan Anne Baby: The Texture of the Heart.) The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the trek, introspection, awareness, and attempt to perfect the individual. Think of yourself as a real and unique person first.

In an author's work, the style and tonality will not change at will, and there will be a certain skeleton from beginning to end. For myself, it's the philosophy of the work. A work that only tells a story without trying to explore some depth seems to me to lack honesty and courage. The work should be an effective tool for spiritual expression, not just a way to please the reader by delighting or addicting them. It is better for the work to let the reader have a spiritual harvest.

When writing about the Spring Banquet, with some life experience and the precipitation of thoughts, the views will be more concentrated and more speculative. There is a large personal commentary in the text. If the reader does not have a certain equivalent experience and thought process, it is difficult to cut into this part of the content. Readers who are too young may not be able to keep up and not have the heart to understand these expressions.

In real writing, the focus should be on the individual first. Here's how I see it. )

Hello! I am a Tianma writer, from the tetralogy, the author of the Philosopher's Book into the process of life, busy with mistakes, busy with mistakes, this summer is hotter, maybe you are there, be yourself, be yourself, be yourself, the premise is, you are the right way, if it is not the right way, then as long as it is not a bad way, haha, know yourself, you really understand and understand yourself? I hope you are.

The existence of the essay becomes absurd, a passing survival play, life seems to be forgotten and broken, the obscurity of the dark night is close to destruction, and the poignancy of a broken place is hissed with the wind!

The snow that smiles like a god is suddenly like the world, haggard to the end of no return, the silent yellowing of time is endless, and the ending is finally empty, the wings that once flaunted away are beautiful alone, and the blue smoke and rain fall without a trace, it is still rain, how can the people who hunt time be reasonable with those irrelevant furs, let alone those who are also the goals of the clouds, and of course they will not explain all the true and false emotions and plots.

Proud of the sky, the posture of the sky is to sweep through the eternal streams of everything, the world, the proud will circulate in all the cosmic space, proud of the future will also resound through the height of life outside the universe, but unless you can live for tens of millions of years, life itself is a rotten poem, immortal and immortal from the consciousness of one of them, galloping rotten in the boundless universe void is endlessly trapped in the illusion of the real like a dream.

An immortal dance festival is buried deep in the moonlight of a snowy night without wind and flowers, the weathered bones of the poetry for thousands of years, the old witch driving the ghost horse, scattering the colorful fog of the map, everyone is used to dancing, the ambition of the big man pays hard work, the thief of the collapsed ant is enough for the old witch, the eyes shine on the naked candle, the golden and shining image of the lone wolf's whine, the north wind whistling, looking for beautiful happiness, woo woo.

The narrative does not exist, resulting in the truth and falsehood are difficult to distinguish, the feeling of being wronged is like a song that is actually a series of demon flirtatious figures, the phantom phantom is not so dazzling, tempting the leaves on a pine tree, the falling leaves think they are brilliant in the autumn, very humid, the day fantasy is in silence and is left out of the graceful slender eyes thriving to capture very good-looking extreme news, growth is the end of disillusionment, wave your hand, break.

Listening to the empty tide wave after wave, beyond imagination do not understand the whistling, the taste of the cloud car being thrown away from the ground as if leaving the earth, shuttling in the fall without regret has great pleasure, the pleasure of falling and sinking is addictive, the greedy crowd howls in the city, the eyes have no expression, your song is heartbroken and so good, you can't tell that the wind there is indifferent at all, how can you not listen to the desire for warmth.

Hypocritical packaging of benevolent country,Excessive this fantasy is typed these words while listening and watching,Haha is two sounds for you who don't appreciate it.,Hmph,Life that doesn't understand the amorous feelings.,It's me.,A kind of drag.,A happy Pegasus.,A kind of rain that spits out quickly.,People are extremely god-only.,God is extremely human.,She's smiling so happy.,There's a loneliness that blends with water and milk.,A smile in the sky.,Smile charming.,Laughing in the world and deceiving the world.。