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You're lucky

A writer of emotion



Born in remote rural areas, in the life very difficult days, who will spend money to buy books, and to know several characters of the fathers, to feed a family of eight or nine, how much hard and sweat, only they wear thick calluses know. But, fortunately we have a later moved to the good neighbor, was a blacksmith. He attached great importance to the education of their children, so, his home in many books, is also very rich, from comic books to the famous Chinese and foreign, table, chest, the Kang is scattered books. In his home you want to read a book, how can look, lying in bed, looking for novels. To find a small bench to sit and watch, for comic books. Standing, read a book, look at the Tang song. Of course, this is my personal experience and ideas, may have a try.

Also that I have the opportunity to contact these books, in travel in the ocean of knowledge, know the world, know the universe wide, know all corners of the country, high mountains. Know the seven continents, four oceans, polar has not and snow and the extinction of the dinosaurs die young. Know the one hundred thousand why, why the doctrine of Confucius and Mencius, could not resist the Japanese foreign powers. Know the four great inventions of the four ancient civilizations, which is not in the long river of history there, you Changba his debut. A symbol of war in ancient China bow and spear, history is with countless bones and blood and tears ", now in the primitive civilization is blooming. Know the poetry of Tang and song, Tagore, Hugo, Pushkin, and the ancient Rome high walls.

How much heart, there are many big dreams, see more, know more, also know a pen to write the life of the passions, grief at separation and joy in union. Also know that use poetry to express the inner anguish and depression, tenacity and imagination. Got to know, what is a writer, starry starry night, the lamp with ink depicting the thirst for the future. Describe the parents simple honest personality, suffering and plough pressure without bending arms, drinking liquor is the whistling of the north wind, singing the rough and stubborn man in the north.

When the writing is a pen, a paper, a kerosene lamp, and often still lying in bed, although simple but in the confusion, that kind of happiness, the kind of longing, that melancholy, that kind of work, not only enriched my life, warm my heart was less. Grow up to live, I alone out of the familiar mountains, river, horses and stepped on the path, and flower covered hillside. Also had the very long time put down the pen, the day to live better and rush about everywhere, when I see the rusty pen I accidentally, quietly in the desk, writing paper has yellowed, quietly lying in the corner. A sour into the heart, the refrigerator color TV with the house, but no place to put a small desk.

Now people are living a good, not anxious eats is not anxious to drink, many people use the computer, will only use the keyboard, and pen does not know how to write text, even I climb over the years lattice, also make the inertia of the keyboard, I stayed with my pen, but also a house to let me recall the past. In addition to the signature, few people use it to write the story of love and hate, freely flowing style of writing prose and poetry.

I was in the city noise and the noise, to find "fun, the keyboard is still jumping with the beautiful memories, and memorable life, has played a Haoge now. In the work of the leisure, just ask the hard, there is no harvest. "Maybe is my this present life, never give up the pleasure, only crawl in the text of the world, I will live a richer and livelier.
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