After walking so far and thinking so much, I found that only words can make me completely forget my troubles and stay out of it.
In the paradise of words, I am myself, I can really hear my voice, my breath, my heartbeat and my heart language.
No matter how tired, no matter how worried, only words can make my strong heart weak in an instant, and I feel so distressed that I have to flow out of a vast ocean.
I am used to healing with words. In the world of words, I am clear myself. I can cry, laugh, do whatever I want, and do whatever I want. I am pure like a child, showing the most real feeling. I don't care about anyone's eyes, and I can't hear any criticism and irony.
Pure, someone once used this word to describe himself. Like is like, hate is hate, always clear love and hate, without any exaggeration, vanity, flattery, like simple and non cumbersome things, I hope everything can be simple and pure. Pure, of course, there will be some stubbornness, the decision will not change, nor regret. I think this is also a character trait brought to me by words. But now I am fascinated by trifles and gradually lose myself. I can not go in the unexpected, vain, so can your inner be better?
People who like writing have a gentle heart, careful mind, can understand other people's thoughts and be considerate. But tenderness does not mean cowardice. What you insist on never gives up, and you will fight back coldly if you are bullied. Go your own way without interference from others.
I hope to go as far as possible on the road of dreams, and adhere to the true simplicity in the words.
Accompanied by words, never lonely.