Loneliness makes me so beautiful.

Approaching the awkward age of retirement, I lost my job.

I don't know why? Inside, there will always be a kind of indescribable loneliness and loneliness, attacking me like a flood. Maybe it's an accident, maybe it's a call in the dark. As a result, I have a bond with words. It is the words that lead me to the vast hall of literature, let me in this undulating sea, appreciate all kinds of customs of the world, see the infinite scenery between heaven and earth.

Whenever the hustle and bustle of the day is far away, whenever the night is full of twinkling stars, my heart, like a Nighthawk, begins to rush to the high sky, singing freely in the atmosphere and soaring. My thoughts are like a stream, unwilling to restrain their tracks. I sing, I am sad, I seek, I desire. Everything about me, will be in my words, flying and surging, dancing passionately.

Gently touch those sometimes pleasant, sometimes sentimental, reverie words, there are always some things that touch the heart will make people ponder and feel. Sigh, the light and shadow of youth has passed, fortunately, I am bound by words. Because of my obsession with words, I often use it to pass the time when I am lonely. And this persistence comes from the feeling and love of life. My mind is boiling hot. Although my words seem childish, simple, and even at a loss. But it was a heartfelt voice.

I want to thank loneliness, which makes me so beautiful.

Because only in lonely days, I can calm down, slowly taste the taste of those who seem to be sad, gently comb those thoughts that seem to be sad, or quietly appreciate the faint sadness; because loneliness gives me a calm state of mind. It also gives me enough time and space to taste life, to understand the unswerving truth, to listen to the meeting of the heart. Reading and appreciation of American articles

I like words because I am afraid of loneliness. I also like writing, because I enjoy loneliness. Whenever loneliness comes, only words and thoughts can accompany me. It is like my friend, more like my lover, only it can read my heart. I like to record my mood with words. It is loneliness and loneliness that make me learn to talk with words. I often want to combine the withered words into beautiful pictures, let it depict the lines of memory, and let the shallow colors fly out of the beauty of dreams.

Words are a part of my life, my joys and sorrows, love and hate, all rise and fall in this river. This process of writing or confiding is also a process of mood release.

I like the dream-like color, small words to release my dream. The other side of the dream is swaying gorgeous colors, let me chase, let me daydream

Write mood words, book leaping poems, find the mental process. Become a boat of my spirit, become the double oars of my soul. Thank you for loneliness, because loneliness makes me bond with words.

Loneliness makes me so beautiful.