In the ordinary life, my mind is particularly simple. Apart from loneliness and loneliness, the rest is related to calligraphy and writing. Yes, my heart looks very calm when others are busy building nests or making money for themselves, such as the starry night sky and the deep blue in the valley. The reason why I didn’t move is not because my family is solid, nor because I have broken the world of mortals, but because of my temperament and belief.. Hand in hand with words, my heart is like waves, willing to embrace the blue sea area and the blue sky and white clouds above the sea area for my dream.     For a long time, in my heart, I have always adhered to the idea of being the best and the most true myself.. No matter how sudden this world is, don’t let me follow suit and drift away from myself. At this point, van Gogh is undoubtedly my spiritual example. To be a catcher in the wheat field, hand in hand with the words, to fight with the fragrance of books, to make life as faithful as a sunflower, and to spit out the fragrance of flowers for the land that gave birth to me and raised me at the foot..     I still know that I have lost a lot of life, including fame and money, by doing so.. But I don’t regret it, because I know that there is only one chance for life to come into this world, and this opportunity is not given by others, but is obtained through my own efforts and practices or through screening in my life.. To cherish oneself is to give life sunshine, air and wind chimes and reveries. Van Gogh, Green, Shelley, Ji Kang, Lu Xun, Lu Yao and others are all red children in life, making pilgrimages for their own spirit. Van Gogh, in particular, has tasted suffering without regret. Brush has become the theme of his life and spiritual food. I would like to believe that painting in his heart is like writing. When he paints the result he wants, his heart must be like a spray, bright and complacent..     Perhaps it is because of this that my initial heart remains unchanged for 30 years. Hand in hand with words is like waves, which can be said to be my purest feeling from the bottom of my heart. Frankly speaking, words are like a garden in my heart. It is spring-like all the year round, with plants and flowers rushing to open, green, fat, red and thin, layers of trees dyed, like poems and paintings, flowing and static beauty is gentle and graceful here, making people beautiful and dreamy.. I like this kind of scenery. Compared with the floating clouds in the world, it is just like heaven and earth.     My life likes to stay here. I have passed away by accident and watched her passing back. My heart rolls like waves in the night, under the starry sky and in the window fence.. Think of the time and years of floating and flying. My heart and my spirit are like clear pictures. They only frown but come to mind.. How many days and nights, I sleep with my words resting on my pillow, and I see myself turning into a spray chasing the sunset sky in my dream. thoughtfully, the flying reed flocs on the shore are like rhymes, lighting up the light of life for me in the breeze. Every time it sways, it is a compliment to my soul’s acquiescence and spiritual conversion! But I don’t seem to be so satisfied with the status quo. Tears in my eyes vent the secrets of my heart.!     I dare not say that I have joined hands with words over the years, burning smoke and boiling words makes life like a hedge for picking chrysanthemum, but I absolutely dare say that my heart is like a spray, happy with its own happiness and chasing its own pursuit.. Yes, the sound from the paper makes me willing to dump life and pay all of it, whether it be energy or physical strength or intelligence. Especially the extensive and profound Chinese culture, the eight classics of Tang and Song Dynasties alone are enough to make me be elated and dance lightly.! The words of Zeng Di – sheng and Wang Yang – ming, two great Confucians, can be said to be words of pearls and pearls, with wonderful strokes and flowers. With such words hand in hand, the heart is not as good as the waves. What else can it be! It is better to die with patience than to live for profit, and to integrate knowledge with practice.. It is a blessing for life to read such words. What is more worth mentioning is the words of Mr. nan huaijin, the master of Chinese studies, who is the matchmaker of Wang Gu’s talks, whether it be hundred schools of thought or history or traditional culture, in his works, such as a wisp of clear spring, which is clear to the bottom.! With such words hand in hand, how can you not make the heart like waves, high and low!     Some people say that words are like people or words are like people, whether they belong to words or words, one thing is clear in my heart, that is, to join hands with words and feel like waves. Yes, according to the experience or feeling of hand-in-hand with words over the years, the really good words, like music epic, make life can’t help singing, like talking, make life in an orderly and leisurely manner..     Yes, everything is floating clouds and dust, especially material, fame and position. When life hand in hand with words, my wish is to make a spray and move towards the other shore. I still know that to be a spray in the waters is not just as simple, not to be held hostage and not to be submerged. Besides sticking to oneself, I still have the determination and calm to die with patience rather than to live for profit.. Only in this way can the waves of life like holy reed flocs raise their haughty heads and look out into the distance!