Think more and think better, and learn to write from the perspective of argument.

There are too many joys and sorrows in life. They are like stones left by the sea in the ocean of memory, more like blue crystals in our hearts, bearing our dreams and hopes. When you are confused or disappointed, you will always slow down and do something you like to calm your heart and make your dreams come true.

During the day, the glitz of the city is rendered incisively and vividly, leaving a restless breath in my heart. Irritability bothers me and makes me unable to breathe. Only when I hold the book will I find the original track. On a moonlit night, under the dim light, the conversation with a book filled my heart with happiness. I am either happy or worried about the people in the book, and sigh for the beauty and ugliness in the book. There may be too much hypocrisy in the world, but don't be disappointed with life, because there is still such a forgotten corner. It records the most primitive, beautiful and pure reality. Where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, where lacewings are flying, you will find your own paradise there. Holding a roll in the middle of the night, it smells faint, and I enjoy it.

If you are tired and can't smell the residual aftertaste in the air, you will make yourself a cup of green tea. Gently put the tea leaves into the cup and inject new life with boiling water. The tea leaves are spinning gently. It jumps in every drop of water and eventually falls, because it is a perfect combination of tea and water. I picked up the cup and took a sip gently, and the fragrance would seep into my heart and spleen from my mouth. Different teas have different tastes, either bitter or sweet, but they give me the same touch and happiness. Tea makes me awake, and tea makes me intoxicated. Tea at dusk is fragrant and refreshing, so enjoy it.

When I am lonely, I will look up at the sky, look at the clouds in the blue sky and find my own appearance. I can't see everyone's face clearly, but I can see the sadness and joy of the clouds. The world in the sky is clear and transparent, full of poetry and painting, smeared with youthful dreams. Looking forward to every cloudy day, sitting in front of the window, watching the flowers fall in bloom, the clouds roll and the clouds are comfortable, and the literati look for the answer to life from the clouds. I like watching clouds. Although they are floating, I still pursue them persistently, because I firmly believe that life will be beautiful and the sunshine will be warm. Look up at the clouds, soft and ethereal, and enjoy it.

I will encounter a lot of unhappiness, but every time I do something I like, I will find a familiar feeling, because I used to enjoy it.