The warmth at my fingertips Essay Less than 600 Words

I used to have a group of friends: a group of friends who loved to watch cartoons; a group of friends who talked all day long; a group of friends who loved to create literature; a group of friends who had never met each other; a group of friends who felt unreal in other people's eyes, but were the most real of all.

But that was only once. It wasn't that they abandoned me, it was that I left them, and at the same time I put down the pen with which I created.

I don't remember the last time I wrote something that contained real emotion; I only remember that it had been a long time since I had picked up that long-lost pen.

I don't deny that I used to copy essays. Every time I face the weekly diary, the heart is always inexplicably irritable, not will not write, but do not want to write. Just because the heart always feel that there is something missing, the pen is picked up and put down again and again.

Although it has been more than 1 year, but the heart always can not forget them, picked up the pen also because they were put down, I am not very stupid? I always miss the beauty of the past, thus missing the most beautiful scenery in front of me.

I clearly remember that night, a person told me: "The past is very beautiful, but you can not stay in the past, not to mention the stagnation. Open your eyes and look at the scenery around you, and you will realize that the most beautiful scenery has always been around you, only that you have been looking back at the past and thus ignored them."

I thank him for waking up the dreamer with a single word; I thank him for taking me out of my memories; I thank him for letting me pick up the writing pen again.

When I picked up my pen again, a warmth seeped into my heart, a feeling that I had been missing.

It turned out that the feeling I had been looking for had been ignored ......

Putting down the pen, the warmth of the pen still lingered in my fingertips.