Notebook is my good friend and partner. It's not enough to see the wonderful parts in the book, so you have to record them. Recording it on paper is equivalent to rereading it, even more carefully and more rewarding than the first time. Although I can't write such a classic sentence now, I will patiently read it and recite it every day. In the future, an idea will always flash across my mind and a golden sentence will appear. Reading and copying notes over and over again is my happiest experience.
I'm so happy to have such a place-a notebook, which I can write down and read at any time. This silent friend is with me to protect me, whether I am happy or sad, whether I am upset or heart failure, it is always there. We * * * were born in a recent visit and walked hand in hand through the faint dark tunnel. Whenever I lose patience and direction, it is a bright spot in the distance. When I open the door of the dark tunnel, the sun shines instantly, making the world bright and my heart clear. I started my next happy and beautiful journey.
The notebook has reached the last page, and the task is temporarily over. There is no space for me to record again. I put my mood into it and write with emotion. Under its constant comfort, I didn't get lost or depressed, and I became my true self.
Here, I explore different beauty. What I see is the inner world of different characters, vivid descriptions of different landscapes and different feelings about life. Relaxed and cheerful philosophy, daily short sentences and short poems, like a breeze blowing in my heart, walk leisurely between heaven and earth, carefree.
Here, record my joys and sorrows. It is an unknown listener who keeps his promise tirelessly. It's God, who has heard countless inexplicable nonsense, unspeakable whispers and unspeakable love words. With my love overture, youthful songs, housework and inner anguish. After I confided, I smiled like sunshine and rain, watching the late spring and autumn nights, the sunset of mountains and the spring water plunge into the torrent of life without trace and continue to flutter.
Here, I can walk. The beautiful words recorded are all emotional * * * * words, which can be read and recalled repeatedly, just like a holy flower, and every word is full of affection. Seeing the words like a face is kind, waking up like a sobering, drinking dew like a drunk, and falling like a dream.
Here, it is an emotional hut, a shelter from the wind, and a spiritual hut.
Here, it covers the prosperity outside, blocks all the complexity, and makes the heart dull and quiet.
I gave my time and my love.
Between black and white, full of fun. Sometimes lively, full of black words, full of white paper without borders; Sometimes it is loose, leaving a big blank on the paper, as if waiting for an auspicious moment, and the beautiful woman keeps her promise and writes freely.
Handwriting, or untidy, like clouds flying; Or regular and stylish, obedient as a modest gentleman; Or the paper is as crisp and neat as a knight.
Pen and ink, full of anxiety and hesitation, also bring out emotions and states. Going back and forth in and out, I don't know how many words have been written in the book and how many lines have been drawn. Write happy long sentences and fill beautiful sentences. A string of exquisite words is an auspicious feather in the depths of time.
Notebooks with words have life and strength. The smell of ink floated into my heart. The heart flies, the words are rhythmic, and the songs are recited. Wonderful, silent, but better than nature. When it is light, it is heavy.
Notebook, shelter from the wind and rain. Heart, it's quiet and safe here from now on.