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在写作的日子里,每一天,都是人间的四月天。停驻在眼里的风景,顺着缓缓流淌的文字,汇成了永远。我似如天空里的一片云,停驻在你们的目光里,如影随形。让记忆自然地留下,记在文字里,或刻在心尖上,随时准备偶然的相遇。让心降落,追寻着沉淀在岁月中的每一个动容瞬息,随记忆谱一曲光阴的歌,在文字里留一段不灭的情。真情便得真知,作文亦如做人。每每与文字交集时,就把心降落在你想停驻的地方,与真正的自己,不期而遇。继而那些溢着真诚的或浓烈或淡泊,或激昂,或质朴的文字,便渐渐地,顺着心底流淌的情愫,融进了我的梦里,我的心里,我的写作里。我是一个作者,享受着在作文时任思绪蔓延的感觉,似如透过迷蒙烟
In the writing day, every day is the April day on earth. Parked in the eyes of the landscape, along the slowly flowing text, sink into the forever. I like a cloud in the sky, parked in your eyes, go hand in hand. Let the memory naturally left, recorded in the text, or carved in the apex, ready to meet by chance. Let the heart of the land, the pursuit of precipitation in the years of every moving moment, with the memory spectrum of a song, leaving an indelible love in the text. The truth will have to know the truth, the composition is like a man. Whenever you want to cross the text, drop your heart where you want to park, and meet the real one. And then those who overflow with sincere or strong or indifferent, or passionate, or simple language, gradually, along the bottom of my heart love, into my dream, my heart, my writing. I am an author enjoying the feeling of spreading my thoughts when I am writing,