How to write a literary manuscript or composition with the theme of morning light? Are there any examples? Urgent need! Thanks.

For a while, I was writing about mountains and rivers in Chenxi Prairie. When I opened my email, I saw several messages from my friends, joking about that person who likes Qingqing and me all the time. After modification, are all the tender words given to the lovers around you?

When I saw such messages from friends on the Internet, a warm smile appeared on my face. It turned out that it felt so good to have someone caring about me.

I suddenly remembered that you had also left a message in my mailbox, and we had made an appointment to talk in depth. Last time you said you wanted to see my smile. And I am really smiling, but have you seen my smile? The smiley face symbol is easy to type, but can you understand its meaning?

I once said that I travel to various corners of the Internet, like the night wind, gentle, silent, invisible, melancholy and peaceful. At that time, I didn’t know that I would stay in a forum for such a long time, so I chatted with you happily, but I didn’t know in my heart whether you would have the opportunity to see the words I wrote in the future. At that time Suddenly I have a feeling that it is really the biggest regret if you can't see it. I don’t know why, but I have a feeling of looking forward to getting to know you.

Now I am sitting in front of the computer again, tapping the keyboard gently, and an almost familiar nostalgia comes to mind. As a kind of beauty in the sense of my heart, writing about friends I have made online like you has become a habit of my online composition.

Life is neither long nor short. It seems that we have not experienced much together. Many of our conversations are no longer remembered because we have not saved them. Although we thought they were such wonderful conversations at the time I will never forget it in my life. I only vaguely remember the feeling of relaxation and happiness when I chatted with you.

I never thought about keeping your name in my heart, but every time I see someone writing poetry on the website, I will think of you. Your poetry is always so excellent, you are like this And it has always existed.

The current website has removed many posts due to some database requirements. But I have copied your posts before, so I can still see them. Every time I read your posts, I feel that they are really different in age and personality from you. I feel a warm smile on my face. rise.

Do you still remember the first words we said after adding friendship to each other? I said, "Your article is very consistent with your age and identity!" And you said exactly the same thing and sent it over. I said I said it first, but when I looked at the record, it was you who said it first, a second too early. I was a little shocked by such a fate, it was really amazing. So I had a great time chatting with you for the first time. I think this coincidental first sentence played a big role in making us familiar with each other unconsciously.

Of course, there are unexpected encounters on the Internet every day, and there are also partings that are reluctant to say goodbye at any time. But after having several wonderful conversations with you, I suddenly can no longer find you on the website or TV. It is really painful for me.

Because I have no wisdom, I don’t dare to talk lightly about Buddhism, but I really want to talk to you about Buddhism. Where does your indifference and detachment come from? But even the Buddha has his concerns.

Where should you be tonight? I haven’t written for a long time, but I started writing again yesterday, writing about my real-life friends and you. Use the same style of writing and the same warmth.

Suddenly, I was smiling again.

Without any reason, I know that no matter where you are tonight, you will still think of me and smile at my words as usual tonight.

Can you really still read my words and smile as before?

I met three children on the road, all about six or seven years old. Children in the countryside always look at strangers quietly with a very shy smile. Photographer A Ming took photos of the three children: the little boy standing in the middle showed his white teeth and smiled silently; the sister next to him had curly short ear-length hair and placed both hands very carefully. Behind him, there is obvious joy in the smile; the sister with a small round face smiles brightly and shyly, the muscles on both sides of the red face are lifted up from the corners of the mouth, and she is very careful not to expose her teeth. This is the most innocent smile in the world, but due to age and environment, it shows the most unnatural nature in front of strangers. I have seen many children's smiles, but none as touching as that little girl's smile. That kind of beauty comes from the purest countryside and the original ecology of life. So I tried not using a camera, but using a memory crystal to store it.

"One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four, three, two, three, four..." In front of the central primary school teaching building, from a distance, I saw six children doing aerobics. There is no music, no audience, no mirrors and other facilities and equipment. Quietly, only the sound of shouting commands and correcting wrong actions can be heard. Four hours later, I finally couldn't help but approach the six little girls who were concentrating on learning aerobics again. They all wore very simple clothes, and some of them wore clothes that were a little short and narrow, and their navels were exposed when they danced. Those clothes were probably worn by their elder sisters and left for them to wear because they didn't fit.

In a secluded corner, time passed quietly. They swung their arms, jumped and turned, and their movements began to fail to keep up with the rhythm of the command. The sweat on their foreheads continued to flow down their dark but flushed cheeks, and they looked like they were panting. Unstoppable fatigue. But no one stopped, no one shouted "tired", no one complained. Those children learned the moves that took others a week or two to master in just over four hours. They are indeed rare "little dancing stars". On the last night before we left, they added a different flavor to the party with their smiles and dances. Who would believe that those dirty little feet can also dance bright and eye-catching dance steps, and can have their own splendor like children in the city, and they are no less good.

There was constant music outside the door, and the villagers gathered in a torrent. Through the dense and crowded crowd, I could only hear: "Children, tell your sister, what song can you sing?" The volunteer with a big speaker in his hand The person smiled warmly and asked the children who had gathered in several circles. They each raised their heads and looked at the big speaker and the accordion with fresh eyes. Someone among the volunteers suggested singing "Catching Loaches", but there were not many children who could sing. I could only hear a volunteer singing hard into a loudspeaker, and the tunes from the accordion. Then someone shouted "Let's swing the oars" again. Who knew that as soon as the show started, the whole audience was in a state of "D". The children raised their heads with blank expressions. This is really nerve-wracking! "Children, what song can you sing? Can you sing a line or two for your sister?" The children talked in a flurry, and the scene was chaotic. Suddenly, a 5-year-old boy standing in front of the loudspeaker sang: "Honey, you fly slowly..." Before he finished singing, all the children in the audience sang along in unison, and the atmosphere suddenly reached its peak. We looked at each other, then smiled and started singing along with the accordion. The singing echoed melodiously in front of the Central Primary School. More and more children participated, and more and more adults stopped to watch. We led them to sing many popular songs, such as "Mouse Loves Rice", "Childhood", "A Thousand Reasons to Be Sad", etc. Even in areas with underdeveloped information, rural children will follow the trend and have the desire to communicate and connect with the outside world. Their own desires for happiness also exist clearly and without reason.

Every time, when I approach those children, I always feel a kind of purity far away from the hustle and bustle, a kind of angelic flying posture, a kind of tranquility coming from the mountains and forests.

I know that the most beautiful morning light will always be in the most remote corner, waiting to bloom into a bright light...