The elegant bamboos in Xiling are soft and beautiful, and the lonely blue and white jade paper is fragrant prose.

God loves me so much that I met the talented and talented Xiling Yazhu in December last year. If you love words, I dare say that you will sincerely appreciate them regardless of whether you are a man or a woman. Yazhu interprets the natural sounds of beautiful souls, and you will be intoxicated and never know where to go. With her graceful and tender personality, as a woman, you will not be jealous, but will only admire and look up to her with admiration!

Xiling Yazhu, a rare talent on the Internet, a wonderful flower blooming beautifully on the Internet! He published his first novel at the age of sixteen and has continued to write since then. On this month, September 10th, we have achieved great results. Please read what she said today: "The book "Lonely Blue and White" has been printed and published. From Beijing to Jiangxi, because it was not express delivery, but a super slow train luggage consignment, I also faced difficulties during the transportation over thousands of mountains and rivers. My heart is filled with deep love for my many friends... My dear, I will bear in mind your true feelings, and your concern is my warmest home. Once the book arrives, I will deliver it as soon as possible with my gratitude..."

The years are quiet, and this world is peaceful. In today's stable world, the era of "a woman's lack of talent is a virtue" has long passed. Today's women can only be convinced by having both political integrity and talent! "Filial piety comes first among all good deeds" is also a traditional virtue both at home and abroad. In her article "Eternal Silence" in memory of her husband's father, she plainly wrote, "A crow has the obligation to feed back, and a sheep has the obligation to kneel down to breastfeed. No matter whether a person is ordinary or noble, he should accompany his parents when they need them. This is every day. The obligations that a child should fulfill. Busyness, life and financial pressure, rush of time and space barrier, these reasons that we think are very sufficient, seem so insignificant in the face of family love and responsibility."

"Human beings are not like vegetation, so how can we be ruthless?" Men and women who love words are especially affectionate and romantic. Yazhu, who has a beautiful heart, wrote this: "Love only happens once, but friendship can last forever. It is a stop in our journey through the four seasons.

If you are not destined, choose a kind that is deeper than strangers and more beautiful than strangers. Love is a weaker emotion,

If one day I fall in love with someone's talent and writing,

I will quietly and quietly live in love. Next door..." Bingxue is smart and knows that she can't hurt someone who can't give her warmth.

Yazhu, a short novel with refined and soft writing style, "Legend, I Fall in Love with You". A description that goes straight to the depths of the soul: "Legend, I fell in love with you."

She affirmed and denied herself countless times in her heart.

Every year in early summer, she had to stand In the small window, I miss the legendary stories and the flourishing crabapple tree in the yard.

"Do you know why crabapples have no fragrance? It was secretly in love, and it was afraid that people would find out its feelings, so it gave up the incense. Ai Ling shouldn't hate it..."

She murmured, and in front of the sunset window, a woman in plain clothes holding a cup of coffee read his name a thousand times between her lips.

So poignant, tear-jerking, and deeply touching. The wind blows, the rain blows; the friendship blows, and the oath blows. Time, at this moment, seems to stand still. It turns out that love is forever. Endless singing - a song with few words, but concise; love without fruit, but deep love!

Yazhu, she wrote in the article "Blue Flower, So Cold" "I still remember Phi. When I was putting on my wedding dress, I said to my sister in full dress: "Let's not cry when we get married, so as not to mess up my appearance." 'Actually, I wanted my father to watch me travel away calmly. My father greeted the guests with a smile on his face, and I couldn't tell how sad he was about leaving his little daughter. When I got into the wedding car and looked back at the low bungalow, it was already my parents’ home that I couldn’t get out of my dream. I wander around looking for my father's shadow. But under the corner of the eaves, I found a father with his back turned, his shoulders trembling into a lonely arc..." The truly emotional words are always gripping and empathetic. The father's daughter's marriage, on the one hand, is the heartache of the separation between father and daughter. On the other hand, she is worried about her daughter’s future happiness!

Yazhu’s self-improvement during the period of lack of maternal love is commendable. Maybe a very small number of readers would say that people who write words are fictitious, but have you ever thought about it, who would. Writing about a sad childhood, it was a carefree childhood when a young man didn’t know what it was like to be sad! Yazhu wrote: "My father only had two children, my sister and me. My mother married her father after her husband died. Leaving me who was still studying, I took my half-brother back to my hometown. After my sister got married, my father also retired. In the small house, my father and I often sat opposite each other at the dinner table, with tears in our eyes from the previous night. You looked at me, and I looked at you. The distant sails and distant views were in the deepest heart. Pearls bloom in the eyes. In life, some warmth is due, such as that given by relatives; some warmth is extra-normal, such as that given by a lover. When the extra warmth turns to ice, it doesn't make me feel any better, because it is extra warmth in the first place. When the extra warmth disappears, what is left is a void that cannot be filled. After my mother left, there was a gap in family ties for ten years, and the rugged mountain roads of more than ten miles were my father’s dream to feed me with every meal and vegetables. When I cried and said that I had no shoes to wear, my father told me that there are still people who don’t have feet. When I showed my father the "tofu cubes" that smelled like ink, he couldn't read the words, but he read them carefully under the lamp while wearing reading glasses.

Every week when I go back to school, he carefully prepares a week's worth of meals for me and sends me walking across the mountain in front of my door. He stands in the setting sun until my thin figure is no longer visible... No one smiles when they see me. I would slightly raise the corners of my lips; no one, seeing me frowning, would want to do it for me. This person is only the father.

"Who wouldn't shed tears after reading this sincere text!

Everything in life is satisfactory? Weakness does not necessarily mean that you will not be lonely! The blue and white of the elegant bamboo is not lonely, it is an elegant soaring flower that never fades! < /p>