A woman who likes writing (original)

? It is spring again. This season seems to belong only to women. Take off the bloated winter clothes, fly in the warm sunshine like a light bird, kiss a flower and dance with a butterfly, showing the beauty and agility belonging to women.

I am a woman, and I look around with a woman's eyes. I am a woman who loves writing, and I feel the world with the sensitivity of a woman who loves writing. Everything is in my sight.

The Internet keeps the horizon close at hand. I am trapped in the loneliness of network manufacturing, talking to the world. They are active in my field of vision, but I seldom interact with them. I imagine them in private. Like me, they are a group of women who like to write.

Swallow, you can imagine what a lovely woman this is from the name. The first time I met her was at the award ceremony organized by Hebei Prose Society last year. Her flowing shawl long hair, smoky cotton dress, a pair of chic embroidered booties, and the telephoto camera she often holds in her hand all look like a woman coming out of illustrations in fashion magazines. Such a woman has thorns as sharp as roses, I think. I am an introvert. If there is no reason, even celebrities will not take the initiative to get to know him. Therefore, during the three days of awarding prizes, I didn't deliberately approach her, but our faces were absolutely familiar. I fell behind because I was obsessed with the beautiful scenery different from everyday life. At this moment, I found her. She is snapping a antique wooden window, crouching sideways, vertically and backwards, just like a professional photographer. Inadvertently, I broke into her territory, and she shouted, "Beauty, beauty, turn back!" " "I subconsciously turned around and was' clicked' by her, leaving a photo of MengMeng smiling, which became a classic commemoration of my tour. Walking and shooting, shooting and chatting, talking and laughing, we met.

She writes both prose and poetry, and her poetry is perfect. In a beautiful country, she stood in a warm spring day with a little goat with a black head and a white body. Her gentle eyes are like holding a child born in October, and the lamb lies meekly in her arms. It was like a mother and daughter reunited after a long separation. Such a scene presents a high degree of harmony between man and nature. On such occasions, everyone has a pair of long tentacles, and there is no shortage of discovery. Someone left this eternal moment with a camera, and soon, this photo spread in the circle. I quietly wrote some poems for this photo: in nature/you treat a sheep with maternal tenderness/treat all living things/you give back to the land under your feet/the people you love with the poet's spirituality. She has also become a striking woman at this award and collection meeting.

After leaving, I have been reading her new articles in the circle of friends, constantly seeing the news that her articles won prizes, and also learning something about her. She loves traveling, perhaps because she travels a lot, and her articles are very extensive. Occasionally, in her spare time, she planted all the bottles and jars she could find at home with hydroponic garlic seedlings. It was not until five pots were multiplied into more than a dozen pots that she fried these personally planted green plants with three or two eggs. She has a daughter and a dog named "Guoguo" with the same name as her daughter. In this way, after the daughter goes to college, she can still eat "fruit". She shot quickly and wrote an article in a few days, which was short and pithy, rippling with the breath of spring, much like her personality, sensibility and casualness. She loves beauty and dresses very chic. She can also wear her own charm on clothes that are not suitable for middle-aged women in national style series, Tang suit series and even Mori girl style series. I was so greedy that I tried to change my previous image that I only liked to wear suits and other formal clothes. She started publishing when she was a teenager. She has her own creative ideas. She works as a contract writer on a platform. Not everyone can learn from such a delicate woman. Such a woman can't want to be unknown. She was selected into the talent pool of young and middle-aged literature in the province, and won the honorary title of "talented actress" in the Chinese Valentine's Day of the province with a thick stack of works and creative honorary certificates accumulated over the years.

Such a woman is not a special case among my literary friends. They have their own merits, but they have something in common, that is, they love literature, love others and love colorful life.

? Xiao Fang, the village girl in the song that has been sung for a long time, is talking about her! She thinks so, too. Even her nickname is "Xiao Fang in the village". Anyone who can see her knows that sometimes feelings can lie. She shines with an intellectual brilliance, which seems to have nothing to do with land and wildness. I met her at a small-scale party in the province. The organizers invited writers from all cities and counties in the province. As a student, I approached them with a learning attitude and realized that they were indeed an extraordinary group of women. The first thing that attracted me was the smile of the woman named Xiao Fang. Wherever I go, I can always hear her say "Jiao Cha Ying Tea" and her innocent laughter. This is a temporary group. Everyone is in the "Hebei Prose" group, and their names are familiar, but when they meet for the first time, they still feel strange. She was born in the 1960s. She is a big sister in this team, but she jumps in front of the team like a deer and wanders under trees and flowers like a girl. In front of the statue, no matter what, people can't believe that she is nearly sixty years old, and a child related to her has called her "grandma". Therefore, I would like to believe that writing can delay aging and make people full of vitality.

She retired from a certain unit, worked as an editor in a famous magazine in this province, and dealt with words every day, intoxicated with the wonderful world endowed by words, which made her have a youthful appearance. From the appearance, bright and clean skin, big clean eyes and tall and straight figure, where is it like a person who is nearly sixty years old? I've always only been willing to call my sister to my cell sister, but I'm willing to call her. . I call her "Sister" and she calls me "Sister". During the days of traveling, my sister's clothes were different every day, beautiful and decent. I asked her how to wear it, and my sister taught me what color to match and what coat to match with what skirt. I accepted it gladly. On one occasion, my sister wore a red dress with a black silk scarf floating on her chest, which was very appropriate. I humbly ask for advice on the beauty of this collocation. My sister told me that the red one is lit and needs to be pressed with black. Only then did I realize that the cold word "pressure" can still be used in clothing collocation.

Sister is like a little girl. Facing a flower she has never seen before, she will exclaim; She will be intoxicated when she sees a beautiful place that she has only seen in paintings. She will also greet people with exaggeration, leave a peach-blossom smile in the group photo, and hold out scissors for people to take a quick shot. In the circle, you can often see all kinds of beautifully shaped breakfasts made by her. Sometimes a bird made of cucumber and bread lies on the plate, and sometimes a flowering tree made of carrots and celery leaves stands upright on the plate, let alone eat. Just looking at it is appetizing! In front of her, I no longer taboo the word "old", and I no longer carefully care for the blx produced by age. It turns out that "old" can be so confident and so delicate.

? Such a woman should never think that she only enjoys life. My sister's articles are gentle, concise and heavy, published in major authoritative publications, and were studied as model essays by beginners, and once boarded the provincial prose list. Top ten! Not simple, not simple! But my sister has always been modest. When others praise her face to face, she will bow her head shyly, which goes against her usual cheerful personality. My sister's editing level is also quite good, which makes this publication very popular among peers.

? A woman who likes writing always has a poetic feeling with her, no matter how bad the situation is; Women who like writing are elegant and quiet, and the creeping breath always flows inadvertently in their works, making everyone who reads this passage feel happy and warm; The heart of a woman who likes writing is sensitive and fragile, but the pain aroused by it is always hidden in her heart and collapses into sad words. Really, a woman who likes writing is a beautiful and rich garden, both in appearance and heart, which makes people linger. Fortunately, they are right beside me.