The word "thing" is a bit vulgar at first glance, but I can't think of a suitable word to replace it after a long time. It's a bit shameless to use "good words", but it's wrong to use "words". "Articles, chapters, paragraphs, sentences ..." are all inappropriate. I really haven't written that for a long time. The purpose of using these two words is to express that with the growth of age, I have never created any literary works of the right age that I feel meaningful and meaningful.

I have always been paranoid about words. Understand the words you don't know, and don't write or pronounce the wrong words. Seeing or hearing typos in my life always makes me feel uncomfortable for no reason. Writing, for me, is a release. It always makes me feel very comfortable to express one thing in words aimlessly. I am willing to record my heart in words.

Growing up, I always believed that I had an innate talent for writing and writing.

An essay "Akita" in the fifth grade of primary school was appreciated by the teacher as a model essay in front of the whole class, which filled my young mind with vanity and a sense of accomplishment.

Junior high school Chinese teachers insist that we write excerpts, classic quotations from textbooks, good words and sentences from extracurricular reading materials, and even beautiful sentences from composition books. At that time, three excerpts full of famous sayings and sentences brought me full of pride, and there was also a lyric book full of lyrics, which was also treasured at that time.

After entering high school, I volunteered to be a representative of Chinese class with my own ignorance and courage, which made me determined to learn Chinese well and write a good composition from the bottom of my heart, and the accumulation of primary and secondary schools made me perform well in Chinese class. The head teacher of senior high school for three years is a math teacher, but he always asks us to write something, such as the daily plan, the advantages and disadvantages of sleeping at the same table or with other students, my own thoughts and essays, and so on. At that time, because of the heavy study task, I was always outspoken. In retrospect, I really want to respect the wisdom and persistence of Lao Xu, the head teacher, so that I can keep this good habit for three years and accumulate more.

But sometimes good habits are really destroyed by inertia sooner or later. After entering the university, I began to use computers, and the habit of handwriting was ruthlessly abandoned, so I extracted scattered mobile phone notes and screenshots of articles. Those who have been touched by words have gradually become addicted to mobile phone information and video pictures, which is out of control.

What's more, after I join the work, platforms such as Weibo WeChat and Zhihu Douban are the places I must go after work every day. The massive and noisy information on the Internet gradually consumed my appreciation and memory of good words. Over the years, there has been no precipitation, and too much uneven information has been blindly input, which has filled the brain and shortened the time for filtering precipitation, so it has become more and more difficult to output and write words, and many attempts have run aground.

The present state is a state in which nothing can be written. What is it like? When you start writing, you forget the words, your thoughts wander and you have nothing to say.

Those beautiful and charming words I have seen will never be used well. When I see other people's words directly hitting people's hearts, or impassioned, or tearful, or profound, I just look at them with envy, praise them, and sometimes comment on them, and then move on to the next sentence. I have never really asked myself questions, thought, summarized and extrapolated myself, let alone studied methods, summed up experiences, sought laws and formed my own worldview values. So every time I plan to write something, I always run aground in a few words, because there is no center to support an article and no handy argument basis. Everything is just a few words over and over again, so I denied its value and significance in advance, thinking that what I wrote must be rubbish, with no connotation at all, so I simply don't have to continue. Over time, I can't help but feel resistant. As long as you start writing, you will feel that it is not good enough, and you will simply stop writing. So this is the case now. It takes several days for an article to be completed. What you want to express can only be conveyed by these simple words. I don't know how much you can convey.

I betrayed the words I once loved, so she punished me for not having those beautiful inspirations and ideas. Long-term lack of sufficient knowledge reserves makes me feel that I am willing to do more than I can. I am eager to write good works that can surprise everyone. In fact, the ideological level has fallen behind, and I have long realized it. Although we know the problem, it has not been improved for various reasons.

I wrote this article because I accidentally saw a high school classmate's WeChat push in a circle of friends, and was shocked and moved by the next article on WeChat official account. The accumulation of articles year after year shows that he is not like me, and it can be seen that he has never stopped loving words. The interesting youth stories and lovely young men and women in his works are all what we used to be, so infectious, so beautiful, so unforgettable, and I can't help but be encouraged by the memories and happiness that overflow between the lines. I remember in high school, he was also a fan of young artists, and he wrote beautifully in chalk. Whenever you need to write on the blackboard in class, there must be his handwriting. The style of writing is still very good, which may enrich the life experience. Now the words written have more stories of years and traces of growth. This is the state that a person who really loves words should have. And I can only start to reflect on the problem and try to seek change.

I know I still can't write anything that makes the gods cry, but I vaguely found the direction of that road, knowing that it is the right way, and I need the right methods and actions to move forward. No matter what the future holds, at least, at the moment you read this article, I have taken the first step. The future will not be too far away. We will be accompanied by words all the way, sharing flowers and birds, sharing rain, dew, lightning and wind power. We must use language to convey warmth and happiness.