Paper has a white face and snow-white skin. It feels like waves on a calm lake, cool and smooth. When it is blown by the wind, such as the sound of a stream rushing to the sea, it is so crisp, so decisive, so soft, and it will feel so comfortable to paddle gently on it.
Once upon a time, I thought paper was not worthy of praise, but from today on, I know that paper is so precious that you will find it boring when you see it, because you have never appreciated it directly. There are thousands of words on the back of it, but you don't know that there have been countless gorgeous pictures, and you don't know that he has never left you. Use it to practice calligraphy when you are literate, and use it to draw when you are happy; When you are upset, use it to vent your anger. Why did you leave it? Paper is your best friend. You can talk to it, but it can't talk to you. Its greatest wish is that you can cherish, but you don't.
Paper, you are so good, so tolerant, so strong, so brave, so kind, you are really perfect!
This is a blank sheet of paper, a colorless and lifeless paper. There have been countless difficulties, countless wounds, countless compliments, and countless vivid scenes reappeared on it.
A piece of paper can write many words and draw many pictures. If you don't know how to cherish, what will it be? What could it be? It's nothing. As long as you paint it with beautiful rainbows and beautiful things, it will become your bosom friend. When you throw it aside, it will say "goodbye" to you.