Newcomer punch card: let her land

Addicted to words since childhood, buried in books can forget all reality.
When I grow up, I find that it is happiness to have such a peach blossom garden, but the existence of the peach blossom garden is often to avoid the world.

I spend most of my life writing for a living,
Can write what his, her, its(?), its(???) vision approves,
Only I can't define what the "good" in my heart has become.

I gradually stopped believing that writing could be exchanged for a sincere gaze.

So write.
because of hope,
All the happiness I write down are frozen mammoth cells, which are still fresh and profound when I look back on them after billions of years;
Whenever I write down sadness, it is because the combing of words can give me comfort and bring a glimmer of light through the darkness;
Whenever I send blessings and goodwill, it comes from the bottom of my heart and with all my heart.

I use writing to find the true power of words,
Use writing to find the belief in writing that a writer should have.

To touch all kinds of unknown karma, all kinds of encounters and infinite possibilities of development.