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Creative inspiration remembered by God's children.
It is necessary to protect their songs, Xia Xueyuan and her god's children by midnight.

After reading "Children of God, Do You Remember", I suddenly found myself making a big mistake, that is, enjoying it in a noisy day. So that the expressions that follow and are imperceptible to outsiders belong to the most secret and are exposed by the clear sunshine.

If it is late at night, even if it is defeated and collapsed, you can use darkness to protect yourself.

Just like the beauty of epiphyllum, it only belongs to the pure black night and extreme silence, and there is that kind of loneliness that a person is open. There are also some subtle and fragile emotions. What God's children can evoke is the deepest feelings in people's hearts. The suffocating pain makes people feel extremely precious and beautiful.

Usually, this kind of emotion is very firmly hidden by us, and even the entreaties of the closest people are difficult to really open; Even a secret love that lasted for ten years will not be said when he is about to leave; I just bite the bullet like this, but I can't bear to give up my feelings.

Like a shell, a thick shell wraps you and me.

I don't understand what magic Xia Xueyuan used to make this shell crack unconsciously. So the cold wind of winter forced in and pierced the spine!

Xia Xueyuan's writing is not as slow as I expected. It seems like an instant from Sen's surprised smile at the jewelry exhibition to his cold refusal to leave. But it is this slow-heating style that makes people feel that time is tied. Because the text is concise and beautiful, the picture is strong, and it takes people's souls. In the process of writing, what can be felt has transcended the text itself and extended to the picture and even the sound. I'm sure that at the moment when Sen closed the gate, he heard a heavy and firm crash. Just like listening to the sigh of the harp and watching the epiphyllum in full bloom, all the feelings are caught and can't break free.

Grab you, open you.

If being caught by God's children is because of Sen's smile, it is the unusually sensitive touch between words that slowly opens the shell.

Zi Youxi, who was afraid of being seriously injured by love, refused all the possibilities of love, but was in the air composed of thousands of years of love. It's like living in toxic air, knowing that you will be corroded by the poison of love if you go on like this, but you will die as soon as you cover your nose. This embarrassing struggle for survival is a kind of anxiety that will bind people's minds, but Xia Xueyuan wanted to say more than that. What she wants to say is that the heart is tight and living in such a space hurts deeply. How deep is it? She tells you in words and everything you can feel. This depth is not a number, but a degree. This is a very shallow river, but it can't pass through everyone's head.

Similarly, in the face of Qian Chen who dare not love but only the power of love supports his survival, there is no smile but only a lifeline, and there are also Xingye and Shengxue who are also caught in the whirlpool. Xia Xueyuan didn't say how hard it was for them to survive and persist. Their difficulties are not obvious. What she wants to say is ... this hard depth, the difficulty of breathing in the whirlpool, and the weakness of her hands after being abandoned by light for a long time.

So the dusty things in my memory were awakened. It's not what I said to the teenager I once walked in my memory, nor the scenery I walked with him under the moon. It is that kind of feeling, unable to say my thoughts in the face of almost collapse, looking at my back and squeezing my painful hand but still unable to stretch it out.

Man is really a strange animal, and sometimes he forgets things that can be accurately expressed by words and pictures. I forgot the movements and languages that existed in those centuries, but hid behind those language pictures in my heart, and even kept those subtle touches that I couldn't say for a long time. I remember an English song I heard when I was a child. I have forgotten the lyrics, the title and even the melody, but I deeply remember that tears fell when I listened to that song. So a few years later, when that song played again, although I had forgotten that it was your favorite, I couldn't help crying.

So the shell was opened by Xia Xueyuan at this moment. Because although I don't know whether there are a thousand treasures in this world that can be cared for by life, I don't know whether there is a forest that lives in loneliness, but even the pores on my skin know the bottomless powerlessness. I know the shallow river, but I can't pass everyone.

This is the child of God, and this is Xia Xueyuan.

Let my deepest trembling be exposed to the uncovered day.