Busy composition

Busy composition (1): I like being busy.

In the early morning, the sun penetrates the mist, making everything look hazy. A series of horns broke the silence in the morning, and people unconsciously embarked on the road of anxiety. In a blink of an eye, the red sun of the election in anxious to return, misty rain waiting for him in the distance, its residual heat dyed half the sky red. The ups and downs of the clouds carry too much expectation. The day passed like this. If you live in a fast pace, you must learn to get used to being busy. In fact, you should learn to like it more than being busy.

I am a busy person. I don't leave myself leisure, but I enjoy my freedom all the time. I like to listen to Lang Lang's reading and endorsement, blend in, communicate with the author, and struggle in complex emotions, but I can't extricate myself. I don't care why. Sometimes I even feel that it is enough to make myself dizzy, let my pen keep writing and look at the childish words he reveals. They represent my soul, and these little creatures make me live well. Sometimes I try to write some immature poems, thinking that they are full of poetry. Whether the world is like this or not, I feel happy.

Being busy has brought me infinite happiness. Leisure is busy. When you are busy, look back at the old road and you will feel very calm. You have left countless solid footprints that belong to me, whether you are sad or happy. They are all my marks and my living testimony. After busy, I stayed quietly on the balcony, looking up at the bright moon, holding a cup of coffee in my hand and cooking in my heart.

Gradually, I found myself falling in love with loneliness. Only at that time, no one bothered your thoughts, and the world around me remained the same, but time was stuck in my own world, and I got lost in books and entered the realm of no self. In fact, a person will not be lonely, because of the busy existence, he occupies a lonely space.

Everyone is sighing for me. Who doesn't like space? But I think that the busyness of one day can enrich us, and the fruit of the next day is enough to make the idle heart fall. At this time, the poor students will be filled with joy.

I like to let busyness take up space, either because of habit or because I like it.