My family and friends around me are actively worried about my lifelong events. It seems that I am the only one living alone in the world, but I don't know that I am far away from this world and just want to find my own peace. Speaking of which, I have been writing my own story seriously for more than a year. It seems that if I don't start writing again, everyone will forget that I was once a poet and an alcoholic. One day, a long-lost friend suddenly asked me, Zhang Xiaodou, when will you write my story again? It seems that the last time I wrote her story was in college. At that time, I had nothing to do every day, so I filled my words with her stories. At that time, her whole world was an unattainable boy. Now, she has found her uncle with all her eyes. Although not vigorous, when I saw her again, my face was filled with happiness.
Everyone's story goes on, and my story ends here. My friend told me that she met someone in the shop, and my heart didn't stir at all. The emotional world is like my favorite jigsaw puzzle. Obviously, it fills a gap, but it is not appropriate. I'll know when the puzzle is finished, but when I finished, I found that the first piece was misspelled at the beginning, which led to the confusion of the puzzles behind, and I was too lazy to spell it again. It's better to throw it away. Like and fit are two different things. Liking is the heart of meeting for the first time, and fitting may be the dull life behind. This story will be told later, but it is just a snack that we should have when drinking, to suppress the strong alcohol.
A friend asked me if I wanted to drink. I smiled and told him that I wouldn't drink. He also smiled and said he didn't believe it. I don't believe it after reading my WeChat name. My WeChat name is "Poetry and Wine Stop". Actually, the name has nothing to do with wine. If it has to be related, the story that once happened is a poem, and the so-called love that once met is a confusing glass of wine. From then on, poetry and wine stopped and no longer talked about the past.
And I also like the word poetry wine very much. "Poetry" means beauty and "wine" means drunkenness. Accompanied by ancient poetry and wine, there are countless sadness and boldness. Su Shi also likes the word "poetry wine". He mentioned in the poem "Send it to Li Meizhou": "When Yuan Mingfu returns, * * * will pass by as a poem wine". "Looking at the South of the Yangtze River, Transcending Taiwan Province's Works" said: After a cold meal, I woke up after drinking, but I was asked. Don't miss the old country for the old friend, try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine use time. This is a kind of life experience of Su Shi, poetry and wine, which are two great comforts of ancient China literati. Wine is a way of spiritual liberation for poets, which makes people forget the reality temporarily, communicate with things and return to the spiritual paradise. This is why Dai Fugu's "self-laughing poet is so good that he can be empty without drinking." This was the case in ancient times, and it is also the case in future generations.
Because of a screen name, there is a story, because of a story, you learned to grow. I have been brushing Tik Tok recently. When the system pushed all the copybooks to me, I knew it was time to unload Tik Tok. Many copybooks are heartbroken like poisoned chicken soup, reminding night owls in the dark over and over again what human feelings are cold. Some words don't need others and Tik Tok to heal, and self-healing is the best growth.
Everyone in this society is very busy, and the post-90s generation has become the least ambitious and busy age. When you open a circle of friends, either someone has found a partner or someone has already obtained a certificate. The remaining few people are busy drying their babies, giving them praise and comments, and there are only a handful of people who regard other people's stories as a snack in life. In the first class, the university teacher told us what to do at the right age, but I looked at the people around me. What is the appropriate age of 25? Take dreams as a horse and live up to your youth? Or poetry and wine? I don't think I will rush into the old man's life as early as I do, enjoying flowers and drinking tea during the day and staring blankly at the moon at night.
? When all my dreams turned to dust, I found myself small. In 2020, I put together two Legos, peeled off four bottles of melon seeds, read the Complete Works of Ten Major Crimes and wrote nearly a book about life. While others are busy with lesson plans and exercise books, I am leisurely drawing stick figures; While everyone was preparing their documents for the inspection, I went to different parts of the campus to take pictures of the scenery. While everyone is trying to realize their dreams, I am consuming my dreams bit by bit and finally turning them into nothingness. 2020 is my animal year and my most confused year. I have nothing, and I have been losing it. Just because my friend told me on the first day of 2020 that "ten mice and nine disasters", I have always kept it in my heart, because I believe I must be one of the "nine disasters". Sure enough, 2020 didn't disappoint me. I understand that this Year of the Animal should be peaceful, and I don't believe that fate will come to Du Jie. I'm glad I'm so confused Although I didn't get anything, I will always remember 2020 and the loser who blamed all the losses on Du Jie.
Poetry wine has stopped, but it is also a new beginning. Maybe poetry and wine life is not for me. I have laid my cards on the table. This once story has been written into a book. It's time to stuff it into the bookcase and write a new story with a new notebook. The story should be told from the beginning-"Hi, hello".
(Off-topic: WeChat official account has been cancelled, and many articles have been invalidated. Except for some in the account, everything else is in the QQ space log, but there is nothing to see. It's all other people's stories. I may try to write messy words in the future.