A poem describing how to write without knowing how to write.

I want to write, but I can't write, and my heart is dying. I don't know why.

From modern netizens, the poet is anonymous.

Vernacular translation: I want to pick up a pen and write something, but there is nothing in it, and my heart is blank, and I don't know the specific reasons.

This poem describes people without inspiration. Too comfortable life makes people lose their perceptual ability, and the numbness of life makes their brains blank. People can't feel life and have no inspiration when creating.

Ways to inspire:

1, no input, no output.

In other words, we want to spit out knowledge without learning from the outside world, which is inevitably unreasonable. So, don't just knock on your head and ask: Where is the inspiration? The ancients said: "Learn from others' strengths and make appointments, and accumulate wealth and make little hair." Without accumulation, there is no thinning hair. Therefore, instead of asking yourself to be always full of inspiration, it is better to ask yourself to be always full of emotion and knowledge.

2, quick success, chaos.

Many ordinary writers, including myself, write for two purposes: first, hobbies, self-cultivation; The second is to support the family and realize writing. Having both is the most wonderful thing. In fact, most writers may start with hobbies and finally realize them. Once you want to turn your hobby into a rice bowl, anxiety is self-evident. We are too worried that the article will not be realized, and we are too worried that others will ignore it after a hard night.