Novels gradually fail to satisfy me. I feel very uncomfortable in my heart ... this is an unspeakable pain and loss. Once again, I burned those uncertain novels, and my heart ached again when I watched the manuscript paper burn to ashes and fly around the room. Tears rolled down my cheeks ... my literary path was denied by "readers" and my life was denied by others.
I began to write some short words in my spare time-this is the original poem. After a busy day, my tired body clings to the bed, but my brain can't rest ... The brain that has been torturing me challenges me when I am about to rest. I passively greeted the attack that came at any time. Words of joy or sorrow are refreshed in my mind over and over again. When I have paper around me, I will record those sentences. When there is no paper, I will melt sentences into my brain and let brain cells enjoy extremely free flight.
In high school, students began to write poems, not only novels but also some simple sentences. At this time, I began to be infected by Haizi's poems. I have to admire Haizi's talent. His poems made me know life for the first time ... I wrote my own poetic life in sleepless nights-also a depressed life.
At this time, I fell in love with a kind girl. My novel is for her, because she is my only reader. My talent and grades are gradually inversely proportional. I didn't know what to do in each class, so I took a composition class. Every class is a robbery of my spirit. I began to have white hair, and more and more. I look uglier and uglier ... I don't believe in myself. The girl I secretly love has gradually alienated me. My life is drifting again. During this period, my sentences are so free, but not unrestrained. ...
Painful love makes my painful life miserable again. The novel I wrote to her gradually became shorter and later became a poem-"Four Deficiencies" was the sentence I summarized at that time. (article reading network:)
It turns out that poetry is so charming that I didn't know it until I went to college. Seemingly short sentences have rich ideological connotations. For the sake of poetry, I began to run around Shijiazhuang. I met all kinds of people in Shijiazhuang, and I used my simple thinking to analyze and deal with these people. They gradually became characters or souls in my later poems. ...
Near the antique city, I met Li Hongliang's eldest brother. His poems are better than mine, and his calligraphy is better than mine. We came together because of the common hobby. He told me that poetry is the free flow of feelings in the heart ... without strong words and profound spirit, as long as there are feelings.
I vaguely saw the veil of the poem, but I still didn't see her true face. ...
When I was in college, I had a lot of free time ... but I didn't make good use of it. I started surfing the Internet ... Paradoxically. I don't have any extra money, but I have to surf the Internet. There are my novels on the internet. My readers ...
Typing is a very difficult thing. I gave up typing some novels. I started writing poems. I feel more and more that poetry is the soul of my words. No novels. I can still live, but without poetry, my life is meaningless. ...
I gradually got to know many people in the field of poetry ... people who really understand poetry. Their poems are much better than mine. Their poems are not only the object of my study, but also the whip to spur me. Everyone is the same. Why are others good and mine bad? I want to fight! Perhaps the best struggle is to go to the Internet cafe. Everyone is mortal, and no one can stand the temptation-the original temptation. Things on the Internet have brought me back to the decadent period when I first started writing novels. At this time, poetry also became unsightly-"Life is a few degrees, tears between flowers" was the work at that time.
China is taking off! At this time, the person I like seems to have completely left me. My poetry began to turn to the soaring China. We are all from China, and we have seen the rapid development of China. At this time, I have a lot of works, but some of them were used as toilet paper and didn't hit the internet. The Sichuan earthquake silenced everyone in China, when an old woman, sharon stone, a little girl, was heartbroken. I wrote a poem for sharon stone. At this time, I found that the students in Peking University lost their passion in the May 4th Movement ... and I began to write some cursing poems. There are too many people worthy of abuse. ...
Now I work as an administrator in the "New Star Society". My poems will be published there one after another. There are also many experts in the group who can provide me with better learning opportunities!
I will always love poetry. ...
Because, I gradually found that my life can not be separated from poetry. ...