The price of realizing my childhood dream is that I dropped out of school in junior high school. Facing my determination, my uncompromising father gave me a sentence on the day when I packed my luggage alone: You may not succeed, but you must be responsible for your choice.
On the wandering road, there is no bread and comfort, but there are no women and flowers. The combination of flowers and women constitutes the so-called love in contemporary times.
I can't remember when it started. On the internet, between keyboards, I had an unforgettable love story with some women I knew or didn't know, familiar or unfamiliar. In reality, I also express my strong and passionate love to countless women of all kinds nearby. But every time it starts, it ends in a hurry.
It's not that I refuse to believe that there is true love in the world. On the contrary, I have always believed in this. No matter in the virtual network or in real life, no matter every minute or forever, as long as two people are flesh and blood, there is a moment of love, and that is love.
What I want, however, is the inner soft shock and emotion at the moment of love arrival, which gives my creation vitality and aesthetic depth. Many responsible friends strongly object to my almost cold-blooded approach. If you don't want results, why start? Results! Life itself is a growing process.
Stories, especially those of fate, are different. When one story ends, another story will continue, sometimes seemingly unrelated, but linked together, thus completing the unity and harmony from birth to death.
Maybe it's a little vague, maybe it's not a good explanation. But this is really a very complicated problem, a very complicated problem, a very troublesome explanation, so leave it to future generations! Most importantly, we are all alive, and living is the greatest gift. Even if we make some mistakes, it is only necessary for growth.
One day surfing the Internet, a netizen asked me, "What do you do?" . "Write poetry."
I don't consider false answers. "Still a poet!" Netizens responded with obvious disdain to me and deleted me from their QQ.
If you are young, wandering, lonely and emotional, even if you can't read, even if you haven't written a word. Then you are a poet, a well-deserved poet.
In this case, I didn't tell this netizen because of his self-righteousness, his contempt and disdain for art, and it was not easy to write a poem.
At least for me, as long as I am confused about the second-grade culture and phonology, I just have devotion and devotion to poetry, which is a very spiritual arrow from brewing to conception to writing. Like the woman I love, from youth to maturity, the suffering of youth in the middle.
My dear and kind reader friend! If you disdain my poems, please remember a sentence under the forest: the so-called success is the absolute possibility that you and I insist on. Finally, let me end my nagging with a sentence from the German poet Rilke-stop, it means everything.
Amid firecrackers, it was a good year, in good order.
2. What are the famous poems describing spring water? Tang Wang Wei, an autumn night in the mountains, stands empty after the rain.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. Yang Wanli's Xiaochi: (Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. ) "Baotu Spring Poetry" (Yuan) Zhao Mengfu Dragon Water originated in the world, and white jade pots poured out of the ground.
The valley grows weak, and the East China Sea dries up in the year of drought. The clouds are steaming and moist, and the waves shake Daming Lake.
Spring has come, the dust has settled, and the ice and snow are full of loneliness and loneliness. Baotuquan (Song Dynasty) The schools in Ceng Gong are far away from Jade, and all of them are covered with the dust of Mount Li in the dark.
Rong Rong tastes early in winter, and the moist taste of spring tea is more real. I feel the road is like a mirror, and the most pitying sand is like a wheel.
Qilu, the capital, will be sealed and the situation entrusted to the world. Clouds are wet and steaming, and waves shake Daming Lake.
Three times without shoveling snow, four times with thunder in the air. Spray beads and jade water churned, pregnant and fertile.
Where does the empty mountain come from? Running water has no intention of sounding white clouds. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to eliminate our worries (Li Bai), you didn't see how the water of the Yellow River moved out of heaven, but you ran to the sea and never returned (Tang Li Bai). You suspect that the Milky Way has set for nine days (Tang Libai). There is no smoke in the autumn night in Nanhu Lake, and you can ride to the sky (Tang Libai). The lake is clear and frosty, and the mirror is clear. Bai Tao Snow Mountain is coming (Tang Libai). The Chu water is empty, and the blue sea is remote. Which way should Tang Libai take to find the hidden source? (Tang Bai Juyi) Water is like a mirror, and there is no trace for thousands of miles (Tang Bai Juyi). Between being a fellow traveler and the bird (Wei) who comes home late, there is plenty of water (Wei) and Yanyun, which is endless in the north. Dajiangdong went to the water for a long time (Wang Songliang Yuan), and the snow in Emei fell along the river, and the Three Gorges flowed across the river (Tang Libai). Half-sprinkled in the sky (Tang Li Bai) and the waves in the glass pile of Wanli (Tang Du Fu), the water is really green and clean, so I can't sleep. If the fish is empty, there is nothing to rely on (Song Lou Key), the green hills are not old (Guanzhong, Ming Luo), and everything in the water is the same (Guo Guanzhong in the Spring and Autumn Period). The source is clear, but the source is turbid (Zhao Xunzi of the Warring States Period).
(Describe the spring in Jinan).