How to write the preface of a collection of poems "A poem in spring is like spring"

Being at home all over the world, feel at ease: the place is big and there is nothing to worry about. The price of realizing my childhood dream was my frivolous dropping out of school in my sophomore year. 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.

It is 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.

In the firecrackers, there is a happy harvest and it is orderly.