Seek to write poems of truth, goodness and beauty!

The death of love in the stone room. It's a little long. You can cut it yourself.

Dream in Spring/Snow in Qian Shan is quietly beside the poplars. I want to sleep here. There is a village in the northwest. The sound there is floating in the wind. Some are cheerful, like a village girl laughing, some are vague, like a village man swaying in a dream, and the sound of birds is endless.

Trust yourself, trust others, and trust itself is a kind of faith. It is not like a flower in a dream, but like a piece of loose snow. It is because of this belief that we will persist and be confident forever. Listening to opinions is a kind of mind. It is not boundless, but like the sea, it contains hundreds of rivers. It is precisely because of this kind of mind that we can brainstorm and take good advice. Isn't it? Trust itself does not mean being opinionated; Listening to opinions doesn't mean following suit. There is no doubt about the ability of Emperor Taizong to govern the country freely, but at the same time he adopted Wei Zhi's "Ten Thoughts" instead of "thinking hard instead of thinking hard". The King of Qi also has the ability to manage all directions and state affairs, and he will not doubt his talent, but he also accepted Zou Ji's "teachable" and made "Yan Zhao, Han Wei are all equal". No one will doubt himself easily, but who can be as good at coaching and listening to other people's opinions as their predecessors? I always think that "believing in yourself" and "listening to other people's opinions" are contrary. I always think I can do anything, or I always think others are invincible. Why? Why can't we believe in ourselves, be confident and open a cigarette case full of friendship at the same time? Believe in yourself, believe in the future, believe that the earth will fly tomorrow, and believe that the future will be developed by us. Believe in others, respect others, believe in others' consideration for you, and respect others' ideal choices. Yes, in the journey of life, we will always encounter difficulties and setbacks. They are like roses, stinging your hands and mine. However, the wounds of the soul must be repaired by ourselves, and the wounds of the hands must be bandaged by others. We believe that we will overcome difficulties, but we never deny the help of others. No one can live alone without the help of others.