? Wednesday is the day when Deyang Daily publishes a literary supplement. At the beginning of the year, Deyang Evening News stopped publishing, and the literary supplement of Deyang Daily was expanded into a vertical cultural weekly. Four sections with the theme of cultural vision, literary supplement, Deyang memory and Beijing time enriched our amateur cultural life. Every Wednesday morning, there is a collection of poems, essays, essays and calligraphy, which makes editors, authors and readers very happy. Several WeChat groups are full of joy and excitement, and sometimes there are red envelopes flying in praise.
? This is the cultural atmosphere of a famous cultural city, which will be edified and infected. In the last two years, I have also contributed occasionally, so that some tofu-like words can convey joy. 202 1 suddenly felt unable to write a decent article. In the confrontation between inspirational god and lazy god, the latter obviously has the upper hand, and no article has touched me for more than a month. Looking at a literary friend's article, I blinked vertically, and my heart was broken and salty.
? The past winter was so cold that all kinds of physical and mental discomforts made me stagger. It is often a small itch that has not healed, and another serious illness follows. Few days in the whole winter are comfortable and brisk. Curling up at home is not suitable for building a car behind closed doors. Just lose yourself on the screen of mobile phones and TV variety shows, and go to sleep with a deep and shallow apology every day. My words follow in my footsteps. Only when the people in front are on the journey can the flowers, trees and flowers and birds in my eyes be poetic. On the way to work that day, the squeal of the brakes of the bus woke me up from my sleep, and the way home suddenly became a symphony stage in my mind. The car's horn sounded crisp, the flute made of high-quality steel sounded fast, and a series of shocking pauses.
? It's no exaggeration to describe the days when there are no footsteps and words flowing, and I feel that I have contracted Alzheimer's disease in advance. A lot of time is wasted in this way, which is a disrespect for the heart and a disrespect for literature. A friend of mine said well that if you have a dream, you should always think about it. It is better to turn on the computer in a down-to-earth manner than to indulge in it. The best place to be in a daze is the study. The best way now is to calm down and read, find the starting point of the story in other people's stories, and taste the poetic life in his poems. Go back to the wild grass of nature, grasp every move in life, and let the sunshine and words embrace each other tightly.
? In recent years, I have been thinking about a collection and feeling the decorative lintel of books. Last winter, I began to sort out the past words. Lala has a collection of tens of thousands of words, which was finally sorted out at the end of last month. I was a little timid at the last step, Fu Zi, afraid that those gentle words would be left out in the cold, and those sad memories would be laughed at. There are also high ISBN fees, editing fees and printing fees for publishing anthologies, and the function of anthologies is only to please themselves and comfort their lives. Maybe no one will read it carefully when showing it to friends, but leaving some jokes will definitely bring more trouble.
? On December 22nd, the beginning of spring, boxers should pray, fast and be comfortable. Such a casual speech will make spring stand up brightly and let the last cold wind in winter blow away the deep-rooted fatigue factors. After that, the sun was shining and spring was blooming, and Ma Benteng was everywhere.