Recently the mood is very calm, just want to see every plant, wind and rain thunder and lightning into a poem, with sincere feelings to pour out the regular and irregular phenomena from dawn to sunset, day to night.
Life is a trek, whether it is thousands of mountains and rivers, or wind, frost, snow and rain, there are beautiful scenery and withering vicissitudes along the way.
Life is also a gathering and breaking up, with the beauty of meeting and the sadness of parting.
Pick up half of his life, lost and full of leaves, feel the coolness of the world, form today's state of mind, carefully want to record it, let the text pursue an elegant language with emotion and reason, and integrate rational thinking in lyric, reveal some profound philosophy in poetry writing.
There are a lot of helplessness in life, the flowers are in full bloom, but the wind and rain is in full bloom; the autumn scenery is charming, and the cold is just around the corner. What is done with good intentions is often not understood; if you devote yourself enthusiastically, the end result is miserable. Sometimes I doubt life, but sometimes I face God's injustice calmly.
With the continuous writing, gradually know how to tolerate the world, the world also opened its arms to me; know how to sincerely accept, indifference also turned into tenderness.
The beauty of the years lies in the passage of time, when the flowers bloom and fall, the time precipitates the confusion of young and frivolous, middle-aged. All the way through the wind and rain, fortunately, accompanied by words, occasionally sad, but also gave birth to a touch of happiness. Write life into a poem, sing shallowly in time, even if it is not beautiful, there is a good state of mind.
Unconsciously, in the poetry writing, perhaps the improvement of the state of mind is my real harvest. There is too much pain and helplessness in life, and there are too many things to give up. But yesterday will always pass and tomorrow will come. Only with indifference and contentment can life be chic and happy.
I still look into the distance, carrying the poem over the mountains, saying goodbye to loneliness and confusion, wandering in the world of words, poetry will be a bright bonfire, guiding me through the surging crowd, to find the short and long of life.