Be a person with a strong heart.

What is the gaze of words? Chicken feathers are everywhere. I can sweep away the ashes in front of me, but I can't sweep away the smog in my heart. Dancing in the fog, no wine to buy. It is better to have a bottle upside down than to dance in autumn water for a long time. You forget Sichuan, I have Ma Pingchuan, I am drunk and eager to see through.

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Immersed in autumn, leaves are everywhere, and yesterday's yellow flowers are hard to reproduce. But I won't be sad for autumn. "The annual autumn wind is strong, not like spring wins spring, but like Wan Li frost in the vast river. The resentment is too strong to prevent heartbroken, and the scenery is appropriate. " I like Qiu Si's poetic thoughts.

Facing the night, why should I put up with it? If it weren't for the bondage of work, how could I stay with the machine for eight hours I am not happy when the motor rings, but I am still qualified to code 1000 lines with poetry. Then let me write about my feelings as a person with a strong heart.

No matter how long I can endure it, it will make people faint, but I can sing loudly after taking a shower at night. I lead an ordinary life and often lead a miserable life. Although life needs poetry and distance, don't forget that living a miserable life is the true face of life. Let me talk about my life first, and talk about the relationship between poetry and distant and inner strength.

I live a monotonous life, a life of two points and one line, a world of one person and one wife, and I can only find comfort in the internet. My mood will not glow with the weather, but will fluctuate with the world. It depends on how I grasp it. Fortunately, I can keep calm and let my mood fly in the song without being enslaved. Of course, the spirit comes from the heart. If you don't take negative energy to heart mercilessly, you can release yourself unnecessarily. I am never picky about food. My wife decides my diet. But that doesn't mean I don't choose poetry. I pay attention to my poetry and my creation. I'm hungry, too. Whether God gives me face or not, I like to see beautiful women. But all love is only practiced on my wife. It doesn't belong to me. I won't be presumptuous It belongs to me, and others can't take it away if they want to. As a 40-year-old uncle, he has a moustache on his chin, not to pretend to be literary, but to be too lazy to joke about it. There is no need to decorate the literature and art in your heart, but only Linxi can understand the poems in your eyes.

To say that I am a weak person, I am really not a weak person. Although my name is weak, I only hug those who love me. The label of my soul says sonorous, otherwise I can't compete with duangduang's world. In fact, my heart is full of strength, not only from my healthy body, but also from my faith. The so-called faith, confidence depends on what. I crawl in the dark reality, I look up at the boundless starry sky, I look for poetry and distance. Thousands of waterfalls and valleys, quiet and deep-flowing, I use my inner abstract and ignorant but extremely firm poetry to cast positive energy that can be poured by pitching. Poetry is spiritual, there is a god in the distance, the sense is clear, and the words are held by a thread, which can be sawed forever. No matter how trivial my life is, it can fly like silk with the autumn wind. I think of heaven and earth, boundless, boundless, and communicate with the spirit alone. People send worldly life and the soul returns to the clouds. Only when the heart is good at absorbing the boundless truth can it create a unique style of poetry, which is not only wisdom, but also a kind of strength.

There are poems in my heart, so smile; Be wise, so always be grateful; There is great joy in my chest, so I never complain. Be a person with a strong heart and pursue a truly poetic dwelling in life. The real poetic dwelling is not far away, but in your mind. Qixia is a colorful Yun Ni in the sky, and a layman can show the greatness of the avenue if he is indifferent.