There is nowhere to write, it is better to hide ugliness than to hide,

Looking at the earth, the so-called year, it was all a dream of parting last night, stepping through the floating life, only to know that Cui Ping had no roots in the end, wandering for a lifetime, drifting with the waves, falling flowers with the flowing water, the charm was not reduced back then, but duckweed with the water to sleep, in vain to add sadness. The pen is interesting and www.biquge.info chaotic, making people cry, and a few times tired and tired. Spring or not, before the flowers fall, the light rain is independent. The so-called mountain alliance and the so-called sea oath are bitter to everyone. Taste the bitterness of the mountains and seas, and regret it today. The tears have not disappeared, the shark has penetrated, and the brocade book is shaking. When I can't wait for the word goose to return, I climb the west building alone, and look at the end of the world. The west wind rises, the willows on the moon, it is difficult to return to the dream, looking back on the past hundred years, it is like a dream. The wind is sluggish, the raindrops fall, blowing through the predecessor, stirring up the memories of this life, people are not there, dreams are empty, and everything is leisurely. Things are people, not everything, one step of life and death, and there is no return.

After pain and hatred, he knew that today was yesterday, and he refused to serve his heart, but he tasted all the sorrows. The warrior who faces the blood, can't do it, and live his whole life, but he is just a heartbroken guest in a dream of snuggling willows. Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, too hurried, helpless to come to the cold rain and late wind. Rouge tears, leaving people drunk, since people grow and hate the water Changdong. The past is in a hurry, and it is thousands of miles away before I can take a closer look, sighing at the short and long pavilion, and the streamer for change is helpless. I still remember the gorse hairpin, the red and pink peach face, and I still remember the spring breeze of the jade people, the bright moon night, the Yiren blow the flute, and now I am also safe? The wind and clouds are gone, the past is looming, blurred in the heart, guarding the green plantain. Not red cherries, picking the cold branches in the heart alone, long memories are like smoke. Self-thinking, self-understanding, self-consultation, the heart is there, the soul is there, and the wind is chaotic in the past.

People are thin, the world is evil, and the rain sends dusk flowers to fall. The wind is dry, and the tears are left. The years have passed, the Iraqi people are not there, and the oath of the year is now like smoke. How can you incarnate 100 billion, a plum blossom tree and a release Weng, the legend of plum blossoms is obviously false, but it is still believed to be true, and it makes people. Now, there is only one sentence left: every year there is today, the good moon is long, and the good flowers are not grateful. People are long, dreams Chanjuan.

The flowers have fallen, the building has been empty, the people are not there, and the past is scattered. Zheng Zifu's spirit of heaven: both empty and empty, saying that Zheng Zifu is gold is empty, saying that Zheng Zifu is garbage is also empty.

In the process of cultivation, we begin to be serious and persistent, then we see through and let go, then we break and shatter, and finally we are empty... Zheng Zifu's good friend Ping Hang said that the biggest enemy in life is "ordinary", the shackles that imprison human thoughts are called "worldly", and the things that give people sustenance and make people desperate are called "faith". Zheng Zifu sighed, intersecting with Pinghang, like drinking wine, I don't feel intoxicating. Zhang Liangjun said: In the process of cultivation, it is inevitable that the mountains are difficult to cross, the rivers are blocked, and there are countless enemies...

If you encounter a difficulty, you don't know where to go; Zheng Zifu said that Zhang Liangjun is also a good friend of Zheng Zifu, mentioning Zhang Liangjun, Zheng Zifu and he met earlier than Pinghang, they all met in 2015, Zhang Liangjun is a talent, generous, Yushu is in the wind, the spirit is flying, enviable, Zheng Zifu said that I and Pinghang, Zhang Liangjun has a very happy relationship, and there is always a consensus on everything, but in general, Zheng Zifu is more pessimistic, Zheng Zifu said;

It is said that in this life, since literacy, people have embarked on a lonely road, and this road will become narrower and narrower. At that time, the teacher asked us what we thought of this concept, and I said, I don't have this body for a long time, when will I forget the camp?

We are born into the world, and we cannot change our physical bodies, just as we cannot control the loneliness we encounter. But take 10,000 steps back and say, even if we really can't find that fully compatible channel in our lifetime, so what?

As long as we don't compromise and seek perfection, don't deny ourselves, insist on self-dialogue and self-salvation, protect those things that make us happy, and put our limited lives in the vast rivers, lakes and seas with an open-minded attitude, it will be a different pattern. Zheng Zifu's first person on the list ends here, Zheng Zifu said, what I said, it seems to be true, it seems to be false, it seems to be there, it seems to be nothing, it is just a general talk about personal feelings, literature, in general, is to express feelings. Poetry is the purest and expresses feelings directly. Novels, even if they don't focus on love, but writing novels is also an expression of the author's love for the world. Literature expresses what is in the human heart, unlike science, which expresses reality. A person who writes articles, whether he is a poet or a novelist, must love the world, pursue what he wants in his heart, whether it is love or career, experience the beauty and ugliness, joy and pain of this world in the pursuit, form some opinions about the world in his heart, and then express it. Therefore, a book is a person's emotional history, and it is also a person's spiritual growth history. So many books, so many people's intellectual histories.

Read books, read poems, don't think that this is good, that is good, this is a layman. Whoever is close to your own temperament, you say who is good. As I said, everyone writes a book that is a history of their own spiritual growth. If you read so many books and think that this is good or that, it can only mean one thing, that is, you don't have your own personality. You have to have your own style, and you have to read books that are similar to your own, and then form your own unique understanding of the world. When people in the world read books, they read what they liked, and they didn't read what they didn't like. Actually, that's right. We're not critics, and we don't need to read everything. I thought that reading books had a threefold realm, the first level, only looking at what I liked, the second layer, which also looked at that, and the third level, I still only looked at what I liked. When people in the world read books, they only read what they like, because they can't understand what they don't like. Literati read books, and they also read that, because they are smarter, and they can understand this and that. But at a certain level, you have to go back to the beginning: only read your favorite books. Because these books are closest to our own temperament, we can only learn things that are useful to us after reading these books, and then form our own views on the world. Don't worry that your views will be biased, a personalized point of view, there will always be a little bias, we have to sharpen the avant-garde point of view, which point of view is like a good person, this is also right for that, then what is said is equivalent to not saying. To sum up, the letter is not as good as no book,------------------- the first person on the list is over, thank you for the strong support given by the majority of readers. So let's end with a song, the song title [The Most Painful Silent] singer Sun Yaowei. Lyrics who are sad to watch the bereaved dog frightened

Just like animals, they understand human nature

When you cry bitterly in the red ground, no one responds

It can be seen that the cry is the most painful and silent

Cruel like you when love is ivory

The moment I pulled it out seemed to have the future

I have my pain and I can't arouse your guilt

In fact, do you love me or do you love to see wounds

Can you still understand me with your heart based on human nature?

Share a human word with a wild elegy

I also have my soul

Can that pain make your heart colder?

Even ants can still love each other

Have you long since disappeared from your childlike heart?

Whether it is priceless or priceless, the life you cherish

But it is because of you that you are corrupted

How can man be worthy of being the love of the world?

Why do animals seem to live and die without pain?

But I'm confident that I can't manipulate it

This breed is rare and will soon become extinct

Cruel like you when love is ivory

The moment I pulled it out seemed to have the future

I have my pain and I can't arouse your guilt

In fact, do you love me or do you love to see wounds

Can you still understand me with your heart based on human nature?

Share a human word with a wild elegy

I also have my soul, and the pain of the skin can make your heart colder

Even ants can still love each other

Have you long since disappeared from your childlike heart?

Whether it is priceless or priceless, the life you cherish

But it is because of you that you are corrupted

People are busy hurting others

Is it really more compassionate than cats and dogs?

Who would be numb

Likes to put graceful corpses in the house

Can we still share feelings with each other based on human nature?

Occupying the world with love is more terrible than a demon beast

Warm who is in you, magnificently built in flesh and blood

Can you have a fever even if you are cold-blooded?

Even ants can still love each other

Have you devoured the pure heart of the past?

Whether it is priceless or priceless, the life you cherish

But because of you, you are corrupted, will you love me? Thank you readers and friends for supporting the first person on the list and supporting Zheng Zifu.

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