After two years and six months of hard work, it was finally over, thinking that the poetry and sword spirit, the river was more Jiao, the eagle was shot in the clouds, and the ink was waved on the table.

I don't know that I have stumbled along the way, but I prefer to compete. The road is rugged, the future is confused, thorny, bumpy and low, and there are all kinds of tastes in my heart.

Survive the fragility, resist the gossip, go through the tribulations, and continue to laugh at life.

Thanks to the company of "Smoke Lock Acacia and Red Dust", my heart has a place to live, away from the hustle and bustle, blending into the silence of the lonely lamp and sparse shadow, and expressing the sorrow that resonates with my heart.

I am grateful to the readers who like "Smoke Lock Acacia and Red Dust", and I want to give up the article several times, but I stick to it because of you.

The new work "Carrying the Soul to Practice" has begun, please advise!

Sorted out some poems and prose, for more than ten years, and also a portrayal of the mood of the past two years, thinking about the title of the book, touched by a sentence, body and soul, there is always one who is practicing. I thought, how dare a mediocre man speak out about his body? Then let's be ethereal and otherworldly!

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