"I have a scoop of wine, which can comfort the wind and dust", this poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Wei Yingwu, recently on the Internet, suddenly became popular on WeChat, many people have continued the next sentence, some people commented that the Chinese "poetry is not dead", I can only hehe.

Although I am quite interested in poetry, I have written a lot in my spare time, but it is just a hobby, for poetry, I think that no matter how hard people work today, they can no longer reach the level of our ancestors, so I still hold a heart of admiration, to appreciate those masterpieces.

However, this sudden rise of poetry, under careful tasting, can really arouse some emotion. In just a cross, the poet wrote countless rhymes, which is really admirable.

The poet has a scoop of wine to comfort the long wind and dust he has experienced, which shows the preciousness of this scoop of wine, maybe the poet is talking about wine on the surface, but in his heart he may be talking about another thing that he uses to wash away the dust is also undecided, maybe it is a person, maybe it is a hobby, maybe it is a book...

I suddenly thought of myself, drifting around in this metropolis, without direction, suffering, housing prices here are unattainable, the lights are bright, the desire for material things is rampant, there are traffic jams everywhere, there are people and vehicles everywhere... The people I meet every day are in a hurry, their faces are flat, everyone is affected by this world, living under high pressure, there are almost no sincere and natural smiling faces, and it must be like this when I want others to see myself.

A sense of sadness came to my heart inexplicably, "Do I have such a scoop of wine to comfort my drifting heart?"

Maybe not, but as long as I tried to find it, I could still find it, and I suddenly found myself in the habit of writing novels every day, "Maybe, this is a scoop of bars that I own?"

From this point of view, I still have to thank the starting point for giving me the opportunity to publish the novels I wrote, although this platform is mainly reserved for those great gods, but it also leaves a small corner for a small writer like me, which is enough to comfort my rootless heart, in this big world, there is a small place to stand.

Just like the house in this metropolis, it doesn't have to be too big, or even as long as there is a dozen square meters, it can make people feel that life has a fulcrum, there is a dependence, and there is a future, in the starting point of this platform, there is a small window for you to upload your novels or other works, not for the purpose of making money, you will find that this is actually commendable, in my opinion, even if no one applauds, you can talk about masturbation, you can entertain yourself, soothe your mood, and let your wandering heart have a little shackle, so as not to fly around.

Just let the corner of the starting point become a scoop of bars for me, like the protagonist Li Yun in "The Legend of Xianyun", grow up slowly, go through all kinds of ups and downs, meet all kinds of challenges, the world is very big, I want to take a good look, even if I go alone, hehe, fortunately, with Xiaoxing company, I will definitely be able to meet a lot of new friends, I shouldn't be lonely...