My poetry Pilgrim

Writing poetry was my dream when I was young, due to the infection of my grandfather. My grandfather was an excellent rural intellectual in the period of the Republic of China. Therefore, after liberation, he became a landlord gloriously and received some unfair treatment from ZF. But he was very popular and had never received the courtesy of his neighbors. Because he is a person who helps others better than everything in his own family. On the eve of the Spring Festival, he always spent more than a week writing for more than 3 hours every day, using his meaningful and vigorous exclusive Soviet style, the big and small doors of dozens of families nearby are covered with blessings for the Spring Festival. Gongyuan 1978, Mr. Deng Xiaoping helped him remove the landlord’s hat. His years of depression turned into a turbulent move. On the day when he was removed, he created 13 songs praising Hua Guofeng, eulogize Deng Xiaoping and the ancient poetry of the Communist Party, and urge her only son-in-law to make a special trip to Ningyang Post Office to deliver to many newspapers and periodicals (my hometown is 6 miles south of Ningyang County), to express his gratitude. Unfortunately, the unfortunate thing happened the next day. My father was on the way back about 20 miles from grandfather’s house, I lost the poetry package somewhere (my father probably drank a lot of wine at that time). When he got home, his father found that the poetry package was lost, so he hurried back to look for it all the way, but it was impossible to return it to the original owner. My grandfather was very sad, because his inspiration could no longer find the original passion, and he did not write any more, which left him a lifelong regret. To his relief, he found that I, a big nephew, was a little smart, and later told me his above-mentioned regret (I was in the second year of junior high school at that time), he also specially taught me something about tones, rhymes and so on, encouraging me to learn how to write poetry in the future, which would be good for my whole life cultivation. Unfortunately, until 1996, I didn’t find the inspiration to write poetry, but the desire to write poetry was retained. On the eve of Teacher’s Day in 1996, I had the impulse to write poetry. My first poem, free verse “altar”, was born (probably published in The Post “welcome new leaves back to spiritual home”). Later, I began to pay attention to rhythm poems. Because poetry can express the passion, touch and reverie of the inner heart better. Therefore, I began to study Mao Zedong’s poetry and entered the realm of poetry. Another motivation that prompted me to write poetry is the love of myself for students. Because in my opinion, taking the poems created by teachers themselves as gifts and rewards to those innocent children will have an unlimited spiritual inspiration for them. The first poem I gave to the whole class (I didn’t think it was poetry at that time, so I took “altar” as my debut poem) was “song of persuasion”, I finished it at a class meeting in March, 1991 (at that time, I was the head teacher of class 1, Grade 5, teaching mathematics). The content is probably as follows: learning knowledge ask hard-working, easy-to-ask, thinking, thinking, thinking, drilling, drilling, drilling, climbing, climbing, accumulating, learning, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking. On the eve of New Year’s Day in 1998, I received the new year card sent to me by the monitor du Rui from Tsinghua University. It says: dear teacher Xu, maybe you don’t remember me anymore. But the song of encouraging learning given by you will inspire me to love learning forever and accompany me all over the world. It was this small New Year card that aroused my heroic spirit of writing poetry later. Since then, I can’t remember how many poems I have given to my students. At present, I have collected more than 1300 poems. I know that it is impossible for me to leave poetry in this life. Because, I have deeply realized that poetry is my life. Write when you are infinitely happy, write a new realm and a new mood; When you are very depressed, write when you are suddenly enlightened and out of the haze; When you are extremely angry, write when you are crying for justice and generous in life, the online forum has become a pure harbor for me to make friends with poems and make friends with each other with poems. The encouraging poems I gave to every netizen all carry all my emotions and wishes, all carry all my sincerity and blessings. Because, I know that if a person wants to make himself happy, he must first give more happiness to others. I am a little excited when writing here, but I can only turn these excitement into good wishes and reminders for everyone. I wish all good people can have a life like poetry, and all people who need to be better can accept the call of justice poetry. I wish all people can remember friends: a person who is good at pursuing, never lonely! A person who is obsessed with inquiry will never waste it! A man who dares to climb will never be cowardly! A person who is willing to cooperate will always have broad love! A person who is diligent in innovation will always sing a good song! A man who is brave in fighting will always be magnificent! May you always have one by one, laugh at your life and gain a lot! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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Listen to the night’s black

The Moonlight is light, covering the pine forest outside the village. White clouds are scattered, and some strange stars are missing. Tianhe where? _Guo Moruo’s “quiet night” I always thought I was afraid of the darkness of the night. Until a few days ago, the school stopped electricity for a day. In the dark night, there was no bright day, and it was dark, but as long as you listen attentively, you can also find many existence that you ignore. I tried to close my eyes and wake up my ears. What I heard was not the click of the mouse, the knock of the keyboard, or the noisy noise in the daytime, but the cry deep in the heart under the silence. The night seems to freeze the time and no longer flow. Quietly, you can hear the sound of your breath, the deepest in your heart and the purest beauty in the world. Without the shining of neon lights and the bustle of traffic, it seems that all the noise and noise in the world are quiet at this moment. The vast sky is dyed into a dark background, and the light Moonlight is shot through the door curtain, the stars twinkled in the night sky, so quiet and harmonious. Everything in the world was as clean and real as the face of the young woman who was unloaded with heavy makeup, which set off waves in my heart. It turned out that such a wonderful moment was missed when I was too impetuous at ordinary times, and I suddenly realized that I had started to deviate from my original dream so far since I didn’t know when, and I was busy chasing aimlessly all day long, blindly following the tide of numerous textual researches is like a ship sailing out of the sea without a compass drifting in the vast ocean. In that silent night, I listened attentively and found the dream deep in my heart. At that moment, I would remove the numerous and complicated troubles in the world and release myself, let my long-lived heart gallop in the vast starry sky. On the contrary, I used to be in a hurry. Too many burdens repressed my soul. My soul was so heavy that I missed too many wonderful things along the road and ignored how bright the night turned out to be. Like (prose editor: prose online) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…