不过生活总是告诉我，远着我们的路，哪里有鲜花，分明都是荆棘和壕沟、陷阱和水坑。

罢了，倒掉的往往是一大盆脏水，留下的就一点点杂章，弥觉得珍贵无比。

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This is a colle of personal poems and essays， mostly written from the early 1990s to the early 21st tury. At that time， when I first entered society， I was young and eic， frivolous and urained， with repetitive emotions. Later on， I was busy and dizzy， lost my dire， and rarely updated.

When I sorted out the materials， I turo my past diary and exclaimed that time is like an arrow flying， and that time makes people old.

Words are priceless， emotions are valuable. When words are alohey are just symbols. When they are stacked and bihey bee thoughts. Thoughts are eternal， and as long as there are people and life， thoughts exist.

Good poetry and prose are not only the author's refi of the artistiception of natural beauty aional praise， but also the logic behind their meticulous thinking of nature and humaions， and even imply some timeless profound humanistic philosophy.

In the field of culture， a classical ese is cise and prehensive， with separated and unging language， cise writing， and difficult to uand. It is very professional， so a literature was very prosperous and developed. Tang and Song poetry flourished， and in the era of vernacular ese， we did not have literary skills. Of course， it was the sparrow by the thatched cottage that could not even be seen on its back.

At present， prose and poetry are just shallow water murmuring， flowing alone， without seeking to turn over any waves.

Everyohoughts are also one of the thoughts that many， many people may have. The world of literature is infinitely vast， and the charm of prose and poetry lies in that it is a dehought， a deep love of life and nature in the soul. Although time has passed and there is o seek swords， it still be nurtured.

The famous poet Tagore once said，“Don't linger all the way colleg flowers and keeping them， move forward， because along your path， flowers will tio bloom.“ But I thiiful flowers only e in the past spring， and never e again iure.