Through the light of spring, inspire the poetry of exhaustion
It was light rain on the weekend and it was bleak indoors. Make a cup of tea and warm up. Pick up the March task book list and sit under the window and read a few pages. This is a book of poetry appreciation, reading the poems of the former sages, savoring everyone's analysis, sometimes can inspire you a trace of poetry. Although I'm not good at writing poetry, and it's difficult to rhyme, I know that I'm still a layman of poets, and writing a few sentences is just funny.
Brother Wang, an old classmate, slipped into my headlines yesterday and left a poem pointing out my negligence, reasoning, arguing and amusing him. Interacting with such old friends is fun and fun. The old man is talking about juvenile madness.
