He was young—maybe not too young, maybe thirty-five, or thirty-six-seven. The brilliance of youth is not lost, but it can secretly show off a "sense of vicissitudes of security". (The real sense of vicissitudes of old age, beauty is beautiful, but it is a swan song that shines back.) If you want to add a title to him, it is probably "a traveler in the United States"! He writes a little bit of poetry, a bit of sweetness in it, a bit of romance—the kind that suits publishing. Perhaps the end of the poem is marked with "Sent from XX", the name of that foreign city is so fascinating, and across the ocean, those peculiar pinyin sounds clear and clear like broken waves in Huawu and Sanskrit sounds in dreams. There was an old-fashioned essay writer who once went on a trip abroad. When someone went abroad, he hurriedly wrote a draft and sent it back. At the end of the essay, he bluntly noted "Sent from × City". She joked that she would like to visit it anyway! However, the scholar attached a beautiful place name to every article, which made those young children who were repeatedly rejected the envy and envy. It is Yan Xian's famous sentence: "Short length, faint melancholy, shallow philosophical thinking, handsome author." Such words are simply for this person. However, that person's poems were written in a very dry and bleak way, like a tape that was distorted due to dampness. The original sound and rhythm that belonged to the person were all gone. He could only hear the words and sentences, and he could understand the words and the words. Sentences, but can't touch an inch of skin at all, let alone touch the heart.

I suddenly feel that this is about fair! Although the man had the juvenile and the degree that the world envied, God did not give him the talent. There are enough chips in his life to let him go about it. As for talent, God has always been very stingy. After all, talent is also a "small creator". How could God let his own housekeeping skills be casual Give it away!