My father made a living by force,

Few people know how difficult it is.

Fill the fire with charcoal in the morning,

Knock the drill and lift the hammer at dusk.

Wipe your face with dust and hands,

Sweat is blowing in the wind.

Keywords hoe, rake, knife, scissors, agriculture,

Famous craftsman.

The following words are the same day, and have nothing to do with poetry.

For peace of mind

? Writing is just a way of life, just like some people like dancing, some like reciting, some like long-distance running, and some are addicted to traveling. There is no difference between good and bad, just different forms. Perhaps the difference is that some people exercise for bodybuilding, some people exercise for attracting people's attention, some people have hobbies for settling down, and some people regard hobbies as fishing hooks for gold. Life is sad, and what is more difficult to overcome is inner greed. Whether writing, dancing or running, it is nothing more than an axe chisel carving the soul. What is finally carved out is art or chopping wood, which has nothing to do with tools, but is connected with the blueprint in the heart. If a friend asks me why I am writing now, I will not hesitate to answer him: "For peace of mind".