Patterson, what do you say life is? Like you, writing poetry, driving the bus, walking the dog on time, falling asleep to the snoring of beer?
In seven rooms of the week, you push open the same door, walk into the same street, and talk to different poets like tearing a time-of-day number from a wall calendar
You say, life is a fish that enters the water, but I have Zhuang Zhou's confusion about butterflies. Who is the water and who is the swimming fish? Does the fish make the water flow or the water forces the fish to swim?
Some people say that life is a night sky shaken by a lone star. People in the lonely life detonate only to hear the cry of fireworks before they die. It's your experiment to test whether life is noble or not.
It has been argued that its failure proves that life is just an indifferent leaf in the rain that will not change its attitude in the air due to the intrusion of rain
Yesterday someone reminded me that thirty years old should give meaning to thirty years old, but I don't want to give life the meaning it deserves. Is it not good to write poems in my spare time and love when I am emotional? Those unforgettable meanings in life are nothing but the addition or subtraction of a few words in the millennium from the Book of Songs to the vernacular poetry
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