The Love

I am a person who loves dreaming. As long as you close your eyes and enter the sleep state, the strange dreams will follow. However, I have had many dreams, and I still don’t remember them. I once wanted to write a book, which was called remembering dreams, but I never wrote a pen to do it. Once this wish is realized, it will certainly attract many viewers on words, because many of my dreams are full of fantastic colors. However, it was not done after all. It is a pity. I am also a poet. Although I have done a lot of poems and compiled several collections by myself, Shuai Shixiang (a member of Sichuan Writers Association) once selected more than 70 of my two collections and integrated them into one collection, presumably, this collection can be regarded as the summary of my poems for more than ten years. But I came back to see, I don’t know whether it is called poem or not. So I doubted that I didn’t know what poetry was. I just took writing poetry as a memorable thing. Some people say that I am weird, and the way I live is different from ordinary people. I wonder that I also want to invite three drinks and four places to play mahjong, fight landlords, drink and smoke. What is the difference between them and ordinary people? Everyone can do poetry, just want to do it or not. Writing poems is a drudgery done by ascetic monks. I wanted to make the writing easier, so I once made prose. At that time, I went to a tea garden in an county, drinking tea while writing prose, which was often easy to write. Sometimes I sit on a hillside or by a stream, making a prose in one breath. Once you finish writing, leave immediately, never interfere with anyone, nor greet anyone. Because I don’t often walk in front of people, I know the people I work with, and I know less in addition. There are very few people reading my prose, and I am the only reader. As for the style of novel, I have done it more than ten years ago. However, I was still a student more than ten years ago, so I started novels without knowing what to do, however, I didn’t know how difficult the novel was. After writing more than 20,000 words, the novel was aborted at first. I have been a writer for more than ten years, but it is just a dream. The way of a writer is still too far away from me. Because since 1996, I have been teaching in the graduating class all the time. I just got to be a senior teacher in primary school, and at the same time I got to be a provincial Backbone Teacher in Sichuan province. My efforts were not in vain, so I started writing articles, it often makes me feel at a loss. The reform of education did not really liberate teachers, but increased the burden of teachers. Especially for the work of the graduating class, I had to do my best, so I just sigh for no reason that time is too stingy for me, and I have nothing to do with time. In my helpless spare time, I didn’t put down the pen in my hand. I was still doing what I liked to do, at the same time, I also deeply miss my extremely talented brother who died early in Na Ying. My elder brother Hua Zhijun (whose real name is Wu Yonglie) is a poet. He used to be a person I admire very much. He wrote a lot of proses and poems, as well as many ancient poems and couplets. It was a pity that his young life was lost because of various diseases. He published a collection of poems, a collection of children’s songs before his death, and several collections were favored by several publishers, but they were wasted because of his death, unfortunately, I failed to save a large number of his works. My brother once compiled a collection of poems by himself, which was named Angel, or God of love. I haven’t read this collection completely, but I am deeply impressed by its name. I conceived a sad love story last year, which was based on one of my good friends, so I borrowed the name of my brother’s poetry collection as the name of my novel, in this way, there is a novella angel, or the God of love. I borrowed this name to miss my brother, a very talented poet. Although I have done some novels, I didn’t expect to have a chance to make a collection today. This is a very happy thing for me, but I can’t feel at ease, if readers are willing to read these childish things in the collection, it will certainly delay the precious time of readers. If readers are unwilling to read this collection, I will feel a little sad more or less. However, ferry literature gave me such an excellent opportunity, but I couldn’t care so much. After all, with today’s collection, it is called “the God of Love. On March 4, 2008, Shu Yan recorded in baiyunxuan. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring

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