Original Preface to "The Journey of Inferiority":
It is hard to imagine that a person has never been inferior, even if he is the king. How can a person who has never had inferiority know that he is confident at this moment? Or arrogant? I wrote in a poem like this: "My inferiority complex is like a dream, and even the dream is not real enough."
The name of this collection of poems, "The Journey of Inferiority Coming", is not pessimistic, but joyful. You can be inferior to yourself and be confused, because this means that some things are confusing you and you cannot get out of it. In fact, everyone will do this. So successful people will have memoirs, inspirational stories, and legends.
My past life tells me that inferiority complex is like a seed. The deeper the roots, the higher the future they will grow. But it is obvious that life is not enough to have inferiority complex, but you also have to live an artistic and textured life. Otherwise, inferiority complex will become a grave that drowns your talents.
No matter what reason you are inferior to yourself, it is not worthy of pity. Because mercy will make you feel more inferior. Some people say that many people are obviously poor and have a little self-esteem. To be honest, I like the word "poor self-esteem". In my eyes, self-esteem is not different from wealth or wealth. Rich people are just using "poor self-esteem" to insult you.
The artistic sense of life comes from imagination. This kind of imagination is the happiness of drinking soy milk, which is the same as the happiness of him and red wine. And having texture means working hard to make something that you can touch, something real. If you can persist like this, you will find that you will no longer feel inferior. Those who speak big talk are the real inferiority people.
Many people cannot get rid of the environment and get rid of the illusory dreams. Just like you have some friends like this. I always talk about business of millions or tens of millions, but I never show the generosity I should be. I always talk about things like gods and ghosts, but I never really respect these things. They don't want you to expose them, they just want you to say yes.
But I finally tried to stop following like this, so why did I always say good? So don't follow.
I am not an educated person, nor a wise person. I want to be a sincere person. Who can be unbearable by emotions, who can be unaffected by the environment, and who can be omnipotent? No one is like this. That is to say, all those who deserve to be redeemed will not be completely redeemed or enlightened.
But we know very well that being trapped by emotions is a good direction. We work hard for it to control our lives and ourselves. I am very ashamed that I can't tell the specific reason for writing poetry, but in my opinion it was accidental. But I think this chance is still related to inferiority.
People who cannot speak in public are suitable for speaking on paper. I wrote some obscure poems that seemed to express my thoughts. In fact, it may be to show my abilities, but isn’t this my inferiority complex?
Nature does not write poetry, but it has created hundreds of millions of magical works. At first, a person's inferiority complex will be compared with the people around him, and will be improved a little, compared with nature, and finally compared with the universe. When he finally stared at the universe, he would still feel deeply ashamed of himself. Because he cannot get a satisfactory reply, and cannot convince the silent universe.
But he convinced himself through the universe. When he convinces himself, he often lives clearly and truly. No longer considering what is true inferiority, happiness, true confidence, and arrogance. Everything is natural. Calm when it’s time to be calm, angry when it’s time to be angry. You are the most casual at this time. After the journey begins, nothing is more cruel to people than hesitation. The hesitant always has less and less time and no results. The reason why I hate myself is probably that I always hesitate a lot.
Her self-esteem may be the reason for hesitation. Sometimes I think that after writing this collection of poems or essays, I will no longer write anything. Because most of the things in the world are well aware of. Writers simply describe things from their own perspectives. But this description is indeed valuable.
I won’t be in a hurry for how long my inferiority journey will take. Because the answer is clear. The more anxious you are, the more you will lose something.Always remember that it is better to meet each other than to meet each other forever. The joy we feel when we meet someone is often like a flash in the pan. This is why the poet said: "If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sadly painting a fan?"
Many times, our inferiority complex is redundant. The face will eventually grow old, but we strive for whiteness, tenderness and smoothness, so why not pursue things that last longer than the face. Of course, love for beauty is a life of self-love. But once you are too overdo it, you will be too inferior.
You try to recall your inferiority complex. What are you wrong? For example, food, beauties, work...but I believe you will smile now. You should understand that this is the true meaning of inferiority complex. Your past shortcomings are just a word, and this is called "inferiority". If you are willing to move forward politely with it, the world will not scold you. They will give you a way out and let you go. Because they have also been inferior. Love can also be said to be born from these common moral ethics. Love is not born, it is customary.
I hope I use "inferiority" to write poetry, but you see all the beauty I have experienced. Just like many people exclaimed: "Wow, this building is so tall." But they often don't think that this building was watered with sweat. Cement is a tool, sweat is the soul of cement. Don't be afraid to give sweat, because wings will grow in sweat and wounds.
So I don’t recommend your inferiority complex, and I don’t recommend your confusion. But I stare at your weakness, your hypocrisy, your lies, your arrogance. I keep staring at you with these poems. Because poetry will not fear people, because writing will not fear people. I stare at you, I don't believe you will be indifferent.
inferiority
—— spiritual escaper
I believe my inferiority is precious
I smile
People in the world are lucky
Don’t believe it, look carefully
I am looking up to you at this moment!
Love of Light
--Spiritual Escape
When lightning strikes again
What comes with light
is light
is not terrible--
All light has the same essence
Don't be afraid of the way it exists
Just like your life
Facing the light, facing the light
Against the light
All you have to surprise people around
Tell them that there is always something
Love for you is insurmountable
I love you
Even if you are not born
But when I write this sentence
You must stare into my eyes
I didn’t lie
I love you
I also love all the mothers in the world
loneliness is singing
—Lingdie
Asan sing lonely
Is loneliness lonely?
The darkness extends from the basement of Beijing
I never dare to touch
Never dare to -
Where the wind blows
Wherever it is lonely
Loneliness is a deserted duck sitting alone in the rain
Can't fly up, nor dare to land
I squat here
accompany it with The sky confronts
The black crow melts into this night
No one can find
And I, suddenly here
Anyone can see
But who really understands
I miss who is my loneliness
But when I don’t even have the name I miss
I doubt whether I am really lonely?
The straight train track extends to the distance
Tell me, don't doubt loneliness
You can't see the distance, but there is still far away
One day, I will use my own tears
Heat all the cold and humid basement
Heat my own loneliness
From now on, don't hold a grudge
Loneliness will not bloom, Asan has walked away
There is only one kind of lonely road in the world
The road I have walked, you are still walking
I haven't walked, you still have to walk
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Everything is not late
--Spiritual
Dirt on the body
Just take a bath
Spiritual dirt
peeling cramps sometimes weak
This is the reason why I am afraid
This is the reason why I calm down
No stranger who asks for reward
I thank you for your help
pretending to be a powerful person
What you give others
Get what you get yourself
You give her dirt
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You get her dirt
After she dies, her dirt is also in your bone marrow
You give her art
You get her art
After she dies, her art is also in your bone marrow
Not all light illuminates the night
Because the spectrum is so limited
But just like scientific development
The spectrum we see is getting more and more
No brightness, there is also temperature
There is light
So friends in the dark ml3
You have to grow eyes that can see light
Even if you imagine it, it's good to have an imagination
Everything is not late
Light particles We whisper quietly
Tell those people who haven't gotten together
Let's start now
I want to tell you a fact
When passing by you
I always feel inexplicable happiness
We are all real artists
We perform real art
No matter how late the night, we all welcome those who return on the moon and moon
