
Recording Events in the Human World
人间录事
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 326k Words
- Genre
- Short Story
- Audience
- Female
- Subgenre
- Poetry & Prose
- Updated
- 10d ago
- Source
- Qidian
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Over the years, I have traveled all over the country, come and go in the wind and rain, and have written poems about the hardships of life and the emotions in my heart. Not for fame, just to record a period of life. Respect heaven, respect hometown, respect yourself and never bow your head
Write life into poetry ★I am a lovebird Over the years, I have traveled all over the world, come and go in wind and rain, and have written poems about the hardships of life and the emotions in my heart. Not for fame, just to record a period of life. Respect God, respect your hometown, and respect yourself without bowing your head. In the beginning, I just wrote casually. I wrote whatever I felt after watching the drama, what I was thinking in my dreams, looking at the moon in a foreign country, and worrying about my heart. Later, I wrote more and more deeply, writing about running through the wind and rain, about brothers walking together, about the deep love for my hometown, about my gratitude to my mother, and about my own character of being poor but getting stronger and not falling into the clouds. I don't have a very high literary talent, I don't pursue magnificence, I don't seek fame, I only write what I see with my own eyes, what I experience personally, and what I feel from the bottom of my heart. Every poem is a period of time; every sentence is a period of mood. I have suffered, been tired, and been confused, but I have always kept writing. Poetry is not my pastime, it is my companionship, my voice, and my truest record of the years. Along the way, the poems are in my writing and the road is in my feet. February 13, 2026 in Shihezi