The Half-Life of a Downtrodden Poet

After half a lifetime of ups and downs, middle age fell into ordinary duty. Living in poverty and poverty, I refused to lose the pen and ink in my heart. I could improvise poems just by looking at flowers and clouds. My memories are filled with the fireworks of my youth and the ups and downs of my life. He was never discouraged even though he was at the lowest point. He wrote about the joys and sorrows of ordinary people and asked about the way forward and where is the destination of life.