This is a strange job. Many people are in their positions but outside them. Most of them work part-time, stepping on two boats while doing their own main jobs to survive, on the other hand, we need to develop with arty and elegance, pretending to be a poet. For example, some netizens on the Internet now saw dogs biting people on the roadside. On a whim, the poem was published online: people don’t commit dogs, dogs don’t commit criminals, and if people commit them, dogs will bite them. In the future, this emperor regarded himself as a poet, and he was the one who opened his mouth and closed his mouth to everyone. His sour strength was comparable to that of immature apricot, and it was not illegal to sour others’ big teeth. Only a few people make a living by poetry, holding the thigh of writers association, get a Idle job, pay monthly, hand in their works monthly, and regard writing poems as a task assigned by their superiors. But even so, it is still difficult to support the family, so poets often write novels with a guest appearance. After all, nowadays novels are stars in various literary themes, and holding a star’s thigh is more profitable than writing a bunch of sour poems. In today’s society, everything can be bought and sold, which can be marked as commodity and put in the window or hung on the Internet for sale. Isn’t there a song called love buying and selling? Love can be bought and sold, let alone others. Poetry is sold by no one, because there is no market, no one buys it, and naturally it cannot be sold. Buying poems is not enough to wear them as decorations to show off. Hanging in the living room is not as elegant as antique calligraphy and painting. Therefore, poets can’t make a living by selling poems, just like they can’t solve food and clothing by drinking northwest wind. Therefore, poets should be poor but not poor. How many business tycoons and dignitaries have been created by market economy, can’t they extend an olive branch to poets unless they are determined to be lofty, I would rather be a poor man with full spirit and skinny body than put down my bad airs. I would rather call myself a fairy in the artistic conception of poetry than fall down to the waist for three or five bucket of rice, I don’t want to give in to the things outside my body that I don’t want to bring death or take away. Therefore, in addition to the victims, there are also poets among the starving ghosts. There are many kinds of poets, some of whom care about the sufferings of Li people. For example, Du Fu, a great poet, can still make thousands of rooms in Guangsha when he has no residence, A large number of people in the world who were in a cold state were crying happily for the sufferings of others. This kind of great benevolence and righteousness was really admirable; There were also people who didn’t care about the world, such as Tao Yuanming in Jin Dynasty, who hid himself in Sangtian, chasing the leisure life like an ideal paradise, occasionally picking chrysanthemum under the eastern fence, or going to the temple to chat with the old monk, it is really leisurely. Most ancient poets have their own political ideals. When they were young, they were vigorous and wanted to show their ambitions by fighting all kinds of battles. However, the officialdom was gloomy and corrupt, and they fought fiercely openly and secretly, it is difficult for Han Xuan to be a poet because of his unique lofty and integrity, so he retreated to be a good person, and said that he did not bend his waist for the five-bucket rice, and kept working with corrupt officials and officials, so as to make the poet’s face undamaged. In ancient times, imperial examination only took articles, which was beneficial to poets. However, the examination of civil servants now is not only about superficial articles, but also about deep articles, your background and economic conditions, which are exactly the shame of poets, in these days, who wrote poems with family wealth and power? Poor and poor, because of poor, they became sour. Therefore, the cut-off of this road makes poets become wild ghosts, full of ambitions can not be stretched, only in the poem is angry, in the poem to greet, maybe I can really write some good poems angrily. Painters are often easy to recognize, with long hair and shoulders, bright eyes and glitter, traveling around with easel, with the breath of vagrants and artists. Although poets and painters both belong to those who work hard for art, painters pay more attention to their own costumes, while poets seem casual. Neglect your own fields and leave them barren. They devoted all their energy to capturing inspiration. However, the butterfly of inspiration was not always available, so the poet waited for it. If he couldn’t do it, he would moan a few words without illness, fell in love with the floor, and expressed his sorrow for creating new words. Maybe the Muse loves to travel at night. After capturing this information, the poet will fall out in the daytime, just like a mouse, making the words sound in the dead of night. Sometimes they woke up from their sleep in the middle of the night, drawing out paper and pen to record the moment they met Muse in their dreams; Sometimes they didn’t come back all night, looking for rich inspiration from young women.

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