If reality prevents us from flying far away, we must strive for immediate survival, but we must keep a poetic and vast distance in our hearts. We can't go to the real distance, but we must stick to the vast world in our hearts.

We can't grasp the external things, the only thing we can grasp is the distance inside us.

Life will cultivate our secularity, and we must touch the earth, otherwise we will be regarded as marginal people who escape from secularity. Let life cultivate our secularity, but we must make ourselves yuppies, even if we are rich, we must play with our feelings.

Life is not far away, it lets us hear how the four seasons in the sea change, and let us know that spring is so short that she will never come again once, only once. Looking at the light flowing through the window, she reached out and touched it with her hand. The distance in her heart allows us to set off poems, make our thoughts stay on that day, and never change like a thread, so that all the clocks stop. You can hold a flower and wait for someone to take you wandering, or you can go to bed.

The distance between our hearts allows us to dream crazily, dreaming about things we dare not do and things we dare not think about. We can have many questions. Why is there a moon in the sky? Why is there a distance on the ground? Why are there tears in your eyes, making the world white? Why do the four seasons sing? Why grow up? Why are there so many walls?

Life, on the other hand, requires us to attack directly and react quickly all the time, because there is no chance to start over. Poetic distance makes you dream many times and correct your mistakes until you are perfect and invincible.

Life is hurried and tense. How to do ability to relax, how to be firm? In order to awaken the dreams and hopes of those teenagers and stop being sad, poetry and distance can take you away from that place for a while.

The world is too big, but we are too small. We flew high when we went, and we were very tired when we came back. There were stars all over the sky. Fortunately, there are poems accompanying the distant horizon.

Let's keep a pure land, send poems to distant places, and don't forget other beautiful things for the present.

Please accept it if you are satisfied ~