Essays and poems about family, career, affection, friendship and love in recent years. The writing is concise and beautiful, which is really embarrassing. This is an emotional explosion and a way for readers to enter the young writer.
Let us deeply understand the difficulty and persistence of this "snail" in the book.
/kloc-in October, it rained heavily on the streets of Guangzhou. Wrapped in a blanket, I hid under the eaves of other people's homes alone, and by the light of street lamps, I was homesick and wept, while turning over my diary and poems. I'm afraid to go to any hotel or inn. I don't buy anything except food and tickets. Ideal is always too far away, hunger is always too long, progress is always weak, and shouts are always strong. I dare not go home, and I don't know how to retreat. I cry because I love poetry, because I only have poetry.
Tonight, watching the rain outside the door as it did many years ago. The rain in Shanghai is as beautiful as before. I'm glad I finally gave up soberly.
Sometimes memory is also a kind of beauty, and giving up is another kind of pursuit, just depending on what kind of vision or attitude we use to look at the same problem. "(Memory is also a kind of beauty)
From the narration of these words, I seem to see a shadow wandering around, in the boundless fields, in the vast plains, in the empty desert, on the thorny mountains. The sun sets and the earth is vast, but this shadow is still on the road. Neon lights flashing, busy streets, bags behind like the wind, only holding the bright moonlight hanging in the sky. The wind is sad at night, and people cry all over the world. Looking up at my hometown, the mountains are cold and the clouds are misty. When can I come back to you, parents? As Xu Yunlong, a young writer, wrote in "One's Travel", "The biggest feeling is that I have been a snail for so many years, and you (his wife) and your family are like shells. If life is a trip, I think I always make full preparations for the trip and carry my home on my back every time. Man himself is a strange hermaphrodite, both painful and happy. While I am enjoying the happiness with my relatives and lovers, I am also losing my poor inferiority in my personal free space. I always thought that my happiness and your hand in hand came from the man who sacrificed himself in the eyes of outsiders. "
There is no denying that Xu Yunlong, a young writer, has worked too hard and tired these years, and the heavy burden has made him
Crawling like a snail is slow and laborious.
"When Juan first came to my house, there were only two cabins in my house. This is also the case.
Air leaks everywhere. Because my father just died and my mother was in poor health, I never had any money left.
Pretending to be lofty and treating money like dirt, A Juan can't see any worse. At that moment, I realized that sometimes dirt is also a kind of nutrition.
Mom took out 160 yuan that I had saved since I didn't know when as a gift for A Juan. I can't wait to find a hole to get into. A Juan refused to accept her mother's money, so I just stood there, wondering whether I should persuade A Juan to put it away. Finally, A Juan accepted because of her mother's insistence. In the evening, A Juan and I live in the back room of those two straw houses, and my mother lives in a neighbor's house. It was unusually hot those days. There is no electricity and no electric fan. A Juan and I shook the banana fan. In the dark, we said without saying a word, what will happen if we get rich in the future? A Juan slapped me fifty times, and I slapped her 150 times with a banana fan. I smiled and said, I will definitely return what A Juan gave me. "(loving home begins with being afraid of your wife)
There is no record to show what is the biggest embarrassment of men? Is it poverty, hunger, spiritual emptiness, or a bleak future and helplessness to one's own environment? When a seven-foot man faces his beloved woman, he can't give him a simple wedding, and even no relatives and friends come to congratulate him on his wedding. A man in another world must face these feelings that hit his heart.
These are very real descriptions in the articles of Xu Yunlong, a young writer. Yunlong must be an honest man and a doorman.
I have worked as a porter, a builder and a Spider-Man, all of which are high-risk, hard and lowest-level jobs. Yunlong did not regard these as his own shame and the laughing stock of others. On the contrary, these hardships in life became the source of his future career and writing success. Suffering promotes change, responsibility promotes progress, and will makes him succeed step by step.
Liang Shuming once said: "In the time and moment of life, what you can't relax is how to treat yourself. If you can't do anything for yourself, then you can't do anything. " This really touches the root of the problem. Especially at present, in the face of the noise of the reform wave, the world is advancing by leaps and bounds, and the information explosion in modern society makes people's thoughts restless. How many people have lost themselves, lost their direction, and moved away from their original, original heart. It's not just small interests that can shake a person's faith. In the world of mortals, drifting with the tide, fame and fortune, intrigue and intrigue, the light of writing is no longer my fair lady in the eyes of talented people and beautiful women, but a gentleman is a good water side. There are fewer and fewer people who are clearly self-interested. As the manager of several enterprises and the boss of a huge group company, Yunlong didn't give up writing even though he wandered around the world. His dream of becoming a poet one day should have appeared at card tables, wine tables and various social occasions, but he was alone, very quiet and often stayed in his blog until midnight. This cannot but say that others are special.
"In the world of people's hearts, people are like this." But it is not easy, but it is extraordinary after entering the realm. To this end, Wang Yangming had such an explanation, "The essence of everything covering heaven and earth is clear mind, and in the final analysis, it is a matter of personal heart. Lu Jiuyuan also said: "Nothing outside the Tao is the Tao. "Obviously, we should really understand the meaning of life, the true meaning of life. You must enter a world of hearts.
The article is a story telling and a whisper of people's hearts. Walking Snail is the life experience of Xu Yunlong, a young writer. In my opinion, the integration of his writing skills and thoughts has reached a considerable height.
"When I woke up, I found the bed full of moonlight, and the moon was on the window lattice, gently shining on us.
I haven't seen such soft moonlight for a long time. The civilization of the city makes us as far apart as the stars and the moon. A while ago, I always got up in the middle of the night to write a blog, but I never found the moon so close to us. Perhaps, the distance between the moon and us, like fate, is always between shaking hands and waving, between gathering and parting, between casual and casual, between passing by, between love and not love. "(Is life just a wait? )
There are two poems in Yuan Haowen of Jin Dynasty, which say, "Heart painting is always distorted, and the article would rather see people again"! What do you mean? In other words, if a person's article is not true from the heart, it will show hypocrisy in front of the world. To this end, Lu Xun also said: "When disillusionment comes, it is no longer the truth in falsehood, but the falsehood in truth." As far as Yunlong's words are concerned, it is not disillusionment, but being completely naked and white in the waves.
The beauty of literature lies in its words, its image, and more importantly, its significance. A world with tasteless language must be a hard and lifeless world. Dry Kun in the book, heart on paper. It is not a trivial matter for readers to gain the favor of language and understand its secrets. Jia Pingwa, a famous contemporary writer, once said: "Just like walking on the road, the road is tortuous. They are just trees standing at the corner of the road, which makes me clear the direction. I can catch my breath and enjoy the cool, or the trees grow well and have beautiful calls on them. " It can be seen that the success of an article, the beauty and chewiness of the language, is as light as a step.
A good essayist is a traveler and a walker. He just wrote down the circumstances and feelings of life truthfully. This situation may be common, this feeling may be common, but it is all his own. In these ordinary and ordinary, it shows the true nature, "from the relaxed nature, from the nature, it seems that there is such a saying in heaven and earth, just what you said" (Lin Yutang's language). It's wonderful, but it's not that easy to do. It can only be a person who has a will since enlightenment, not a civilized person under the guidance of a master.
Xu Yunlong, a young writer, can be said to be a gifted writer. When he was young, he "won two rooms", but he dropped out of school at the age of sixteen, relying entirely on his own understanding of literature, years of affection for words, and enthusiastic will. His language, humor, humor, first reading, sometimes makes people laugh, or a person snickers. Read it again, its heavy side will gradually appear, and finally you will find that these words were salvaged from his tears and suffering. It is natural for a heavy heart to shed tears from her eyes.
In other words, its meaning is not above words, but below words, with mountains under mist and huge waves under still waves.
I am even more grateful to Yunlong for his sincere feelings of husband and wife. His wife, sworn brother, elderly mother and father who died for many years are all the objects of his concern and concern after work, and their feelings are sincere and sincere. Couples who have been married for decades are still like first love. The eldest brother who helped him is still thinking about it. He is really a sentient person, so that he can always be grateful and leave his heart on paper.
"Dear wife, weight:
From the moment humans use electronic scales, I finally feel that you and I are getting old after dusk and early morning. I looked down on you before, wife. I'm sorry. I always thought that people's praise for accurate weight was directed at me, not at me. And you, just a little foil. Now I know that all success comes from perfect cooperation with you. Without you, that string of numbers is so pale and powerless. Without you, all praise will turn into satire and ridicule. "
Love must be managed hard-a letter from balance beam to weight.
"In countless Jiangnan, we have good memories of getting along day and night. Juan, although we don't have much money, life is so romantic and poetic. Once, holding your hand in the palm of your hand, A Juan, was a lot of inexplicable likes and impulses. For this reason, I have cried and laughed silently. I cried because I was stupid; I laughed,
Because I love/A Juan ...
That time, it was also in the chilly March of spring. I went to Shanghai and you went to Yancheng, where I gave birth to you and raised you. It's midnight. We broke up. Juan, I held you in my arms that night. How I wish that time would stop and my thoughts would take root. That night, Jiangnan, Jiangnan station, the small platform of the station, ah, how lonely your figure is. I'm afraid that we will miss each other that night. Altair is so far away that Vega can't meet the river the next day. If, if, we can't meet this time, Juan, please remember that every year on Tanabata, I will miss you deeply on the other side of Tianhe. Juan, I hope to see you. The car started slowly, and at the moment of waving through the window, A Juan, A Juan.
Compared with his prose. I prefer his poems. He is not so much a prose writer as a real poet.
The poems of Xu Yunlong, a young writer, are rare at present. The language is simple but not dull, and the rhythm is clear but not astringent. Images are random and not deliberate, not to mention showing off the originality of poetic art and creating new words. But deliberately let poetry return to simplicity and simplicity. There is no doubt that it is extremely dangerous for him to do so. As we all know, simplicity may mean shallowness, and simplicity may lead to poverty. This undoubtedly added a lot of writing difficulty to him. But he enjoys it and doesn't intend to change the existing writing style, because he knows that only in this way can he express his feelings and awaken people's sincere feelings about ordinary things. In order to see the world and the mind. This is what we often say: silence is so far away, elephants have no elephants, make wishes loudly, beauty is invisible, and love is boundless; Truth can be recognized, but it is not necessarily a well-known truth.
Ai Qing has such a famous saying in "On Poetry": "I have rich life interest and produce real poetry"! If anger makes a poet, then wandering can also make a poet. Yunlong has been wandering since he dropped out of school at sixteen. From his hometown Huai 'an to the day he left, his footsteps never stopped. He was dusty all the way and pulled a long face. What he lost was the old times, what he got was an unrepeatable process, and what he pursued was the dream of a poet in his heart.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Thinking
"Loneliness is the green grass in Gansu.
Looking forward to the pair of walking shoes in the dew
Missing is a mottled word on the tablet.
Can't wait to redraw the greetings from relatives with a pen.
It was written on everyone's face when they came.
Grateful for nostalgia
Every bundle of burnt paper money is printed.
Bless the relatives on the other side
Life is a one-way trip.
Living may be a practice of atonement.
If life is a kind of happiness
Why are we crying?
If death is a kind of pain
Why do people walk with a smile?
If heaven is not so beautiful,
Why don't people who have been there come back? "
Yunlong has many good poems, all of which I particularly like, but this one is my favorite. The poem begins with green weeds. "Wildfire never completely devours them, but they grow taller in the spring breeze." Although humble and weak, but tenacious, persistent, calm, willing to be lonely, not sad. Many literati and poets regard it as a symbol of life. Green year after year, as if just waiting for the footsteps of those who come, even if I crush my spine, I have no regrets, because it is my consistent character and style to be a ladder and a paving stone. The poet skillfully uses metaphors and asks questions with compassion, which is very appropriate and cannot but make people admire his superb poetic skills.
"Life is a one-way trip. Perhaps it is a kind of atonement. "
It is countless journeys that make a person's life. Not the end. All I care about is the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery. But in the end, whether you are an emperor or a common people, different processes and experiences will move in the same direction. In a sense, what matters is the process. Not the result. If life is a kind of happiness/why do we come crying/if death is a kind of pain, why does everyone go with a smile/if heaven is not so beautiful/why don't people who have been there come back?
a dirty night
"Starless moonless night.
dark clouds
Dating a dark cloud
The coldness of childbirth rain
After a long time
alley
There is a man.
Dragging the shadow of loneliness
The face is as melancholy as rain. "
Rainy Night is one of the most classic poems of Yunlong. I don't know what happened to the poet in those days. There were no stars and no moon, and dark clouds dated with dark clouds. Time is just an abstract concept here. The lonely poet dragged a long shadow. Although he is in the hustle and bustle of downtown, his soul trudges on the boundless desolation. The rain on his face affects a heavy life. Between the distant memory and the uncertain future, the long alley is still the road of his life, the sad front, the journey that he can't completely get rid of, and where is home.
Buddha said: "Don't say, don't say, once you say it, it is wrong." Derrida, a western philosopher, also said that "the invisible black light' shows' the phenomena that are not shown, and' symbolizes' the intangible or the intangible, and all passionate and creative ideas are born in this black light. Brother, "Dark clouds' date' with dark clouds not only with cold rain, but also with thunderous lightning. Change is the moment you change your mind. When I wake up, the sun shines outside the window. " Human law, law heaven, law heaven, law nature. (Laozi) ","Those who are agreeable to you can't be described in words. " (Zhuangzi)!
Write to Juan
"The car stereo will be repeated.
You hold my hand.
The smile on the lip corner has fallen asleep.
The story of Liang Zhu becoming a butterfly.
Reverberating in a narrow space
There is too much suffering in the world.
Need each other's strength
There is too much separation in the world.
Need each other
Warm shoulders
There are too many misunderstandings in the world.
Need each other's
excuse
There are too many vulnerabilities in the world.
Need us to carry it together
There are too many roads in the world.
Need us
Go hand in hand. "
Scheler also said, "What makes our hearts surge? ... is a pair of spiritual eyes, that is to believe. True faith can never see the mysterious voice. All sacred languages are symbolic and have no clear reference. There is only God in the West and conscience in the East.
The ancients said, "Stand up like an elephant and do your best"! All emotions come from people's perception of objects, images or non-image worlds. In other words, wood can't feel anything. Strangers' feelings about strange things and things are very different from those of familiar people and familiar things and things. A person without love can't be compared with a person with love, but is cultivated in a caring environment. Poetry is the commander-in-chief of the five senses, and the external feelings depend on the poet's heart to sublimate. All good poems are expressions of emotion!
A Juan is the wife of Xu Yunlong, a young writer. They have been married for nearly twenty years and have a son and a daughter under their knees. I have read many poems and essays written by Yunlong to his wife, both in quantity and length. Although the original night is gone, the original scene seems to be yesterday. In the low valley of Yunlong's life, it was A Juan's unswerving attitude that gave Yunlong a place to live and let his wandering heart and injured wings breathe instantly. Never forget the friendship between the poor and the lowly, and the wife of the dross will never leave the court. There are too many hardships in the world/we need each other's strength/there are too many separations in the world/we need each other's warm shoulders. After decades of caring and caring for each other, their love life tree is not old and evergreen. In front of family and colleagues, in Yunlong's articles and poems, A Juan is called a beauty most of the time, which is obviously the highest praise for A Juan. This is a compliment. From the heart, of course. How enviable.
There are many poems written for Juan:
"Without commitment, I can't hold you tighter/without you/my world/it will always be a snowy winter/my lover, we are only a stone's throw away/I miss you all the time/I hope this life will last forever/just like a tree at the door/deep-rooted leaves holding hands (especially love you).
"If I were that cloud/you are the vast sky above me/whether I indulge or wander/your tolerant mind will/pave the way for me to go home." (I can't live without you)
And many, many more. . . . . .
Zhang Yuanshan said in "Miracle of Chinese": "A person with profound thoughts is best to study philosophy; A person with transcendental intelligence might as well write fables; A passionate person is suitable for writing novels; A person with trivial feelings can write prose; A person who wants to be a great poet should not only have all the above talents, but also have talents in language and form. Poets are self-evident language masters. " Heidegger also said, what does "language" mean? "Language" is associated with such feelings as trance, trance, ecstasy and so on.
Poetry is the highest expression of literary language. If a poem or a collection of poems is not flexible enough in language and concise enough in thought and philosophy, then such a poem or a collection of poems is presented to readers as a pool of stagnant water and tasteless! Poetry is the process of turning rice into wine. The essence of this language lies not in the hard work acquired, but in the innate feeling of words. What we can do the day after tomorrow is to keep improving. But if you don't cherish it and don't work hard the day after tomorrow, it is a waste of this talent. In other words, a successful poet must have a certain talent and an innate genetic code that is super sensitive to words. A real poet can't learn, and you can't be a real poet if you work hard!
Poetry without literary talent is plain poetry, and poetry without emotion is an empty accident. What about poetry without thoughts? If a poet has no thoughts, only emotions and wonderful language, it is very terrible. Probably just follow your heart and follow the crowd. Without thinking, you have no characteristics and personality, and you can only sing other people's songs with your own tongue. Emotion cannot be without thought, and emotion without thought is superficial. Deep feelings come from deep values. The combination of lofty values and deep feelings can produce noble thoughts. Only in this way can poetry belong to the poet's own soul. So as to sublimate to the true truth!
In the comments on Yunlong's prose, it is mentioned that his language is extremely talented. Where are his poems? Of course, so is it!
Beautiful, without any rough feeling, and easy to read. Bring endless enjoyment to readers.
Listen to the hopeful voice.
"20 1 1 I am wearing pure desire from Guangzhou.
And a folk poet's hat.
There is great hope of driving to Shenzhen.
And five poets of the year
In the burning auditorium
There are eyes, nose and ears
And shadows.
Listen to the voice of the king together.
Poetry cries because of poverty behind the curved spine.
I made a bead chain from my ribs and secretly gave it to the king.
I hope to buy a tombstone for poetry.
Half for love and half for dreams.
Great hopes are accompanied by warm applause and thin plane tickets.
Pack me and all my troubles.
Then mail it.
I hid in the package and licked the poem, which flowed like a virgin.
Unexplained expectations
And holiness
Listen to the voice of hope. "
Zhu Guangqian pointed out in "On Poetry": "The realm of poetry begins with inspiration. Inspiration is not mysterious, it is intuition, that is,' imagination', which is what Zen calls' enlightenment'. " The realm of poetry is the fusion of interest and image. Interest comes from feeling, starts from self, and can be experienced but cannot be described; Images are taken care of, originated from foreign objects and described by images. There are not only differences between them, but also gaps that are difficult to cross naturally. How to jump over the gap from subjective interest to objective image is a difficulty that poetry and other arts must overcome. If you think about it a little, this difficulty is finally overcome. This is really a miracle! "
Listening to the King's Voice is Yunlong's new work after attending "201KLOC-0/China Annual Poets' Poetry Meeting and Shenzhen King's Poetry Festival". There is no special image, but it tells the real world of a poet's heart. It can't be said that the poet is trying his best to shape the image. At this time, we will suddenly find that a kind of macro thinking about poetry has been added to Yunlong's poems.
It turned out that Yunlong appeared in this poetry seminar as a director of China Tianwen Poetry Research Association and the annual editorial board of Poetry Exploration.
According to the young writer Xu Yunlong's own words, "I am not only happy, but also grateful. I am just a newcomer who is little known in the field of poetry. I hope I can make some contributions to the exploration of poetry in the future. "
It is undeniable that this is a praise for Yunlong's continuous efforts and poetic achievements over the years.
Absolutely.
-Sichuan writer Wang Xiaosi (Kunlun Poetry) preface.
I've always wanted to use a book to record my life and the mental journey of my youth for a certain period of time. I have experienced ups and downs in various entanglements, some from work and some from life.
I miss the happy time when I was a child, with my righteous brother Oriental Youlong, my third brother Oriental Xiaoyu and my fourth brother Oriental Shaoxia. Sometimes being poor and happy is also a kind of happiness. My brother's dream is to be a beautician, my third brother's dream is to be a singer, and my fourth brother wants to be a killer after reading too many novels by Gu Long. He dresses himself up like a character in a novel all day. And I also stubbornly overreached and wanted to be a poet.
Many years later, Yi Ge didn't realize his dream of being a beautician, but he became an entrepreneur with nearly 1,000 employees earning millions a year. Third brother didn't become a singer, but he became the department head of a company. Fourth brother didn't become a killer. He built a villa in his hometown, bought a house in Beijing and became the chairman of his own property company. After wandering in such a city, I also moved my company headquarters to Shanghai, and went back to Shanghai Jiaotong University to study for an EMBA to continue my studies and fulfill my original dream.
We may all be walking snails.
Walking on the road to the door of dreams
Although it will be slow.
But we will definitely get closer and closer to our dreams.
Pour out your heart (Xu Yunlong in the eyes of friends)
Wen \ Chi Yuhong
-A brief analysis of the poet Xu Yunlong's "Youth Without Regret" dedicated to Deng Wen.
one
you
He is a gold digger.
You pack your bags and continue on your way tomorrow morning.
Go home tired at dusk.
If you have anything to say,
Remember to pack your bags.
We're always here.
bless
two
Do you dream with words you are good at when no one is around?
Or turn dreams into words.
Chew one by one.
Did you find out?
Youth is sour.
Still sour words.
Let's drink to the fate of our classmates.
I haven't raised my glass yet.
I find myself indulging in your honesty.
three
Turn yourself into a thinker.
You suddenly realize how far you can see.
Not how tall you are.
It's about whether you
You can stand on the shoulders of giants.
Many happy
Not how much you get.
It's that you want less
So the confusion is in your mind.
Low tide like the sea.
four
Since we can't prolong life.
Then we ...
Expand her width.
Shake your hand and shake it again.
I find
Your palm
Except for sweating a little.
There is also the tolerance of the whole hand and the vicissitudes of youth.
five
Even if a flower blooms only for a moment.
Also want to
Open a flash in the pan of beauty
Even if two people know each other for one day.
You will also
Cherish that brief encounter.
When you hit the road.
Be covered by persistence
The target is on the branch in front of you.
Smile at you.
six
Others are still dreaming.
Always explore the road
You're already in the middle of nowhere
Go ahead without fear of difficulties
The others are still under the covers.
musing
You are already in trouble.
Phoenix Nirvana
seven
I forgot to tell you.
sometimes
Wine is the shell of a snail.
Don't expect it to dispel loneliness.
Because lonely wine is bigger than you.
When you wake up, you will find.
Loneliness is still a deeper concern.
eight
When our pockets are full
You will find that your mind is empty.
When we get something,
You will find it in another place.
We lost a lot again.
God is fair.
We are just confused.
nine
if
Let me find the secret of your success.
I can't find anything.
because
Innocence is in your face.
A kind flower
add
A grateful flower
Printed into a shallow smile
The poet Xu Yunlong's poem is divided into nine paragraphs, and the words are just right, which goes deep into the reader's heart, such as stirring the heartstrings in summer. "Bag full of blessings", "Drunk in frankness", "Confusion recedes like the sea in your heart", "Naive face \ is a kind of \ plus a gratitude \ seal turns into a shallow smile" ... I have to appreciate the poet's skill in choosing words and sentences, such as hugging. Dai Shu, a famous poet, wrote a poem, "I listen to the air and the wind in a word, and the fallen leaves listen to your footsteps." The words of the poet Yunlong are a voice to pour out.
This poem is easy to understand, with sincere feelings, natural simplicity, pure feelings and profound thinking and understanding of society and life. It is not difficult to see that the protagonist in the article is a successful career and a lover of words. A feeling of loss permeates every long day and night, grinding loneliness into a pebble and thinking it in the palm of his hand.
Wen Ruren, after knowing Mr. Xu Yunlong, read kindness, tolerance and kindness between his lines. His Snail and Spider-Man, seemingly ordinary poems, give people a kind of hot and heavy feeling. Poets speak with their hearts and describe with their souls. The character of poetry is also a person's character. He was once moved by Yunlong's mood. "It's better to honor your parents at home than to seek Buddha thousands of miles away", "With a grateful heart, an tolerant heart and a heart of repaying kindness" ... It is precisely because of his character that he can find that "shake your hand again, and I find that there is a slight sweat in your hand.
The famous poet Mr. Sang Heng said, "Good poetry is painful." Reading Yunlong's poems, let us read a kind of pain, which is branded in our hearts, shallow and faint.
"When we find that our pockets are full, we will find that our minds are empty ... The gains and losses are in direct proportion, just as the poet said with a generous mind that God is fair, but we are confused. In fact, each of us is reading an order or a dim window, telling the truth with a bright or dark soul.
Even if the moon is willing to soothe your betrayal.
Like to be alone with you for thousands of years.
Why are the towering five mountains
I can't get rid of the heavy shackles on your shoulders
Did you get blown away?
A beautiful faint voice
In thousands of performances,
live forever
-Chi Yuhong Shandong writer and poet!
Following the Walking Snail, in the spring of 20 12, Xu Yunlong published his own collection of poems "Youth Without Regret" in the expectation of his poetry friends. At the same time, as editor-in-chief/producer, in March of the same year, he also published "Recalling Poetic Youth" by the Department of Poetry and Humanities, planned and published "Selected Poems of Tongji Ten Years", and held "Love the Future-"in Shishang Bar. On August 25th, the sick He Dou donated money to the poor children who dropped out of school in Cangxi County, Guangyuan City, Sichuan Province. On August 25th, Li Riyue went to Cangxi to study.
"Mom" is a poem written by the famous poet Xu Yunlong to his mother, directed by young director Li Changqi, composed and sung by Long Zhixiang, and played by Yang Zhai, Xu Qiaoqin, president of Shanghai Jiaotong University, and Wang Jingyan, president of Shanghai Jiaotong University.
Lyrics lyricist, whose works include "Mom" and "The Moment Before Breaking Up".