I remember a poet who admired his predecessors wrote such a meaningful sentence for me on the title page of a collection of poems presented to me: "In the process of lingering with the Muse, you will gradually realize that the world always makes the best things very lonely, very lonely ..." Looking back now, I have gone through a long road of life for more than 50 years, and finally feel that it is desolate, tragic and even. I know that with my weak and dull pen, it is impossible to perfectly depict the magnificent picture of life and vast nature through the back of the paper. It is more difficult to see through the complex meaning and essence of life. The writing of life, for each of us, has a different bumpy and tortuous trajectory, producing or completely different profound feelings, so it is also worth writing down.

Since my childhood, I have been standing under the towering derrick of my father's mine, constantly casting confused and questioning eyes on the endless, vast and magical outside world. Then, in the book China's View of Ancient Literature, which I recite every day, I secretly look for an answer to a child's initial stage. In the realm of Tang and Song poetry, I feel the happiness of life and the so-called depression, which creates a rough illusion in my extremely naive thinking. It was precisely because there were too many fantasies and feelings at that time that many gorgeous balloons, painted with colorful sunshine, danced in the sky and always burst.

However, many wonderful life scenes in my youth are still attached to the kind, severe and even cruel eyes of my aunt, the first teacher of literary enlightenment. I will never forget and never give up, even though her old man has passed away for many years. Up to now, I will always miss those yellowed books, rough yellow paper, bare pencils, and ancient Chinese poems and poems that I shake my head every night ... Funny and lucky, my ugly aunt is a fake Manchu "National High School" graduate and has always been in high spirits. Therefore, she chose me as the seed of this family to inherit the hope of our family culture. But after all, time is short and hasty. Before she could really taste the mellow and meaningful taste of classical literature, she naturally walked into the modern primary school classroom. Her old man's heart was higher than the sky and her life was thinner than paper, and she regretted that she died young in China and Britain. As a result, the ups and downs of life suddenly poured down, so that my initial dream, budding youth, was quietly hidden in the unforgettable 15-year-old annual ring and began to embark on the dream journey of life.

This is a distant and ethereal dream. It is snowing heavily in the sky, and the ground is covered with strange and mysterious pallor, which brings a bit of innocence and loneliness to the mountain forest in my sight and the teenager who trudges silently in the wilderness alone.

During the wasted years of working and exercising in the vast world, when I was forced to learn to be lonely, I was forced to hide in the corner to comfort myself. When I am frustrated, I let all my irritability escape to the deep heart and secretly swallow my bitter and mournful tears. Then, cheer up, hold your unyielding head high and light the fire of hope in the bleak world with a handsome and open-minded smile.

In the years when I like dreaming, every sentimental life is weaving its own winter fairy tale. What is warmth, what can sit by the fire and think deeply, and what is daydreaming in the birch forest in the north, which can not only melt others, but also touch their own spiritual enjoyment. This is the most extravagant comfort for a young artist at that time. Stories about gold diggers, loggers and hunters all became the heavy contents of the original diary. And the river that has flowed through my hometown for many years. The long, winding and quiet mountain road always makes me look forward to my dreams. Of course, there is also love, which is a primitive, naive or absurd lifelong unforgettable love bred in the collective life of young people ... although it is short, it makes me feel the true meaning of a person's life.

The mountains are heavy with water, and it seems that every day you can hear the faint footsteps of the soul coming from the mountains, subtle, sonorous and powerful. The dark clouds dispersed, and the sunshine that occasionally shone on the earth finally shone into the mind of an educated youth. Resolutely raise your head, slowly, but calmly and obstinately stand up your fiery chest, and go to the solemn mountains, beautiful forests and boundless realm full of magical temptations without hesitation, and gush out passionate and gorgeous initial lines from your heart.

In autumn, is there another confusion behind the sudden appearance of "Wuhuashan Mountain"? On the rugged mountain road where fruits must be harvested, will there suddenly be a layer of confusing fog because of the accumulation of bitter years for thousands of years? Leaves fall in succession, giving people profound philosophical enlightenment, and Korean pine stands upright, making people realize the value of a spirit. Life is always tenacious and beautiful, and nature is full of vitality. Everything contains the creation of vitality and vigor, and will faithfully contribute a simple love to this world. Therefore, when this young man grew up in a poor and humble environment in the big forest, he unconsciously began to explore with his clumsy but sincere voice in the spring of his life journey, and sprinkled a strong and intense song all the way.

Maybe one day, there will be a gust of wind in Shan Ye, which will bring this unscrupulous singing to a vast world and melt into the lonely and quiet vastness. At that time, don't forget that there was a lonely shadow, standing firmly in the mountains, singing a never-ending song for a spiritual journey with lifelong love and persistence.

I deeply know: through the ages, no one will never die, and no one's voice will never linger and never die. However, as long as you are firmly born, love, write and sing, then your spirit will be eternal!