这是一部个人诗集和散文，大部分灵感来自生活写真。
早年时节，初上社会，年轻气盛，消磨时光，轻狂烂漫，竟然也催生了妄想。
每每成长一点，就天昏地暗，忙晕头转向，生活迷失了航向，便在美和不美之间彷徨。
整理旧时资料，翻开过去，才感叹时光似飞箭，岁月无情。
人生太短，也太长，没什么再可留恋，唯独堆砌了一些毫无意义的文字符号。
文字单独的时候只是个符号，堆砌组合后，就是思想，思想是永恒的，只要有人、有生命存在，思想就存在。
因此，对生活，抽丝剥茧，剔除污垢，便留下了几行玲珑剔秀。聊表寸心而已。
鄙人名“小白”，白字先生的“白”，一直是生活最最低调而平庸的那种，愚笨而，唯一剩下一丝丝书生之气，故大胆抡起大锤，洗涤自己的生活。
对于文学那些事，吾辈当然是，一直是阳沟里面的死水——翻不起什么波浪了。若是能飞，最多也是茅屋边的麻雀，吐吐吐扑腾几下而已，哪里敢有凤凰鸿鹄之志，连其项背都望不到了。
最能激励我的是著名的诗人泰戈尔的名言：
“不要一路留恋着采集鲜花保存起来，向前走吧，因为沿着你的路，鲜花将会不断开放。”
不过生活总是告诉我，远着我们的路，哪里有鲜花，分明都是荆棘和壕沟、陷阱和水坑。
罢了，倒掉的往往是一大盆脏水，留下的就一点点杂章，弥觉得珍贵无比。
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This is a collection of personal poems and essays， mostly written from the early 1990s to the early 21st century. At that time， when I first entered society， I was young and energetic， frivolous and unrestrained， with repetitive emotions. Later on， I was busy and dizzy， lost my direction， and rarely updated.
When I sorted out the materials， I turned to my past diary and exclaimed that time is like an arrow flying， and that time makes people old.
Words are priceless， emotions are valuable. When words are alone， they are just symbols. When they are stacked and combined， they become thoughts. Thoughts are eternal， and as long as there are people and life， thoughts exist.
Good poetry and prose are not only the author's refinement of the artistic conception of natural beauty and emotional praise， but also the logic behind their meticulous thinking of nature and human emotions， and even imply some timeless profound humanistic philosophy.
In the field of culture， ancient classical Chinese is concise and comprehensive， with separated and unchanging language， concise writing， and difficult to understand. It is very professional， so ancient literature was very prosperous and developed. Tang and Song poetry flourished， and in the era of vernacular Chinese， we did not have literary skills. Of course， it was the sparrow by the thatched cottage that could not even be seen on its back.
At present， prose and poetry are just shallow water murmuring， flowing alone， without seeking to turn over any waves.
Everyone's thoughts are also one of the thoughts that many， many people may have. The world of literature is infinitely vast， and the charm of prose and poetry lies in that it is a condensed thought， a deep love of life and nature in the soul. Although time has passed and there is no need to seek swords， it can still be nurtured.
The famous poet Tagore once said，“Don't linger all the way collecting flowers and keeping them， move forward， because along your path， flowers will continue to bloom.“ But I think beautiful flowers only come in the past spring， and never come again in the future.
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