春来秋至,每有感触,往往以诗遣怀。然放眼望去,世人辄为衣食而碌碌奔忙,故诗成亦只能独自吟咏,其间甘苦,默默自尝,为此而孤独而寂寞,每于心中叫苦不迭。近年网络发达,信息畅通,周围知音难觅,有新作便发与全国各地的诗友,互有唱和,短信往还,不失为人生一乐。其中有欧广勇这样的老先生,也有梅墨生这样的中年新锐,还有毛燕萍这样的女才子,等等。然 Autumn comes to spring, every feeling, often with poetry. However, looking ahead, the world at every turn for the best in food and clothing, so the poetry can only chant alone, during which bitter, silently taste, for this loneliness and loneliness, heartless cry. In recent years, a well-developed network and smooth information can hardly be found in the vicinity of the well-known intellectuals. There are new poets and poets all over the country, singing each other and texting messages, yet it is a joy in life. Among them, there are such old gentlemen as Ou Guangyong, middle-aged newmen like Mei Moheng and female genius like Mao Yanping, and so on. Of course