Panoramic Poetry

Sometimes we watch the world from behind a curtain. In sheltered places, we find a sheltered curtain. But all our curtains are made of tulle. Everything we hide will eventually be seen. When will you stop hiding yourself? When will you stop hiding yourself? Because you don't know that that curtain is just a tulle. Because you're not thinking panoramic. Come on, leave your curtain to the wind, tear your curtain. Loosen the rope in your hand. Renaissance, reforms and revolutions have always aimed to remove these obstacles. A person walking towards himself is unlikely to be on the wrong path. If you can't discover yourself, how can someone else know you? Let's tear down the walls, tear the cu...View all