Poems Left by Youth
by Mo Ziqing
About This Novel
I am an ordinary person, I have never experienced anything big, and I don't have any great abilities. But I am willing to share my story with you and tell you my truest self. Are you willing to listen?
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Official(17)Scraped 12d ago
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Dad, you said, why do you need to study? I have heard too many high-sounding words. From this point of view, life is quite tiring, so why are we still living? But I don't want to die, for no reason. But what is the purpose of life? !
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Mobei Xiongfeng comes to report!
Although you wrote about your own feelings, I saw them as my own feelings. I am very happy that I am not the only one who feels this way, but at the same time, it is also very sad. We are the same dust, floating in different places.
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Official(17)Scraped 12d ago
Come on, support!
Dad, you said, why do you need to study? I have heard too many high-sounding words. From this point of view, life is quite tiring, so why are we still living? But I don't want to die, for no reason. But what is the purpose of life? !
Good books I like
taste
The author writes very well and is worth savoring in your spare time.
Come on, sign in and sign in more
Work hard until you can do nothing, fight hard enough to move yourself
Sign in Sign in
The author would like to support you more
Signing in every day brings a lot of fragrance to those who smell it
Mobei Xiongfeng comes to report!
Although you wrote about your own feelings, I saw them as my own feelings. I am very happy that I am not the only one who feels this way, but at the same time, it is also very sad. We are the same dust, floating in different places.
My favorite, this book
Come on. . . . . . . . . . .
