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This is the base for personal original poetry works. Poetry writing has always been regarded as another kind of pain in life. When I am lonely, I type words and express my inner feelings. The past is compressed into thin lines of text, trembling in the wind again and again, and I am committed to the past, because I know: there is a dream in the future, and Junqing chases the sun...

The youth we walked together was like the fireworks last night. The brilliant moment made us remember the emotion. In the autumn when the wind chimes were shaking, the young days could not withstand too many waves. Tears and helpless struggle filled the blue sky, setting sail again for an unknown dream. The journey of repeat students is full of tension and depression. A group of them are lonely shadows. When they embark on the road to resume classes, they are destined to have a new kind of pain waiting. Where will the road lead to tomorrow? The wind blew outside the window, and a series of thoughts that seemed like yesterday were flying among the fallen leaves, which hurt when touched. ...