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When the wind and rain collide with stars, I look for the glimmer of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign poetry in the gaps of time.

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I am waiting for the western sun in the west, I hope she will never set. This work is a short essay of mine, and I will update some poems at any time.

Spring is a season full of hope and love. Let us cherish this gift from nature, feel its beauty with our hearts, and convey its warmth with actions. Because only when we truly integrate into nature can we discover the purest beauty in life.

I imitate the ancient text for you to read and correct, and you can name it.

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Soaking in the dense shade under the canopy of the black locust tree, the nature of the wood turns his blood into a spring color

On top of the Nine Towers, a young man died with hatred, disappearing from the mortal world. He swore an oath before the gods that on the day of his return, he would burn his sword to the nine palaces and embrace Yaochi again. Three women, three planes, but on the wedding day, there is only one bride...

Use beautiful language to praise the true feelings of the world, praise kindness and kindness, and praise noble moral character.

In the flower bed outside the window A small white flower blooms quietly Your eyes drifted Praised "What beautiful flowers" Turn around and leave Flowers sway in the wind

Only words squeezed out of the soul and blood can become poetry. Among all types of literature, "poetry" is probably the one closest to the soul. I believe that after each poem is completed, it will not have much to do with the author. The destiny of the poem begins after it faces the readers. This is a collection of poems. If the words in it can enter your heart and connect with your heart, I think this is the best destination for this collection of poems.

Π_π Purely record life If you like it, you can follow it~ χ--------------χ

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Some poems record every detail of daily life, just as a drop of water can reflect the environment. In this way, poems more or less reflect the colorfulness of the world.

On Qingming Festival, those familiar figures of relatives who have gone far away come out from the bottom of my heart, and my longing breaks into rain.

A little poem

Three thousand words can amaze thousands of people!

Use words to record life and use pen and ink to render the soul.

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Swinging a hoe for hair embroidery dig out Poems buried underground, It smells like fertilizers and pesticides The soil has been renovated... Water accumulates in depressions, Become a quagmire that drags your thighs down, High up, there are cracks in the mud Even the grass is sparse Swinging a hoe for hair embroidery dig out Poems buried underground, I saw a group of crickets Hiding you in the dirt The tearing cry--

Zheng Zipei congratulated Jin'er, a loving couple who survived many disasters, but Jin'er fell ill and died. Five hundred years later, in the quiet pavilion of the plum garden, the two regained their memories. Love grows old.

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Remembering the Tao is like ups and downs.

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Life without poetry and legend is meaningless!

From falling in love to breaking up, it's all in this winter. The afterglow shines on the maple leaves, reflecting on my face, covering my red eyes; I dare not look directly into the eyes of passers-by, for fear that my reluctance will be seen. Throughout the winter, I didn't know what I had gained, but I clearly knew what I had lost...

Please note that this is a collection of essays by the author, and all the stories are independent, so... There is no connection before and after, just sharing. If you like it, you can give the author feedback and privately chat with the writer, share stories, and help make up stories.

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A thousand miles of black hair is not as good as yours, but I only wish that a thousand miles of peach blossoms can give you the true love of this life. Accompany you throughout your life. There are four words to be proud of life, but I like you. Winter has gone and the garden is full of green trees, and spring has brought a few branches. The white snow weighs down the branches. Danzhu looks up and his head is red. Banished immortals break willow branches, and beauties brush peach shame. Old friends say goodbye, but close friends come riding on the wind. There is no change in thinking about you. What do you mean by Beichenxing? No matter how far your dream is, it can still come true. No matter how big the mountains and rivers are, they can eventually be climbed. Young man, like nine stars, hanging in the sky. Be eloquent and bloom with hope.

Another bloom... Taken from a moment in early spring.

Although the flower in the pan is short-lived, it is not completely fragrant. The aroma is short-lived but lasts a long time.

A summary, classification and arrangement of my collection of poems

A hymn to time, like a dream, like an illusion, like you, like him.

Poetry, words, ancient, modern, lyrical, inspirational... Occasionally inspired, write ink and write.

I am not a poet, I just have a sensitive heart, a gentle soul and more tears. In my tears, I am moved and laughed. Loss and cry. From an ignorant boy to a vicissitudes of life, I enjoy the dancing of the pen tip over the years... I am a horse walking in the countryside, and there are wild flowers in the haystacks on the roadside...

Angry pen tip, shouting words

The drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River is like a silent string in my heart, whispering my lingering melancholy.

Life has too many surprises. This book aims to analyze character relationships and emotional issues, and is a process of reconciliation with oneself.

The poem transforms the scenery into emotion, and the poem has its own melody, which is the most touching way to express one's mood when read.

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Randomly written poems and short sentences

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A Taoist who landed in the world thinks about the universe. Taoism transforms into Wuji, which is love. Wuji generates Tai Chi, which is emotion. Tai Chi generates yin and yang, which is heaven and earth. Heaven and earth are sentient and ruthless. Yin and yang transform into the five elements to develop all things in the sky. The pen can be used for calligraphy and painting, and the beautiful landscapes and landscapes can be conveyed through words, and each word reveals the heart of the person. It expresses the freedom and ease of writing. I said: "The Taoist Immortal (god) of Eastern Infinite Life is wonderful and good! True self, immeasurable, happy and carefree."