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The confusion and temporary feelings of youth

After tasting the rain, it has never been clear or turbid. Although there are three out of twenty from birth, there are countless loneliness in the body. However, those who destroy me on the way, the clan calls them respect and respect; those who stand up for me on the end, they also regard being close and unkind. The road is as blurry as an ox or a horse, resting on the sky and the earth without knowing where to go. The empty body travels among gods, wanton and desolate. As for the ordinary and meaningful sounds in the world, they also seem to be from another world. There are so many people in the world who don't know me; those who don't come close to me are like dust on a board. This is the normal way, not strange. However, those who are close to me do not know me, and those who know me do not agree with me. I am so sincere and sad that I don't know what to say! The ancients cried when they drove their cars when there was no road; they howled when they saw people migrating. The people laughed at it and regarded it as unacceptable. The bottom line is that you rarely know yourself. However, although there are close friends, if there is no one who knows the truth, it will be sad and great. I can't even mention it in my lifetime, that's about it. Walking alone will not bring you happiness, and you will never be near the river while drinking wine. The vast and powerful energy cannot be maintained; the wings and wings cannot be followed. It is impossible to abandon economics and seek divine works, even if there are swords and axes. However, time is kind and there is still time left. The first twenty figures are no longer worthy of admonishment, but those who come later can still be pursued. Ding clang of jade, pearls of delicacies, high roofs with towering eaves, Lu Yan's home, everything you want is solid. However, bear paws are also what I want. Therefore, with the ambition to be a strong man and the heart of a poor white head, I visited Meng Chang's nobleness. I am lucky if I gain it, and my fate is lost if I lose it. How can one know the shape of the traces left behind in the long wind and waves?

Just write whatever you want

The floating clouds are leisurely, just like those years ago, and the clear water flows slowly~~~~~~

The elves who fell into the mortal world have reduced mana and endless pain. Tenacious support outlines the outline of the pure land of the soul. After decades of searching for the meaning of landing, my trip to this world was finally worth it. If you can escape the dusty net, you will be content with the wind, flowers, snow and moon; If you can't escape the dusty net, you will live your life in the lights of thousands of families.

For me, life is like an endless sea filled with whirlpools. They are right at my feet, and their huge attraction is like an exorcism stone chain that constantly controls the pace of my desires. But can the vortex really be escaped? What is underneath the vortex? Oh, maybe it's the yarn and plastic paper cups that allow me to communicate privately with the world.

Discovering the slightest bit of fun in boring life, this is a collection of my short essays in classical Chinese, ancient poems, etc.--

For myself, for everyone, and for the meaning of life.

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Quiet love!

Record your own words and collect every moment.

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In the east of the world, there is an ancient land where five thousand years of wind and rain have created the miracle of civilization. The Yangtze and Yellow Rivers flow with the epic of time, and the Great Wall tells the legend of heroes.

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Random poetry Just write whatever you want heart's desire The pen flows Inspiration like a butterfly dancing gracefully Thoughts are like a spring gurgling sound No carving required No need to pretend Show your true feelings Relax freely Morning dew is crystal clear turn into lines of poetry The sunset is gorgeous Draw a beautiful seal Spring flowers and autumn moon All enter the heart joy, anger, sorrow and joy Pay all paper life essay Export as poetry Daily life All are wonderful words Streets and alleys branches full of stories pots and pans Play the rhymes Firewood, rice, oil and salt Poetic Hidden Dwelling Parents are short-sighted Yaju Mengzi The wind blows the wheat waves Yin oh graceful Rain hits banana chanting feelings Lines also have poetry Sitting becomes a poem Everywhere in life Poetic Pond Incorporate into text Passed down through the ages Time washes away The brilliance becomes brighter The sound of books on campus spread it Generations of students praise it Time flows Continuously running classic name never dissipate posterity Savor it cultural treasure Brilliant forever

A mediocre person wrote boring poems about daily life

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The plum blossoms reflected in the moon, the first ripening of lychees, the interest of cats and dogs in the countryside, and the desires of the heart are all described in the pen.

Sunset scorching its glow Ink-stained profound abyss Reflecting the Eight Wildernesses Fallen heroes scattered Lili Qizhang Fengyan Mochi Yun Ning Su Xiang Su Xuanchengcai The wine of Qianqiu Reminiscences Floating like a shuttle Luohui Yongye Everlasting night A moment of ten thousand years Never give up Fallen ink and eternal silence Ming and dynasty Three Lights Flow Jiuxiao shadow Su Xuan's exhibition The past has been restored leap Hope for the next life

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That water wave, with its ripples, is a beautiful prose poem!

To my favorite Ms. Lu Shan

One day, I finally understood the meaning of his QQ nickname: Dadu - metropolis. I have been to Zhuhai City. I said Zhuhai is a metropolis, but the nickname he gave me made me confused for 17 years. Maybe what I see in front of me is an "illusion" in my mind. It scares me and makes me think. What kind of journey will life take? If you can go to a big city, how should you live after going there?

Like a fish drinking water, knowing whether it is cold or warm

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It's obviously because of you that I changed, but I can't go back to the past.

I have traveled thousands of miles and am grateful to have met you!

The years are passing by in a hurry, and I am in the shackles of reality, looking for dreams and distance in poetry.

Life is like a book of poetry. We try our best to make it fit and rhyme, but we find that we are short of words.

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Those in the corners of society

The book "The One I Can't Keep is Myself" collects my works from college and before, mainly to preserve the memories of my youth forever. Among them, my favorite is: There is my kiss on your neck That kind of bright red is like a flying butterfly Amazing, everyone who has ever loved There is a kind of waiting that will become the red color of the setting sun Ebullient, full of warmth and helplessness This short and nameless text recorded the most unforgettable dog food I ate during college.

Prose and poetry are sculptures of time, lasting forever. Maybe it's due to my age, but I can't change my feeling of sadness and sympathy for the autumn and the moon when I touch the scene.

It is time that makes us meet, and it is time that makes us separate. Therefore (Gu Ci)

Travel to the south of the Yangtze River and travel to the end of the world.

If time continues, maybe the story will also continue, I am still continuing

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Just understand the poem

Read Yang Shialu's lyrics

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Whenever I think about the wells in my hometown, I always feel a strong sense of nostalgia in my heart. It is not only a nostalgia for the wells in my hometown, but also a nostalgia for the beautiful past. In the scorching heat of summer, the deep pool water is cold and sweet, moistening the surrounding areas. The stories of many people by the well are like old fellow villagers in dreams.

I write modern poems as I please, but I don't like modern poems very much, so the output is limited...

### Chasing the Wind Messenger Traveling through the gap between dawn and dusk, They are the city's wind-chasing messengers, Wearing a blue or yellow jersey, A horse riding an electric car, Carrying hope and expectation, Travel through the streets. Their figures are like lightning, Passing through the busy city, What is left is a series of rapid footsteps, And a promise of on-time delivery. They are rivals of time, Racing against the second hand, competing against the speed of the wind, Just to deliver every parcel, Delivered to you on time. Their smiles are the warmth of the sun, Delivering warmth in the midst of busyness, Their sweat is the mark of hard work, Perseverance is forged in the rush. The messenger of the wind, the pulse of the city, In the fast-paced life, They are a unique landscape, With speed and sweat, Write their own chapter.

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Yue Qing's small collection of poems records some of my casual poems from junior high school to the present. They do not follow the rules of poetry, but are written from the heart, with the end of life as the end of the book, and the rise as the period of renewal.

I saw metrical poetry in the rows of modern high-rise buildings. The sun shines in the daytime, and the dark night shines on the world!

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