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In the poem "Sending Fees Six Returns to Shu" by King Luo Bin: The Star Tower looks at the Shu Road, and the Moon Gorge points to the Wu Gate. Tens of thousands of people shed tears of farewell, and ninety percent of them were shocked. The snow shadow contains fallen flowers, and the leaves are dim with clouds. I am still worried about being late for three days, and I am alone with a noble person

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My favorite years.

Yumuchuan's modern poetry (1)

Yumuchuan's Modern Poetry (3)

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A portable notebook to record the beauty of beauty--

It's just a small essay, not worth mentioning. I hope that I can meet a close friend, which is enough.

A collection of short poems, and also my first work. I hope you all like it.

Ancient poems and lyrics.

This work is based on the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Make Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers Death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves (=^^=)

Ancient poems and lyrics.

Ancient poems and lyrics.

Ancient poems and lyrics.

This article is a composition written in college.

The emotional moment under the early autumn sun

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Poems written during three years of high school...

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Not known to the whole world, only known to one person, sharing the same difficulties and sufferings.

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Broad and narrow are a pair of antonyms, but there are always people who associate these two words together. In this fast food society, these two words may always arouse people's empathy.

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I share it with you all. It is neither an immortal nor a god. It is just a daily narration.

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The little green pepper has lived in the mortal world for more than thirty years, and it can be considered that it has experienced some ups and downs. Now I am living in a third-tier small town, with a green pepper in an ordinary college, and the fate of life is speechless. After work, there are all kinds of things, learn a little, give up a little... However, when I wake up from the dream in the middle of the night, I often sigh. Today I would like to borrow the valuable space of your platform to publish a collection of essays called "Healing for Headache and Feet" When I am tired and my heart is quiet, I occasionally remember it. It's both true and false, it's not elegant, it's just for fun, don't take it seriously. The writings here are not always updated, and they do not seek fame or fortune, but once you grasp the pure land, your heart and ears will be at ease. If you meet a few readers, burn incense and sigh!

Poetry is a treasure in the treasure house of literature, the essence of language, the crystallization of wisdom, the flower of thought, the aura of the beauty of human nature, and the purest spiritual home of mankind. Poets at home and abroad, both ancient and modern, have written countless beautiful poems with their brilliant pen. After time, these poems have become immortal classics that transcend nations, countries, and time and space. They touch the hearts of generations and give people both ideological and artistic enjoyment and edification.

This book is a novel, as the title suggests, and the protagonist is Moore. What we mainly write about is what are we pursuing and what should we get? What did More achieve throughout his life? Start around these three themes.

I don't know if what I wrote is poetry, but since I wrote it, I will treat it as poetry. I don't know if what I wrote is prose, but if there are lines of words, it can be regarded as prose.

Doesn't matter to start. It doesn't matter if it's grand, just say goodbye slowly and indifferently. The author's complex and pure emotions are explained in the form of letters. Life will always bring many surprises to people, and they will eventually receive a rose when they love each other the most. Meeting is just the beginning of the story, you don't have to worry about it. Beyond the stars, day and night, no matter how late it is, no matter how late it is, we don't have to wait, time will secretly convey the news. We are born in the dust and drowned in the sea of ​​people. The confessions in letters will always find our own stories in this wilderness.

The fleeting years in my memory, the quietly passing youth, turned into streams of springs, washing away the past from top to bottom. I quietly picked up a water droplet, slowly dripping from my fingers, which was the trace of tears/at night, the shooting stars passed by in an instant.

A collection of poems, given to my destined person, the person of my dreams, the person of my heart

We look at the future quietly, accept it calmly and enjoy the time she spends there. I don't really like being alone, I just don't want to be let down again.

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Boring, so boring, so boring; Inspirational, hard to inspire, how to inspire.

A random thing, an occasional feeling.

I compose poems every day. Appreciation and corrections are welcome.

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Maybe I really see my destiny clearly, or maybe I just gradually wake up from the price of living - Qian Whale

I saw the hustle and bustle outside the window, and I couldn't distinguish it, and I didn't remember it. I knew it was fireworks in the world. I sat in front of the window, dangling my feet, and was in a daze. There were many little thoughts in the small world.

Love blows with the wind, but can you catch the wind?

I wrote it when I had nothing to do??????

Alena rypha ersha cissa.