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Work at sunrise and rest at dusk; all things rest and grass and trees rest. A drop in the ocean, a mediocre person in the world will die.

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Record of flash points of thinking

Modern poetry and songs are shared and original. Sharing poetry and songs from Greater China

Yumuchuan's Modern Poetry (6)

"Little Rain, No Words" is an unfinished poem composed by Mr. Yu about life. Every drop of rain falls on the shoulders of time, making a slight sound; every piece of tranquility hides a silent confession. Mr. Yu picked up those unnoticed moments one by one and wrote them into letters sent to distant places, unsigned and unsealed. A flower on the roadside laughed and withered in the wind; the candlelight at night swayed with a silent sigh; the bowl of noodles in front of me was still steaming, but it couldn't hold any warmth; the maple leaves in autumn fell all over the sky, taking away what seemed like farewell, but what fell was silence. These tiny pictures were gently wiped away from the dust and re-arranged in this book, waiting for a pair of eyes to find their lost meaning. "Little Rain" is ordinary and gentle, like fragments falling from the sky; "Weiyu" is silent and complicated, the truth that has not yet been told. Here, the author writes down the stories hidden in the details slowly and slowly, as if to remind you: the world is so noisy, but the things that are really worth remembering are always those things that are so small that they are almost forgotten. If you are willing to open "Little Rain, No Words", please bring a silent heart, listen to the sound of falling rain, and feel the unspoken tenderness and irony. Maybe you will find that those seemingly ordinary words hide the truest weight of life - while smiling, you are awakened.

Three hundred poems

I am a person walking among mountains and rivers, Watching the snow fall reminds me of the tranquility of life; When you look at flowers blooming, you see the color of hope; Watching the silhouette of the crane passing over the autumn pond, I felt my heart lighten up. I write about the wind, the rain, the dusk, the clear sky, Not to describe the scene, But to put an uneasy heart in the scene. I have also been ups and downs in love, Know how to let go in tears, Learn to be reborn through laughter. Therefore, "enlightenment" often appears in my poems. It's not about seeing through the world of mortals, But understand yourself. I am not a person who only writes about romance. When I see suffering, my heart aches; When you see injustice, you will question it; When I see people being silent, I can't help but speak up for them. Because I know, Poetry is not only landscape, but also responsibility. There is a fairy living in my heart, I like the depths of the clouds and I don't know where they are, I like drinking under the fairy tree, I like the shadow of the sword dancing drunkenly on the snowy night. That is my yearning for freedom, The desire for transcendence. But I prefer to be a sober mortal, Drink tea, listen to cicadas, watch leaves fall, Talk to yourself late at night, Taste all kinds of flavors in the ordinary. So I write poetry. Poetry is my mirror, See the path I have walked; Poetry is my boat, Carry me through the lows; Poetry is my sword, Let me not bow down in the face of injustice; Poetry is also my wine, Let me indulge in a moment when I am tired. I don't seek fame, I don't seek fame, I just want to live truthfully in words, Find a cleaner self in poetry.

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In Lanzhou in November, in a small room, and time passes by minute by second, our persistence is the courage to move towards the future.

Preface Volume One: Mood and Poetry Volume 2: Musical Life Volume Three: Reading and Insights Volume 4: Life and Thoughts Volume Five: Essays

On a frosty night hundreds of years later, Song poetry traveled through time and aroused people's emotions with its gentle warmth and scorching flames. The beauty of Song poetry lies in seeing the universe in the subtleties, and every flower or tree can express emotions. This book attempts to "restore" these words into stories, and through the perspectives of Ouyang Xiu, Su Shi, Wu Wenying and others, explores the life experiences, late-night deliberation and changes of the times behind the words. Each story is a window that allows people to enter a concrete and breathing moment, to feel the unspoken longing and travel, as well as the "truth" condensed in words. These three hundred poems not only show the spiritual landscape of the Song Dynasty, but are also the eternal coordinates of human emotions.

There is always such a breeze in life Don't know where to come from I don't know where it will blow But only where it passed Only then can we feel the presence of wind

All kinds of floating flavors can be included in poetry; ordinary years can also be combined into couplets. This volume contains all the daily songs of the layman Xingkong expressing his feelings about things and expressing his inspiration in his pen and ink. Using the rhythm of poetry and the work of couplets, he records the changes in the four seasons, records the fireworks and human emotions, and hides the thoughts of a half-life journey and the epiphany of the worldly mind. Or at dusk on the ancient road, when the flying dragon passes by, you will see the scene of deserted graves covered with grass, fill in a column of "Lang Tao Sha Ling", and sigh that wealth and fame are like a dream, success or failure depends on the wind; or sit at a clear window, when the swallows are gone and the wild geese are coming, watching the flourishing and withering of the grass and trees, and write a few couplets The short sentences express the long and lingering thoughts of Zen; I once sang "Partridge Sky" to express my concern for my hometown when the moon was setting over the clear river and the bamboo flutes were blown. I also wrote "Flying Snow on the Mountains" to express my sorrow on my frosty temples on a cold day when the snow was falling on thousands of mountains and the plum blossoms were fragrant in the post bridge. During this period, there is the joy of climbing mountains and rivers, and the joy of leisurely living in Chaifei; there is the confusion of gathering and separation, and the clarity of worldly affairs. There is no need to carve out anything, but to pursue the true meaning; adhere to the rules and pay more attention to the sincerity. Every word and sentence is the accumulation of life everywhere; every couplet is the mark of the ups and downs of the heart. I am willing to use pen and ink as a boat to carry my thoughts here, and enjoy the long years with my colleagues, and enjoy the fragrance of words together.

Give space to love, love can make us happier; love can allow us to enjoy the best life in the world. By leaving space for love, we can forget all our troubles and all our dissatisfactions, and let us enjoy the joy that nature gives us.

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I just love poetry and don't seek fame or fortune. I don't want to be cynical anymore. This poetry collection contains some previous poems, which have been sorted and posted here. This collection of poems is mainly composed of modern style poems.

Daily life of writing original songs.

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This book collects the original beautiful poems and prose of Porthole, hoping to bring resonance to your soul! These poems and prose are like spiritual paintings, showing the charm of love!

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Life is full of surprises! Life is full of insights!

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A collection of poems about my own life, inspired by my feelings.

No sleepiness at all Light up creation The source of inspiration is very questionable Writing is just for "writing"

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Inspiration comes from life, and small things merge into rivers. The dazzling starry sky is composed of ordinary or extraordinary little things in life, beautiful moments of attention or inadvertence, gorgeous or not gorgeous seaside shells...

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Success After seventy million years of cultivation, he became an immortal. Immortal to eternity, No pain of birth, old age, illness or death, Very rich.

Use words to record life and express emotions in short sentences

I have a story, do you have wine? Come in and read my story together! Lone Lotus Complete Psalms

This is a love letter written to the rural areas of northern Anhui in the 1990s. The large wheat fields are the simplest touch of green for parents; the rainy season among the red bricks and blue tiles is filled with the pace of life

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Use poetry to tell your experiences and understand life. Narrate life with prose essays. Life is like poetry, freedom is like prose.

Likes to read and travel; Like silence, like quiet. In the two or three lines of the poem, you can see the traces of the shallow flow of time...

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There is always a kind of touching feeling, which represents the realization of a certain moment; There is always a kind of emotion that reverberates through all tastes of life and empathizes with the five senses; Travel is in a hurry, and every journey cannot be copied and pieced together by people on the journey. Leave it behind, the relics collected from the ocean at that moment are like shells and pearls. My words, our understandings, are collected from the vast sea, removing the false and retaining the true.

Carrying the wind and rain, the rainbow turns into smoke, write some prose and express your original intention.

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The mornings and evenings of this year, the changes of the four seasons, the wind on the street corner, the light on the window sill, as well as those fleeting emotions and unspoken thoughts are all blended into the poem. There is no grand narrative, only an ordinary person's most subtle perception of life - like a passer-by walking through the world and gently writing down what he sees and feels along the way. Open it, and you may be able to see that at some point in 2025, you and I shared a similar temperature and mood. This is not a profound comment, I just want to use poetry to leave a gentle mark on this year's life.

Poetry prose poetry

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