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I have been thinking about it for a long time. I have no talent and no one cares about me. In this case, let's end it.

Every bit of life is full of warmth, making us busy looking forward to the bright sunrise tomorrow no matter when.

The human world is not enlightened enough, poetry comes to comfort life! Poets, their meanings, are always being read, just like the world of mortals!

I dream all the dreams

Our name is China!

When I have nothing to do, it all belongs to miscellaneous notes, and I don't talk about everything, whether it's right or wrong.

I love you, I can't tell you, I can only write it down gently and quietly with my words

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The seven-colored light shining into the distance blooms silently. You have the sea and I have poetry. Blooming roses rest silently on the big trees. The strong fragrance of flowers covers the earth, Wrapped in poetry. Hello, my name is Qise Nong. A rich city with seven colors.

Hey, would you like to click in and give it a try? Teach you how to write love poems hahahahaha

Love is expressed in poetry, and ink dances in the moonlight. The world is bustling with people, and everyone is busy. Firewood, rice, oil and salt, fame and wealth. You might as well find a spiritual sustenance in between. The rain hits the banana trees, and the wind drives the flowers away.

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In fact, each of us is a frog at the bottom of a well, but the size of the wellhead is different!

Because of her stubbornness when she was young, Su Su never returned to her hometown for ten years. This time, at the request of her mother, she embarked on her way back to her hometown. She thought she had forgotten. Memories of childhood are rising like the wind...

The reason why we regard animals as animals is because their IQs are not as high as humans, so why are we not animals in the eyes of people with higher IQs than us?

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Heard you listen to me This is from childhood memories distant story and complex dust you listen to me This is fresh vine delicate branches and withered fruit you listen to me This is a parting show Encounter episode sad times Listen to me Stories in memory infect the soil The vines bound the branches fruit of parting constitute a section sad times

I dreamed of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, where there were "smoky willows and painted bridges, scattered with hundreds of thousands of homes", yellow hair, and bustling markets. Unexpectedly, in the late Tang Dynasty, I leaned against the railings and had white temples, which made me feel sad. Looking at this bleak scene, I couldn't help but drink a glass of wine and "speechlessly went up to the West Tower alone." Above the West Tower, there was a vast expanse.

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The mercy and kindness of the God-given saint are not shown in vain. They are not pure kindness, but the interests they play with.

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A collection of humanistic expressions

Liu Ziji of Nanyang lived his whole life in a paradise.

There is a dream in each of us, we call it a dream.

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Write what you feel and write as you please. If you are not good at leveling, don't spray if you don't like it.

Feelings about life, inspirational short stories, this work is mainly embodied in the form of short poems or prose on the themes of life, campus life, imagination, love, etc.

Poems for boyfriend

A thousand people see a thousand worlds.

Read a poem and meet you! Just like the spring wind, gentle and powerless; Like the evening star in summer, twinkling and blurry; Like maple leaves in autumn, sad and beautiful; Like winter snow, the ground becomes white overnight; You just appear in my life all year round!

What do you want to write when you are bored? Stories about people around you The past of passers-by patchwork Compose a collection of stories that no one pays attention to A wild flower in the vast world If you are willing to stop and stay Spread a drop of rain and dew for me Then I am also willing to bloom for you once

Only by tasting all the flavors of life can you know the warmth and warmth of the world

In a special period, after being away from home for two months, the son is looking forward to his father's return, but the father doesn't know when he will return!

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The majestic smoke rises, the wind is like a swimming dragon, and the painting is like a window... Come and go quietly like a breeze

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A beautiful ancient poem with ten thousand characters, this poem is a formal blend of the common double characters (technique) in the Book of Songs, the character "xi" in Chu Ci (it symbolizes it, not just a simple one), and seven-character quatrains, so it is not a pure Sao style. It can be said to be innovative, or it can be said to be different. The benevolent sees benevolence and the wise sees wisdom! The content I am posting now is somewhere between the second refinement and the third refinement, which is mainly quatrains and five-character rhyme poems. There are still quite a lot of things that are unsatisfactory, and I will practice slowly when I have time! For those who are interested, please take a look!

Volume 1 "The Beginning of Myth": Can't deceive beautiful souls, hate the illusion of paradise. Injured by the glory of the God of Love, the world is full of lost sheep. Volume 2 "Romantic Blue Sky": Staring at the same sky, humming the songs of dreams. Love with impulsiveness, sometimes get hurt by willfulness. Every time I think about it after that, you laugh and make me cry.

Go and record it casually

The love poems written by Mr. Ozawa seriously, word by word, may be poorly written, but I hope your heart is like mine. There may be only a few strokes, and I just want to grow old together with my son.

Flowers wither, and so do people. The world is impetuous, I ride the wind. This is a bit of green in the quagmire, not attracting attention, but willing to remain hazy in the world.

The three years of junior high school are a precious period of youth. A group of boys and girls who don't know each other gradually realize what a pure friendship they have. There may be some extraordinary episodes in this friendship, but they support each other and persevere in these three years.

Nan Hua's poetry collection when he was young

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Self-composed poems and essays

You are the flowering tree in March. I want to touch it, but I dare not touch it.

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