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It records the poetic expression of life and writes short sentences about the daily life of daily necessities.

Suddenly I discovered that I have written a lot of poems in the past ten years. Due to various reasons, a lot of what I wrote before has been lost over the years. On a whim today, I sorted out these things and made a memo!

People always complain that the suffering in life is greater than happiness, but in fact happiness and pain are never a single-choice question, they coexist in life. Excessive awareness of pain is torture, and so is pleasure. Too much happiness will make people overly optimistic and confident, and lose their mentality to face pain. And too much pain will also make a person feel sorry for himself and always go to extremes. The only way out is to find balance.

My father and mother have been in heaven for many years, but I will never forget the vicissitudes of time and family love.

The three hundred I wrote to you, did you see the regular phone call to me? Give it to me.

Well, guidance is welcome

After staying in the darkness for a long time, many people have become ghosts, and they are dead even if they are alive. But there are always some people who are gambling, and they are risking their lives. Even if it is fleeting, you must burn yourself and leave a trace of light.

I want to record my past feelings in poetry. The past will follow the wind, like a dream or an illusion, and I will no longer miss or pursue it. The past is past, no matter you make trouble or no matter what you think, the past will only become a memory. (Modern poetry, prose, novels, etc. Will be included)

With half a pot of old wine, I invite the moon to sit across from me, frowning at the endless past, the lights are gone, and the moon and I are speechless, empty and sad.

Collection of casual essays

Not a poem, unwritten, different periods, Feelings and experiences, Share with you, Warm companions.

The beauty of reality is always there for a glimpse, short and gorgeous. It was infinitely intoxicating and greedy, so I secretly stuffed her into a sprinkling jar so that I could get drunk at my leisure.

Grassy years.

Sometimes in life, some insights emerge, you experience the poetry deep in your heart, and you wake up alone in the middle of the night. Pick up the pen, write it, give it life!

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Time will push people forward, who is looking for the meaning of life. Use the reality that varies from person to person to continue writing the secrets hidden in the heart. And the plot that is not on the stage, the busyness fills the empty body. The stories that people are reminded of are turned over and over all night long, and then carefully designed for the imagined future. Just as the rules of shackles are neat, let the free mind be closed.

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I took a glass of Dukang wine, and the long night was quiet and peaceful. But I want to say vulgarly: I drank and slept until dawn!

Young people belong to the distance, and their dreams are forward.

A simple perception of life, a simple view of the world, a simple boy seen at night.

I had an occasional quarrel with my wife and thought it was interesting, so I wrote it down.

It's a pity that I am the only one who has tasted the taste of tasteless ribs. In order to let the general public know, I have no choice but to write an article, come on, come on

Young people are overthinking and are not good at practicing words.

Time is a river shining with starlight in the vast universe, always flowing gurglingly. Those gentle and beautiful little hours often warm the uncomfortable nights one after another.

I wanted to get up and leave the mortal world, but my shadow fell into the world. -Nalan Rongruo's "Yulin Ring"

From the ignorant fragments of poetry when I never knew it, I gradually entered the palace of poetry. This is my greatest growth.

Stories from my childhood.

I am touched by different things every day. Sometimes heavy, sometimes light. --"Blind"

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Just write about daily miscellaneous things or maybe some secondary thoughts.

I love literature, especially prose, which is fresh and elegant, thoughtful in spirit, and understated truth in blank rhymes. After reading novels, and then reading prose, like drinking coffee or sipping tea, I realize that there are such elegant and refined things in the world, fragrant and elegant, just like after spending most of my life, I discovered that plainness is the real thing...

Just express what you think and feel in your heart, that's all

["Welcoming the Twenty Great Youth Chapters" themed essay collection activity] [Novel] A new movement, struggling from scratch time and time again, returning to hometown to start a business from the most prosperous city. In the prosperous age of China, everyone was born to be a star, no matter how ordinary they were. Thousands of stars gather into the starlight on the national flag. Come back here and climb to the top with hard work and perseverance. --Story summary: The boss also told the story of his return to his hometown to start a business. After graduating from high school, I went to Beijing with my relatives to work in a rock climbing field and become a rock climber. I got to know people and things from all over the world, and I became famous in this circle. However, outdoor rock climbing sites are difficult to operate in winter. At that time, there are not many people climbing and maintenance costs are high. But rock climbing has become a part of the boss's life. He has also done other things, with successes and failures. Rock climbing has become a white moonlight in his heart. Rock climbing has entered the Olympics and the Youth Olympics is about to be held. Chinese rock climbing is weak, so the boss is determined to return to his hometown to develop rock climbing. Even with policy support and help from industry leaders, it is difficult to be self-financing in a third-tier city. Fortunately, the Education Bureau has approved funds to cultivate interest among primary and secondary school students, and more people have begun to learn about rock climbing and participate in it. After the story was told, a group of people, led by the boss, began to stick the thread. There is no definition of the peak of life. As we climb upward, we can always find the next peak.

The Belt and Road Initiative has promoted private economic and trade and allowed more excellent domestic products to go abroad. Only by living on the front line can you experience this charm!

Nanjing has had many names. It was once called Jinling, and it was also called Yingtian. But there is only one, it has experienced countless hardships, and it also indicates a bright future. It's called Qixia.

Shen Jialin, whose courtesy name is Lezhi, is a native of Huize, Yunnan. He is a famous novelist and poet. He is the author of "Music from Heaven", "When I Was a Child", "The Magician of Fairy Tales", "The Complete Collection of Shen Jialin's Ancient Poems", etc.

Smell the fragrance of spring Picking up old petals In the dark night, a wild bird flaps its wings Pick up a quiet moon in the water Cool as mint leaves So thorough that the tip of the pen condenses into strings Waves of light floating Thoughts wandering Let's put it into poetry for temporary storage Waiting for the day when the petals will dance again It rains again in the same city

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There are collections of poems.

My junior high school teacher was like a mother, she was so worried about us!

There is nothing more to say. May you love reading and never give up.

"cold\

I will miss the countryside, my childhood, maybe not because of these, but because of those people.

After all, it is the body that is tired, and it is the soul that is empty.

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The bitterness and happiness of the barber shop

Poetry! Set! Writing about it is so boring! May the little things add up to the big things. I am both. My writing? Apply as you please, imitate and learn from it. Well! It can also be said that he started writing wildly out of sudden emotion, or it was caused by inspiration. There have been countless descriptions and summaries like this over the years. As for the level of writing, it's hard to say. The benevolent sees benevolence and the wise see wisdom. I don't want to sell melons to others and brag about myself, just to make my ears laugh!

Essay poetry, every poem has a story