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Don't say that the truth is true, don't say that it is fake. The prosperity is still a dream and the flowers are still empty. The fragments are still empty. The incomplete story is recorded in the fragments. The fragments should be robbed.

Yizhen is an ordinary girl. She is a good girl on the surface, but she is very rebellious in her heart. Finally, under the blatant "preference" of her parents, she begins to quarrel with her parents and becomes hysterical. She chooses to wrap herself up with being withdrawn and introverted. As she continues to grow and collide, she learns to reconcile with herself and her parents...

All things grow with cause and effect. Life must be walked in the light. Although it is difficult, after experiencing darkness, we find that light is so beautiful.

There are poems and distant places! But still very stubborn!

I write freely, and the years are quiet; there were times when I was arrogant and unruly, there were lonely nights, and there was also the joy of laughing at the absurd things in life... A pen, a relationship, a story, a glass of wine.

Yuewan Bay, hanging directly between the stars. According to this, people who leave their hometown. . . .

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Tearful love always makes people feel heartbroken! When you wake up after being drunk, don't forget your love! In the deepest part of your heart, leave a place for your loved ones who have loved and hurt you deeply!

She stood apart from the sea and then swam into the sunset. She looked back with eyes like an isolated island. Do you love the sea? Will you jump into the sea? The night is about to pass. The sun has arrived, but the sun is not ours. We have to sleep. Came into this world, was screened out, picked on, given a mission, died in infancy and was killed on the way. Give up easily and start over again, become flammable and explosive, become a flower of rumors, or someone you don't even know.

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The strings are moving, and the leaves are falling to know the autumn. It seems that time always flies by, Caught off guard, It's like a dream, I always feel like the days are long. Every little thing in the world, Experienced human feelings and sophistication, Looking back is like a passing cloud.

There are thousands of living beings in the world, but there is no one like me.

This book is a collection of essays and poems, which roughly records the fragmentary poetry in the life of a modern essayist poet. It covers three genres: ancient poetry, modern new poetry, and prose. The poems are mainly short stories, with both romanticism and aestheticism. They pursue the neatness and sad beauty of the art form, and have a distinctive artistic personality. This essay also pays attention to the life, emotions and spirit of the younger generation. The language is concise but full of deep emotions. It is a new era poet's nostalgia for the poetry of the old era and his hope for a new life. It is worth reading for readers who are interested in poetry.

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The fantasy of a better life, the interpretation of the inherent evil of human nature, and an honest and fair talk about reality.

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I just want to thank you for something when I am lonely.

The three words "Communist Party" are the most sonorous and powerful words in life. He lives in your life and is the destination of your soul.

Others only vaguely remember things in their hearts. People with fragile hearts, like me, have already engraved everything in their hearts.

About the author: Peng Shujin, a native of Hubei, pen name: Jin Hua, is a young Chinese writer. Director of "Young Literary Writers" magazine, member of the Chinese Poetry Society, member of the Writers Association, and contracted writer. Many of his works have been included in major newspapers and periodicals. He is the author of works such as "Collection of Living Things" and "Collection of Jinhua Poems".

Record the changes in the scenery around the lake in the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the feelings the lakeside scenery brings to the soul.

Watching shooting stars, falling leaves, and flying snow, we used to be...

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On this road, accompanied by the mist and rain, admiring the scenery on the roadside and walking gently; we happened to pass by this world and encounter it. This is the long poem of the years.

Read poetry, read lyrics, and talk about A Dream in Red Mansions The sky is connected with the clouds and waves, and the dawn fog is connected, and the stars are about to turn and a thousand sails are dancing. It is as if the soul of a dream has returned to the emperor's home. Hearing the words of heaven, he asks diligently where he is going. I reported that the road was long and the sun was setting, and I learned poems with amazing lines. Ninety Thousand Miles Wind Peng is doing his best. The wind stopped and the boat blew away the three mountains. --Li Qingzhao: "Remembering Dreams"

I wish you never understood the true meaning of roses and moons.

Learn knowledge! Increase your knowledge!

"Hong is a bird by the river, and you are my sweetheart." Birds by the river are not always there, and sweethearts are not always there. Only this poem has been passed down through the ages and will last forever. I have thousands of stories, all hidden in these three lines of love letters waiting for you to discover!

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Life thoughts

I am a mediocre person, but everything is approaching. I am a coward, but I am wasting my time. On this eve, there are four days in the twenty-fourth, and the seven seasons of wandering pass through the spring and autumn; I feel something and feel something, I hope there will be a time, and I hope I will return. Just borrow a pen to relieve your worries! ! !

I hope that every lonely person can have a shadow that can be understood.

Zhao Weiyang, nicknamed Yisu, was born in Yuechi, Sichuan, and was born in Shapingba District, Chongqing City. He is a member of the Chongqing Yongchuan Poetry Society and a member of the Chongqing Poetry Society. He is currently engaged in medicine, business, loves poetry and literature, and travels to the far corners of the world in pursuit of dreams, hoping to help the world.

I use poetry to express the love in this world! May you and I travel together, understand poetry, and become poetry.

This book collects all the original works I can find since elementary school, mainly poems, lyrics and modern poetry, and will be continuously updated. Each article is marked with the date of creation. I was born in 2001.

I saw a lot of birds on other people's big trees, which was very strange. Every day the birds chirped and jumped around in the shade of the trees. I was very envious. I also wish I had a big tree at home with so many birds. How nice! So I planted a tree, and it grew and attracted birds, just like other trees. The yard has truly become a happy place shared by humans and animals. Who knows, everything has its advantages and disadvantages. The wild magpie's call is very pleasant, but this guy has a problem of making poop at will, and the whole yard is dirty every day. At first, I was disgusted, but later I cleaned them regularly. As time went by, I no longer complained about the wild magpies. As soon as it poops, I will clean it. Slowly I feel like I am working harder. The house is always clean. I am very grateful to the wild magpie, it has made me diligent! This is probably the reason why people often say, "When a wild magpie crows on a branch, something happy is bound to happen." Later, when I was building a house, I had to cut down trees. I really couldn't bear to tear down the birds' nests! The trees fell down, and the wild magpies lost their nests. They were in chaos and anxious, and the tree-cutting hawks couldn't do anything. I came back, took a look, picked up the bird's nest, put it with the bird on the roof, sprinkled some steamed buns in front of the bird's beak, and put a plate of water. The wild magpie saw it and kept chirping from afar, but did not attack me. From this I realized that birds, like humans, also know good and evil. Also know how to be grateful. So I decided to build a nest for the wild magpie in our new house, so that the bird can share the happiness of family life with us!

The poetry style in this book is purely personal preference. If there are any deficiencies, I hope readers will forgive me.

Our confused life is the process of finding a way out through constant experience.

A little poem written when winter comes quietly, the snow in winter, the...

Peng Shujin, pen name: Jinhua, is a Chinese young writer, a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a member of the Writers Association, and a contracted writer.

Missing you may be sweet or bitter, just because that person is you! To put it in one sentence, "Looking at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk, I miss you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit."

I was once an emotional poet. After sixteen seasons of baptism, I am still confused in the cyclical world. Finally one day, I decided to practice the supreme magic, and the ruthless roar shattered the world in my heart. Countless mirror-like fragments lost the attention of time and stopped in the depths of memories. The poet is no longer there, and the poetic heart is no longer there. Beautiful lady, Tian Gou forever. O((\u003Eω\u003C ))o

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There were only two cigarettes left. I touched them again and again, but I couldn't bear to finish them. I had to wait until he, my late friend, came to smoke them. The work uses two cigarettes as a guide to express the deep memory of the late friend. The work is vivid, touching and inspiring to read. People can't help but feel respect and admiration for the benevolent and righteous gentleman!

You and I are both lonely wandering ghosts in the middle of the night. We spend our time living in a state of intoxication and dreaming, writing poems to get drunk.

A series of love letters and family letters, given to you, wishing you all the best, and remembering them. The original work is called "Yan Zu Xie Shu".

A poem seems real and illusory, real and imaginary. Someone is waiting for it in a dream, but I am writing a dream in reality...

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