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A leisurely place with clean water and ancient mountains. There is a path in the forest, and clouds appear in the sky.

Composed by my college days Lyrics composed poetically by my talent Allow me to play and sing the music of youth

I like to take a book with me, go to a new place, meet a long-forgotten memory, and find a more authentic version of myself.

Emotion is the source of creation, and feeling is the core of creation.

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The pen is borrowed from someone else's hand to express the feelings in the heart, but a few strokes cannot fully describe life. Original poems, these twenty-one are the first part, to be continued.

A few casual words! Don't spray if you don't like it!

It's late at night when I start writing, and it's already bright when I finish writing.

The study room was opened at the age of Xinchou. Poems express aspirations, and the Tang Dynasty is known as the age of poetry. There are many forms of Tang poetry. There are two types of ancient poetry in the Tang Dynasty: five-character poems and seven-character poems. Li Bai's poems are fluent, broad, and profound, with rich and unique poetic imagination, unrestrained style, bright colors, and fresh and natural language. He is known as the "Immortal of Poetry". Du Fu's poems are closely integrated with current affairs, with profound thoughts and broad realm. People call him the "Sage of Poetry". Ci expresses emotions, and the Song Dynasty is known as the era of Ci. The form of Song poetry is very complex, and the common lyrics include Bu Suanzi, Man Ting Fang; Reminiscing about Jiangnan, Huanxisha, Linjiang Fairy, Partridge Sky; Dian Crimson Lips, Yijian Mei; Water Melody Ge Tou, Butterfly Love Flower; Shuangtian Xiaojiao, Magpie Bridge Fairy; Fisherman's Proud, Slow Voice; Nian Nujiao, Bodhisattva Man. Thousands of lyrics are updated every day, here is a solo "Qin Yuan Chun": The waning moon is full, and it's hard to know the future even after one's death. I can't bear to see him again, I hear him again for no reason, I lean on the railing alone, my waist is thin and damaged. The same new worries, three old things, win the two eyebrows of lovesickness. I'm so sentimental, my heart is broken and I have thousands of knots, and it's too late to send it. Don't talk about when we will say goodbye. It's okay to think that there is only the remaining cold. How can I forbid that it will be a good day, whispering in the wind, picking flowers and making shadows, and sparse willows drooping. The little jade hairpin looks like half of Qiuniang in the heavily made-up mirror. While combing leisurely, I looked at Yun Huan's green sleeves, pink and white. Love is in the heart, love is in the heart. The poem "Qinyuanchun" written by Du Mansion was hidden in a high building. Collected Poems of Du Shaofu

In heaven and earth, I am the only one who is insignificant. In heaven and on earth, I am the most loving and kind.

Observe the world with an ordinary heart, feel the truth, goodness and beauty in life, touch the love, hate and sadness deep in the soul, make the life of love fuller and make the warm society more harmonious. Know how to discover, know how to experience, know how to dream, and at the intersection of ideals and reality, put on your wings and fly in the blue sky.

This essay comes from what I feel, think, and think about my own life. Difficulties are not terrible, fear of difficulties is truly terrible. I hope that I can overcome the hesitation of fear and enjoy the sorrow and joy, pain and joy brought by the process...

After ten years of hard work, no one knew about him, but his name on the gold medal list was known all over the world. You put in so much effort, but you don't even have a chance to take action. Is it worth it?

It's light and gurgling, and the mind is calm and not dry. If you are tired, you can calm down your body and caress your feelings with a poem, watch the snow and the wind in the dusk, feel free and at ease.

Old things are stuck in the heart and cannot be erased; The distracting thoughts that surface are engraved in my heart and cannot be eliminated.

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Finding no suffering in suffering

You will not understand, and you will not understand, then let all our confusions turn into beautiful poems, express my heart with a pen, and express my heart with my heart, so as to make this world as beautiful as fantasy. Or maybe, all the good things are poetic dreams! However, I am willing to live in a dream that is destined to last forever!

This gust of wind symbolizes youth and struggle. Lead the Chinese people to welcome the baptism of new ideas.

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It describes a middle-aged uncle recalling his childhood, when he was on the train returning to his hometown. The place where I saw the memories of my childhood was covered with scars. Lost interest in reality.

Warm spring, the sound of joy matches the clear spring. Just to find that lover.

Maybe you will meet someone you like and write love poems for her. When encountering difficulties, write poems to express your worries. When you are happy, writing poems means you are free.

I cast my poetry in the clouds One flower, one tea, one cup of tea Looking up at the white clouds Set off at dawn sleep at night Falling deeply into a charming dream

The road of life is long, and I use my imagination to write a piece of deeds from my heart for you. If you feel the same way, you will redeem yourself.

What I saw and felt about high school life. Express the feelings of his youth. There are beautiful original poems describing it.

Chaos or not, I have the final say

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Boring notes, boring writing, random writing, thank you. The number of words is not enough. Please write more. If you are interested, come and take a look. Thanks.

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Under the big tree at the door of my hometown, I rocked the wicker chair. The wicker chair swayed with time. I took a sip of tea and let it cool down, while I was waiting for you to watch the setting sun.

The taste of life seems to have become tacitly familiar to me; I really wish I could savor the pleasure again! Maybe what I said to myself that day was right and I will die this time! The days are burying me day by day, and I don't know the meaning of existence and the breath of life day by day!

This book is mainly short poems, which I wrote after reading many poetry selections. I hope you will like it!

My deskmate in the first year of high school was a female classmate who was in poor health. Getting along with her was like talking to the God of Death. I sympathized with her but occasionally complained about the trouble she caused me. Years later, I felt extremely ashamed when I thought about it and wanted to apologize before I remembered that she never returned to school after that summer vacation...

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Ambitious, lyrical, graceful and casual! Many of the poems, lyrics, and prose sentences written in the past five years have been lost to no one knows where, and some are recorded somewhere with dates. Now we are relocating as a whole, writing this, there will be new masterpieces in the future, I feel good about myself, please don't plagiarize, hahahaha...

Plum blossoms love winter. Because, I also love plum blossoms in winter.

Sad silver wind and cold winter day, Sorrow and wine go through the intestines, recalling the old days. There is still a day for flowers to bloom again after they fade, There is no time for youth to make mistakes.

Suddenly it is late in the world and the mountains and rivers are already autumn. The sun, moon, stars, lights are unknown...

I write some small things that I experienced to commemorate my childhood.

I love words and life, I am sensitive and easy to cry, but I am also surprisingly open-minded and transparent! This is me, a combination of contradictions that I can't even see through! I am not an artist, but I aspire to be one, so I have the common problem of all artists: melancholy! My original intention in writing is to heal myself, but I hope it can also heal others!

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You once made me feel endless warmth, but now you belong to "him". You are my eternal concern, and I hope you will always be happy.

I spend my free time writing poems, chasing the clouds and catching the sun. I am alone all my life. I only know a thing or two about wine. I hope to make friends through writing.

Ouyang Jianxiu, the number one in the human world, ascended and [smuggled] to the spiritual world. The peak that he had suppressed for nearly a thousand years could finally dominate the world. What will be the fate of Ouyang Jianxiu's Taoist companions, confidante, and his disciples?

Travel far away, go to the unknown world, face the unknown environment, and create an unknown future.