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What is fate...? It's the love that's still beating in your chest...! ! !

Everything is unfortunate. Text is just a way for people to have fun. Not just, but one of the ways of being with each other. Do you know "the genius turned into a specimen"? I think he must have disappeared into the sky.

My poetry, my world! Thank you everyone for listening! Thank you everyone!

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When exhaustion becomes the norm, a mysterious virus brings a "just cause" - collective hibernation. Stocking up, sleeping peacefully, and dreaming, people unload all their burdens in deep sleep, and meet their inner desires and fears in their dreams. Spring awakens and everything is new, but behind this gentle rest lies the kindness and regret of a scientist.

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Prose about illness, the pain exposed everywhere and my disease-ridden body, forced me to find some solace in this way

Life insights, life quotes

The vastness is endless, life is boundless, the starlight is infinite, the clouds are endless, the meteors are endless, the death is instant, and the stars are eternal. In a person's life, who has not unknowingly left a star map, that is life, and we are looking back on life at that time.

Album of Zhang Shiwei's original music lyrics

A collection of daily original metrical poems

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There will always be some passers-by in life, maybe because of a little fate in the previous life, we have a brief encounter. As time goes by, we will eventually get lost in the sea of ​​people, and even forget the unforgettable moment when we first met. There is no need to be surprised when we meet some people, maybe they disappear when we turn around, and there is no need to sigh when we say goodbye, because we will meet the better version of ourselves.

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Poems for ordinary people.

The world is a trick, but there is no need to be sad about it; my poems have no rhythm, no wind and rain, they are complicated and complicated, like lonely stars in the sky, clinging to each other.

Life essays, don't comment if you don't like them. Hope to get suggestions for modifications

After spring, summer, autumn and winter, I crossed ravines and crossed mountains, my back soaked with sweat. Sadness, bitterness and desolation, everything is like flowers, and I am still lingering among the flowers. You are on the horizon, and I am among the flowers, looking at the rain-soaked south of the border.

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The rural memories, family memories and childhood songs of the generation born in the 1980s, as well as the unique customs and folk customs of southern Fujian, are a door to memory.

Wandering between drunkenness and waking up, wandering between dreams and reality

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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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Daily life of writing original songs.

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

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