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There is a light in the absurd reality. It is the light of hope that can guide me to survive.

A commoner wearing a light paper fan has been chatting and laughing for hundreds of years. People are intoxicated by the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and spring, summer, autumn and winter come and go again.

I am worldly but I want to desperately escape from the world.

Bring wine and come back drunk, flowers are blooming, oil is cooking in the fire, what else can you ask for for delicacies?

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Follow your heart's desires, move your heart, and write whatever your heart desires. Click in and you'll see disjointed chapters.

The flowers in Hefei are blooming, and I feel bored soaked in the noisy spring breeze. The sky is gray and gloomy, and it rains non-stop.

The charm of written words can have unique beauty. Words can take you to scenes flying in the sky, bring you to the world of literature, and stage a wonderful feast of words. Time is passing and never stops; everything is renewing and we are growing. Time is so fair. It never gives anyone a second more, and on the contrary, it never gives anyone a second less. Everyone will experience the most important transition in life as time flies, such as: from childishness to maturity, from impulsiveness to calmness, from innocence to thoughtfulness. We are always growing up and losing ourselves. Time passes so fast, I can't go back to the past. In the last years, I still love you. Time always slips away in a hurry when you don't notice it. It seems that the peach blossoms have just bloomed in the spring of March, but it is already snowing and the cold winter has arrived. In this way, years pass by, year after year, while you are leisurely or busy. When one day I suddenly feel old, I look back and count the passing years, and my life seems like a dream. All that is left is firewood, rice, oil and salt, and the passion of youth is gone.

Some people love the flowers blooming in the evening breeze, the cats running around in the alleys, the sunsets watched alone, and those who love what they love sincerely and romantically.

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Walking is the mission given to life by the will of the universe. The universe exists because of walking, and life continues because of walking. Here are the traces of a soul walking alone.

The story of life has long been compiled into a book, and all we can do is to pick up the scattered footprints and gently put them into the world of "You and Me".

Homemade funny poems

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I talked about it, I just talked about it, but I didn't say anything.

Angels who are not afraid of darkness, demons who are not afraid of light; enemies in fate; obsession in the world.

I regret being speechless

Using poetry as a record, landscapes and people's hearts

The bond between me and my sister continues through her children, and I understand half of the relationship with everything.

It is better to listen to everything than to listen to your own heart

Youth memories

Women are intoxicatingly beautiful. I love women's hearts the most, and women's hearts in the world. I wish every woman in the world to be happy.

The road I have walked has left my footprints, good or bad, it doesn't matter anymore, but my dream will not change, it still blooms like youth.

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Preliminarily explore the rise and fall of history from the first perspective of "porcelain".

To open up Hongmeng, who is the lover? All just for the romantic love. Taking advantage of this helpless day, sad day, and loneliness, try to let go of your foolishness. Therefore, let's perform the "Twin Bound" that cherishes gold and mourns jade.

Rebirth + double strength + vest + campus

A small parting, but a strong love. Longing is like a tide, and it is difficult to rely on each other. Appreciate missing each other and cherish each other.

I really want to hug you again, even if it's the last time...

It doesn't matter the spring flowers and autumn moon, it doesn't matter the summer cicadas and winter snow, I just wrote poems about my three years of youth in high school.

I don't know if other people will be like this. When my thoughts are racing, write a little poem and record it. That's how I am.

You watch the sunset with me, and I play an ancient song for you. Without fireworks and excitement, this New Year is full of fear and anxiety in every corner. The wind blows through one city after another, the rain passes through one district after another, and the reports come day after day. .

This collection of poems describes the real and hazy intentions or efforts of some people in reality. Loneliness or sadness and anger, strength or growth... Persevere or hesitate, give up or move forward blindly A vague expression of emotions that both want and have to, are afraid but have to move forward...

Meeting you, about you.

Sometimes, one sentence is worth a thousand words.

I love you, the fields of my hometown. Praise for father

Love you, my great motherland!

A day's life

Recording life is all enjoyable, live life together, and have fun with everyone.

I have described the sunset countless times, but I can never describe you under the sunset.

A lot of new content has been added, and its meaning has been reinterpreted with reference to modern values.

He is just an ordinary person. He is not willing to live a sinking and mediocre life. He can only rely on his memories.

From my birth to my forties, many relatives passed away one after another. The death of each relative is heartbreaking for me. In order to remember every bit of my loved ones, I wrote several articles recalling my loved ones, which were collected together and called "My Relatives Who Have Died Far Away".

I record the mixed feelings I see in life. Other than that, I am an anonymous person.

The male protagonist was too focused on playing the game and did not see the pillar in front of him. He bumped into it, took a few steps back, and fell into the sewer. When he woke up, he found that he had traveled through Douluo Continent (he was more focused and did not open a harem).

Life Essays.

I have been writing essays for a long time, hoping that they will find an audience, but they often end in silence. I have always called this kind of writing, a short composition. Every short composition I write has its audience. Now the audience has changed. Hello, future.

The epic of a century-old party history, this is the only article to congratulate the 100th anniversary of the Communist Party of China.

The development of the Chinese nation has gone through a long period of ups and downs. It is the Communist Party that has led the Chinese nation to a bright road of independence, independence, prosperity and strength.