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The writing style of the poems I write on weekdays is not very good. If you don't like it, please don't criticize it. I also hope that everyone can give your comments on revision.

I give you all my knowledge and feelings in my lifetime.

Use words to record the world I observe in my eyes. Use writing to write what I expect.

Whether they are bold or graceful, the Song lyrics are all described with delicacy, and they are touching after being savored carefully. Just like an old wine, you can savor it carefully and become intoxicated!

Quanzhou 18 Scenic Spots is one of the first batch of famous historical and cultural cities in my country. It has 31 national-level key cultural relics protection units, 36 national 3A-level or above scenic spots, 2 national geological parks and 1 national-level key scenic spot. It is the starting point of the ancient Chinese "Maritime Silk Road" and is known as "the largest port in the East".

We always comfort others like a wise man, and then torture ourselves like a fool.

In the long years, there is always something to record Joy, anger, sorrow and joy are all in the words

The motes of dust before our eyes are like the hazy light in front of the window, reflecting the troubled thoughts before the dream and the mundane world after the dream.

Five thousand years of civilization and a long history. Love what you love, write my humble opinion

A collection of poems about feelings! Haizi's devout disciple has no chance to meet you. Dreaming of you coming back tomorrow

Lilac, looking for the sadness of memory, walking through the alley, touching in the spring rain

First of all, this book is a book about life and death. Each of us does not have the right to choose life. Life is to live on, but each of us can think about the meaning of death. If it is not an accident or disease, if you want to die, you might as well consider why you die.

A girl lies on the desk, looking up at the stars, hoping for a glimmer of love...

Starting from yesterday, To this day's memory, Acacia has written about spring, summer, autumn and winter, Wrote a sound of raving!

An unknown ordinary person sets out from the unknown to the sea of ​​stars of his dream.

Life is just a glass of strong wine. Everyone has his or her own story, which will eventually be lost in time.

An essay written during my sophomore year of high school. I recall the boy I met every day that year but didn't dare to say a word, and I only remember the girl who made me throb when I was ignorant.

Stories about the seasons in the four seasons, poems describing the seasons.

Completely bored, I picked up the pen and started writing as much as I wanted! (Two characters missing)

It takes a hundred years to cross the same boat, and a thousand years to sleep together. Shiro Shiro, how long will it take for me to practice my art before I can be with you?

Can wishful liking be called love? Is it considered betrayal to be dissolute with someone who doesn't love you? Love or not is one person's business, and the other person has no intention of starting it

You don't need to understand it, just think of it as a child chatting with you about a story about him.

This is a collection of poems of mine, a collection of poems about love. I am trying to forget the past with her, but I find that no matter what, she is still echoing in my mind, and I am still obsessed with her!

It's not that life lacks beauty, it's that we lack the eyes to discover beauty. I want everyone to see clearly some of the small blessings in life

In my deep dreams, I can always hear someone singing this last poem in a clear and graceful way.

Returning to my hometown where I had been away for 20 years, many past events are still vivid in my mind... The protagonist returns home to visit relatives, and meets Taoist Immortal by chance. Under his guidance, he solves several shocking urban cases and sets foot in the Yin and Yang realms as a hall master.

A tribute to Gorky's excellent masterpiece "Childhood" The nostalgic first choice for those born in the 1980s and early 1990s A brave face to non-scientific education A source of inspiration for primary and secondary school students This book is suitable for readers born in the 1980s, early 1990s, and contemporary primary and secondary school students with certain literary appreciation abilities. For those born in the 1980s and early 1990s, it can accompany you to relive your childhood; For contemporary primary and secondary school students, it can tell you how your young teachers survived and learned; It is different from "cool writing". It is beautiful and interesting writing. It can give you a sense of intimacy, weight, humor and aesthetics. After reading this book, you will not feel empty, but feel gained, enjoyed and cherished. This book is like wine, the more you drink it, the better it becomes. Please bear with the dullness at the beginning of this book; it is like a person who thinks it is nothing when he first sees his hair, but when he sees his face, it turns out to be so beautiful. (The book has a total of 330,000 words, with an average of 8,000-10,000 words updated daily)

A story written for my hometown and the past, remembering the hometown in my memory and the me in my former hometown.

There are still many reluctances, but we must be independent after all. Poetry is a hobby, so I hope that through poetry, I can make myself independent and welcome all wind and rain!

Youthful love, even if it is stained with a trace of dust, cannot cover its clarity.

Will there be poetry in life? You asked me over and over again, but everyone responded with silence.

Sui Xin's poems, every poem has a connotation, and whether each poem has a connotation or not is difficult for even me, the author, to understand, but I am the only one who can possibly understand these poems of mine. I don't think there is any that can really be understood.

This work is based on the twists and turns of the protagonist Xiao Longyu's life, and the story unfolds from there

We can never abandon everything. In twenty-four hours, there will still be a moment when we look at the sky outside the window.

Write some life attitudes and mental journeys using poetry as a carrier. --Poems that have nowhere to be placed.

There is a white moonlight and cinnabar mole in everyone's heart, which is beautiful and quiet.

The last thing on my life list is to become a poet. I always want to soothe my years with poetry and wine.

Some random words for yourself can be positive or pessimistic.

We went from acquaintance to falling in love to knowing each other. We went through a lot in this process, noisy and going around in circles, it was still me and him.

Heart is very expensive If you give it right, it's priceless. If you give it to the wrong person, it's worthless. Love and kindness are free But not cheap

I only dedicate this treasure of China to its name, respect it with its name, and express it with its name.

The helplessness of having nowhere to put it comes from life and oneself, and it remains the same in this world.

That night, Xiao Ran appeared beside the palace wall dressed in black and jumped over...

Middle-aged single men's expectations for love, desire for marriage, and feelings about emotions

Feel the nature in the mountains and forests with your heart and the mountains and forests in nature

There are bright lights outside the window, fireworks are everywhere, and the red tickets in my hands still have the same weight, but I always feel that something is missing. At first glance, it turns out that the happy people are not our generation.

I once crossed thousands of mountains and rivers alone just to see the sea of ​​flowers that I dreamed of when I was a child. I once lived alone in a corner of the world, just to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Slowly, as I grow up, I realize that the world is not so pure...

Looking at Cao Cao's ambition, a continuation of "Viewing the Sea", prose about family and country feelings

Dig from the heart! How I feel! Every word expresses true feelings!

Cherish what you have, keep the remaining time well, and when everything is scattered, embed the past bits and pieces in the frame of memory ???