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The words written in those days should be hidden in corners and not understood.

Because at that moment I truly understood that the wonder of life lies in its meaningless meaning! Only in this way can we have the opportunity to give meaning to our little lives. The memory of my beautiful life may seem dull and worthless to others, but to me, it is guarded silently and carefully, so just write it down happily!

The article reflects the simple and kind character of rural people through the description of the rise and fall of production team bells in the 1970s. The protagonist Lao Ji's sense of superiority from the production captain's ringing the bell to his sense of responsibility in ringing the bell for fighting fires in the countryside, as well as some sad past events brought to him by explaining the bell at school, make Lao Ji's emotions as an ordinary rural person vivid and realistic.

This poem and this article at this moment are just to wake up the sleeping majority of people --From that man

Ma Binzi's original works record every bit of life and write down emotional experiences.

Graduation, remember? This reminds me of the separation in the past.

Ten years, ten years of loving each other. Love each other for ten years. We have forgotten each other for ten years.

All kinds of life essays, poems, etc. I like short poems because the moment inspiration comes, I just use a fragment of time to record it with the fewest words. Everyone can be the historian of life.

Last night, the spring breeze blew through thousands of pavilions and went straight to Qiuhong Wanchong Pass. Xinzhou is beautiful, Yilu is beautiful; Make use of the thousands of clouds. Deng Qiong Yun, Zhi Xizha; Mo Mo Lin sends thousands of flowers.

A somewhat philosophical poem written by a bored author Including gratitude, confidence, courage, hope...

Essays about my past, some memories of my youth should be left behind, otherwise they will be lost.

The short poems and essays I usually write out of my thoughts are all original. Please forgive me if there are some similarities between one or two lines of my ancestors. In the prosperous and lonely night, ask the new pavilion in the sky

Lin Ao's three years of high school, unwritten poetry. The writing is random and the rhyme is overdubbed. It is originally useless, but it is full of memories.

A little insight into life, an alternative interpretation of life.

Here, drop the bayonet for a glass heart. "Original author: Ayi"

My thoughts were flying, and my thoughts were confused, but I was worried. Under the neon lights, it was actually desolate.

The mountain of Maunggushe is inhabited by gods and humans. Their skin is like ice and snow, and they are as graceful as virgins. They drink the wind and absorb the dew, and are extremely independent.

A piece of love, a piece of sprouting, your name shines brightly in my heart and will never go out.

The author is very lazy, leaving behind the wind and the rain, but cannot keep you.

"Don't talk about a farmer being a snake. I don't know that the human heart is even more sinister. I feel so happy when I get a windfall, but how many lives can I lose if I slip?"

A poem describing the beginning of winter. Have you ever felt suddenly cold? "The title of the poem is just one word "cold""

The world is beautiful because the sun shines If so, I am willing to accept that I am a dust

Short poem The first snow in 2020 For a lovely friend

Miscellaneous notes on life insights through prose, poetry, essays and other genres.

Just start writing as you please, just write down your feelings. There is no limit to the style of poetry, including poems and scattered poems. Update depending on mood. And I'm a student.

Every step you take is a surprise accumulated. If you work harder, you will have a different life.

Poetry works, poetry classics

A single spark can start a prairie fire Even small people can burst out with great energy. (The text has nothing to do with the introduction. Starting from Chapter 2, The book is called "Rhapsody of the Day")

Zilong's personal collection of essays, from a modern perspective, writes about the various aspects of alternative modern life. The portrayal of a different life is a simple life. I don't want to be famous all over the world, I just want to have no regrets in life.

Poetry is the best medium for people to express their emotions. This collection is dedicated to myself and everyone who reads it.

An article I wrote thirty years ago was recently published. It can be regarded as commemorating the pursuit of words in the green years.

A poem, a song Compose the brief meaning of war One elite soldier, thousands of troops Invite you to see this brilliant galaxy

Childhood memories are the most evocative - homesickness, customs and customs of hometown, etc...

You and I are originally from the world of mortals. ? Skin, flesh, bones and blood are all natural ? They are all mortal, not gods. ? If you can let go of your infatuation ? A puff of smoke enters the blue clouds

Life can be made do with or be particular about. Making life full of poetry is a skill.

I want to use time to fill the invisible love, turn into a ray of breeze and come to the lonely island, stay close to you, and pass by you. With you by my side, the wind blowing is like your warm embrace, a burst of sweet fragrance, deeply immersed in the fragrant valley of rice flowers.

Writing is the body, emotion is the soul, the writing is pregnant with spirit, and the writing is born with spirit. My writing is very poor and I don't understand how to write poems and sentences. If you don't like it, don't write it.

Just a casual note to read for pleasure. The waffle has been eroded by the wind, but the moon letter has definitely arrived. The ink marks of the pen are new, and the gold powder is warm. The sourness is gone, and I will not become a Confucian. The charm penetrates the character, like a proud frost branch.

It is a story between the author and his lover. Some of the names are not allowed.

If life is just like meeting you for the first time, you are hidden in white clothes and don't recognize you. Biluojianghu is three hundred years old, and Huangquan laughs at people who have passed by.

I liked a girl before, got to know her, fell in love with her, and finally left her. We were each other's regrets. I would like to use this collection to commemorate the lost youth.

The so-called glorious years are not the shining days later, but the paranoia about your dreams when no one cares. Do you have the courage to be loyal to yourself and fight to the end? Dreams to youth are pure but not simple; struggles to youth are delicate but not kitsch.

You are in my stomach With takeaway cake Lighted up the moon at night lying on bed You are in the middle of my stomach

I have insomnia. Most of China has insomnia. Maybe it's because of being far away from home, or because of a person, or more noble, because of the future. For this reason, I walked out of a city and was trapped in another city. Children, students, authors, poets, which one is not me and which one is the real me? I ask myself At the age of twenty-four, I am already 6 years away from adulthood, and only 6 years away from being thirty. I started to panic, started to worry about fate, life, life... I... Write poems that do not belong to this age group, express the nostalgia of every age group, and suffer from insomnia in most of China. Am I... Still the same boy?

A portrayal of the Huayao Dai people, descendants of the ancient Dian Kingdom, and the living habits of the Huayao Dai people

If I don't think I'm too self-conscious, these few poems can still be used by me. I hope readers will give them their approval.

Carrying forward the unique knowledge of the sages and sages, we will bring peace to the people of all generations. Academy is established, tradition is flourishing

Tell stories about the past, look at the scenery outside the window, and listen to Jiuyue's voice!

I want to find a starry sky to place my dreams on I want to be silent in the wordless sea I want to have a collection of poems in a quiet world no one appreciates

Something about youth, a poem about her, expresses too much helplessness, but it's just "I thought"