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You came from the dream and wiped away my sorrow. You have never left in my poems.

I love you, but you don't love me? Never love you again..., I regret it, can you come back? This country is not as important as you, I will love you forever! ! !

A short piece of poetry. When you are confused, don't forget the light in your heart and the boat under your feet that will always point you in the direction.

A sudden thought came to me, and there was nothing to say. . .

Drifting in the boundless ocean, there are you and me on a small boat made of logs

We, waiting, are always looking forward to you all year round... Waiting, just like poetry, if you ponder it carefully, you will definitely gain a lot. It is not only a verb, but also a longing for life and nature.

Come and look at the sky, the bright stars shine for everyone, and you are the only star in the world.

Most of them are poems about love There are also some lives that may be the same as yours

This is my first time writing in classical Chinese. I will regret it when the book is used. Please forgive me.

Let's talk about Long Wen's whip shadow in detail, feel the classical culture, and appreciate the style of the ancients.

This collection of poetry works from the past ten years is limited by what I have learned, so please bear with me!

The so-called Yun Danfengqing was once riddled with injuries, her heart was bleeding, her eyes were weeping, she was typing and crying. People who have not experienced it will never imagine how painful this feeling is. During those days, it was you during the day and you at night. It was you when I opened my eyes, and I was thinking of you when I closed my eyes. Now that you let me let go, I only feel like my heart is being twisted, but there is no feeling of relief...

This is a poem written casually based on my feelings. I hope you will appreciate it and give me some suggestions!

In the poem, there is a sea of ​​blooming flowers and dandelions floating all over my hometown. There are deer waiting for me to go home, and the eagle taking us far away.

It just came naturally when I wanted to collect everything I had ever written.

The theme of love, live for love, live for hate, the past is like smoke, all unspeakable!

A simple essay to record the flashes of my mind that are not working well from time to time.

I created this mainly to record the poems I wrote during my youth. It doesn't matter even if no one reads them...

Life is dull, youth is as bright as the stars. Life is full of ups and downs, and every sentence is filled with sighs and simple words.

Poetry is an artistic attitude, and fairy tales give ideal wings to boring life.

One side of water and soil, one side of people. One side is quiet and the other side is pure. One party is clear. . . .

Poems, inherited from the ages, are handed down from generation to generation in style. They cherish words like gold, but they also have indescribable beauty. There are only a few numbers, but they are extremely simple and yet seem to encompass the whole world. The beauty is endless.

In time, you and I are both scavengers of life, looking for our own beauty!

My hometown is in the Taihang Mountains. The mountains are high and the roads are far away. With the development of the times, people have gradually left the mountains. There are not many people left in the village, and most of them are old people. There are many persimmon trees on the mountain. They used to be a money tree for the village to get rich. Now no one cares about it. Whenever the persimmon trees are full of red persimmons and no one cares about them, I feel a little inexplicable.

I just write a few things on a daily basis, it's nothing much. If you're interested, just take a look.

Written for one person, it all started with her, ended with her, succeeded with her, and failed with her.

The New Year is getting closer and closer. Some people always feel that there is something missing in the New Year, and some people feel that each year is getting weaker and weaker. Is the New Year really getting worse every year? This year we will talk about this topic in depth.

Recall the past and cherish the present. Cherish every minute and every second.

I have a sudden inspiration and want to write a poem. I may not be good at it. Please give me some advice.

It is bold and bold, sometimes ups and downs, sometimes unremarkable. The poems show all kinds of life.

One said: It's a long way to go, I'm thinking of you. He is in every corner, keeping me safe. What you have known all your life, you will keep for all your life. The second said: You are safe, I hope you are worried, but the sky is shivering, you feel pity. I look forward to waiting for you three times and see you with a beautiful face. I will definitely live up to you with your beautiful face.

In your youthful past, there must have been someone who made you humble enough to be in the dust and still be willing to bloom flowers for her.

There are all kinds of absurdities and beauties in the world, how many have you discovered?

Like is like, whether it is a blatant preference or a silent crush, every like has meaning.

It expresses the beauty of life that uses reality as a framework to simulate the illusory scenery and is intended to beautify the objects, scenery and sequences.

Twelve months, twelve stories, always with the four seasons If you don't have friends to follow you, you will be frightened. Suijun grass, love vine, sorrowful heart flower, thousand-year-old tree Worry at the end of the month, constant worry. I mourn alone and sing songs of hate.

This is a collection of new-style poems, old-style poems, and poems written by Pujiang-born writer Jin Yingtian (pen name: Jin Xiang, Changle) over the years, and has the copyright (Zhezuodengzi 11-2020-A-23542).

Beautiful articles, documentary, essays, miscellaneous discussions, short poems; Like a song, like a spring, like wine, like tea; Friendly and simple, it is comparable to ancient pottery and jade, and its philosophy is mysterious and mysterious; My dear friends at home are like a scroll with me.

A series of essays based on the ups and downs of real life, with wine and stories. Will you come?

It might be okay to post some of the poems I wrote before here. . .

Everyone is a poet, everyone has his own life, and every life is wonderful.

One sleeve contains two poems about the wind and moon, and the two sleeves are very talented and crazy. Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, tea, poetry and wine are all related to spring, autumn, winter and summer.

I would like to write this article to commemorate my absurd and ordinary youth, and to collect the emotions and enthusiasm of life. The sky is high and there is no rain, the sky is clear, and there are surprises hidden in the vast years.

The 1035th day of searching for so-and-so, to commemorate and remember.

Look at the relationships in the world dialectically and turn complexity into simplicity. The world is originally simple, just because you want to make it complicated.

The Sapphire Case · New Year's Eve The east wind blows thousands of trees into bloom at night. More blowing down, the stars are like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night. Moth snow willow golden strands. The laughter is full of fragrance. People searched for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place.

If there is an afterlife, I will be a ray of wind and travel to famous mountains and rivers, rivers and lakes, and see the joys and sorrows of talented people and beautiful women. If I see someone I like, I will walk away, taking away the fragrance from his hair. I will look across the world and grow old with you.

There are so many things in life that confuse me. Is it right or wrong for me to come into this world?

Fragments of words from different places, each page is different; and what is presented above is not only the deepest answer in the reader's heart... What is included here is only what others have seen.