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There are things we can choose to forget all together. Nature itself is beautiful, and our souls are inherently yearning for this beauty, but life always makes us forget it... This book contains both poetry and essays, and some lovely sentences. It is written more casually, just be happy (???_??)?

An exclusive collection of love poems written for my little apprentice [Seventeen]. The first poem is quite long.

Time is the most precious, no matter what you have experienced... It should illuminate the future like a star.

An ocean of poetry. I don't care how many people read it. I just want to find a place for my poetry to be published.

This is the story of a human girl and a cat demon and a dog demon. They accompany each other, cry and laugh together, and get rid of the unpleasantness in life together. Simply put, this is a warm and healing story.

The story takes place at the foot of the Dabie Mountains, childhood memories As I get older, I feel more and more precious!

In the most beautiful years of youth, I always want to write down my love poems for others and never forget them. I don't want her to be lost in the world of mortals.

"If destiny is a lonely river, who will be the ferryman for your soul?" In those dark days, it was a beam of light in life that guided me to face the darkness. I was willing to become his shadow, just to be close to the light.

To denounce, to travel around the world, to see the vastness of the world, here, I just want to write a statement. Why, the golden cup is facing the moon in the sky, I am here to stay in the world, and look at the blue sky!

Is there someone always accompanying you on the tree-lined path? Don't be afraid, life itself is a play, a play that you make the decision yourself.

What an ordinary person sees and feels is written in the form of classical Chinese or ancient poetry, and is updated from time to time.

A collection of poems for newcomers. I hope to get your suggestions. The cold moon brings intoxicating memories of the previous spring.

Beautiful long-cherished wishes, hardships in the heart We are from the same end of the world, where can we meet?

In his prime.

No matter whether the sun is shining brightly or it is raining and snowing, everything here always goes as scheduled. You can bring bread, eggplant, fruit wine and a small amount of tobacco; There are also magnifying glasses, telescopes, gastroscopes, colored glasses, combs, nail clippers, mascara... You can bring them all. Come on, come on, Grasp the ugly tail of inspiration, Use words to shatter the pressures of life! The tide rises and the stars set, the sea is never far away! Work hard, Live your best life, Awaken every morning glow... (We warmly welcome the grassroots poet who has been wandering all his life, the childlike aunt who can't make jam, the workplace scum who was scolded by his boss, and the good-looking coder who is good at illustrations... Come and come and come if you complain for nothing - but if you wear a wig, you can take it off. Mediterranean people here have the freedom to be cool!)

Some of the poems I wrote and edited include modern poems, ancient poems, seven-character and five-character poems, limericks and some lyrics. I don't ask how many people will like it or read it, I just want to record what I write and do something I like. I also welcome comments from brothers and sisters who like poetry.

From meeting to acquaintance to separation, life is undoubtedly a journey without knowing where it is ahead.

Illuminate life with love, record life, record every bit of life, and feel the life you love????????

After all, you are traveling far away. Your luggage has already been prepared. There is no need for me to follow you, because I know that our hearts are only separated by a window.

Write some poetry, record life, love life, discover every little thing in life, and record it

Say goodbye and never see each other again. I only hope that I will be with you in the next life. Rain is made from clouds, but the rain destroys the clouds. Ice is made from water, but water replaces the ice. Which means some things always disappear, right? I thought you were my hope for the future, but I didn't expect that you would bring me disaster...

In just a few decades of life, I can appreciate a landscape and write poems along the way. Take the sound dust and step into the sky. (The poems in this article are all original, please do not copy them, please note the author when copying, thank you)

These are all things I did in the old days, and they may be a bit green to revisit today. Keep it vividly in mind, review the past and learn the new.

The taste of the two seasons a year ago,,,,,,. . . . . . . . .

A simple poetry essay to commemorate you who are forever separated

The theme of the work is a letter from graduates to themselves ten years later. It was created in the graduation season of 2020 and was inspired by the voices of the students.

This book is a collection of author Duan Zhang's reminiscence essays, describing the author's life before college and reminiscing about those unforgettable people and events.

The great battle of Higlath laid the foundation for the present. .

Original works, giving everyone the best, only literature, hope you like it!

The heartfelt voice of a child tells the true love and meaning, and the beauty of poetry is written with youth in all kinds of worldly situations: the persistence of love to the depths, the longing from the heart, the feedback of gratitude, the original intention that is not forgotten...

Emotional manuscripts, poetic life, ancient poems, good times,

All questions can be answered by yourself. You will never get a true answer by asking others. It has nothing to do with whether the answer the person gives you is true or false. The problem is that by the time you ask the question, you already have the answer. The moment you say it, your subconscious mind has already given the answer, but it is not the answer you want, or you choose to escape. Real things are often not very flattering. If you choose to deceive yourself, what you actually want is an excuse to criticize. At this time, you can make another choice with peace of mind.

I am practicing my own short poems, I hope someone can give me some advice. Thank you! ! ! [Don't spray if you don't like it]

The noisy, hustle and bustle of the outsole during the busy day does not allow people to think too much, and gradually it becomes a habit. But people are smart and thinking. If they really lose the function of thinking, they will indeed become numb animals, because I am struggling, trying to escape from this me who has lost my mind.

I wrote it in the winter of my freshman year. I opened the memo in my junior year and suddenly found it in the corner. I was very touched and made some changes. I still remember that it was just winter. As a freshman, I recalled every detail of my three years in high school. What impressed me the most was a showdown with a top student in a certain subject (he was recognized as the top student in that subject at the time). We happened to be in the same class, so the competition lasted for three years. After three years of exams, I gradually began to admire him. However, he failed to get into a good university because of his partial subjects in the college entrance examination. Although I beat him, I felt sorry for him, so I felt bold to write a song for myself compared to Wolong.

Meet someone, fall in love with a color, like everything in the world, and maybe meet someone one day in the future

Tang poetry is an art that has been passed down for thousands of years, and it can be intoxicating to read carefully!

This is a song about missing my lover in autumn, and I accidentally turned her into...

The curtains of the pavilions fly with the wind, and they collapse when they are drunk. In the March season, green trees and pear blossoms are blooming, and the oriole has entered the sky. There was a sudden noise around the courtyard, whether it was a ghost or a bird. In the dream, the young man felt pity for the clouds on his temples, and lost his soul in the words of love from a stranger.

Life is like a dream, when you wake up you are nearly 70 years old. I am a commoner, working hard in the fields of Xiyan. Occasionally, there are small pieces, which are also a true reflection of the life of the lower class people and a microcosm of my life. The essays are collected into chapters and compiled into a paper. I would like to leave this name as a family letter to future generations, so that you can encourage yourself!

The charm of poetry is endless. I have benefited a lot from it and gained the beauty in life, and I also want to share the beauty in my life with you.

Clear and bright moon accompanied by dark clouds The bleak autumn wind brings jade beads with it Travel the green and muddy road again No longer the childish man he once was

Good poetry comes from life. I like writing, and I like poetry even more. This collection of poems was written by Yi Meng himself. Friends who like poetry should come and take a look.

Describe life stories, recall life moments, live with small things, and share the times in my eyes.

There are flowers in spring, shade in summer, fallen leaves in autumn, and snowflakes in winter. I have witnessed and owned all the scenery in the sky all year round, but you are my visible and unattainable dream.

"Mu Feng Ji", Mu means washing hair; moistening or being moisturized; ancient officials' vacation; remediation; rice juice; surname. The words come from "Poetry·Xiaoya·CaiLv": I'm going to play music, and I'm going to sleep with my thin words. Here it means moistening. Wind literally means the phenomenon of air flow. It can also refer to the external scene, attitude, behavior or folk songs, which takes the meaning of character and literary talent. Collection is a collection of poems. I have always been very fond of traditional Chinese culture and poetry. I also like to recite poems and compose poems when I have nothing to do. "Mu Feng Ji" records my thoughts and thoughts from high school to graduation and employment. The changes in the vocabulary and artistic conception of the poems reflect the many twists and turns in the heart. The thin words return to the bath, and the wind sings them. This collection of original poems, every word and sentence, is full of emotions.

Poetry can cultivate taste, and life is inseparable from poetry! Wherever you feel, there is poetry!

The noisier the world becomes, the lonelier we appear, and being out of place becomes our daily psychological routine.

A prose about a better life through reading, reading is an upward force

The first article in my series of essays, showing what China looks like after reform