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This is a poem that records the heart and soul. No matter what kind of era this is, everyone should have a poem of their own and write a song dedicated to themselves.

He can't write poems and dare not sing songs. He herds horses outside the Great Wall and asks about flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. Nalan Rongruo and Cangyang Gyatso are both sad and difficult to draw, but what are their true feelings? Scattered melancholy, occasional good sentences, thousands of notes, just for thinking. If you come, I will serve you tea. If you meet a close friend, I will sing in my heart.

It rained heavily that day and I was in a terrible mood, but I looked up and saw the girl smiling at me under the blazing sun.

Along the way, there have been ups and downs, what else have you not experienced? Do you dare to say that everything goes well?

Life is not just about the present, but also about the poetry and dreams in the distance.

"Collection of Quotes about Nana: A Collection of Sentences in One Room" is the first original serialized sentence collection in China. The entire sentence collection is divided into two volumes. The first volume contains sentences in various styles, and the second volume contains sentence segments in various styles.

Every day, every moment. Every day, every moment. I love you. I miss you. I love you. I miss you.

"Rainy Night Collection" takes you through classical Chinese prose, poetry and distant places, and enjoys beautiful scenery together.

Original love poems, lyrics and more! It is the perception of life and the experience of life!

My teenage life is full of mystery and legend... So I recorded every bit of my life.

I write as I feel, and even if it's my first time writing, I'm not very good at writing. Anyway, it's very impermanent.

Life is both bitter and sweet. Bitterness is there. Life is not easy. You have to work hard. Sweetness is there. The world is big, and I have seen her.

Poetry comes from life and is recorded in Gan Yi's Bailu Meiji. .

Life is full of seas, mountains and rivers, but nothing more. Write some of your own insights and sentences, that's all. Maybe it's a diary...

To the young man! Come on!

My yearning for Nanshan goes beyond what I can see in front of me. I love it, and I can't let it chase me. I can just watch it from a distance.

I just wrote some random stuff when I was bored...

A poem written for teenagers, I hope readers can appreciate the beauty of poetry.

Prose poems written by teenagers, poems record life! ! ! ! ! !

A mediocre person who writes, a ridiculous and heart-warming story. I hope it can cure the loneliness and confusion you and I share.

This prose will bring you unique feelings and pleasure of reading.

When you have nothing to do, think about and review your gains and losses over the years, and record them casually.

Poetry, wine, years, wind, moon, sea of ​​clouds, flying flowers, falling rain, white deer, solitary wild goose, ancient road at the end of the world, long love, short dreams

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.