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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

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"

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.