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Birth, old age, illness and death, the cycle of death and reincarnation. Separate separate. This book has no soul, just constant breathing. Please listen

I write about my life in my spare time, and I will write down my sorrows and joys! How many close friends are there?

Sometimes, waking up is one thing, but turning your back is another thing. Life is like this, there are joys and sorrows, but there is never a lack of beauty. It doesn't matter, I'm always too late in this life anyway.

The little foreign car carries the memories of my childhood and my father's love for me.

I can't think of an introduction. Please read the text. It contains some limericks and lyrics written by the author

The work of an unknown person, a miscellaneous book, there are poems, there is me, and maybe you are missing, can a friend appreciate it?

"Southern Girl" The wind from the south disturbs the rippling green waves·Beside the field road, there is a girl. She has the color of the fields, the leaves fall on her shoulders with autumn eyes, and melancholy sweeps across her eyebrows. She has a winter secret hidden by the late autumn·South The wind is very long, pulling the kite's string far away, pulling on longing, disturbing confusion, opening the door curtain, and ringing the bell (la la la...)·Girls in the south still remember that year in the north where the thick white snow buried their hometown under the winter wheat.

"Qixinghe Poetry Collection" is a collection of nearly a hundred modern poems.

Sit under the pavilion, sip tea, and enter the world. He raised his hands slightly and paddled through the water.

Here is a collection of my most beautiful modern love poems, showing the beauty and pathos of love. A very beautiful collection of love poems.

Because of understanding, tolerance, generosity and kindness, these beautiful words have touched people's thoughts. Become a tool to harm others.

I would like to dedicate this article to the countless people who have devoted their youth to the development and opening up of Pudong.

It originates from a true love and a separation. It turns out that there is a kind of love. Saying more is too much, but saying too little is not understandable!

The colors of the world are ever-changing, with colorful black, colorful white, and colorful grays slowly colliding into life under the precipitation of time. A collection of poems and occasionally a few essays

Be ordinary, trivial, live seriously and learn to grow up. We are all ordinary people, and my story is ordinary. Growing up or short, a poem accompanies a person, walking in a city under the moon...

Xiaoyu is an ordinary girl on earth, but she also has another identity. She is the daughter of the Moon Lord, the patron saint of the Moon Kingdom. She traveled through time and came to the Kingdom of the Moon, looking for the Lord of the Moon while being tracked by the Demon King. She and the villain Jike encountered many wonderful experiences along the way, such as the City of Stone, the Shadow Kingdom in the desert, the Magic Forest, the Red Sea, and the Holy Mountain of Mist.

Grandpa often said that where there are flowers, there are waves, and where there are ups and downs, there is life. At that time, I didn't understand what grandpa said. Grandpa just smiled and then looked at the retro old house. There is a garden behind our house!

Write down the time and stars; write down the breeze and drizzle; write down the time and you.

Along the way, the stick is more powerful than the horse, and the peonies are more powerful than the flowers. I will just include the finished product.

Everything I wrote casually is thrown here! I hope you readers won't laugh at me.

Use prose to record the beauty of life and write a wonderful chapter.

High-speed connections transmit thoughts, and jumping words reveal wishes.

He entered Chang'an with his sword and left with the army commander. When you succeed, where will you be when you return? ?

It's easy to meet but hard to fall in love. If one day you meet someone who can give you a shoulder to lean on, then please cherish it.

A compilation of poetry works, with imaginative stories attached. Hope you like it.

Trapped beast, lion looking at each other It's been so long since I remembered it Until I met it again in my dream this morning

I walked leisurely on this path, sometimes singing loudly, sometimes singing softly

There is fog in the evening, there is fog in the morning, the clouds cover the fog, and the clear sky disperses!

Chinese New Year - dedicated to the people of Liaozhong fighting the epidemic in 2020. Male 1: The New Year should be the sound of firecrackers and the whole country celebrating together. Female 1: The New Year should also be the laughter and household reunions. Male 2: The New Year should be the lights of thousands of families, peace and harmony. Female 2: But the year of 2020 is full of touching and unforgettable moments. Male 3: This is a very unusual year. It's so unusual that it makes us heartbroken. It's so unusual that it makes our eyes wet with tears. Woman 3: There is a distant place that has always made us miss us. Groups of data tightly tug at our heartstrings.

The road of life is winding and winding, crossing the barriers of mountains and water. The poets in the distance are waiting for the bright bloom of dreams. Let us travel far in the August of poetry and the midsummer of life.

Life insights, experiences, and shouting. Everyone has a story, written down, traces of time. Leave a touch of red in the sky.

This is a collection of short and medium-length animal novels, including "Black Spot of the Wolf King", "Gaxian Cave", "Tiger Baby and Muntjac Baby", etc., Which are all worth reading.

Dreams are like angel wings, taking us to poetry and distance!

Refreshing and beautiful poetry, a few words contain rich philosophy and some unique ideas.

The beautiful moments in life have passed by, but we are glad we once had them. In fact, poetry is not far away from our lives. It is lurking in a corner of the street. Like the aura of life, poetry is everywhere in life, because life itself is poetry.

Poetic and lingering words convey the most sincere feelings. The best way to express your understanding of the world is the creation of poetry. This is a poetic and lyrical creation. I hope it can calm people's hearts and appreciate this continuous work together.

Chang'an Weiyang, The people in the story and the places in the memory, Weiyang Changle!

Golden millet decorates the fairy tree, and jade dew makes people sad. Who knows that buying flowers and wine is not like traveling as a teenager.

The record of hometown is written about the beautiful rivers of Sichuan and Hubei. The fragrance of tomatoes writes my feelings

A disabled girl can have the dream of an angel, let alone you and me if we are so disabled.

No one understands it, but everyone seems to understand it. You have your opinion, I have my life.

That voice kept ticking in my heart. No one came to wake it up, and it never answered. It just wants to come to this world, take a look, exist, burn, hot-blooded, lonely, just exist or just stand. Finally I want it to come, after the last ashes of passion are blown away by the wind, finally it is coming, staggering in small steps! ! ! A withered rose on the road of life is inserted into the wine bottle in the bar at midnight. Whether you appreciate it or not, see it or not, it is there, waiting for the wind to blow from the music of the bar singer and dry it up.

I hope these simple words can open your mind and allow you to understand improvement.

I am a knight and you are a princess. It was a misunderstanding when we met. Maybe we paid by mistake after all...

Spring flowers and autumn moon, summer flowers and winter snow, and the paper and ink are passing by. I wish to come and go wherever I want, and come and go as I please.

Have a love dilemma? Are you confused about your career? Is there helplessness in life? Come and feel at ease

It is not just a small poem, but also carries a young man's yearning for beauty.

A song of Nanyan language comes to express my love. Walking in the rain, I shed tears of sadness.

Every charming glance is a story repeated, and every charming flower is a beauty in the world.

Listening to the sound of snow, will you think of the past buried deep in your heart?