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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?

When I first heard the name "Zhu Yuanqian" at the Guangzhou Metro "Gongyuanqian" station, I had an indescribable emotion. I felt like I took out my phone and recorded it. The latter part was typed while eating KFC. It didn't feel right, but it also contained some of my stories. If there is anything wrong, please advise.

How do I start? How can I make you who have not yet entered the kingdom of love, who are already passionately in love, who are losing love, understand that in this scorching midsummer, you can once again recall from the bottom of your heart the fragrant rose deep in your heart. The scary thing is, how can you resist the rough surf hitting that rose again? But the fragrance it emits is so light and charming. Only when you stay away from the rose for a long time, and then come back to the place where you came to smell it, you will be surprised to find that the blooming buds in its fragrance are so beautiful. Gradually, this feeling will make you understand that because of this wonderful encounter, your seemingly rotten life has become brighter. The morning light continues to shine into the dark night sky, allowing you to continue chasing your own light and chasing your own dreams.

Comes from small inspirations and trivial poetry in life. I just want to write poems for myself and record my tiredness and loneliness.

The collection of poems contains personal emotions that are either imitating the ancient times or making fun of them, and they are not just about one's own feelings.

What is a dream? How many people has it achieved? How many lives have been ruined? But we will never give up after all.

Hazy, confused, confused, confused, right and wrong, gratitude and resentment Stumbling around and around, reincarnated into life and death, day and night, false, true, true Scattered wind, rain, stop and go, back and forth, staggering

I'm new here, and my writing style is green. I live a life of peace and contentment. Looking back at the past years, I feel a lot of emotion. I use words to look forward to the past, so I wrote this article. "Xiao Hua" and "Liu Yun" both come from Li Qingzhao's poems. I'm new to writing, so please forgive me if I don't like it.

Any similarity between original poems and lyrics is purely coincidental. If you don't like it, please don't criticize it.

The evening breeze is blowing, catkins are flying, looking for a ray of true love and a quiet place in this troubled world (this book is a poetry work, but it does not pay attention to rhythm, and the contents in the book are all original)

Lonely people have a different view of things than ordinary people and have extremely distinct thoughts. They are unique and unique among their peers.

Great scientists have said that there are many more stars in the universe than grains of sand on the seashore.

Adapted from real people and true stories, it is rich in personal emotions, brings a full sense of picture, and attacks the soul.

I have been playing this game since it was released in 2017, and then I wrote this work using poetry in 2019. It is purely original, and I may be the first person to write a game using poetry. I don't know if this is the case.

The purple butterfly has experienced ups and downs, sunshine and haze in its life. Its life is short but long. I hope we can also find resonance in its ordinary life.

If you like someone, you can't help but think of them and miss them. . .

There's a lot of emotion in it. They are all what I want to express. They represent my voice and spread to every corner of the world!

The pure love of high school students, words from the heart, yearning for a better future.

There were countless moments when I thought he liked me. I just thought he would

Spring sleep pillow breeze Xia Mei Tingyu Lying in Autumn and Watching the Clouds Sleeping in the snow in winter Random essays on the beauty of the four seasons. Articles for each season will be constantly updated according to your mood!

I am only in the first grade of junior high school. Even if I am bruised and hesitated, I still want to have a try. The world of Kangkang is so big. OVO

This article is written to a friend as her coming-of-age ceremony, wishing her to enter the youth of eighteen years old.

I am walking in my dream, recording the story of my dream, telling me what happened in my dream in the first person, and also looking for the boy in white in my dream.

Mainly some words conceived by myself.

Poetry? Prose? Short sentence? For me, I don't have to make a distinction because I've loved it since I was a child.