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I have always seen your kindness to me and kept it in my heart. You always want to give me the best, give me everything you can, and always work hard to change your life. In fact, you are everything to me. I already have the most precious thing in the world. I didn't understand before, I didn't understand how happy I was the moment I woke up and found you lying next to me. In fact, there is a lot more I want to say, but at this moment, I don't know how to describe it. I cherish every day, every moment, and every second that I have spent with you in the past, and I want to have you every day, every moment, and every second in the future. I believe that one day we will step into that sacred hall as we hope, and then say "I do" openly and openly.

This is my first book, a book of poetry and prose. Hope you like it ^_^?(\U002F≧▽≦\u002F)

The most true deep in the soul; the most natural expression; the charm of poetry

The lilies are in bloom, holy and beautiful. I also had a flower like that, but now it has gone with the wind. I keep its aura in my heart. Let her care for my soul.

Ordinary life is always hard, but occasionally colorful butterflies appear in dreams, Every bit of writing turns into memory, and there are always three thousand years gathered together!

When I was 14 years old, I was filled with emotions. Over the past 14 years, I felt that I was confused and had no goals in life. I hoped that I could wake up.

This is a collection of poems written daily. I hope you all like it. Thank you.

In a small town in Missouri in the 1920s, Clem is torn between his family responsibilities and the life he wants to live. He must start working in a lead mine on his thirteenth birthday to help his sister afford medical bills. He left school, and what happened next made him gradually say goodbye to a little boy and grow into a strong-hearted person...

Every poem tells one's true feelings. The only way to relieve worries is to write poems!

It took ten years to sharpen a sword, but the frost never wiped it off. Today I am showing you to you, who has any injustice?

The flowers have bloomed all summer, the leaves have fallen and the wind has warmed me. The child I once was has become slim and graceful, and the growth I once expected has been realized by the years. I hope that when you grow up, you can be treated gently by the years. Don't stay in a small space anymore. The world is so small and your heart is so small. Don't always live in it. Come out and see more. Even though the years are pale, there will eventually be someone who treats you like the first time you met. There are ups and downs in the world, and three thousand fates are shallow. When we meet again, they are all fate.

There is such a group of people who make a living by driving carriages, pulling people and carrying passengers, and day after day they wait for the returning guests from afar...

A girl's appreciation and love for a boy eventually turns the boy into her motivation to move forward, looking forward to becoming a better version of herself and meeting the boy in the bright future.

Charles and his poems, the memory of time gone by, and the direct confrontation of it...

Different poetry collections may give you different feelings. Please check the poem when it arrives.

Mixing everything I think, everything I sing, everything I adore, everything I yearn for, everything I love.

A poem written by a student who likes Haizi. Poetry is a part of life.

Ning Yiyi died in a car accident on her birthday and was selected by the system to be in an unfinished book to save the world and fill in the gaps.

The young man is gone after all, but the path he walked remains. My own creation, please don't comment if you don't like it, thank you, it's just for entertainment.

I don't know where this huge world came from, I don't know when we got these green mountains and green waters, I don't know when civilization was born, humans occupy the pinnacle and "control" the creatures of the world. Have we forgotten the original meaning of life...

Most of the poems included in this booklet were written when I was studying in college. They seem very immature now, but they record my fantasy and understanding of love during my college days, reveal my desire and confusion for pure love, and are deeply imprinted on my youthful growth.

When we talk about Tang poetry and Song lyrics, probably some romantic things will always come to our minds. Or the spring rain of apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, or the fierce autumn wind of horses in the north of the Great Wall, or the romance of Li Taibai picking the stars with his hands, or the confusion of when Su Zizhan forgot about the camp. More or less, everyone will remember one or two classics in their hearts. I think this is what others call the power of culture. Therefore, I am often glad that we have Tang poetry, Song poetry, and four great classics in our history. I am glad that I am a descendant of the Yan and Huang Dynasties and was born in such a country with a long history. But sometimes I also regret it. For example, poetry and ancient prose, which have been passed down for thousands of years, seem to be declining in today's increasingly impetuous society. As far as I can see, poetry has actually become a niche culture. Not to mention creation, there seem to be very few people left who are willing to read it quietly. I understand that this is the trend and the general trend. The reason may be that people's life pace is too fast and they have no time to distract their energy; it may also be that the threshold for poetry creation is too high, which discourages many people. But as an ordinary person who loves poetry, I still feel a deep regret in my heart. Of course, I don't dare to dream that I can change anything on my own (how can a nobody dare to bear such a big name). The reason why I want to write these things here is just because there is a platform here so that more people can see: poetry is not only understood by those "high-ranking" people, there are also ordinary people like me who create it. The art of poetry is not dead. Finally, if anyone is interested, you are welcome to support, correct, and discuss.

A series of stories about my time in Taiping Town, from birth to now, this land that I love has turned out to be my paradise, now and in the future.

"You have the fragrance of flowers and hidden worries, and I have the beauty and severe pain." Here are some poems, essays and essays.

In junior high school, you should have enjoyed the beautiful flowers, but unfortunately you were plagued by illness. You withered like a flower, leaving me with endless thoughts.

What kind of sky will there be when I see a rainbow in the future? Believe that no matter where you go or who you meet, you are lucky. The same is true whether it gives you sadness or joy.

When he met her in high school, it was due to fate, not marriage.

If you feel it with your heart, you can feel the temperature of the wind, the whisper of the flowers, and the quiet intoxication of the night.

These are some short compositions, you can read them all, they are original, but they are not very good, don't mind~

The waves of the Wujiang River are white, the sun and the moon are white, the tigers are roaring and the dragons are mourning. The heroes of the ages have temporarily returned to heaven, and the songs are remembered in the sky.

Various manuscripts and essays record life, record life, and make writing another way of recording life.

These poems are all about the author's feelings in his own life.

Ordinary people doing extraordinary things Don't do it if you say it, don't say it if you do it This is not just a gap Even more realm

Create some short stories for children. Suitable for children and teenagers to read.

I have compiled and written a collection of poems based on my own personal experiences and sentiments, including classic poems of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, which will give readers a unique charm. A love song about the past.

The changes in literary works can best record a person's journey of becoming. Readership: 197882643

"Hello World" once told me to say goodbye. This is a new chapter, a new beginning. Let us embark on that new journey with "Your Tenderness". This collection includes self-composed modern poems and ancient poems from 2019 to the present in chronological order.

The two poems are named "Ju Si" and "Tian Xing Ge" respectively. "Ju Si" mainly talks about the feeling of longing that is close but not yet felt, while "Tian Xing Ge" tells a kind of open-minded and heroic love belief. Friends who like poetry can appreciate it and hope that everyone will give their opinions.

The five thousand years of history of China are guarded and written by generations of pioneers!

Practice it personally, reject piracy, and support genuine authorization, starting from this moment!

I would like to use this easy-to-understand prose to commemorate my somewhat regretful but fleeting childhood.

Contains most of the poems written in the Gengzi year, when cold clouds began to cover the year.

The scenery was beautiful that day. You were waiting for me on the street corner... I still remember the faint moonlight after the sunset... I still remember the lights of thousands of houses under the faint moonlight...

Thoughts on life, perception of life, understanding of life

"New Dream Collection" uses metaphors, personification and other techniques to associate things with career, life, dreams and other aspects. It contains the author's rich emotions and is a collection of poems with comprehensive themes.

The prose poem, emmmm, was not well written. Sorry, my hand slipped and I finished it. If necessary, I can ask for advice and re-open a new book (please search for the Yangyang brand prose collection on the Qidian Reading app)

Mo Yan, you are worried and I am even more worried. It is better than the three-story tower in the sky. You are a piece of the moon under your feet, and I am the moon shining on Kyushu. This book is an ancient poem with five characters and seven characters, not a modern poem. There are seventeen poems in the book. I would like to select one or two of them and give them to you, as if you were here in person.

For me now, the word love can only be viewed from a distance. Because......

Time sends gifts, little waves of life! Prose, miscellany, and occasional poetry are all here! Have you ever had these feelings and resonances in the hustle and bustle life or the quiet life? Return to the simplicity of literature and art, and write about the perception of human nature! The strings promote the truth, goodness and beauty, and create a paradise of dreams for the soul!

The future is in the infinite silent distance, I think, I will keep writing. This is me in the past, and it has disappeared at this time.