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What we strive for is what we already have

As time passes, we will never be separated. Time flies, time flies. Prime Minister Bai didn't know what to do. Seeing old friends again. Things have changed over the years. The official situation is declining. Ashamed that the green pines keep the cold weather

I met the most beautiful you in the most beautiful years, but before my love fully bloomed, you chose to leave...

Zaizai, a nine-year-old fourth grader, became very interested in poetry after reading The Birds Collection and kept writing prose poems. ????????????

Nine-year-old Liangliang was very interested after reading the collection of birds. She wrote three prose poems in a row and said that she would compile a collection of prose poems called Kuohai Collection. ????????????????

There are always people who tell lies and believe them to be truth, and live by replacing life with death.

A few sentences of prose poems about what I have been thinking, feeling, and thinking about for the rest of my life.

"Yan'er is so cute, it won't look good if she cries." "Grandpa likes Yan'er the most!" "Yan'er, if your father bullies you, tell grandpa and grandpa will beat him to vent your anger." ... Winter passes and spring comes. Every May, a girl will have lychees in her hands. It is a happy time that she misses and cannot let go of.

Life gives you a piece of wood, and you can choose to rot slowly or burn. Although beautiful flowers will wither, they are worth admiring when they are in full bloom. Only by creating the most beautiful scenery at the most beautiful time can life be full of meaning.

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Only after hard work and experience can you understand. I have seen the wind, frost, rain and snow, tasted the ups and downs, and have been clean of all the wind and smoke, so I can do whatever I want in the world.

Lots and lots of strange little stories! I hope it will become popular, and I hope everyone will support me!

When the sunshine shines in every day, I know that today is another day full of energy!

Recording the ups and downs of life, the road of growth, everything that passes by becomes scenery.

It's mainly an article describing the great qualities and spirit of frontline workers. It's my first time writing it, so please forgive me if it's not good.

A casual person who is full of complaints does not need tea or wine. He can read it in his spare time to comfort himself.

This is a masterpiece of prose that records the middle school period. Please forgive me for the poor literary talent.

These are most of the compositions written by a primary school student from the third grade to the sixth grade. Maybe you will think that this novel is not interesting and the writing is very poor, but you will never imagine how many memories of this primary school student are contained in this novel... I post it here for no other reason than to keep the bitter and sweet memories...

All encounters in the world are destined, whether they love or hate, stay together or separate!

The work I wrote when I graduated that year, I would like to make you smile and remember those people, that thing, that building, and that persimmon tree in those years.

I like half a cold watermelon in summer I like sweet strawberry popsicles in summer I like the brisk cicada singing in summer I like the gentle evening breeze by the river in summer I like the stars in the summer night sky But actually, what I like most is you spending the summer with me. In the afternoon, the sky is clear and white clouds bloom. Holding the cat in my arms, the puppy beside me is wagging its tail, Lying with you in the shade, The gentle breeze brings sweet dreams.

In the face of love, we often become the servants of love, serving love. When I first listened to "Wrong Love" by Ji Yanlin and Liu Zengtong, I heard We Once. It turns out that we have always been bound by that invisible dependence, so we hurt each other and suffered. Our ending is just like the lyrics, you turned to the left, and then what? I also turned to the right, and we said goodbye at the crossroads of life. But we also left a wonderful memory. And I plan to tell my friends how sharing is the wrong kind of love.

I imitate the ancients in reciting poems and composing poems. The ancient poems and short prose in each chapter are carefully created by me after thousands of days and nights. I hope everyone can support my works!

Keep the touch of life, discover the beauty of life, express aspirations and melancholy with poetry.

When people ask me how I feel, I answer: "In one word, I am happy. Other than that, I have no other thoughts."

To all the heroes fighting the epidemic... Heroes on Four Heaven Roads in April need to drive slowly

Stupidly recorded articles, memories of Gouzi, companionship is the most difficult thing to let go of.

Readers are welcome to read this four-character idiom story. Please forgive me if there are any similarities.

Real prose can not only penetrate people's hearts, but also open up a wise life. This article mainly describes the author's experience and past stories.

Some poems written by an ordinary high school student in his spare time.

I wrote a little poem to celebrate the 30th anniversary of the founding of Pudong.

On the other side of the soul, there are birds chirping and flowers fragrant, and the eyes are filled with meandering scenery. Whenever the heart is no longer calm, it will look for the other side of the soul. Here is a bridge built with exquisite language, a fortress piled with stories that have been passed down through the ages. The blue sky and white clouds transformed by vivid words are filled with the fragrance of books, and the breeze blows through my heart. Yearning for such a pure land of the soul.

Four o'clock in the morning I saw the begonia flower was still awake I always feel like this you should be by my side --Kawabata Yasunari, "Flowers Never Sleep"

Let me write some experiences, some that are embarrassing, some that can make others think I am stupid, and some that happened by coincidence. It is said that Aquarius has the most accurate intuition, and maybe it is true. At the same time, I am also a self-proclaimed poet and lyricist. I have written lyrics and can also write poems. I'm the type who's grumpy with those around me and mild-mannered with strangers. After all, I have been fond of words since I was a child, so I wrote a few poems and songs, so I am still a bit aloof and don't like places that are too lively. My story is not surprising. After all, my inner world is quite rich. One's principles must be defended with one's own strength. If you don't have the strength, why should others respect your principles? I hope this will happen one day. Hope everyone can too.

When you are dark, you still look up at the stars, But when you look up at the stars, will it still be dark?

Contains my own original poems and lyrics. Just to leave a mark that is unique to me in this bright world!

There is a kind of love called heart-to-heart connection between mother and child. There is a kind of love called blood connection.

Tell the story of your crisis in a fallen leaf, and how you finally entered the world of leaves

My poems and my stories. My dreams and my likes.

Life insights, medicine, and related subject knowledge.

What does osmanthus taste like? Do you carefully observe his every slight fluctuation?

These poems are all bits and pieces of my youth, lovesickness and people, sadness and people, laughter and people. . . , May the memory never fade. . .

Recording your thoughts and looking back is also a kind of beauty!

There are many things waiting for us to do in life, and I love writing

When I was little, I wanted to fly When I grow up, I run after the city My feet left the ground and I achieved a flight of five centimeters

How humble it is, leaving you without the courage to even look back, and how thorough it is that a big dream in life is just a one-man show of your own.

Walking alone, two minds wander. You say I am aimless, But I know where the world is.

This poem is dedicated to those "rebels against the epidemic" who have protected our tomorrow with their lives. Let us pay tribute to the heroes!

Regarding your dreams, are you also looking for an outlet? Does the gap between ideal and reality confuse you? Should you persist or give up? Which one do you choose? There are too many intersections and I don't know where to turn. Success is always on the opposite side. Whether you continue to be yourself or become someone else, you have to make a choice...

Write what you like. You may not be willing to be with me, but after going through wind and rain, I still invite you to see the rainbow together.