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The country's culture is as bright as the stars, inspiring future generations. My poems and essays are appreciated by both refined and popular people. Readers see them, and I feel very happy.

I don't have time to write long things, and I can't get out short things.

There are many kinds of life, some are beautiful, some are ugly, some are righteous, and some are evil. It is not only the smoke and smoke of firewood, rice, oil and salt, but also the arrogance and breeze of drunken white clouds.

A letter once a year records love and beautiful memories.

I wanted to write a simple poem, using words and symbols to work together to create a beautiful picture.

Short essays, poems, essays, that's all. . . . . . .

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Are you awake No. 002? Um. This is how the story of a boy and a girl unfolds. Please do not leave me

This spring. The peaches and willows are still green, and the orioles are flying and the swallows are dancing. The only difference is that under the peach and plum trees, those "masked knights" in twos and threes are no longer in groups chatting and banqueting, let alone a surging sea of people. There are only those melancholy and dull eyes, and the ground. The ants on the bed were looking around uneasily... Suddenly, a gust of breeze blew, and pink peach blossoms and snow-white plum blossoms fell one after another. A rain of red and white flowers silently played the prelude to spring.

A student's inner thoughts during the epidemic are real and affectionate. Taste carefully!

Limerick poems by the humble poet Yong Zitu Newbie, please take care of me Hope to give more opinions Accept advice but don't accept criticism This book is "The Collection of Yong Zitu's Works" Including but not limited to poetry, prose Poetry is not created to be read by others. Poetry is the poet's own art. Literature does not exist to please others. Literature is the author's own inner voice.

I tell stories, and you bring melon seeds, peanuts, popcorn, and cola to listen.

May your arms be eternally awake and record the infinite tenderness in the world. Some small poems and sighs of life.

This book records personal feelings. I hope you can read some of your own stories from my experiences.

It's just this sentence that I think is good, so I want to tell you

We memorized many ancient poems in those years, including the homesickness of "the bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected of being frost on the ground"; the pastoral joy of "beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain, and the grass is full of bean seedlings"; the sadness of missing my wife, "why should we cut the candles from the west window together, but talk about the night rain in Bashan"; the love and hatred of "living alone in the high moon tower, drinking wine into my sorrow, turning into tears of lovesickness"... The poet's concise writing style perfectly expresses the emotions and scenes, leaving us with endless reveries. I love ancient poems and essays, so I continued to write the unfinished stories that the poet had come up with after reading them. The content of the article should be as close to historical facts as possible, with some fantasy plots. I hope you will like it. Together we complete the poetic and picturesque scenery of those years.

Inspirational style. If you have troubles in life, please subscribe. This is my first time writing a book. Please support me.

This poem was written on March 19, 2020. Spring is warm and beautiful. The spring breeze blows gently on the cheeks and blows through every place and corner of the world. It brings the hope of life and is full of endless power. It was March, the sun was just right and the breeze was not dry. The footsteps of spring are here as promised, let us walk on the road of life fearlessly even if we carry a heavy burden!

We once wandered separately, but now we look at each other in exile.

Last night's dream was separated by the hazy window lattice, and the two dreams were lonely and lonely. Time sent me to the other side. When I was half awake, I was in the dream...

Use a song to tell a story. It takes a while to understand a truth.

These are some of the things that happened in my hometown that made up my childhood.

This poem was written on August 20, 2011. The original title of "Warm Memories" was created based on the fact that a relative who was very good to me died in an accidental car accident in the summer of 2011 due to a failure of first aid, so I wrote this poem to express my inner sadness and sadness.

The scenery along the way, the emotions along the way, I only wish that the years are endless and life is happy.

Come on, the most beautiful angels swimming upstream, and our Greater China! Come on! Come on! Say important things three times!

This poem was written on September 17, 2018. Use dreams, fantasies and reality to express my mood, situation and feelings at that time.

One flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi. Observe the vegetation in the world and read the philosophy of life.

Daily essays and short poems. I hope to comment and share. I'll give you the number of words for the last sentence.

I have written modern poems before, but this is probably the second draft. Although it may not have changed much, I still want to write it. Most of them are memories from the past. Although I don't know if anyone will read them, I just wanted to simply write them down and recall them once.

Take dreams as horses and live up to your time. I hope that I can prove the truth through poetry and lead the Chinese poetry world! (QQ book club group: 1057497127)

I'm a eunuch, so of course the manager wouldn't dare. I'm just giving it a try. . . .

Let the hesitation disappear, let the confusion have nowhere to settle. Boldly looking for the most beautiful light and shadow.

The song of freedom lingers in the poem of love, the story is so beautiful

Her thorough understanding of the world, her disappointment in life, and her concise language revealed the person in her mind.

Really, just leave it to fate!,,,,,,,,,,,,

These "Short Poems" are just some prose poems, just a few articles. Please give me more advice.

This is a love letter written to a future lover. Maybe that person has not come yet, maybe that person will not come back in the future, maybe that person has already been here.

During work breaks, I check my son's homework on the phone, living a simple life, hard but happy.

The book is full of poems, written for those of you who like to read poems. There are long poems and short poems.

Poetry is a long river, gentle and delicate, crystal clear; poetry is a giant waterfall, majestic and powerful; poetry is a spacious sea, boundless and wide. We can get one truth after another from life, and these truths will guide us in the direction we want our lives to go...

With a flower hoe, who did Daiyu bury with tears? In a small building, who is Xiangjun sitting alone for? His Highness Changsheng asked the emperor, "The fragrant soul on Ma Zai Slope disappears!" If life is just like the first time we met, I will only remember the beauty of each other. From now on, we will not be sad or sad.

Record it with time A letter wandering in Lingding Ocean Thoughts from you and me

Even if you don't have a warm embrace, you should live your strongest and most beautiful life like a cactus

After many years, I uncovered the "weird words" from my school days, quoted scriptures, and traces of showing off my knowledge clearly appeared on the paper. It was funny to read, but after thinking about it again and again, I decided to publish it, which fulfilled my boyhood dream.

This is a prose, describing the scenery at dawn. I often see such moving dawns in my dreams, so I decided to describe it in words.

"My love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas can be leveled." But it's not the mountains and seas that are difficult to level, but his heart.

Dragging corrupt thoughts, listening to inspirational words, using the laziest body, crushing the most serious attitude

When we were in the countryside, we saw straw after autumn. Why can't we learn from their tenacity? They are tenacious and strive to live in the cold of late autumn, waiting for the arrival of the first snow in winter to end their last lives.

It's a short story, you can read it if you are interested. Original title: I redeemed the freedom of this top-notch woman The stem comes from: Yan Huan

Use poetry to warm you and me, heal the trauma of life, and give yourself a hug late at night.