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It has been six or seven years since we separated, and we have been in love for several years. There is a sense of nostalgia under the ink, and a feeling of falling flowers in my heart. Thinking about the ups and downs of the past now, recalling the words adds to the love of the moon. I think I have been holding on to dreams all my life, and the world of mortals is full of emotions.

Is the sun golden under the aurora? Over the past two years, I have recorded my life sporadically and written these small poems to look up at the sun under the aurora.

The Soviet writer Chernyshevsky has a famous saying: "Literature comes from life, but is higher than life." This is the foundation for a person to engage in literature and the source of literature. Du Fu, the ancient Chinese poet, also once said a famous saying: "Reading thousands of volumes, writing is like a god." The famous Tang Dynasty poet The bitter poet Jia Dao once said: "It takes three years to acquire two sentences, and two tears will flow from one sentence." These bits and pieces of creative experience are the insights of the authors in the long-term practice process. It can be imagined how difficult a writer's growth process is and how rare good works are. The two emperors since the Qing Dynasty, Kangxi and Qianlong, also enjoyed writing poetry throughout their lives. They wrote countless poems throughout their lives. On the occasion of the birthday of the Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang, Kangxi wrote the most famous word "Fu" in the world that has been handed down to this day. Emperor Qianlong even ordered the compilation of the "Sikuquanshu" which took a long time and was well-known at home and abroad. One can imagine his love for books and culture. Emperor Qianlong wrote tens of thousands of poems in his lifetime, but he could not pick out one that was familiar to the common people. You can imagine how difficult it is to write an essay. In modern society, with the increasing cultural level of Chinese people, it is common for college students to write articles and novels as long as they can read and write, but there are only a few who can write viable articles...

China has a history of five thousand years, and its culture has a long history. Who drinks and chats happily, who is sad and sentimental, and who is cynical and jealous! After going through it, experiencing it, I finally realized that my inner demon is myself after all!

A short poem that I wrote by accident. I had a sudden burst of inspiration last night.

The reason why a person's heart is still bright is because there is the sun in the heart, there are thoughts, and the heart belongs to something. But when the sun sets over the western mountains and the glow recedes, is the light in my heart still there? A person's life has ups and downs, as well as joys and sorrows. There used to be a few people with whom I could share my joys and sorrows. And as I walked, I discovered that I was the only one fighting alone. Loneliness, loneliness, and sadness became my confidants as I wiped away my tears in the dead of night. At this time, I always want to have someone who can listen to my heart. I have searched and searched, but only words can understand me. I just wanted to write something and use words to awaken the remaining light in my heart.

When he was young, his father died. I never dare to touch the pain left behind, but I miss it all the time.

Some original poems and prose may not be as good as those written by others. I hope you all like them.

There's nothing to see, and it's not a big deal. I just hope that my poems will disappear like the snow melting in winter, not in the warm sun or in the spring breeze...

The male protagonist was punished and died repeatedly for blasphemy. Make a bet with the gods that if you find 10,000 ways to die and solve the riddle, you will become a god...

How a person should live is the most meaningful way. In fact, the answer has always been in our hearts, but we are exhausted looking for it.

This is a story about love, life, and friendship. For every day like this, little luck is accumulating little by little. After a long time, we can find that the people and things around us are small blessings that can bring us happiness and beauty.

A bottle of wine can help you forget a period of worry Drinking is harmful to the body, not drinking is sad I have a story and a bottle of sake...

I feel deeply about my grandma's life experiences, and piece together my grandma's bumpy life from my memory, which is very sad! I miss my grandma so much.

How long can the word young be used? If the years could go back, I would give up everything!

Life essay, the ordinary is extraordinary, the extraordinary is ordinary, this is life.

Record the real emotional world activities in middle school and share them with you; take a closer look to see if there are any shadows that seem familiar to you.

I am only sixteen years old and have little experience. I am writing this purely as a hobby. My writing is rough and my language is not elegant. I dare you to laugh at it.

I received a different gift this Valentine's Day. At this critical moment of the epidemic, it is an honor to receive this gift...

As an online writer, there is very little I can do for this epidemic, so staying at home can be considered a contribution.

Writing a book is not easy, so please encourage me. If there are any shortcomings, please point them out. There is something wrong with this book, follow up the search for "Sky Island Merchant"

Your name is always in my mind, lingering, coming and going.

In the stillness of the night, the unstoppable thoughts turned into the unruly yearning of a young man

After spending the rest of his life, he should leave something behind! Both tragedy and comedy!

The flowers are blooming in the pinellia, and I will meet you if you wish. Ruoyou's collection of works includes a series of original works such as prose, poetry, essays, descriptions, etc. You are welcome to read and excerpt them. Please seek Ruoyou's opinion and indicate the source for reprinting.

"In an old and dilapidated old house, he turned all his thoughts into words and scattered them in the wind..."

Everyone has his own forest. Maybe we have never been there, but it will always be there. It will always be there. The lost people are lost, and the people who meet will meet again --Haruki Murakami

I remember when I was young, he loved to chat and I loved to laugh. We sat side by side under the peach tree, with the wind blowing in the treetops and birds chirping, and somehow I fell asleep, with so many flowers falling in my dream. Some people say that the post-80s generation is constantly innovating, but they are also constantly trapped in the sadness of nostalgia. We used to be so young, shouting about being born in the 80s all day long. Today, the first generation born in the 80s has entered Buhuo, and everyone born in the 80s has already stood up. People and things in the past are gradually drifting away. When we think of the past, there is always an emotion that makes us miss them. This book is a collection of essays describing the common experiences of those born in the 1980s, one by one, including the past Spring Festival, games, study, life, etc. This is the collective memory of those born in the 1980s. I strive to use a style of writing to describe the picture of life at that time. Life used to be very slow and the years were very quiet. I would like to dedicate this to those of us who continue to struggle, and also to ourselves.

Let poetry accompany you in the chaotic life, and live up to your time. You read a poem and I describe a love story. Please believe that I will always be with you to see the world together.

A novel about the combination of myth and love Introducing the life and love of people in another world

Modern popular sadness, write sadness in words, I am the original author Yan Jie

Floating in the river of life, I picked up a few pieces of fallen flowers and kept them as collections along the way.

A trip that just goes away, with a trace of concern and a trace of regret

I am not a patient, a doctor, a soldier, or a volunteer. I'm just a boring person sitting at home. I can't make much contribution. I can only write something in my spare time to express my respect. That's all.

Love always starts beautifully. The acquaintance between son-in-law and daughter in the eyes of father-in-law

One night, I sat by the window, in a daze, as empty as a body with flimsy cicada wings. It just occurred to me that it has been three years since I was in such a hurry, but I never put my pen down in my heart. I am separated from nature by a screen window, and the outside air has been trying to embrace me. Suddenly, I really want to be one with the tranquil nature, and I really want to go back to the time when I was happy and free, and I could write freely. I finally mustered up the courage to hold the pen tightly, trembling, from late night to dawn, from loneliness to relief. Although they are messy, they are true, and although they are incomprehensible, they are still hot. Please lend me a few songs and let me tell you about the warmth and coldness of a night.

The daily feelings of a mediocre college student born in 1999, Deep edges, shallow edges, gathered edges and scattered edges, treasured edges and cherished edges May you cherish the moment

Unfortunately, at that time, he climbed over the wall to enter the school to see me, and the sun hit his side face and his smile, I still remember it to this day.

The epidemic is ruthless, and all parties support us when one party is in trouble. At this moment when people across the country are fighting the epidemic together, testing national cohesion and testing people's hearts, we should pay the highest respect to the soldiers guarding the motherland's borders and to the medical staff who insist on being on the front line. Each of them is the patron saint of our lives. They are true fighters. To the medical staff who sacrificed their lives on the front line of the fight against the epidemic, we want to say: You are the pride of the Chinese nation. Your relatives will never forget you, your people will never forget you, and your motherland will always remember you!

Everyone is growing up, and looking at those words from the past, they will feel very immature and particularly silly. Maybe you laugh and cry, that's our childhood and youth that we can't get back!

None yet. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

To the people I love... To all the people around me who are engaged in all walks of life and cannot be hated

When I first saw iPartment, I didn't care, but I became more and more emotional and it became a part of my heart without knowing it. This article hopes to express my inner feelings. This article mainly writes about my sorrow and the pain of leaving my love apartment. . .

"Notes on Xizhao Tower" is a collection of poems, prose, essays and miscellaneous thoughts created by Xing Zhu. The concentrated poems are either realistic or romantic, aiming to express the author's inner state of mind, which may be complex or simple, and his subtle or macro perceptions through these words.

The mortal world often goes by, and my heart is hesitant. The mortal world is long, but my heart remains the same. A pot of wine, a sword, and a green shirt to travel around the world!

Record every bit of life, and be content with your thoughts on life! Savor the wonderful life and write a blueprint for the future!

Stinging black, stinging black, stinging black, stinging black.

I like you from the first day I saw you. --Jiang Congyun

I already know it's impossible, but I still want to pursue it.