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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.

Years of childhood, day after day, year after year, lonely childhood.

I don't have anything to say, I'm just trying to make up the word count, that's all. .

There are stories between the lines. I write my memories into words. I want to keep my youth. She and the others are all stories.

Come on Wuhan! Come on, China! Let's fight against this sudden epidemic together!

Xiangshi is a magical, depreciated banana leaf fan! There were beads of sweat on Grandpa's calloused hands and gray temples, and on his forehead.

Regarding the author's understanding of life, the plucking of time, and the departure of loved ones, it is a must-read for middle-aged people

Growth is the only way in life! Use a peaceful heart to welcome the rising sun every day! Believe in yourself, you are the best!

Learning to cry with poetry is not about sympathy or pretentiousness, but about restoring the original value of poetry. It is not about money or showing off, but the fact that we all have the same ordinary world in our hearts, and I hope that this ordinary world will always have a balance between you, me and him.

I feel something in my heart and record it in words. I don't want to be heard or heard, I just want to resonate with it. Of course, it is better to be able to hear it.

Usually a collection of casual poems, but later there may be prose. If you like it, add it to your collection!

By chance, the hostess gained mysterious power, met people with different personalities, and gained perfect love. From being useless to being successful, from being unknown to everyone in the beginning.

A bud is growing Those who amaze time are always by our side Do you have something to say, but it's a pity that you haven't said it yet? What do those old people who have worked diligently all their lives want most? Have you ever been caught off guard?

There are poems on various themes including "Coconut Tree", "Desert", "Coat Hanger", "Coke" and "Hamburg".

Playing poetry in your spare time has the characteristics of poetry, and it has something to say. It is different from piling up words. It can be enjoyed and tasted. If poetry is a prose, the same is true, and it can be a short story that can be flexibly conceived.

I lament how time flies and how easily human feelings fade away, thus expressing my longing for the past.

The love I suspected in the past would be late, but not absent. He was just waiting for the right time and place to appear.

... So love please love deeply Deeply love the ignorant encounter in this long time With this heavy world that cannot be lived up to...