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This book collects the prose and poetry I have written over the past ten years. I have a habit of writing my thoughts in my blog. Unknowingly, I have been doing so for more than ten years. If there is something inappropriate in my writing, please give me some advice!

Write your youth in the memo, Bless the world and comfort yourself. Store Pu'er tea in time, A mouthful that warms the stomach and a lifetime of love.

Words express our emotional world, and we can appreciate the charm of poetry in the ocean of words. I usually like to write words. Maybe I don't have such profound attainments, but I will always work hard.

There are always things lingering in my mind, there is always someone wandering in my heart, there is always a dream that drives me forward, there are always things, sights or words that make me feel different...

Since the publication of "Big Bowl of Tea", life has undergone some changes, some may be joyful, some sad, some painful, and the life of getting up in the morning and returning home at night has left people with mixed feelings...

It contains most of my poems and essays over the past four years. I hope to bring you the beauty of language and the enjoyment of your soul.

A tribute to my lost youth. Record those good times. I hope this is a book that you can understand me

Write about the geographical areas and scenery of Guizhou.

I read, I like, your name. You are dreaming and dreaming, but it is not me.

Leisure works in your spare time, don't like to accidentally enter. The author has little talent and knowledge, and I hope you can give me some advice.

Each story of trauma touches your heart. What you read is not a book but your own story.

Ordinary people, with ordinary dogs, extraordinary things happened! The Legend of the Three Bean Dogs

From a seemingly simple thing, the value contribution of time and space to people is highlighted.

Cranes in the world are no more than guests in the court. Eternal life is not what I want, so I cry and sing ordinary songs. --Mu Duo's poetry collection

The drizzle hits the banana trees slantingly, and I have nothing to do to write poems. To commemorate my years.

Right or wrong? It depends on who decides! Anyway, I'll follow you.

A cup of turbid wine, why do we have to know each other before we meet; a fade away, staring at the wind and rain; a collection of poems, burning the years.

Inadvertent wishes will come true. The wish is just a beautiful idea. If it comes true, it may be unacceptable.

Let preschool children recite poems in parent-child games and stories, put down their mobile phones, and engage in early childhood enlightenment while playing, running, chasing, and laughing. The author combines ancient poems with storylines and games, which are suitable for preschool children and their parents to play together.

Wukun Special Collection 1 Modern literary works, Wukun Special Collection, include modern poetry, prose, discussion, famous sayings, philosophy... The author is Nianyu Wukun, a new generation of Chinese writers with unique insights into modern society. Author QQ: 3344567628, you can have in-depth conversations with the author. Submissions, suggestions, complaints, and consultations are welcome.

A personal collection of poems with beautiful descriptions, elegance and a sense of love.

The idle words of an idler, a moment of reflection in life, the expectations and helplessness between confusion and sobriety.

The simple rape flowers are indeed the most beautiful scenery in my son's eyes.

Everyone must put out the fire I hold this fire high all by myself This fire is big Like all poets who use dreams as horses I use this fire to survive the vast dark nights of my life

Everyone is welcome to provide opinions. If you don't like Xiao Meng's poems, don't complain.

In fact, I don't know what I'm looking for, what I'm looking for, and what I'll find. I'm just searching forward, aimlessly... ???

A poem I wrote to myself when I was upset. Remember to remind yourself to love yourself well at all times.

A short poem, a silent memory. A short poem, a silent life.

Nothingness is a dream, reality is nothingness; Talk about ancient and modern trends. Forget the next life, remember the morning and evening; Chatting to dream.

For a while, I lived in a day of sighs, full of sorrow, mixed with cowardice, and the heart-wrenching feeling of being powerless, unwilling to accept such regret. Looking back on the decades of my life, I am like the dark crow on the old tree with dead vines, wailing a story that I want to tell.

This collection of poems contains the latest short poems about love, dreams, life, friendship, etc. By Miss Lan Yueyingying, a new female poet in today's poetry world.

This is a collection of scientific essays that records the author's daily thoughts on scientific issues. He hopes that through the author's thinking, he can help readers get rid of the way of thinking in the Newtonian era and describe a novel and different scientific world for readers.

The soul is the kite, the consciousness is the wind, and the emotions are the strings. After experiencing a rapid release and a smooth climb, while experiencing the beautiful world, we gradually became trapped in mid-air. It seems that I am flying freely, but in fact I have never been free.

This is a new Chinese poetry, a poetry written only for the five thousand years of Chinese inheritance!

[You had no intention of being a drafty person, but you chose to be aloof and cause a torrent] "Later We live our ideal life" "Later We all became each other' ** Life suddenly seems like a dream After reading the chapter "Floating Life", it feels like a brocade or a dream

The initial state of writing poetry. Thanks to the village girl Cui'er for accompanying me. Seven series with 100,000 words. Dedicated to Tweety.

I have been fond of some classical poetry since I was a child, and occasionally write some things. I was originally writing a book on this website, and when I discovered that this subject matter existed, I suddenly had the idea to sort out my previous works, and at the same time update my occasional good sentences at any time.

A madman like an elm, not an elm head, nor a lump of wood, not stupid, not delicate, not tender, not tall, but one good thing: his eyes can see the scenery that others cannot see, and his heart cannot fall in love with the person that others love to death. I have a hobby, I love freedom and wind. I am alone with the wind, floating among mountains, rivers, hillsides, forests, valleys, and mountains and rivers. I am not comfortable or walking alone, just because these feet can go to places that even the wind cannot reach. Music and poetry and words, moonlight and stars, hillsides and horses and cows in the wind, music cannot be separated from sound, moonlight cannot be separated from night, and I cannot be separated from any of them. I, without a wooden head, am indeed a lunatic. People who don't understand me laugh at me as a fool.

Reminiscing about the past, I borrowed a candle to write about these great years, always accompanied by the bright moon, drinking and talking happily, deep in winter and shallow in spring. In fact, I often find it difficult to write because I have very little inspiration. However, when I am bored, I can conceive in front of the window, which is where the fun comes from.

Human inner activities, ideological struggles, sources... Confused. Poetry copywriting

I arranged and reorganized the words with a deep tone, describing that at a certain moment, I was melancholy because of the past years and worried about the confused future.

I would like to share (display) some poems I have written with you.

With fresh spring in my heart, I count the fallen flowers in my spare time. Wang Jie's essay, corrections are welcome.

This is the love that belongs to us, may time remember every moment together

[The author's works during his freshman year of high school] [This article is suitable for emotional content] This is a prose poem written for each different person, with a page dedicated to you. To every wanderer wandering outside, to every emotionally frustrated young man, to the period of our lost youth... You said a thousand words of "I love you" to her, which is not as good as someone else's "I will wait for you downstairs". The thousand and first love letter to you is: Marry me, girl. The deep winter is not as warm as the sun, and the light spring is as warm as the summer rain. Hello, stranger, I am glad that you can read my story. Yuxi Qifan Group: 582872994.

Poetry, tea, tranquility, tranquility. Some essays, given to the three-inch world that disappears in the wind

Whatever you think at the moment, you will express it in your spare time, whether it is good or bad.

Life is not about searching for happiness, but looking at the clear springs and tears with laughter. When I'm drunk, I always have no words to dream about. I feel melancholy in front of the lonely lamp.

The morning wind rises and turns over, leaving behind a trace of love that cannot be wiped away! Drunk in the years you never left!