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Maybe the appearance of a person will change your and my life, maybe a small thing that a person does unintentionally will make you and me change our views. ...

Banyue Zhishan's poetry collection belongs to the post-90s generation and is our eternal youth.

Wind If so Birds in the sky forget their direction The trees turned their heads and wiped away their tears Rivers flee to the east That's my coming

This endless practice Comprehend through experience, cherish while being moved A tear slipped quietly, wet the tissue paper, and fell on the ink stains It rhymes with a pond of ink, reflecting whose memories. --A companion piece to "The Salted Fish Spreads Its Wings"

Inspiration is always in life. It bursts out inadvertently, like fireworks. Although it is amazing, it is only momentary. Only by recording it can we not let down a certain moment in the past.

When I recall many things, I am always confused and confused. It is always difficult to make a choice about life.

One day, two fish-buying customers came to the pet shop Yumei House...

Destiny is not about giving up, but about working hard. Destiny is not luck, but choice.

Listening to the glorious ballads, thinking about the past, and longing for the future, this is the beauty of life.

A pot of wine is lit with unfathomable passion, regardless of its source or origin. You become a friend when you order a drink, your mind is filled with trivial matters, and you will not give up until you are drunk.

Hand-planted with flowers, the delicate face is expressed lightly, and the flowers' borders are lightly traced. Carefully turn over the fertile soil of the world, listen to the cuckoo of the world, and sit under the shade of the world at noon.

I thought that the rest of my life would be like this, suffering and pain ending up in the vacuum of life. I never thought that fate would still fulfill me. Thank God for blessing you to come to me, silently help me walk with you, share the burden on my shoulders, and share the joy of my small success. With the cycle of the sun and the moon, I learned to laugh and found the confidence and calmness. For the rest of my life, I will go on a long journey, hand in hand with you, without fear of the stars and the sea. ? ? ? ? ?

I don't remember what I said for how long. Anyway, the car moved a few steps in front of me and drove away from behind me. I moved forward against the wind and cried all the way. The grievance was unprecedented bitterness and bitterness, and the helplessness was unprecedented loneliness and panic. After walking in the world for decades, for the first time, I let my tears flow freely as if no one else was around. What makes a tough-as-nails woman no longer strong? What makes a mother wearing armor turn from strong to soft in seconds? ? ? ? ??

Sensual life, life is short, longing is like a flood, Mu Ran wakes up and looks at the past

You are a kite that I can't hold the string on. Soaring in the sky is my most beautiful hope for you. The sea is vast and fish can leap high into the sky and birds can fly. There will always be a blue sky between the sea and the sky that belongs to you. Outside the world you cannot see, there will always be a light that blesses you, cheers for you, and waits for you. That is the care I have built for you with my heart and love. It is the home platform that every mother in the world builds for her children...

This little book is the fireflies I have treasured for many years. I once hid them in my pocket. Now I let them out and let them be free, fly, love, hate...

It's the rainy season again, and it rains here. I listen to the rain, watch the rain, love the rain, and hear the sound of rain beating on the thick floor-to-ceiling windows. I feel moved by the scene, thinking of the people in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, intoxicated in the rain of the past, and accidentally forget about myself. This is a kind of feeling, but also a kind of helplessness. This may be life. The memories we can keep in our hearts, whether it is the sound of rain or the people in the rain, the past that shuttles through life, are a dream that will never go away. "Dream of Jiangnan Smoke and Rain" is one of my prose essays. "Dream of Jiangnan Smoke and Rain" contains some of my prose and poems. My poems also have different artistic conceptions. I would like to invite friends to criticize and correct me!

A collection of essays written casually in ordinary days as indifferent as dust. May all feelings and thoughts be well expressed in words. I hope one of these stories truly touches you. The protagonist of this book-- I am Shen Xiao. A smile that is easy to talk and laugh at, a smile that is forced to smile.

This volume contains 32 short poems that I wrote from October 2001 to the end of the year. Although they are immature, they record my life in the language of poetry. Before, I kept a diary every day, which seemed long and complicated. Since this year, I have tried to write poems to integrate poetry into life and add some color to life. This year, my son went to work in the far north. Some of my words expressed my longing and loneliness. Yes, poetry comes from life, from longing and loneliness.

Among the overlapping mountains, a sad love song echoed far away. This unruly young man wants to look into the distance, to a place where there are seas and cities. Her crush might be out there.

Keep a little nest of your own poems and essays, and record some of the words you usually write casually.

Eighteen years old is a day full of youth. We have been naive, we have had desires, we have had evil, we have had fantasies, all of which are bright sunshine. The eighteen-year-old poet's works are all immature in terms of emotional expression, values ​​conveyed and expression techniques, but it is precisely this immaturity that is the most precious thing in this collection of poems - the beauty of youth.

Recalling the ignorant understanding of love, friendship, and family affection when I was young, and recording my childhood When I meet him and her, we shine with each other.

A sister's anger, a person's monologue. Sisters, please take a detour.

The perception of details, the harmony between man and nature, and the pursuit of the highest realm of sensibility.

Different experiences lead to different perceptions, come to the world once and create a dream of your own

If life is just like the first time we met, but I seem to be looking at your affectionate eyes through time and space, both deep and empty. You walk with me, and I will hold hands with you. . . . . . . In the movie, I become a super body and am everywhere, right! If life is nothing more than this, why should we continue to struggle in this life? . . . . . . Maybe you and I both have our own share of watching. Finally, we are really together! Helpless people, Just believe yourself, don't be shy!

We all love this one which is not gentle enough or beautiful enough But still a fascinating world

I like a girl, blowing the wind of winter night, in a poor Christmas, I like a girl. (If you haven't understood modern poetry, piling up rhetoric and liking someone, you must be incoherent)

What is happiness? Happiness is the hands you have held, the songs you have sung, the people you have loved, the so-called past is happiness!

I like poetry and want to write every poem well. So I wrote this...

Regarding the wonderful and ferocious feeling, when did it become burned into my heart? In the reincarnation of the world, with the unforgettable love, can you and I grow old together and accompany you in this life?

What you call sympathy is to face your own pain.

The ferocious feeling in the heart, the beauty of time. Just like you, remember it in my heart!

A dream ? But no regrets ? Unswerving determination ? Wish to achieve the original intention!

I can't write poetry I just watched silently I can't sing I just listened silently I can't express perfect love I just pray silently

I wrote a few poems on a whim with my own style and taste. They are poems with leaping thinking. In the eyes of masters, they may be just scratch paper, but I wrote them with my heart. I will study hard and strive to produce works that can be published in elegant halls. I just want to share it with you, what if these "papers" can give you inspiration? ???

Poems, essays, and wild fantasies drift with thought.

In the past, I would write essays on paper and then lose them. Now, I write my essay here, maybe someone will read it. Essays, poems, reposted essays... The writing is clumsy, so please include more details. Thanks to my editor for giving me the qualification to sign this short story. If there are people with the same hobbies, you might as well communicate. Blue and white greetings, thank you all. ...

My home is in front of the mountain, my heart is in the sky, and my poems are in my heart.

When time passes quietly, our memories of our parents still remain as the vigorous figures of childhood, but we never realize that they have grown old...

Life is not just about leisure, but there are also poems and distant places. It is said that deers can be seen when the forest is deep, and whales can be seen when the sea is blue. Inspiration comes from every bit of life, and everything is done according to the heart.

Ellie always dreamed of becoming a princess, and one day it actually came true, but it seemed different from what she imagined...

If you are a fish, don't miss the heights of the sky. Your life will only grow in the water and you will not be able to swim out of the world enclosed by it; Because you are a fish, you cannot escape your fate in the water. Your life does not have much excitement and you can only despair in the expectation of the water; You are really a fish, but you long for the freedom of flying. What else can you look forward to in your life? Weave the wings of your dreams just to fly. In fact, you are really just a fish, a fish who longs to fly, a fish without wings. You are still waiting in the loneliness of thousands of years, just waiting to put on those wings, fly away from the constraints of the water, and fly with your life.

After I came into contact with poetry in 2016, it got out of hand. I often posted on QQ space. A friend suggested that I register an account to write, and I happily did so.

Inspiration is a science. No matter how good people are, no one can understand it or learn it well, thus forming an independent discipline "success study". Inspirational learning is not only to activate a person's desire for wealth, but also to activate a person's life energy and awaken the creative enthusiasm of a nation. Losing creativity is the greatest tragedy for a person or even a nation. And inspiration is to let a person regain this power. Inspirational does not mean that a weak person can replace another person and become a strong person, but that a weak person can stand shoulder to shoulder with the strong person and have comparable vitality and creativity. Only the power that unfolds from the depths of the heart and the essence summed up through spiritual experience is the way for a person to truly gain dignity and self-confidence.

Everything will pass away, and the important thing is to think about how to face it in a real way...

There are poems, short essays, written out of feelings, Record a mood, record an experience, Record the most unforgettable time in life...

I am a person who wants to change my destiny through my own efforts, but I have a bad fate. Living as a full-time housewife for three years almost made me depressed. With my efforts, I became a teacher... During my interactions with my friends, I began to envy the life of city dwellers. Even though my family disagreed, I was forcibly transferred to a township closer to the county seat because I thought this township would be incorporated into Xi'an City in the future. But at that time, none of my reasons were understood by my family. We had quarrels and fights, and divorce seemed imminent. In order to give my child a complete home, I compromised and tried to change his mind... But in the end I discovered: No one can change others, only oneself can be changed.