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If you can make readers happy by chatting casually, that would be best. If you are unhappy, please express your true thoughts naturally and directly. The world is beautiful because of its diversity.

The men's series is a new attempt this year

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A collection of poems written randomly by a young man since middle school. The author is currently in college and still writing.

About the author Wang Weiguo, formerly known as Wang Yong, is a member of the Hubei Provincial Writers Association. In 2018, he published "Wang Weiguo's Collected Poems" by the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles Press.

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Reality is like the starry sky, bright and cold and deadly at the same time. This is my place of catharsis and safe haven, and I hope my writing can grow here. Very different styles. Set sail, I hope this journey will reach the stars

A letter, I saw it was so long, so I clipped it and handed it to the young man at the post office - Guangjing, when will it be mailed to your crystal clear lake?

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Short prose, sorry for practicing, a short story written in school

After writing a warm poem, I send it to you who I haven't met yet. May your life be warm and romantic.

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In my spare time, I occasionally write poems and forget to learn from each other.

It's a love poem, it's a sonnet Thirteen strokes are the traditional Chinese characters for love, heavy, entangled with romance and pain.

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The cold winter moments in life breed black vitality Every time you survive the cold winter, you will have the wealth to move towards the next spring.

Just turn over a page, it's all my thoughts, maybe it's your story too.

"Twenty Years in the Alley" is a detailed salvage of the time in my hometown. There are no ups and downs of the story here, only fragments softened by time: the sound of cattail fans in the grain drying field on summer nights, the whispers by the fire pit in winter, the rhythm of raindrops on the eaves in the enamel basin, and those figures who walked away and came back, flickering in the morning light at the alley. Twenty years of spring and autumn have passed, and the alley is both a coordinate and a container, holding all the taste, hearing and thoughts about my hometown. A light touch will fill my heart with warmth.

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No one knows who I am, and I don't know who anyone is, so I just say whatever I have and write down whatever I think about.

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Yesterday's love

A super short article.

Listening to music, blowing in the wind, and taking a walk Blow into my world and remember my words instead of "I"

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In this collection of essays, I recorded every bit of my father's life in 24 articles. There are stories about his youth, his habits as he gets older, regrets that have not been spoken between us, and the warmth that he left to me that cannot be replicated. He is not a perfect father, and I am not a perfect child, but it is these imperfections that make our relationship so real and the memories so vivid.

In the poem lines of "A Dream in the Sea", love sheds its abstract coat and turns into a surging wave, enveloping the true love in the world and beating the embankment of the soul. This collection of poems with love as its context uses smart brushstrokes to weave out the myriad forms of emotion, integrating the emergence, intensity, hardship and perseverance of love into the sea of ​​words. ? The poet takes "the sea" as his soul, so that every poem is soaked in the image of the ocean. The rolling waves are the passion when love bursts out, the ebb and flow are the marks of emotional ups and downs, and the deep blue of the deep sea hides the lovers' thoughts about not wanting to talk yet. Those concise poems, some jumping as lightly as waves, or hitting people's hearts like turbulent waves, vividly display the delicacy and majesty of love. ? Opening the collection of poems, "When we first met, the starlight in your eyes was the moonlight given to me by the sea", allowing us to return to the heart-pounding moment of meeting; "Missing is like a wave, setting off a storm in my heart, but I dare not let you know", which expresses the sourness and affection of a secret admirer; "Even if the world changes, my heart that loves you will always stay at the moment when I met you", which is an eternal commitment that spans time and space. These pearl-like poems connect the sweetness and bitterness on the road of love, including gentle whispers in front of flowers and under the moon, and weeping lamentations at the time of separation. ? "A Dream in the Sea" is not only the poet's affectionate ode to love, but also a spiritual ode dedicated to every person who pursues love. Here, you can see the reflection of your own love, gain healing and strength from the wave of poetry, and let your soul receive the gentlest comfort and nourishment in the ocean of love.

The unnamed direction is good and evil, a game between the two ends of the human scale. In this ambiguous fork, everyone is like a traveler groping forward in the fog. Kindness is like a shining star, illuminating the corner of the soul in the darkness, driving people to extend a helping hand to others, providing warmth and help, and embracing the world with selfless love. However, evil is like a poisonous snake hiding in the shadows, spitting out words, corroding the soul with greed, selfishness and cruelty, tempting people to do whatever it takes to pursue their own desires, and using the suffering of others as a stepping stone. On the stage of life, countless stories revolve around this unnamed direction. In the face of the temptation of interests, some people wander between good and evil, and the conscience and desires in their hearts compete fiercely. Whether to stick to the bottom line of kindness or succumb to evil impulses may determine a completely different trajectory in life in a single thought. There are also people who, under the baptism of long years, have consistently upheld the belief in kindness. No matter how many setbacks and tribulations they encounter, their persistence in kindness is like a beacon, guiding them on the way forward. Even if this road is full of thorns, they are willing to use kindness as a sword to overcome thorns and protect the beauty in their hearts. And evil, although it can succeed for a while and obtain short-term benefits, will eventually be exposed under the judgment of time and pay a heavy price for its actions. This unnamed direction tests people's hearts all the time and shapes all kinds of life in the world.

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May you be able to live through the stars to welcome the dawn, and finally have your own little world

Xi Chuang Xiao Yin This thin volume of text is nestled between the four characters "The west window is close at hand". The west window is a stop for gaze. The ordinary wooden lattice frames the flowing clouds, the sounds of the market, and the shadows of returning birds' wings. It gives me the distance to observe quietly, allowing me to carefully discern the trembling rhythm of the flower seller's pole, and the glimmer of morning dew supported by the cobwebs on the corners of the eaves. The art of prose begins with the pious picking up of light particles in the dust - what you see through the window is the most authentic expression of the fireworks in the world. However, the word "close" creates a deep ravine in the closeness. The faces of passers-by outside the window are clear, but their joys and sorrows are as if they are separated by heavy fog; the ink marks on old letters are still warm, and I want to write them again, but thousands of words are choked behind "seeing the words as if they were faces". This tension between "near" and "far" turns out to be the eternal puzzle of life. The pen describes the moss marks on the stone steps of the hometown and a stem of white hair under my mother's lamp. What the words can touch is just a thin silhouette of time cast on the wall of memory. The real warmth and sighs end up on the far bank of the river. The west window then becomes the lens of the soul. When the twilight soaked into the window paper, the dormant dust in my heart suddenly appeared. Writing is like holding a candle, using this square inch of skylight to illuminate the dark paths and abyss of the heart valley. Those distant places that are difficult to reach and longings that are difficult to express find temporary shelter in the words. This book is just a tiny coordinate cast by a person leaning on the window on the flow of time - using the window lattice as a ruler to measure the warmth and coolness of the world; using words as a boat to swim across the horizon of the heart and soul. I hope you can touch the cool wood grain of the window frame between the pages, and the warmth that has never cooled down under the wood grain.

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The scar in the palm of my hand is also written "Like Fireworks" on the QQ reading platform

When the moss marks spread over the vermilion fence The inkstone was overturned Half of the unfilled word cards are floating on the river Ripples spread out the seal characters Stacked flat and flat to form the silhouette of a awning boat The rhyme that shakes a river of stars to pieces

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