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The moon is flying with my dream,
Page after page of friends' poems drifted by.
Beautiful poems have long been forgotten in dreams.
Spring night, the arrival of the curved moon awakened my desire for literature.
Countless times I don't know where to find my bosom friend, so let it fly with dreams.
Mountain, the poet's fairyland.
Confused, I am groping for a way out.
Dreams, so beautiful,
But this dream is too unreal.
Look out, can you wait for the stupid old man to move mountains?
Moon! My long-lost friend!
Your students expect you for a long time.
Tonight, the moonlight is clear,
How can you spend it in your sleep?
Be alert!
Thank the starting point for giving me 1 a place to put my poems. I also hope to find people who like culture and poetry.
Life:
A thousand words go up in smoke.
When the moon shone obliquely, I realized that my stomach was empty.
Heartbroken as ashes, leaving only a trace of concern.
Reading at night, Russell → "What I was born for"!
A long way to go, waiting for people to pursue.
See iron stone dissolved in molten iron, mixed into 1 body.
But I don't know that small things can be great.
Know what a saint is.
Call:
Call, no sound.
Call, the pursuit of life.
Call, only the heartbeat.
When the ice cracks, we know what cold is.
I once heard Shang Chun Cun Shu teach me how to wait.
I also know that fish and water used to be silent.
Ah! My love.
But I don't know if I'm in your heart. ...