If busyness is a normal state of life,
The years that have passed in a hurry,
Will those poems that did nothing at first precipitate into a poetic heart for life?
After all, you can't escape the encirclement and suppression of desire and survival.
But my heart, for such a long time, was only moved by a song and only waited for one person. ...
Listening to the sounds of nature, will the poetic brilliance be eroded in the dull cycle?
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Passionate blood is already flowing in the blood vessels. What prevented me from meeting poetry?
You can only go on a date with a free youth.
The mottled mind has been infiltrated by reality,
Therefore, in my lines, I can't grow green and sweet words.
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Waiting for the sunset tonight,
Break your fingers and count the minutes when the sun sets.
The loss of this half-life makes me eager to sing a long poem for the sunset.
A poetic note jumps in my heart.
Describe and wait for every second of dim sunshine and every wisp of night wind with remembered words. ...
The tenderness of the first bay of the Yellow River and the coolness of the evening breeze ...
How can words express my joy in meeting poems!
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Looking at the water of the Yellow River, in the afterglow of sunset,
The skylight and the Yellow River are lingering together,
Drink up the desolation on the lush river beach and sing with low eyebrows and low eyes.
Gradually, the colorful sunset pours out feelings and renders the glory of the Yellow River at this moment.
Can you remember it with marks? !
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When the sunset dispels the last ray of light and heat,
A poem written as "the long river sets the yen",
The sleeping mind opens its chaotic eyes,
I heard a poetic and eager call buried in my heart. ...