Literary ode
Literature is a magical world.
In the hot summer
Bring a chill.
Facing the material society
Literature calls us.
Unload the burden of worldly affairs
Stroll along the path covered with flowers
When we miss our hometown
Literature has become homesick.
Flow through the strait
When we are in love.
Literature grows on the oak tree.
Bathed in the early spring sunshine.
When we miss our loved ones.
Literature turned into Nvshen Peak.
Stand in your heart and look into the distance.
360 days a year
Literature is an interesting diary.
Recording the glory of the past.
It was a tearful smile.
It records the confusion after setbacks.
Conquer yourself and grasp your destiny.
Meet the dawn of life journey
This is the magic of literature.
The less you usually write.
The magnificence of setbacks.
The more a dose of unpaid medicine.
Heal your wound ...