Poems about pens

Maya prelude 1: May dreams of loving the world. There is no natural danger in the world, and the river goes east and never returns. Poetry gallops in Hebei, painting in Henan. The general trend of the atmosphere is generous, and the benevolence and righteousness are great. In the dream, they often meet each other, and they wake up only thousands of years apart. Arctic Ocean 1: Murmansk's life has been a dream since ancient times, dreaming that a sleeping lion wakes up at the end of the world. It's too easy to step on the rough road in the world. When I write a thousand words, I speak eloquently, and there is thunder between the lines. There will be millions of heavenly soldiers, all of whom are brave for me. Arctic Ocean 2: How many new dreams come true in Bering Strait, and how many old dreams turn into clouds. Ambition is already outside the sky, and ambition will not change between heaven and earth. You used to be send warm for me. Who am I sailing for now? The wonderful pen shines in 1 thousand volumes. Who will read a new article under the lamp? Atlantic 3: English Castle in York Town, God's Little Tea Table. Mrs. Monta's pen was gracious, leaving a aftertaste and a pleasant surprise. Meet under the greenwood tree, break up Biboli. May flower rides the wind and sails for his dream, which is just beginning. Atlantic 13: Oxford's great kindness has made a miracle, and great love has cast a ladder. Shelley left a magic pen, and Hawking revealed the secret. Alice, Edith, look at each other and look forward to each other. I don't want to wander in a dreamland, I just want Christ as my mentor. Pacific Ocean 23: Chinese and the sea sing to each other every day, calling for the spirit of the earth. How many times did the mountain drive the tiger? How many times is the fire fighting, Feilong? Poetry is full of glory, and Tieliu's pen is full of enthusiasm. The continent is free to gallop, but why is it difficult to walk alone in the waters? Mediterranean 2: How long has Patmos been picturesque? Paint a new world with crayons. How beautiful is the weather? How much love does spring blossom? Love turns into Wang Yanghai, surging in my heart. In the past, it surged to the end of the world, but now it surges to the sky. Xiaoou 56: Former site of Stuttgart Racecourse, Porsche Benz. How many people are obsessed with Mercedes-Benz's scenery all over the world? Bosch occupies a lot of land, and HP has a good time. Daimler came to wield a wonderful pen, which shone brilliantly and wrote legends. Xiaoya 1: In the storm of the Yangtze River toast, people go to the building. Alas, the vast Yangtze River water still only flows east. I borrowed the pen from heaven to write about your bleak life. Remember at that time, only Lingshan guest: cynical, hard to change the original intention. I want to tell all kinds of feelings, and it is a rock-breaking. Breaking the dream of spring gives birth to everything, and being a cold star alone. Wyndell Dichinson evening sky Wyndell Dichinson, not the old glory. Look at today, there is Ling Yunzhi: Why are you in such a hurry when you leave me? Xiaoya 19: Liang Qichao is highly respected and knowledgeable, looking forward to heroes and heroes, and being in harmony with people at the right time. It's amazing to use a pen like magic. Xiaoya 25: The sleeping lion in Wuling suddenly woke up, and his anger shook Wuling. The five mountains are long, and this feeling goes to the universe. With a splash of ink, the tide in the pen rises and falls wildly. The ebb and flow of poetry, who can compete for the world? Xiaoya 31: The boundless sadness of Balkhash Lake is the sky, and the pipa sound is still incomplete. I want to raise my glass, tears flow first, and my heart is cold when I say goodbye. Half a volume of poetry tells about sorrow and anger, and a jade pen writes about fleeting time. Let's say goodbye tonight. I don't know when we will win.