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In the world of mortals, the heart looks like lotus

The rest of my life in the winter evening, the cold wind whistling, the snow flying all over the sky, the cold soaking bones. Looking ahead at Shan Ye, a plum tree is burning and blooming. Its flowers are as bright as pink in March, and it is very spiritual. Occasionally, the fragrance is fragrant and refreshing. My father thought

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Hurt chrysanthemum

Now I can’t help but feel sad to see that the chrysanthemum which was originally pardoned has slowly lost its graceful charm in the past under the ravages of winter.. Seeing that every day there are always those rose petals floating with chrysanthemums, pieces of petals being blown off by the hateful cold wind, and countless fallen flowers quietly floating

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Happy

I missed a lot. I was always sad alone.     Why would I suddenly be silent among a large group of friends, and why would I be sad to see a similar figure in the crowd? Why did I forget to speak when I saw the trees fall off their leaves in the fall, and forget my original direction when I

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Educated youth literature salon – home of attachment

– The regulations commemorating the 8th anniversary of Xiamen Educated Youth Literature Salon have reflected that Xiamen Educated Youth Literature Salon has gone through eight years since it was formally established in July 30, 2006, and its achievements are obvious to all. As Xie Chunchi said, Xiamen Educated Youth Literature Salon was only a small tree eight years ago and

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Don’t cry, okay

People will inevitably encounter injustice, when you try very hard to hold back the tears swirling in your eyes, you will be said by one person: ” Don’t cry, will you?”? ‘ and tears welled up. In such a short sentence, the grievance and vulnerability you hide suddenly disintegrated. An understanding, an understanding, can melt ice and snow and warm

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Cuckoo

Cuckoo birds chirping in the mountains and still can’t hear frogs in the fields. People wearing coir clothes hurried on in the mountains, while birds with wet feathers were waiting for the warm sun to bake in the branches..     The sunny day did not arrive as promised. Heavy fog blocked the mountain road and the river. One afternoon, life was