20 points for help finding poetry or prose.

There is no eternal pain, no unstoppable despair, and no eternal happiness. Difficult days are always full of uncertainties, the ditches and bumps we have walked have given us emotional experiences, and the rising sun and moon have not taught us to walk calmly. Having had or lost, for better or worse, is the best note in life.

If you lose, if you realize, fortunately you can see the whole world through one person, unfortunately you can give up the whole world for one person. Time keeps flowing, people keep moving forward, all the hardships and dangers, no matter how hard and tired and painful and difficult, only you can only survive it alone.

Life is full of mixed flavors, and people's moods are intertwined, enough to circle the earth a few times. And human feelings, like the weather, sometimes sunny, sometimes thunderstormy; The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, we always need something to make the simple life thick, rich and fulfilling. Life can never be complete without something external.

It's like a house, without a light, it just sleeps forever; It's like some people intruding into our lives, and the unexpected encounter is thrilling.

People are the same as love, if you miss love, you miss life. Don't always feel that you are unlucky, because there are many more people in the world who are suffering more than us. Life, sometimes grandstanding is also a chic beauty, because of courage.

In fact, if you live too comfortably, you will feel that you are surrounded by crises. Because he was young, he was full of rebellion in his bones, and sometimes madness would suddenly come on a whim, which would then affect the nerves of the whole body. We probably want to break free from our parents, go out and see the outside world, meet people of different colors, and try our hand at adventurous living.

During the journey, I am eager to keep the scenery around me. But real travel is not simply to see with your eyes, but to listen and feel with your heart; I don't just care about how many places I've traveled, but I also care about who I meet along the way.

Rain Lane --- Dai Wangshu.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

lingering for a long time, for a long time.

and lonely rainy alleys, I hope to meet them.

A clove is the same.

a grudge girl .

She is there.

the color of cloves, the fragrance of cloves, the sorrow of cloves, the grief in the rain, the grief and hesitation;

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Like me, like me.

walking silently , indifferent , sad , and melancholy .

She approached silently.

approached and threw again.

The same glare as she floated by.

like a dream , like a dream , as miserable and confused as a dream .

It's like floating in a dream.

a field of lilacs, and this girl floated beside me;

She quietly went far away, far away, to the crumbling fence , and walked through the rainy alley .

In the lamentation of the rain it dissipated her color, dispersed her fragrance, dissipated even hers .

too breath-like eyes, lilac-like melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

lingering for a long time, for a long time.

and lonely rainy alleys, I hope to float by.

A clove is the same.

a grudge girl .

Farewell Kangqiao Author: Xu Zhimo.

Gently I go, as softly I came;

I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky.

The golden willow on the riverside.

It is the bride in the sunset.

The beautiful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart.

The green wattles on the soft mud are swaggering at the bottom of the water;

In the soft waves of the River Cam, I am willing to be a water weed.

The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.

Crumpled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for a dream? Hold a penny, wander towards the greener grass, load a boatload of starlight, and sing in the starlight.

But I can't play songs, quietly it's a parting sheng flute;

Xia Worm is also silent for me, silence is Kangqiao tonight!

Quietly I went, as quietly I came;

I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me.

Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree" can be tried.

With a heart of tolerance, compassion, humility, love, contentment, patience, gratitude, and gratitude, you will be more free and easy, good, honorable, joyful, happy, peaceful, and happy.

When I was young, on those long sunny afternoons, I had nothing to do and nothing to fear, just because I knew that there was an eternal waiting in my life. Setbacks will come, they will pass, tears will fall, and they will be put away. Nothing can discourage me, because, I have a long life.

If not a dream.

Minecraft will erase too many words.

If not a turn.

The gentle evening breeze only blows away the thin yellow leaves.

When the wind blows your pretty shadow into a dream.

only to find that the wind and words have already had your shadow.

You are silent, or you are smiling.

The wind will blow different smells.

Look at you smiling. It's just that you don't become the loneliness that you haven't paid attention to.

Only the breeze is your company.

Only words are used as companions.

The wind blew off the yellow leaves.

And I just piled up discarded drafts under the yellow leaves.

Why love and longing have no tone?

I'm afraid of the coming of winter, and I'll wipe out the autumn of the season in the endless waves and pack up all the words.

Let the fallen leaves sweep away all the loneliness.

In the dream, the poems are fixed as symbols of longing.

I wrote it myself, Do you want it?