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Memories, beautiful because of their imperfections".

Is it painful? Or do you think it's a deep regret?

Although, in our lives, everyone will always leave some regrets to a greater or lesser extent.

Although, regret itself, in fact, is also a part of life.

Perhaps, those regrets are just a fragmented memory, but after the prosperity, I find that those regrets that I once had are the most wonderful highlights in life.

As a result, I will sigh that life will only become colorful because of incompleteness!

So, tell yourself to take regret as a life experience! Wouldn't it be better that way?

Leave some regrets in life and make life more exciting.

Give more time to deposit, and let the memory be more fragmented.

Memories, beautiful because of their imperfections".

"Birth" is a fart as hard as it gets.

Pull yourself in the toilet bowl and move the knob.

Wash away the old self.

Then wash your hands.

A bunch of nonsense to eat seas.

I'm ready to do it again tomorrow.

Pull out a new self.

Passing regrets.

See regret. The cold heart is tired.

The part of the encounter.

A clear heart is a hazy eye.

Too late to foresee.

In the end, it's the emotion that can't be retained.

Ask the heavens for the wine.

Why being a lover is not as simple as being a friend.

Missing after leaving.

It spreads from the bottom of my heart.

Passing regrets.

Hold one's breath. Ren silently buried his heart.

I graduated from junior high school this year.

Wrote a graduation article.

Top] five sheep farewell.

Top] five sheep farewell.

From tomorrow, wave goodbye to the five sheep.

The world is vast, people don't know where to go, and their eyes are full of tears.

The heart is like the Pearl River, and it is difficult to go.

People go west to the east and look east.

Epiphanies end up and people scatter often.

But I hope that the teacher will live a long life, be strong in learning, and be famous.

The friendship between classmates is long, and they will not forget each other, and they will be beautiful in the future.

Wait! Treat! In the coming year, the grass is blue, the sky is young, the warbler is warm, and the east wind is flying.

Old friends gather from all over the world!

In the summer of the year of Wuzi.

Simple modern free verse is as follows:

1, "Faint Hope" I and countless pebbles, which cannot be hatched, are stacked together, and the blue river creek crawls up, swallows us, and quietly spits out, nothing else, only hopes that the grass can be extended, its shadow.

2, "Generation" gave me black eyes in the night, but I used it to find light and auspiciousness.

3, "Rain Walking" clouds, gray, can no longer be cleaned, we open the umbrella, simply blackened the sky, in the slowly fluttering night, there are two pairs of double stars, it seems that there is no fixed orbit, but sometimes far and near.

4, "Bubble" two free blisters, rising from the depths of the sea of dreams, ......The hazy silver mist dissipated in the breeze, and I was like a child, holding on to you who was gradually blurring, trying in vain to bring the shadow of the bubble Zen back to the real land.

5, "Alley" The alley is curved and long, there are no doors, no windows, I take an old key and knock on the thick wall.

6, "Broken Chapter" You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

7, "Lay" I engrave your vow, love on the candle, see how it is, drowned in tears, burned by the fire of the heart, see how the last thought, how extinct, how blown away by the wind.

8, "Poetry" a hazy sunset, lined with the dark green shadow of the building, you appear from the fog and rain, with the blush after the bath, how many words and the past, are dissolved in a smile, we walked into the night sea, to salvage the lost stars.

Freedom has always been something that people strive for.

One: Fly in freedom and power.

This poem is from the Leaves of Grass, a collection of romantic poems by the nineteenth-century American writer Walt Whitman.

I don't want to compete with the singing birds, I long to fly high in the sky.

It was the eagle and the seagull that touched my heart deeply, and the canary and the tongue bird were by no means my ideals.

I, not accustomed to crying softly in a sweet trill, I want to go, soaring in the blue sky full of freedom, joy, strength and will.

The author disdains to compete with the birds, longs to become an eagle and a seagull, longs to go to the sky to fight the wind and waves, and soars freely in the sky, expressing his love for freedom and the courage to forge ahead in life. In fact, each of us has a dream of flying freely. He also wrote in a poem:

The eagle strikes the sky, the fish soars to the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete freely. ”

Second: the word "freedom".

United States] Langston Hughes.

There are words like freedom, which are sweet and comfortable to say.

Day and night, year after year, freedom tugs at my heartstrings.

There were words like freedom, which almost made me cry out.

If you know my experience, you will understand my emotions.

Langston Hughes (1902---1967): American writer, known primarily for his poetry, known as the "poet laureate of the black nation".