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From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person.

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world.

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables.

I have a house facing the sea and spring is blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, we will communicate with each and every one of our loved ones.

Tell them about my happiness.

The blissful lightning told me.

I'm going to tell everybody.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I bless you too.

May you have a bright future.

May you have a lover and eventually become married.

May you be blessed on earth.

I just want to face the sea and bloom in spring.

Modern poetry. Middle School!

It is the sacred temple of mankind.

It is a station of human wisdom.

It is a symbol of human majesty.

It is a sign of a human leap.

I love middle school! I love my alma mater even more--- Changmao Middle School.

Alma mater! You let my childhood naivety fly.

You let my childhood fly.

You let my prosperity go and the glory.

On this land.

If I have a home.

That's the --- Changmao home you gave me.

Towards maturity. The thriving market is less noisy.

The dense jungle soothes the laid-back birds.

At noon, the sun shone on the boy.

The school bell has been flickering.

It is the brightness of mid-autumn.

My singing heartbeat.

The door of the house reflects the vicissitudes of the mother.

Industriousness of love. The bridge to my heart.

The thriving market is chaotic.

Dense forests far away.

White sails swinging from the seashore.

The whims of my dreams.

Be a falcon in the clouds.

Start at the corner of a wildflower-scented mountain.

Panjin. Absolutely original, against plagiarism, no votes.

How I can thank you.

When I walk towards you.

I wanted to harvest a spring breeze.

But you gave me the whole spring.

How I can thank you.

When I walk towards you.

I wanted to pick up a wave of spray.

But you gave me the whole ocean.

How I can thank you.

When I walk towards you.

I wanted to pick up a red leaf.

But you gave me the whole maple grove.

How I can thank you.

When I walk towards you.

I wanted to kiss a snowflake.

But you gave me the silver world.

She is. The color of cloves, the fragrance of cloves, the sorrow of cloves, grieving in the rain, complaining and hesitating;

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

Like me, like me.

Walking silently, indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

Forget about spring.

A deserted courtyard on a spring night.

The gentle wind sings in the dream.

Listen, the footsteps of someone going to the end of the world.

Someone has returned to his hometown.

If I had a piece of moonlight on my pillow.

I won't be able to sleep tonight.

It's just that there is still her shadow in the heart.

Dancing with my lonely eyes.

Look up at the blue sky every time.

The clouds drift to the place where the sun sets.

Every time you embrace the dark night.

The stars are twinkling at the farthest distance.

Want to shed a few tears under the lamp.

I am afraid that tears will reflect yesterday's heartbreak.

Leave the warm, soft bed.

But I don't know who spring is waiting for.

You're right under the bright window.

Thinking about the love of spring.

Thinking about autumn frost.

Think of all the sweet floral scents.

I'm on my way to wake up.

Crying secretly and laughing quietly.

Slowly forget your heart.

Forgotten to spring.

Forgotten candlelight for thoughts.

Or lonely hope.

1. The grove in the city.

Regreen, my grove.

Ants and flying insects in the grove.

These humble lives are coming with spring.

Under the dirt, I heard the sound of earthworms crawling.

Slam your soft head into the dirt closed door.

In the meadow of the grove, I saw a herd of goats.

Swinging his long beard and bleating.

It shook my youth and soul.

A black goat is coming to me.

Tears of happiness hung on his face.

2. Open the door of spring.

I heard a bird calling.

In the city, there are a few fighting and spring birds.

They did not dare to enter the city.

Only cheers and jumps outside the effect.

They are as simple as peasants in the countryside.

Let me sprout a kind of intimacy.

They're my friends.

It's like a relative I met by chance.

They are looking for unknown bugs.

Make a friendly voice to your peers.

Outside of the effect, I fell in love with the sound of birds.

In the midst of the bird's contence.

I pushed open the door of spring.

3. This spring.

My heart is in turmoil this spring.

Some tombstones come to mind for a moment.

I think about my childhood for a moment.

My heart is in turmoil this spring.

Spring's poems have been written in spring.

My dedication poem is the spring of grass and flowers touching auspicious crowns.

In this spring.

What else can I do?

Who else can you embrace spring and time with.