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Autumn Modern Poetry [by kaiser3344].

The fragrance soaked in the night comes from the ancient time and space tunnel, and as soon as you turn around, the osmanthus of life of the tree will wither brightly.

Your itinerary is telling your romance, the electromagnetic waves coming back from your mobile phone are infected by your happiness, but I am at a loss in the deep night.

Your complicated mind is being staged like a TV series, and even the tide has receded, and I am still looking back there.

The chrysanthemums of the golden autumn are as beautiful as your face, walking on the street of flowers, but there is no surprise to look back, people come and go, traffic flows away, but I find that this autumn is really full of dogwoods and one less person.

The cool breeze rose, blowing a lake of clear water, and the clear grasshopper boat floated from upstream, carrying heavy thoughts and the sorrow of the ruin of the country and the death of the family, which became the most sentimental topic of this autumn.

The red leaves of Xiangshan should be red, and the autumn colors of the mountains will no longer make people sentimental. The other side of autumn is even more exciting, harvest and joy are the bright slogans of this season.

I think of the scene when my father bent down to cut rice, and in that golden field, my father's mood must have been happy and happy, the sun shone on his bronzed face, and the joy of harvesting in his hands, and I thought there must be some more complicated feelings in it.

Mother's pantry also gathered a strong love in the golden autumn years, her calloused hands stored a piece of love into the retort jar, only waiting for the children and grandchildren to come back for the New Year, and then pour out all the family affection.

Autumn is multi-layered, and autumn is also the most emotional.

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We love our mothers too.

But it's not the same as my mother's love for us.

Our love is a stream.

A mother's love is the ocean.

Dew on the precarious grass.

It's round and bright. That's the light that the sun gives.

The days of April.

Half of it's a mess. Half brilliant.

That's where the spring breeze walks.

Our joy.

It was the smile on the mother's face.

Our suffering.

It was the deep sadness in my mother's eyes.

We can go far, far away.

But I can't get out.

The square of the mother's heart.

Modern Poetry Thank You Wen Green Leaf-001

Thank you. Bear me, raise me.

tirelessly.

Offering to me, thank you.

on the path of my life.

Overcoming obstacles. and unrequited giving.

Thank you. All the things that have been done for me.

I know that.

I won't be able to pay it off in my life.

I can do it now.

Just write a poem.

Thank you. Sing the praises of the greatness of parents all over the world.

Fathers and fatherly love.

Father A symbol as hard as steel.

Behind it is a cold face.

Break up with gentleness.

Insulated from a smile.

The roar was louder than the thunder.

Majesty is better than a leather whip.

Don't get me wrong, friend.

It's just a childhood delusion.

In fact, my father had the deepest love.

It is the love wrapped in a thick coat.

It is an extension of mother's love.

It is a compass in the vast desert.

It is the North Star in the vast ocean.

It is the most unforgettable love in the world.

I'll never forget it.

Silently bai in the rain

Sink and forget the disappointment.

The swaying wind chimes gradually became confused in the drowsiness.

Inside. The faint memories of the people, the people who have been inscribed, where are you?

A period of time, a point of nostalgia, I stand in the time and space where you are not there and look at the other country.

You are in the midst of me, but you still remember the world that once was, there was a me...

Call, your phone.

All that's waiting is a busy tone.

Tears of loneliness.

Quiet bed.

I think of the faint incense.

Lie down in the empty porch.

A shallow smile in a dream.

Bitter babbling.

You are drunk. Still slept.

1) ap=pd, connecting op and od, because the angle apo = 90 degrees, and the triangle ado is an isosceles triangle, so op is vertically bisected by the rising line, so ap=pd

2) When OD intersects with semicircle C, that is, OD is vertically buried in AB, so the angle AOD = 90 degrees, then the angle AOP = angle OAP = 45 degrees, so the point P is the midpoint of the arc AO, so AP is the general length of the arc AO, that is, Pi

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