I wrote this poem ten years ago when I decided to make literature my life's pursuit. Flip it out today, modify it slightly, and make everyone laugh. Of course, it's also an incentive for yourself......

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Coming and going to be joyful, and the new resignation has not been changed for a long time.

The bright moon is still there, and the lonely shadow sighs for the rest of his life.

The sages are all rotten bones, and they are free from the void.

Although the grass and trees are free, Jingguan is a siege.

The big country stores good materials, and all kinds of waste are just waiting to be revived.

However, if you are a good person, you can't apply for it.

It can fold rotten wood, and the silent grass is deeper.

Jin Yu is trapped in the dust, and Qi Wei is like Pingsheng.

The young man has a short amount of knowledge, and the old man has deep virtues.

Mo Dao's teeth are short and long, and children talk about it.

The former ambition has been lost, and he is happy like a basil person.

Only in the moonlight, the servants are faint.

Leaning on before the click, such as guarding the cold window.

He who knows that he forsaken me is like frost under the moon.

Gu Pan is self-divided, and the pen is in Hanjiang.

Do not take orchid bamboo, do not disturb the fragrance of plum.

The good man is willing to bind himself, and the fertile soil is self-desolate.

Thousands of miles of ice chiseled away, with its own water soup.

Shen Shen has a way in the end, and the jade sleeves wipe the sky.

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Since ancient times, there have been many virtuous and heroic warriors.

Or in the strange, lonely and moaning.

Gongbu is not only the head, but generously sighs for fish intestines.

Built in the rivers and lakes, worse than the temple?

Why do you need to follow the path of the peak, how can the merit be famous.

But ask for warmth in your heart, regardless of the ice in the world.

Now I am a guest in Shu, so there are virtuous people.

The wine is still there today, but it is only for the mourners.

The sword is famous, and the best do not follow the group.

Thousands of years have passed, and I admire its gods.

Hanlin soon made it and laughed out of the door.

Since then, the rivers and lakes are far away, and few are like floating clouds.

If the pen can be bent, the emperor is honored.

How to tie Xunyang Prison, how to come to Yelang?

only sighs from time to time, the wind and dust are tormenting.

This is 3,000 poems, which is built immortal.

I want to be virtuous and virtuous, and I want to stop admiring the legacy.

Mowing rice pulp paper, cutting wood bunches of red tassels.

It must be written in ink, and the sword eyebrows are written in ancient and modern.

Listen to the wind and hide the rhyme, and wash the heart of the rain in the rain.

Flap your wings into the nine heavens, and turn your fingers into stars.

Zhao Zhao was worried, bright and solemn.

has always smelled beautiful, but it was in the depths.

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Attainments mimic heaven and man, and sincere feelings move the past and the present.

Lift the pen and re-hold the elbow, Yao Yao Fu Sensen.

The flat ground thundered, and thousands of horses rushed together.

I am afraid that I am afraid of long, and I am gushing.

This is too imaginary, and there are a few people since ancient times.

But if you have a word, Gong Yu wastes the bell.

The fairy turned into a bright moon, and Yin Yin invited me to go.

Looking back at the lonely shadow, it is more than hidden.

Come to participate in the business again, holding hands and laughing.

Parting with a bow, striding on the meteor.

I wandered out of thin air, in the galaxy.

The downstream laughed at the wine, and praised it three times.

Guanghua is 3,000 years old, and his voice is heard from afar.

I've been in love for a long time, and I'm anxious to see him.

Frightened, dragging the south wind.

It is a retreat to approach, but it is a person on the other side.

The sound of throwing and roaring with each other is also enough to comfort life.

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Seeing Chu Ge again, he was depressed.

Fishing a river water, the eternal cold.

When people talk about trouble, they know that death is the same.

Happiness turns with the waves, and tears have soaked the shirt.

The water in the Lian River is uninterrupted.

The world is unsatisfactory, and I ask for it in my heart.

The romance is incomprehensible, and the gentleman is in vain.

It is useless in the end, and it is better to fish and lotus boats.

The fire is blazing and the gold wants to be soft, and the water hits the stone and sees the softness.

Ten fingers are flat and flat, and the stone reclamation island.

It is difficult for the ladder to stand on its own, who hangs the jade hook?

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The length of the sun and the moon, the judgment of the shadow of the smoke.

Suddenly, I woke up from a dream, but I was in the cold couch.

The memories are endless, and they suddenly go to flutter.

There is no city lord in his chest, and tens of thousands of rooms have been destroyed.

The knife is quick to cut the evil desire, and the piano sings good news.

smiled indifferently, the world is clear and clear.

Gather youthful spirit, and make chic writing.

The eight directions are accessible, and the beginning of the six points is six.

Before you reach the end of the road, why let go of sorrow.

Don't moan and sigh, this thing hurts the most.

Candles are lit on the high platform, and the night breeze is degraded.

The world in the chest is wide, and the wisdom is picked up.

Nine dragons are for driving, and hundreds of birds are covered with curtains.

There is a way in his heart, and he cares about his merit and fame.

The bushes leaned on the deer wormwood, and the bones were burned.

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The south garden wood is young, and the north pansy is scorched.

The one who is refreshed is the one who comes here.

Start the millennium and the new year, and send a leisurely soul.

The old self will be gone, and it will be restored to innocence.

The vast blue sea, the fall of the Ying.

The glow of the spark, the Kenken of my heart.

will resign from the previous dynasty, and the new clothes will be right.

Although it is late to hear the Tao, it is like Cui Wei.

But abandon the public's hope and focus on the text.

Even if tens of millions of people are obstructed, isn't it artemisia?

Leaning on the railing to overlook the distance, the tranquility is hidden in the heart.

It is not dangerous to tilt the high platform, and it is not afraid of the river and the sea.

Gai has been thinking about it for a long time, and he can't stop it.

When its strength fails, it stops there.

The old self is gone, and I will remember it.