Born at the right time, the body is not stained with red dust.

Lift the sword to sweep away the chaos in the world, not for the name but only for the people.

The dragon chair was abandoned and did not sit, turning into idle clouds and wild cranes.

In the smoke and waves of the five lakes and seas, there is no such person in the world.

"The Human Emperor"

(This poem was written by a reader, and I feel good, better than mine)

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Draw a sword to fight demons and evils, cry blood and play a floating slaughter.

Who is the person at your feet, step on the green clouds.

My heart will never be reconciled, and I am willing to join the heavens.

(This is a poem written in the previous chapter, and the following is a book friend's comment, I feel that his comments are better than my poems)

Where you make poetry, it is easy to write scenes, but it is difficult to romance. The scenery comes from the outside, and the eyes touch it, and you can get it by paying attention to it; the love comes out of the heart, and unless there is a fragrant and sympathetic embrace, you cannot feel sad and stubborn. This poem is a typical lyric poem, which supports the words and aspirations. The poet started with "drawing the sword" and "crying blood", presenting vivid pictures in front of the audience. Then use the words "war" and "acting" to cleverly link these scenes to give people an immersive and intuitive feeling. The flying brushwork and the scenes that come one after another are almost dizzying and exciting. Next, "Who is the person under your feet, stepping on the clouds" The poet does not have a strong color, at first glance it is plain and unremarkable, but when you think about it, it has a profound meaning. The poet uses the artistic techniques of "people at the feet" and "on the clouds" to render the atmosphere. Who will be able to rise to the top, and who will be forever falling? This shows that the battle is still going on, and the outcome is still undecided. In the last two sentences, my heart will never be reconciled, and I am willing to be with the sky. In terms of technique, it echoes the previous text, progressing layer by layer, pointing directly to the original heart. The poet expressed his thoughts, thoughts, and desires strongly, and the poem came suddenly, only to feel the lingering rhyme and endless aftertaste. At this moment, there is a sense of heaviness in my heart, the galloping of thousands of horses and the shooting of the eagle and the bow, and the kind of pride that exists in the righteous chest and ambition beyond the sky.

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Thousands of miles away from home, I often miss my hometown.

In ancient times, they all lamented, and the world was Sauvignon Blanc.

Sitting alone and looking at the crescent moon, the drizzle is falling.

My generation did not dare to forget, and vowed to repay the hometown.

(Above is my poem, below is the comment of a book friend, I feel that the whole person is floating up, happy...... Life is in the world, and it is difficult to find a confidant!)

The words are full of hometown feelings, the poet uses lamentation and lovesickness to paint, depicting a melancholy and sad picture, and then the pen turns to barter, looking at the crescent moon on the horizon alone, and the hometown is drizzling, which highlights the poet's strong longing. My generation dare not forget, this dare word played the role of the finishing touch, why do you dare not, instead of can't, unwilling, won't wait, this dare word is more in line with the poet's state of mind. The artistic conception of being outside and having a heart in his hometown jumps on the paper, indicating that the poet has not achieved his great cause at this moment and has no shame to return to his hometown. The last sentence of the oath to repay the kindness of his hometown is simply a stroke of genius, and he has not forgotten the oath he made since he was a child. This reminds me of the sentence, the dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming.

The fat powder skeleton world is chaotic, and I don't believe in love and pity.

The two lives can't be bypassed, this woman's name is Wu Hanling.

(This is my review for book friends, it feels good)

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Life is hard, but life is long, I remember the disciple rules.

Being a person in the world is on top, and loneliness in the heart is not bitter.

Regret is the saddest parting, but it is a pity that there are no tears in life.

Face it with a smile, glad you are still alive, because when you die, there is nothing.

(When I read a chapter of the novel, I realized that at that time I knew that the author had put a lot of effort into it, and I was proud that I was an author, even if it was a garbage author)

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Pick up a gun and add a horse, my family and country are in my heart.

I am a mortal, but I have to become a ranger.

(Reading review, it was a bit out of context at the time, and I wrote these halfway through it, and it was a little romantic when I looked closely, but I feel that this poem is also good)

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Born at the wrong time, he was mistakenly thrown into his home.

I am a beautiful person, but I am a man of the world.

My brother is crying by my side, but my heart is strong.

Life is like this, it was originally a dream.

(Reading review, the protagonist's father is really a beast, I really don't know what to say, the person portrayed by the author is so bad that I am a little bit of a part of it)

Ups and downs, heroes are on display, and we are not afraid of the strong.

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(Chic!)

I was originally the king of demons, but Nai was born at the wrong time.

The Terran pig dog rides on the head, and I can't help anyone.

(Book reviews of other authors)

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Ordinary people have vulgar dreams, and I also have vulgar dreams.

Gather the wisdom of the city to solve the difficulties of humane academics.

(United, even if you're mortal, it's just as powerful.) You and I are both ordinary people, and some things are to be united)

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Thanks for reading, tomorrow on the shelves, my life has reached its peak...... Haha, you can also get the first bucket of manuscript fees every day, only six hundred, which feels good!

Come on, I'll work harder......