"That Year"

In the past, I began to touch the texts between the classics, and I didn't know how to see the depths.

The color pen and gold paint pretend to be a showman, and the words are crooked and written.

"Zhisheng"

On the side of Zhisheng Road, there are many herbs.

Mo Dao knows few people, and Kunlun is on the top.

My Father

Quack fell into the earth's mother, that is, the field, and stole the whip of the tree at the age of five.

Twenty-six and brother mock brother class, thirty north land is bitterly cold.

"Gift to Honor"

In a village where he was a child, he was a husband compared to a boy.

Minshui Bashan Pei Mo potential, slang said that I Shu Zhongshu.

(Note: Xie Jili, female, born in 95, student of Sichuan Agricultural University, also writes poems)

The generation of "Half Jiesheng Lake and Sea Yincao", those years (dedicated to my father) are in the hand, please wait a moment,

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