It doesn't fly high or fast

Waves, blowing winds, wandering in the clear sky

It is neither stranded nor hairy

Jumping, climbing lines, looping the cobwebs in the night

But there was none

"Shhh...... Hiss...... ...... hiss" thought magic

Dark clouds shrouded the chaos

Rampage weaving nets

Blowing, dull, slandering and depressing hearts

Panic, frustration, anger and rebellion vent

One, two, three......

The dragonfly crashed into the net when it was in the clouds

Muddy water is a bad thing for fish

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Note: This poem mainly highlights that no matter what environment a person encounters, he must maintain his original calm, otherwise he will be overcome by the environment. The hiss was the sound of a spider spinning silk, and as the wait was fruitless, it recited like a witch a magic cloud that enveloped and crashed into its web. The strike part indicates that it is raining, and the frightened part indicates the mood of the dragonfly. In the face of such an environment, don't be angry, but most people will still be like dragonflies. For poetry in this form, it is inspired by the inspiration found in the countryside as a child, and people in the city want to understand.

"Song of Things" 20 The dragonfly under the dark clouds is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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