I write poetry purely because I broke into a cow in my heart
It seems to be loyal and straight, but it is actually mighty
I still don't know much about the world
It will not take away a single cent in the future
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Head-on encounter with a mirror of revenge
It makes people suspicious of their own evolution
It reproduces every detail of a person, who they want to deal with
He copied his resume like a calf
Darkness wrestles with it, but it's leisurely
Protect me with all your heart —not willing to do it all at once
Knock me over to the ground and let anyone step on it again
Victory heel, it gives dignity a few steps
The same is an untamed ox
Of course, I understand it in my heart and think about it often
How stubborn and tepid, don't give in
Too much effort, let the luck also work smoothly
The power of a person is between movement and movement
After much thought, I also appreciated the self-consciousness of the soul
The scale is well held and the tension is measured
When the nerves are tense, take a breath first
Poetry is a little more robust in detail
It seems to be nothing, but it is
A bird, steady on the branches
When Dang stood, Zhang looked at a rainbow shadow in the air
The world's objects are beautiful if they are right
There is a lonely man
Fall in love with the most secluded corners under the moonlight
There look up at the sky, dazed and out of your mind
This is the triple realm of caring for the spirit
Every realm can be instantaneous
Rotate the dry, move the void
But it may also be too busy to work until the end
There must be a hidden force
Covet this garden full of fruit
Frenzied trampling, wanton destruction
Pinch the oxtail and vow to entangle to the end
Like two calves in the body
Fight against each other, desperately pulling and biting
It's just writing poetry, but
Every time I write, I hear the sound of horns touching
It felt like a bull was struggling
Resist the invisible threats from the air
The four legs were trapped in the slush and used enough brute force
It has a rounded and heroic breath, like a very good
An earth-shattering, gut-stirring poem
Such creativity has not been played for a long time
Many are wasted and blown out in one breath
At this moment, a steady stream rises from itself
The sea echoes in the depths and the heart
Every wave rolls up like a mighty wave of passion
They all want to ask for what they want out loud
Unlike me, I did my best to return to the herbs