
Dreaming About Huangliang
by Li Xiu
About This Novel
The day Ding Xiaoman died, she was just 5 years old. She still remembers every bedtime story her grandma told her. Her time did not pass, but the story did not stop. . . (PS: This is a book without a protagonist. The plots follow different stories. Not all stories can be connected through and through. Because each chapter has 1000+ words, some stories are very short. Do not read with caution.)
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Official(1)Scraped 12d ago
Just a letter to my future self
After going round and round, I typed the 100,000 words on the paper that I always thought was impossible. It was the temperature of time that was recorded. Time flies by, and I never thought that one day I would be so persistent and write a little bit every day. Slowly weaving your own dream. The meaning of this book to me is extraordinary. Every word typed is destiny. Hope to be remembered, hope to be left behind. The winds of the past were all endowed with poetry... This is the first time I rate myself, and I give it five stars decisively. Hahaha. Life must be full of joy, and the wind blows and the flowers fall another year... Year after year, morning and evening. The people in the story laugh at the ups and downs of the story. There is no book with a protagonist, only the taste of life in the story. Life, human voice, human prosperity, I hope you have a good sleep tonight!
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Official(1)Scraped 12d ago
Just a letter to my future self
After going round and round, I typed the 100,000 words on the paper that I always thought was impossible. It was the temperature of time that was recorded. Time flies by, and I never thought that one day I would be so persistent and write a little bit every day. Slowly weaving your own dream. The meaning of this book to me is extraordinary. Every word typed is destiny. Hope to be remembered, hope to be left behind. The winds of the past were all endowed with poetry... This is the first time I rate myself, and I give it five stars decisively. Hahaha. Life must be full of joy, and the wind blows and the flowers fall another year... Year after year, morning and evening. The people in the story laugh at the ups and downs of the story. There is no book with a protagonist, only the taste of life in the story. Life, human voice, human prosperity, I hope you have a good sleep tonight!







