Faloo catalogue
Books by 熊今飞
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From the Faloo books we index, matched on the author's name.
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Girl, How Are You? 女孩，你好吗？
Everyone carries a story in their heart, some deep, some not. There are people who were here for a little while. You remember them. How could you ever forget? At that young, innocent age, before life had put us through its trials, how could we have entered the halls of marriage? I remember someone once said: If dating isn't with marriage in mind, then you're just fooling around. This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.
6.1MReads11.6kFlowers—Tickets
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Poetry and Distant Horizons, Here in This World 诗与远方，在人间
There's always a song that can bring back memories in our hearts, and there's always someone we can never forget. Even after many, many years, we can suddenly feel as if it all happened just yesterday. We were together only yesterday, and today we've each set off toward our own distant horizons. Maybe each of us has a poem about our devotion to our dreams. Maybe each of us has a poem that expresses our longing for love. Who is the one you can't forget? Who is the person you think of constantly?
2.3MReads1.3kFlowers—Tickets
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A Dreamer's Life 追梦人生
Who in this world still cares about your dreams? Who still wants to talk about what your dreams are like? If you haven't created any value, if your dreams don't have the taste of money, if they have nothing to do with anyone else's interests, who still cares about you? Who will still believe you can bring people hope, warmth, and strength? If we're alive in this world only to gain other people's approval, if we're alive only to be understood by others, then we will go against our own hearts. We'
1.3MReads222Flowers—Tickets
- Growing Up Is a Never-Ending Journey 成长恰似一场永不止步的跋涉 Growing up is like an endless journey stretching beyond sight. The road is overgrown with thorns, battered by wind and rain, and never free of hardship and danger. Only those who walk it themselves can truly understand its bitterness and difficulty. Every step forward takes clenched teeth and swallowed pain, with tears quietly shed in some lonely corner. Those sorrows no one else knows about become footprints, faint or deep, etched into the long river of time. They are not marks of failure, but 617.7kReads79Flowers—Tickets