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Fish Prologue
Just like retrieving old memories, the fish came back again, but there is no innocence in my heart anymore. In the end, there will be weak water to replace the sea, and there is no more lovesickness to send to Wushan. Like the yellowed part in the old story, half-deaf and half-dumb, no life left. Everything in the past is a prologue, and yesterday's yesterday is just the prologue of the prologue. I would like to write this book to commemorate the prologue of Fish. This novel and its characters a
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Return Home
Looking at the starry sky, Yun Jin couldn't help but think of the passion he had when he was at the edge of the solar system many years ago, but in front of him was an endless void. The twin stars were still the same, endless rotation and pulling, advancing and extending like nucleic acids, as if the universe was also an intelligent life, and humans were just a short piece of DNA. Yun Jin looked back and saw that the sun had become an ordinary star in the Milky Way. This novel and its characters
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Ghost Hand
The world is turbid and unclear: a cicada's wing is heavy, a thousand junctures are light; yellow bells are destroyed, earthen cauldrons thunder; slanderers are high, and wise men are nameless. The water in Canglang is clear, so I can wash my tassel; the water in Canglang is turbid, so I can wash my feet. Don't be sad because of separation, don't be happy because of new acquaintances. Drink the dew of the magnolia in the morning, and eat the fallen chrysanthemums of autumn in the evening. When t
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Smell the Cherry Blossoms at Night
The water and wind cannot stir up the clear music of the past, and the distant harp cannot play the music of the past. The late night is too calm, silencing your light and shadow, and the winter night is too cold, freezing your time. It is the language of cherry blossoms. The fertile soil cannot bloom with gorgeous flowers, and the quiet moon cannot illuminate the dark alleys. The reality is too cruel, it tore apart your flower shop, and the blue wind is too strong, blowing away your fragrance.
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Go and Sigh
Prologue to the prosperous age of Guanheng The journey of dream travel, wind and smoke Skeletons littering the countryside Yellow beams in the water, wind and moon The bitter song of the wind and rain Looking forward to the long road ahead, Caressing the white clouds. On the shore of Lake Motosu, on the top of Mount Fuji, The distant and distant sword light, The troubled times of the Warring States Period, Where can I find peace and quiet? Sow the abundant empty rice. This novel and its characte
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