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Two Worlds
His master asked him to inherit the mantle, his family asked him to marry and have children, and his friends asked him to be humbled, but he wanted to reach the pinnacle of his own life. In the famous mountains and rivers, explore the mysterious traces of history, and find strange clues in the open and hidden arrows. The people around us who keep intersecting live in parallel worlds. There is a mysterious space hidden in the familiar scenery... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious
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Children from the Capital
Our generation has been caught up in a very critical period of change since we were born. Many things have come from nothing, from nothing to something, from the cancellation of food stamps to the cancellation of public medical care and welfare housing allocation. Many previously fixed and stable things have changed. These have directly or indirectly affected all aspects of our growth, including our psychology and our living conditions. I don't have the energy for a grand narrative, so I can onl
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We Met so Early
There is a kind of regret called regret that we met too late; we regret that we met before we were married. There is a kind of miss, which is called meeting and hating each other too early. Before I gave birth to you, I was already old when you gave birth to you. By the time your hair reaches your waist, I can no longer stand straight... Just a joke. I met the best you in my best years, but the me in my best years was not the best myself... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. An
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Man with Cat
What we sow in the spring is what we will reap in the fall When my hints are spread between the lines, your understatement eyes whether to miss it What we say today will have consequences tomorrow If you don't say some things tonight, you will regret it tonight. After silence is sinking What we did at the time, and how we judge what was right or wrong in the future When yellowed photos fall out of dusty pockets, what was missing in the past Is it luck or a little bit of persistence? What we thou
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