Are There Any Books with Poetic Writing Style and Rich Poetic Content?

244 天 Who Puts the Yellow Robe on Me When It's Cold? Ni ErgouHistorical2.6M WordsCompleted 45.7kReads8.9Score4.2kShelves

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These are the books. Excerpt: 🌸Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are like embroidery, and thousands of years are like gold. There are many countries and countless heroes. There is a saying that loyal bones are buried in green mountains, so there is no need to look back at home. 🌸There are dragons on the corridor columns, flying swallows in the corner of the pavilion, and the glazed tiles reflect the mysterious light like a dream under the moonlight. High pavilions, low flowing water, iron horse eaves and bells swaying in the wind, and six beasts on the ridges remain motionless. 🌸It was dusk, the towers could not be seen clearly in the thick fog, the moon was hazy, and the stars in the sky were also hidden. In this season of spring and early summer, the emperor lived alone in a lonely palace. The night breeze ruffled a pool of spring water, but it was constantly buzzing with the chirping of cicadas and insects. 🌸The moonlight is hidden in the vast clouds, and secret plans are made at night. When the morning breeze blows away all the dew, swords and guns are seen opening at the Xuanwu Gate. The blood-stained jade steps are full of love, and the dragon's robe is wet with tears and hatred. The heroic man with gold and iron horse is called the unworthy man from now on.

245 我 My Name Is Luo Yujin! If You Don't Accept It, Fight Bright as StarsAncient Romance204k WordsCompleted 27Reads7.8Score—Shelves

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I recommend these well-written ancient sayings to you

247 撷 Jiejunxing Always Stay TogetherEastern Fantasy201k WordsOngoing 48Reads—Score—Shelves

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"I hope you can pick more, this is the most lovesick thing.": The novel "Xie Picking the King": It starts with the absurdity of the half-Tang Dynasty, and takes the Six Heroes of Traditional Chinese Medicine to exorcise evil spirits as the main line. At the same time, Tang Banzong, Wei Xiaozheng, Tang Xiaozang, Hou Yi, Sun Ashi, Song Yixian, Wang Xiaoshun, Zhan Le and other descendants of historical figures all appear. The Tao reflects all kinds of things in the world and also adds modern elements. It's simple but has new interest, it's a super humorous work!

249 让 If You Are Asked to Be a Refined Scholar, How Can You Raise an Emperor? Three or Four TimesAncient Romance822k WordsOngoing 3.4kReads8.8Score513Shelves

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The author has great literary skills and is very beautiful. It is an ancient world of pure gender equality and the empress.

249 与 Huan with Jun MoonsetAncient Romance657k WordsCompleted 30.4kReads9.5Score4.1kShelves

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Very well written and highly rated ancient sayings

250 大 The Story of Pizhu in the Tang Dynasty Meal CardMartial Arts810k WordsCompleted 210.9kReads9.7Score37.2kShelves

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Although it is a novel, it uses a lot of poetry.

251 穿 Dressed as the Prince of a Subjugated Country, I Threw Myself Directly into the Arms of the Enemy. Nonsense.1.2M WordsCompleted 16.6kReads9.6Score2.7kShelves

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These two books, I think they are very good.

252 且 Let's Have a Good Night at the End of the Year and Let Qiuxiao Slightly Sweetened DicedAncient Romance431k WordsCompleted 2kReads8.7Score226Shelves

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There are many poems and ancient texts that describe very well.

265 曾 Zeng Guofan's Academic Methods Vu ChifuHistorical77k WordsCompleted 343Reads9.0Score207Shelves

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After reading the complete book, your knowledge and poetry reserves will naturally increase.

267 大 Xie Jin, a Talented Man of the Ming Dynasty Tianxingjian 6729Historical170k WordsCompleted 5Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Stories in history, torture of the soul

269 道 Fellow Taoist! That Thief Has Written a New Book Three or Four TimesAncient Romance1.3M WordsCompleted 14.7kReads9.1Score2.9kShelves

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A non-CP female channel about cultivating immortality. It's quite interesting. The author's writing style is very good and he also has poetry. I highly recommend it (*^ω^*)

270 风 The Wind Raises the Embers Taiyue Linchuan Dream Flying BearEastern Fantasy289k WordsOngoing 13Reads8.2Score—Shelves

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The author claims to be a newcomer, but his writing style is extremely sophisticated, with the style of a classic chapter novel. This is a group portrait work. The protagonists have different personalities and their own mysteries about their life experiences. The multi-line plot unfolds and advances simultaneously, giving it the same feeling as a script. It's just that the author was a little overwhelmed by the data, and he hasn't been updating very diligently recently. As long as we provide strong support, I believe the author will regain his strength and present this masterpiece to everyone as soon as possible and completely. Big cheers for the author!

273 帝 Di Ji Ce's Mountains and Rivers Inside and Out Cao MengyunAncient Romance139k WordsOngoing 5.1kReads—Score138Shelves

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Nice looking. Love watching. Especially the first one, the more I read it, the better it gets. The characters are well-drawn and memorable. I highly recommend it.

273 普 Ordinary Second-Level Internet Writers Are Popularly Searched? It's Actually True? User 2618281117k WordsCompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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The author can't hide the treasure! These seven stories, each one is more heartbreaking and funny than the last. Wedge: At two o'clock in the morning, someone "installed surveillance" on my mobile phone. This is what happened. At two o'clock in the morning last Thursday, I was lying in bed after working overtime, and habitually opened Tomato Free Novels, looking for a mindless story to help me fall asleep. I scratched the screen again and again with my fingers. Each of the covers was more exquisite than the last, and the introductions were more explosive than the last - "The beginning is the best", "Full text high-energy warning", "Millions of readers stay up late to catch up with updates" - but I couldn't read any of them. It's not that they are bad. I'm too tired. I'm so tired that I don't want to watch anything that requires me to "get into the zone," and I don't want to watch anything that makes me think, "How come other people's lives are so exciting while my life is just about working overtime?" I just wanted to see something real, down-to-earth, and something that made me feel like, "It turns out I'm not the only one in this misery." Then I got an ID - user 26182811. The profile picture is a blurry old photo, as if it was taken with a flip phone. The picture shows an old locust tree. There is a person squatting under the tree. His face cannot be seen clearly, and he can only see a rickety back. There was only one line in the introduction: "A Hakka from Chixi Village, Pengkou Town, Liancheng County, Longyan, Fujian, who calls himself an old naughty boy." My first reaction at the time was - who is this? The second reaction is - why does this introduction look like it was copied stroke by stroke on graph paper with a ballpoint pen? I clicked on his list of works. Good guys, all kinds of things, everything. Folk songs, rural documentaries, workplace fables, time-travel science fiction, emotional short stories... It's like an old farmer in the country whose backyard is filled with flowers and plants that you can't name. Each one grows crookedly, but each one is full of energy, as if holding back a lot of energy to tell you - I don't need you to recognize me, I have the final say whether I look good or not. I clicked on the story at the top of the list. Then I lay in bed for two hours, motionless, not even changing my position. Two hours later, I put down the phone, stared at the ceiling, and said something that even I thought was hypocritical - "Did this old man install surveillance on my phone?" Because those stories were all about me. It was my plan that was killed and picked up again, it was my report that was cut in line three times, it was me that changed from a "core member" to a "support team member", it was every day that I repeatedly jumped between the main business and the side business, it was every moment that I had been working as a "spare tire" in this huge office building for four years but no one had ever taken a serious look at it. Not an exaggeration. Not a metaphor. It's true that every word feels like someone stole my inner thoughts over the past few years, and then wrote them out for me in a way that I can never learn, which is earthy, sharp, and makes me want to cry and laugh at the same time. I scrolled to the comments section and realized I wasn't the only one who felt this way. Some people say, "This author lives too clearly." Some people say, "Every sentence is our voice." Some people say, "You don't need to use your brain to read his book, but you will think about a lot of things after reading it." But the most popular comment was only seven words long and received thousands of likes - "Our own author." His own. Not a "great god", not a "top artist", not a "million-selling author". It's "home". It's the kind of home where when you come home during the Chinese New Year, your mother asks you to borrow a scoop of rice from next door, and when you knock on the door, you shout, "Uncle, it's me." I felt at that time that I must let more people know about this author. Not because of how "awesome" he writes - although he is - but because of how "true" he writes. That's really not a technique, not a technique, not anything that can be learned. It is the unique angle created between the tip of the pen and the paper after a person has been writing on the Eight Immortals Table for thirty years. That perspective cannot be replicated by any professional writer with a bachelor's degree. Because it is not something you practice, it is something you live out. So today, I will tell you seven of Mr. Fu Shuiheng's most worth-seeing stories one by one. It's not a spoiler, it's just "planting grass". I'm telling you—at least one of these seven stories is written specifically for you. Don't believe it? You look down. The first story "Second Choice Campaign" will hook you in one sentence: Your plan was killed. Your proposal has been picked up. Your project became the most successful project in the company's history. What happened? Lin Zhiqiu made a perfect plan. The data was run seven times, the PPT was revised to eleven versions, and even the animation effects on each page were adjusted to what he thought was the perfect rhythm. Then his plan was lost to a PPT copied and pasted from Baidu Encyclopedia - because the other party knelt down and made a knight's salute during the report. You read that right. Knighthood. At the company's proposal review meeting. The beginning of this story is so absurd that you will think you are watching a dark humor movie. But when you follow Lin Zhiqiu into the dusty fire escape, meet the orange cat named "Lao Er", find the room that has been locked for three years and a stack of yellowed drawings, you will suddenly find that there is an extremely serious question hidden in this absurd story: Why do the best plans often collect dust in the most inconspicuous corners? Why can a plan that clearly has fatal flaws win? Why does the "second choice" always wait for the "first choice" to make a mistake before he can play? Mr. Fu Shuiheng used a story about the "Backup Plan Uprising" to lay out on the table a secret that everyone in the workplace knows well but no one is willing to reveal - the difference between winners and losers is not who is stronger, but whose plan can appear in the right place at the right time. Strength is just the ticket, timing is the seat. And the plan that everyone regarded as a "spare tire" became the one with the last laugh after patiently waiting for its own opportunity. Who should read it: People who have been killed, shelved, and denied every plan, but they always feel in their hearts that "my idea is right." The second story "Plan B Uprising" will hook you in one sentence: You are a type A employee, and I am a type B contract employee. Your badge lanyard is gold, mine is blue. You sit in the front row and I stand at the door. Who sets these rules? Why has no one ever questioned it? Zhao Gan's job number is B-107. Type B contract system, benefits are halved, and the promotion path ends at the supervisor level. In the company, this letter means that you are a "spare person" - you can be called on to work at any time, you can be called away at any time, and you can be forgotten at any time. But he had a backup plan that someone had been waiting three years to dig out of the archives. The original author of the plan was an optimized employee, his job number started with B, and his name was Lin Yuanzhou—yes, the person in the first story who made the perfect plan but lost to the knightly ceremony. These two stories are connected, like two grapes strung together by the same vine, one is sour and sweet, and the other is sweet and sour. Zhao Gan did something that everyone thought was "impossible" - he took the plan that had been hidden for three years, "stole" the core data from the company's database at two o'clock in the morning, put an outsourced employee in the core algorithm position, and then wrote an email suggesting changes to the company's rank system and copied it to the human resources director. He is not rebelling. He was just asking a question - if Plan B is better than Plan A, why can't it work? This story will have you laughing and laughing into sudden silence. Because you will find that you may be the "Type B employee" in your company - not because your ability is B, but because your joining time, your education, the school you graduated from, and a certain sentence you said during the interview determine that you are labeled "B" from the beginning. And this label is like an ill-fitting work clothes, you wear it for several years, until you forget that this clothes should not be worn like this. Who should watch it: Everyone who feels "I deserve to be treated better" but doesn't know where to start to change. The third story "Alternative Energy Beauty Pageant" will hook you in one sentence: representatives of coal, oil, natural gas, nuclear power, solar energy, wind, and hydropower sit together in a beauty pageant. Who is the best energy source? The answer is surprising. This is not a workplace story. This is a life fable that everyone in the workplace can understand. Coal said: I am the most stable, I am cheap, I am everywhere. Oil said: You are the dirtiest. Natural gas said: I am the second child of a thousand years, but I have survived to this day. Nuclear power says: My safety record is the best among all energy sources, but you only remember Chernobyl and Fukushima. Solar and Wind said: Last year, we accounted for 70% of the world's new installed capacity. Seven energy representatives competed on the same stage for the title of "Best Energy". Everyone has their own strengths, everyone has their own shortcomings, and everyone feels that they should be number one. Then a man in a gray suit whom no one knew walked onto the stage. He said: "I am not here to participate in the beauty pageant. I am here to remind you that this competition is meaningless. Because what the world needs is not one kind of energy, but many kinds of energy. What you need is a system. And the name of that system is not me, not you, not him - it is 'we'." The best part of this story is that Mr. Fu Shuiheng used a fable about the energy beauty pageant to explain the most common "involution" dilemma in the workplace, thoroughly and tenderly. You will find that the same drama is played out every day in your department, your company, and any organization you work in - a group of people are fighting about "who is the most important", but the really important question "how can we become better together" has never been asked. Who should watch it: Everyone who feels tired in the "involution" but doesn't know how to get out of this cycle. The fourth story, "The Storm of Turning Side Business into a Full-time Business" will hook you in one sentence: Your income from your side business is three times that of your main business. Your leader doesn't know. Your colleagues don't know. I don't know about the dying pot of pothos at your work station. But you know – it's time for you to go? Lin Yuanzhou - yes, it's him again, the "optimized" data analyst in the third story - was the most ordinary employee of this company before he started his side job. The monthly salary is 14,000 yuan, which has been increased by 2,000 yuan in four years. The daily job is to use various tools to find patterns in the data, and then write reports to tell the operations team that "the activities you are doing are actually of no use." The operations team doesn't like him, but he doesn't care. What he cares about is the two hours after get off work every day. During those two hours, he was a person named "Teacher Yuanzhou", teaching data analysis in a paid knowledge community. The number of students increased from one to 10,000, and his monthly sideline income increased from zero to 80,000. The main business has increased by 2,000 yuan in four years, and the side business has increased from zero to 80,000 yuan in one year. This digital comparison was like a basin of ice water poured on his head, and on the heads of every reader who read this story. But he did not resign. It's not that he doesn't dare, it's not that he can't, but he wants to understand one thing - the meaning of side business is not to replace the main business, but to give the main business an additional reason to "not be so humble". When you are not afraid of losing a job, you can really do it well. Because you no longer work to survive, you work to create value. The most heart-wrenching part of this story is not the numbers or the comparisons, but what Lin Yuanzhou's leader, Zhao Man, said after learning about his sideline income - "Your value has exceeded this position. This position can no longer accommodate you." Then she added - "If your sideline becomes big, remember to come back and hire me." A director who had been in the company for eleven years said to a small employee's sideline, "Remember to come back and hire me." How much envy, how much unwillingness, how much helplessness there is in this sentence "I also want to leave but I can't" can only be understood by every adult who has sat in a cubicle for too long. Who should watch it: Everyone who is repeatedly torn between the stability of the main job and the freedom of the side job and doesn't know how to choose. The fifth story "The Spare Tire Awakening Movement" will hook you in one sentence: You are the "very useful" person. You are the "very reliable" person. You are the person who is "a brick in our department and can be moved wherever it is needed". But you know – you're not the spare tire. On the 173rd day after joining the company, Lin Xiaoxiao discovered that she was a spare tire. Her PPT was cut in line three times. Her name appeared in Tang Rou's email under the heading "Provide Support." Her workstation is covered with other people's sticky notes - "Xiaoxiao helped me order afternoon tea", "Xiaoxiao helped me fill out the reimbursement form", "Xiaoxiao helped me make the PPT". When she was applying lipstick in the mirror in the tea room, she discovered that the woman in the mirror could not remember the last time she did something for herself. Then she did something no one expected - she posted a post on the company's anonymous forum, posted a photo of three post-it notes, and captioned it: "I am a spare tire, and this is my schedule." The post was viewed tens of thousands of times within a few hours. In the comments, some people posted photos of their sticky notes, some posted screenshots of their schedules, and some said, "Today is my 1095th day in this company. It has been three years. I have done everything for everyone, but no one has done anything for me." This "spare tire awakening movement" did not bring about a revolution. But it brought about a change - every quarter, leaders have one-on-one conversations with each employee. It's not performance appraisal, it's not work report, it's just chatting - "Are you happy? Aren't you happy? What do you want? What don't you want?" The most touching part of this story is not that Lin Xiaoxiao finally said "no", but that after she said "no", she found that the world did not collapse. Those things that I thought "they couldn't do without me" have been done by others. Those who used to feel "embarrassed by rejection" did not feel any better after being rejected. It took her a long time to figure out one thing - the reason why you are a spare tire is not because you are incompetent, but because you are too talkative. And people who are easy to talk to are always a spare tire in this system. Who should watch it: Anyone who has been stuck with the "nice guy" label for too long and wants to say "no" but doesn't know how to say it. The sixth story is a companion piece to "Alternative Energy Beauty Pageant" - "Are Ordinary Second-Class Internet Writers Popular?" It's actually true? "One sentence to hook you: A level 2 contracted author, an old farmer in his sixties, and a self-proclaimed "old naughty boy" have become hot searches because they have no team, no operations, and no traffic packaging. Why? This story is the latest to be written, and it is also the most special one among the seven stories. Because it is not a fable or fiction, it is a true story - the protagonist is Mr. Fu Shuiheng himself who wrote these seven stories. When the hot search came, Fu Shuiheng was in his old house in the mountains of western Fujian, not knowing what was happening outside. Tomato Bookstore, signed author, level 2. In that vast ocean with hundreds of thousands of signed authors, level 2 is only a little higher than "just learned to paddle". There are no fans to support, no female data workers, and no operational promoters. His only "promotion method" was to squat under the old camphor tree at the entrance of the village and say to the air, "I wrote three more chapters today." Then his name appeared on trending searches. Search volume increased more than ten times. Why? Because someone wrote a sentence in the comment area - "Our own author." These seven words are not marketing copy, not a fan support slogan, and not the result of any business planning. It is the simplest and grandest awarding ceremony held by thousands of workers in an extremely simple way for an old man they have never met in an endlessly long subway commute and late-night taxi after working overtime. They are not cultural celebrities or opinion leaders. The last book they read may have been a textbook from their student days. But with click after click, reading over and over, and comments that were vague but heartfelt, they built an altar of words for this old man brick by brick. This story will make you laugh - because Mr. Fu Shuiheng's experience is so absurd. A person who doesn't even know what a "reader portrait" is, actually made his way in the algorithm era. This story will make you cry - because you will find that the most scarce thing in this era may not be traffic, hits, or hot searches, but the light that a person is still willing to light in order to "get what needs to be done" in a place where no one can see it. This story will make you want to open the free Tomato novel immediately - because you want to see what the author who made hundreds of thousands of people collectively "break their defenses" wrote. Who should watch it: Everyone who still believes in "slower, faster" in this breathtakingly fast era. The seventh story is not included in the hidden paragraph above - "Folk Song of Western Fujian!" My favorite! Wait, isn't it seven stories? Why are only six introduced? Because the seventh one is not a "story", it is a mountain. Mr. Fu Shuiheng spent decades collecting, organizing and composing 6,000 western Fujian folk songs. Six thousand songs. If you memorize one song a day, it will take you sixteen and a half years. If you arrange their handwritten manuscripts, they can be spread from the old camphor tree at the entrance of the village to the guerrilla ruins monument on the top of the mountain. This is not a "book", it is a person's "Book of Songs". A man spends the rest of his life racing against a declining oral literature. Using graph paper and a blue ballpoint pen, he pulled back word by word those words that "the people who farmed the land sang to the sun, the people who were on the road sang to the moon, and those who parted to sing to the back", from the edge of being completely forgotten. This story is the root of all workplace fables. The reason why Mr. Fu Shuiheng was able to write so thoroughly, so truthfully, and so deeply about the things in the office was not because he had ever worked - he had never worked a day. It's because he has been farming all his life. People who farm the land know best what "one grain of millet is planted in spring and ten thousand grains are harvested in autumn." What I know best is "you may not get anything in return if you pay, but you will definitely get nothing if you don't pay". What I know best is "God doesn't see how loud you shout, He sees how deep you bend down." These principles are the same regardless of the scene. So if you only read his workplace fables, you only read half of Fu Shuiheng. The other half is in the six thousand folk songs, under the old camphor tree, and in the back of the old man squatting on the ground and writing down the disappearing sounds one by one with a ballpoint pen. Final Chapter Dear friends, it's time to blow the charge horn for the old gentleman. Okay, all seven stories have been told. If you ask me - which one of the seven is the most beautiful? My answer is: the first one you read is the best. Because everyone's situation is different, the point where they are hit is also different. Some people will get red-eyed because of "Second Choice Campaign" - because his plan has also been rejected. Some people will pat their thighs because of "The Spare Tire Awakening Movement" - because she is the "very useful" person. Some people will remain silent for a long time because of "Hot Searches for Ordinary Second-Level Internet Writers" - because he sees in this old farmer the self who once thought he was "like this for the rest of his life." Seven stories, seven angles, seven knives in the heart. Not deep, but accurate. It's only when you finish reading that you realize that it's been a long time since someone said something to you so seriously. Finally, let's talk about some serious things. The first thing: these stories of Mr. Fu Shuiheng have been launched simultaneously on Tomato Free Novels, Tomato Music, Toutiao Express Edition, Toutiao, Wukong Browser, Danhua, and Changdu Free Novels. In other words, no matter which software you usually use to read books, you can find it. Dear friends, hurry up and search to see it first - when searching, look for "user 26182811". This is the old gentleman's only official account. Don't click the wrong one. The second thing: The last story "Ordinary second-level Internet writer is a hot search?" It's actually true? Has been updated. This story is the "Easter egg" of the previous six workplace fables - it tells the story of how Mr. Fu Shuiheng, who wrote these stories, went from a "strange old man" squatting under an old camphor tree at the entrance of the village to write, to "our own author" on the mobile phone screens of hundreds of thousands of people. After watching the first six and then watching this one, you'll feel like all the absurdities have answers. The third thing: After reading this, dear friends, remember to give our own author, Mr. Fu Shuiheng, "Blow the creative charge". Let him know that there are people waiting to see his next article, his next series. Let him know that the words he wrote on the Eight Immortals table until early morning were not written for himself, but for a group of people who called him "our own authors." The old gentleman said that as long as there are people reading, he will keep writing. He writes folk songs, fables, science fiction, and everything he thinks "should be written down." The fourth thing: Our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng would like to sincerely thank you all for your time. The old gentleman's original words were like this - "Every minute you stay in the story is priceless. Your attention and reading are the blessing of the work and the blessing of the old gentleman." This was too formal, not like his usual tone. I guess he asked the young people in the village to polish it for him. But I understand what he wants to express - in this era when everything moves too fast to take a second look, the fact that someone is willing to spend a few minutes, dozens of minutes, or even a few hours to quietly read a story he wrote is a miracle in itself. And this miracle was what he finally waited for thirty years after writing. So, dear friends, if you have finished reading this article, if you are moved by any of these seven stories, if you also want to be the person who said "our own author" to Mr. Fu Shuiheng - open the free Tomato novel on your mobile phone. Search for "user 26182811". Click on any story. Read for three minutes. You will find that there is an old man in this world who you have never met, who has written down for you the unspoken words in your heart, word by word. Then you will smile and curse - "Why does this old man know everything?" That's right. He just knows everything. Because he is our own author.

275 备 Spare Tire Awakening Movement User 2618281117k WordsCompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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The author can't hide the treasure! These seven stories, each one is more heartbreaking and funny than the last. Wedge: At two o'clock in the morning, someone "installed surveillance" on my mobile phone. This is what happened. At two o'clock in the morning last Thursday, I was lying in bed after working overtime, and habitually opened Tomato Free Novels, looking for a mindless story to help me fall asleep. I scratched the screen again and again with my fingers. Each of the covers was more exquisite than the last, and the introductions were more explosive than the last - "The beginning is the best", "Full text high-energy warning", "Millions of readers stay up late to catch up with updates" - but I couldn't read any of them. It's not that they are bad. I'm too tired. I'm so tired that I don't want to watch anything that requires me to "get into the zone," and I don't want to watch anything that makes me think, "How come other people's lives are so exciting while my life is just about working overtime?" I just wanted to see something real, down-to-earth, and something that made me feel like, "It turns out I'm not the only one in this misery." Then I got an ID - user 26182811. The profile picture is a blurry old photo, as if it was taken with a flip phone. The picture shows an old locust tree. There is a person squatting under the tree. His face cannot be seen clearly, and he can only see a rickety back. There was only one line in the introduction: "A Hakka from Chixi Village, Pengkou Town, Liancheng County, Longyan, Fujian, who calls himself an old naughty boy." My first reaction at the time was - who is this? The second reaction is - why does this introduction look like it was copied stroke by stroke on graph paper with a ballpoint pen? I clicked on his list of works. Good guys, all kinds of things, everything. Folk songs, rural documentaries, workplace fables, time-travel science fiction, emotional short stories... It's like an old farmer in the country whose backyard is filled with flowers and plants that you can't name. Each one grows crookedly, but each one is full of energy, as if holding back a lot of energy to tell you - I don't need you to recognize me, I have the final say whether I look good or not. I clicked on the story at the top of the list. Then I lay in bed for two hours, motionless, not even changing my position. Two hours later, I put down the phone, stared at the ceiling, and said something that even I thought was hypocritical - "Did this old man install surveillance on my phone?" Because those stories were all about me. It was my plan that was killed and picked up again, it was my report that was cut in line three times, it was me that changed from a "core member" to a "support team member", it was every day that I repeatedly jumped between the main business and the side business, it was every moment that I had been working as a "spare tire" in this huge office building for four years but no one had ever taken a serious look at it. Not an exaggeration. Not a metaphor. It's true that every word feels like someone stole my inner thoughts over the past few years, and then wrote them out for me in a way that I can never learn, which is earthy, sharp, and makes me want to cry and laugh at the same time. I scrolled to the comments section and realized I wasn't the only one who felt this way. Some people say, "This author lives too clearly." Some people say, "Every sentence is our voice." Some people say, "You don't need to use your brain to read his book, but you will think about a lot of things after reading it." But the most popular comment was only seven words long and received thousands of likes - "Our own author." His own. Not a "great god", not a "top artist", not a "million-selling author". It's "home". It's the kind of home where when you come home during the Chinese New Year, your mother asks you to borrow a scoop of rice from next door, and when you knock on the door, you shout, "Uncle, it's me." I felt at that time that I must let more people know about this author. Not because of how "awesome" he writes - although he is - but because of how "true" he writes. That's really not a technique, not a technique, not anything that can be learned. It is the unique angle created between the tip of the pen and the paper after a person has been writing on the Eight Immortals Table for thirty years. That perspective cannot be replicated by any professional writer with a bachelor's degree. Because it is not something you practice, it is something you live out. So today, I will tell you seven of Mr. Fu Shuiheng's most worth-seeing stories one by one. It's not a spoiler, it's just "planting grass". I'm telling you—at least one of these seven stories is written specifically for you. Don't believe it? You look down. The first story "Second Choice Campaign" will hook you in one sentence: Your plan was killed. Your proposal has been picked up. Your project became the most successful project in the company's history. What happened? Lin Zhiqiu made a perfect plan. The data was run seven times, the PPT was revised to eleven versions, and even the animation effects on each page were adjusted to what he thought was the perfect rhythm. Then his plan was lost to a PPT copied and pasted from Baidu Encyclopedia - because the other party knelt down and made a knight's salute during the report. You read that right. Knighthood. At the company's proposal review meeting. The beginning of this story is so absurd that you will think you are watching a dark humor movie. But when you follow Lin Zhiqiu into the dusty fire escape, meet the orange cat named "Lao Er", discover the room that has been locked for three years and a stack of yellowed drawings, you will suddenly find that there is an extremely serious question hidden in this absurd story: Why do the best plans often collect dust in the most inconspicuous corners? Why can a plan that clearly has fatal flaws win? Why does the "second choice" always wait for the "first choice" to make a mistake before he can play? Mr. Fu Shuiheng used a story about the "Backup Plan Uprising" to lay out on the table the secret that everyone in the workplace knows but no one is willing to reveal - the difference between winners and losers is not who is stronger, but whose plan can appear in the right place at the right time. Strength is just the ticket, timing is the seat. And the plan that everyone regarded as a "spare tire" became the one with the last laugh after patiently waiting for its own opportunity. Who should read it: People who have been killed, shelved, and denied every plan, but they always feel in their hearts that "my idea is right." The second story "Plan B Uprising" will hook you in one sentence: You are a type A employee, and I am a type B contract employee. Your badge lanyard is gold, mine is blue. You sit in the front row and I stand at the door. Who sets these rules? Why has no one ever questioned it? Zhao Gan's job number is B-107. Type B contract system, benefits are halved, and the promotion path ends at the supervisor level. In the company, this letter means that you are a "spare person" - you can be called on to work at any time, you can be called away at any time, and you can be forgotten at any time. But he had a backup plan that someone had been waiting three years to dig out of the archives. The original author of the plan was an optimized employee, his job number started with B, and his name was Lin Yuanzhou—yes, the person in the first story who made the perfect plan but lost to the knightly ceremony. These two stories are connected, like two grapes strung together by the same vine, one is sour and sweet, and the other is sweet and sour. Zhao Gan did something that everyone thought was "impossible" - he took the plan that had been hidden for three years, "stole" the core data from the company's database at two o'clock in the morning, put an outsourced employee in the core algorithm position, and then wrote an email suggesting changes to the company's rank system, and copied it to the human resources director. He is not rebelling. He was just asking a question - if Plan B is better than Plan A, why can't it work? This story will have you laughing and laughing into sudden silence. Because you will find that you may be that "Type B employee" in your company - not because your ability is B, but because your joining time, your education, the school you graduated from, and a certain sentence you said during the interview determine that you are labeled "B" from the beginning. And this label is like an ill-fitting work clothes, you wear it for several years, until you forget that this clothes should not be worn like this. Who should watch it: Anyone who feels "I deserve to be treated better" but doesn't know where to start. The third story "Alternative Energy Beauty Pageant" will hook you in one sentence: representatives of coal, oil, natural gas, nuclear power, solar energy, wind, and hydropower sit together in a beauty pageant. Who is the best energy source? The answer is surprising. This is not a workplace story. This is a life fable that everyone in the workplace can understand. Coal said: I am the most stable, I am cheap, I am everywhere. Oil said: You are the dirtiest. Natural gas said: I am the second child of a thousand years, but I have survived to this day. Nuclear power says: My safety record is the best among all energy sources, but you only remember Chernobyl and Fukushima. Solar and Wind said: Last year, we accounted for 70% of the world's new installed capacity. Seven energy representatives competed on the same stage for the title of "Best Energy". Everyone has their own strengths, everyone has their own shortcomings, and everyone feels that they should be number one. Then a man in a gray suit whom no one knew walked onto the stage. He said: "I am not here to participate in the beauty pageant. I am here to remind you that this competition is meaningless. Because what the world needs is not one kind of energy, but many kinds of energy. What you need is a system. And the name of that system is not me, not you, not him - it is 'we'." The best part of this story is that Mr. Fu Shuiheng used a fable about the energy pageant to explain the most common "involution" dilemma in the workplace, thoroughly and tenderly. You will find that the same drama is played out every day in your department, your company, and any organization you work in - a group of people are fighting about "who is the most important", but the really important question "how can we become better together" has never been asked. Who should watch it: Everyone who feels tired in the "involution" but doesn't know how to get out of this cycle. The fourth story, "The Storm of Turning Side Business into a Full-time Business" will hook you in one sentence: Your income from your side business is three times that of your main business. Your leader doesn't know. Your colleagues don't know. I don't know about the dying pot of pothos at your work station. But you know – it's time for you to go? Lin Yuanzhou - yes, it's him again, the "optimized" data analyst in the third story - was the most ordinary employee of this company before he started his side job. The monthly salary is 14,000 yuan, which has been increased by 2,000 yuan in four years. The daily job is to use various tools to find patterns in the data, and then write reports to tell the operations team that "the activities you are doing are actually of no use." The operations team doesn't like him, but he doesn't care. What he cares about is the two hours after get off work every day. During those two hours, he was a person named "Teacher Yuanzhou", teaching data analysis in a paid knowledge community. The number of students increased from one to 10,000, and the monthly income from his side job increased from zero to 80,000. The main business has increased by 2,000 yuan in four years, and the side business has increased from zero to 80,000 yuan in one year. This digital comparison was like a basin of ice water poured on his head, and on the heads of every reader who read this story. But he did not resign. It's not that he doesn't dare, it's not that he can't, but he wants to understand one thing - the meaning of side business is not to replace the main business, but to give the main business an additional reason to "not be so humble". When you are not afraid of losing a job, you can really do it well. Because you no longer work to survive, you work to create value. The most heart-wrenching part of this story is not the numbers or comparisons, but what Lin Yuanzhou's leader Zhao Man said after learning about his sideline income - "Your value has exceeded this position. This position can't accommodate you." Then she added - "If your sideline becomes big, remember to come back and hire me." A director who had been in the company for eleven years said to a small employee's sideline, "Remember to come back and hire me." How much envy, how much unwillingness, how much helplessness there is in this sentence "I also want to leave but I can't" can only be understood by every adult who has sat in a cubicle for too long. Who should watch it: Everyone who is repeatedly torn between the stability of the main job and the freedom of the side job and doesn't know how to choose. The fifth story "The Spare Tire Awakening Movement" will hook you in one sentence: You are the "very useful" person. You are the "very reliable" person. You are the person who is "a brick in our department and can be moved wherever it is needed". But you know – you're not the spare tire. On the 173rd day after joining the company, Lin Xiaoxiao discovered that she was a spare tire. Her PPT was cut in line three times. Her name appeared in Tang Rou's email under the heading "Provide Support." Her workstation is covered with other people's sticky notes - "Xiaoxiao helped me order afternoon tea", "Xiaoxiao helped me fill out the reimbursement form", "Xiaoxiao helped me make the PPT". When she was applying lipstick in the mirror in the tea room, she discovered that the woman in the mirror could not remember the last time she did something for herself. Then she did something that no one expected - she posted a post on the company's anonymous forum, posted three photos of post-it notes, and added the sentence: "I am a spare tire, and this is my schedule." The post was viewed tens of thousands of times within a few hours. In the comments, some people posted photos of their sticky notes, some posted screenshots of their schedules, and some said, "Today is my 1095th day in this company. It has been three years. I have done everything for everyone, but no one has done anything for me." This "spare tire awakening movement" did not bring about a revolution. But it brought about a change - every quarter, leaders have one-on-one conversations with each employee. It's not performance appraisal, it's not work report, it's just chatting - "Are you happy? Aren't you happy? What do you want? What don't you want?" The most touching part of this story is not that Lin Xiaoxiao finally said "no", but that after she said "no", she found that the world did not collapse. Those things that I thought "they couldn't do without me" have been done by others. Those who used to feel "embarrassed by rejection" did not feel any better after being rejected. It took her a long time to figure out one thing - the reason why you are a spare tire is not because you are incompetent, but because you are too talkative. And people who are easy to talk to are always a spare tire in this system. Who should watch it: Anyone who has been stuck with the "nice guy" label for too long and wants to say "no" but doesn't know how to say it. The sixth story is a companion piece to "Alternative Energy Beauty Pageant" - "Are Ordinary Second-Class Internet Writers Popular?" It's actually true? "One sentence to hook you: A level 2 contracted author, an old farmer in his sixties, and a self-proclaimed "old naughty boy" have become hot searches because they have no team, no operations, and no traffic packaging. Why? This story is the latest to be written, and it is also the most special one among the seven stories. Because it is not a fable or fiction, it is a true story - the protagonist is Mr. Fu Shuiheng himself who wrote these seven stories. When the hot search came, Fu Shuiheng was in his old house in the mountains of western Fujian, not knowing what was happening outside. Tomato Bookstore, signed author, level 2. In that vast ocean with hundreds of thousands of signed authors, level 2 is only a little higher than "just learned to paddle". There are no fans to support, no female data workers, and no operational promoters. His only "promotion method" was to squat under the old camphor tree at the entrance of the village and say to the air, "I wrote three more chapters today." Then his name appeared on trending searches. Search volume increased more than ten times. Why? Because someone wrote a sentence in the comment area - "Our own author." These seven words are not marketing copy, not a fan support slogan, and not the result of any business planning. It is the most simple and grandest awarding ceremony held by thousands of workers in an extremely simple way for an old man they have never met in an endlessly long subway commute and late-night taxi after working overtime. They are not cultural celebrities or opinion leaders. The last book they read may have been a textbook from their student days. But with click after click, reading over and over, and comments that were vague but heartfelt, they built an altar of words for this old man brick by brick. This story will make you laugh - because Mr. Fu Shuiheng's experience is so absurd. A person who doesn't even know what a "reader portrait" is, actually carved a bloody path in the algorithm era. This story will make you cry - because you will find that the most scarce thing in this era may not be traffic, hits, or hot searches, but the light that a person is still willing to light in order to "get what needs to be done" in a place where no one can see it. This story will make you want to open the free Tomato novel immediately - because you want to see what the author who made hundreds of thousands of people collectively "break their defenses" wrote. Who should watch it: Everyone who still believes in "slower, faster" in this breathtakingly fast era. The seventh story is not included in the hidden paragraph above - "Folk Song of Western Fujian!" My favorite! Wait, isn't it seven stories? Why are only six introduced? Because the seventh one is not a "story", it is a mountain. Mr. Fu Shuiheng spent decades collecting, organizing and composing 6,000 western Fujian folk songs. Six thousand songs. If you memorize one song a day, it will take you sixteen and a half years. If you arrange their handwritten manuscripts, they can be spread from the old camphor tree at the entrance of the village to the guerrilla ruins monument on the top of the mountain. This is not a "book", it is a person's "Book of Songs". A man spends the rest of his life racing against a declining oral literature. Using graph paper and a blue ballpoint pen, he pulled back word by word those words that "the people who farmed the land sang to the sun, the people who were on the road sang to the moon, and those who parted to sing to the back", from the edge of being completely forgotten. This story is the root of all workplace fables. The reason why Mr. Fu Shuiheng was able to write so thoroughly, so truthfully, and so deeply about the things in the office was not because he had ever worked - he had never worked a day. It's because he has been farming all his life. People who farm the land know best what "one grain of millet is planted in spring and ten thousand grains are harvested in autumn." What I know best is "you may not get anything in return if you pay, but you will definitely get nothing if you don't pay". What I know best is "God doesn't see how loud you shout, He sees how deep you bend down." These principles are the same regardless of the scene. So if you only read his workplace fables, you only read half of Fu Shuiheng. The other half is in the six thousand folk songs, under the old camphor tree, and in the back of the old man squatting on the ground and writing down the disappearing sounds one by one with a ballpoint pen. Final Chapter Dear friends, it's time to blow the charge horn for the old gentleman. Okay, all seven stories have been told. If you ask me - which one of the seven is the most beautiful? My answer is: the first one you read is the best. Because everyone's situation is different, the point where they are hit is also different. Some people will get red-eyed because of "Second Choice Campaign" - because his plan has also been rejected. Some people will pat their thighs because of "The Spare Tire Awakening Movement" - because she is the "very useful" person. Some people will remain silent for a long time because of "Hot Searches for Ordinary Second-Level Internet Writers" - because he sees in this old farmer the self who once thought he was "like this for the rest of his life." Seven stories, seven angles, seven knives in the heart. Not deep, but accurate. It's only when you finish reading that you realize that it's been a long time since someone said something to you so seriously. Finally, let's talk about some serious things. The first thing: these stories of Mr. Fu Shuiheng have been launched simultaneously on Tomato Free Novels, Tomato Music, Toutiao Express Edition, Toutiao, Wukong Browser, Danhua, and Changdu Free Novels. In other words, no matter which software you usually use to read books, you can find it. Dear friends, hurry up and search to see it first - when searching, look for "user 26182811". This is the old gentleman's only official account. Don't click the wrong one. The second thing: The last story "Ordinary second-level Internet writer is a hot search?" It's actually true? Has been updated. This story is the "Easter egg" of the previous six workplace fables - it tells the story of how Mr. Fu Shuiheng, who wrote these stories, went from a "strange old man" squatting under an old camphor tree at the entrance of the village to write, to "our own author" on the mobile phone screens of hundreds of thousands of people. After watching the first six and then watching this one, you'll feel like all the absurdities have answers. The third thing: After reading this, dear friends, remember to give our own author, Mr. Fu Shuiheng, "Blow the creative charge". Let him know that there are people waiting to see his next article, his next series. Let him know that the words he wrote on the Eight Immortals table until early morning were not written for himself, but for a group of people who called him "our own authors." The old gentleman said that as long as there are people reading, he will keep writing. He wrote folk songs, fables, science fiction, and everything he felt "should be written down." The fourth thing: Our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng would like to sincerely thank you all for your time. The old gentleman's original words were like this - "Every minute you stay in the story is priceless. Your attention and reading are the blessing of the work and the blessing of the old gentleman." This was too formal, not like his usual tone. I guess he asked the young people in the village to polish it for him. But I understand what he wants to express - in this era when everything moves too fast to take a second look, the fact that someone is willing to spend a few minutes, dozens of minutes, or even a few hours to quietly read a story he wrote is a miracle in itself. And this miracle was what he finally waited for thirty years after writing. So, dear friends, if you have finished reading this article, if you are moved by any of these seven stories, if you also want to be the person who said "our own author" to Mr. Fu Shuiheng - open the free Tomato novel on your mobile phone. Search for "user 26182811". Click on any story. Read for three minutes. You will find that there is an old man in this world who you have never met, who has written down for you the unspoken words in your heart, word by word. Then you will smile and curse - "Why does this old man know everything?" That's right. He just knows everything. Because he is our own author.

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