The depth under the vast starry sky tightly attracts thoughts, and the result of daydream is the painful journey of the soul. When I am exhausted, please don't give me coffee. Just sit quietly under the stars and let me cry silently.
Who says tears must be bitter? It washes away the sadness and has begun to welcome the dawn.
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During a graduation trip on the grassland, Mengyou was "lucky" to be hit by a meteor; as she wandered the grassland in her soul, she was guided by a mysterious "similar" and began a life that was destined to be uneasy for her:
——Why does God shout "cut" every time I get emotional?
——Why is it that every time I find a lover, it's not the right one?
——Why do Taoist priests always say strange things?
——Why do my feelings never blossom?
——How could you get involved in all that complexity?
Wake up, laugh, cry, get tired, sleep... In the end, what is left to her in life is a dream, the wind, or the ever-changing clouds!
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This story is purely fictional. Any similarity is purely coincidental.
Many people have asked: Why do you still write about the Qing Dynasty when there are so many Qing Dynasty articles? Is it not vulgar?
I want to say: I wrote this article neither to follow trends nor to sensationalize. Just to give me peace of mind and to satisfy the slightest concern in my heart. The purpose is to complete a novel of my own and build a world of my own.
I am an unscrupulous author who likes to fill in holes slowly to satisfy my personal preferences, so read with caution.