Unserious copywriting:
Chen Zhuheng is a sophomore in the news agency
Because I had to complete the assigned homework, I went to a certain mental hospital to visit and interview. After a series of interviews, I encountered many times of mental torture because I knew too much about the history behind it.
Finally, after having his glass knocked out of his drinking water, his lunch box knocked out of his lunch box, being robbed and taken to the police station for no apparent reason while walking, etc., He could no longer bear it.
Chen Zhuheng: Okay, you are awesome, you are powerful, if you catch me, don't force me to do it. (??ω?)? Hey
He began to learn more about this story. After continuous interviews and understanding of the survivors, he was moved by their spirit and stories. He began to write news and articles in an effort to speak out for those who spoke out.
Chen Zhuheng: Hahaha, you didn't expect it, I'm back again, I came with the manuscript, yeah yeah (⊙?⊙)
Serious copywriting:
I am considered a "qualified" reporter! This yellowed notebook records so many stories. The dim light is scattered in front of the window. My heart trembles and I can't help but think of many past events. This notebook is the beginning of my story.
The flames roared past, accompanied by countless roars, and rushed towards the so-called wealthy area.
Countless people rushed forward. Among these people, some may be parents of children, some may be husbands of certain wives, and some may be teenagers and children.
This war may have failed, but it laid a great foundation for the future.
"Aren't you afraid of going to hell if you start a war like this?" Said a priest wearing a gold silk robe.
"What you do every day has no comparison with this. We are doing it for ourselves and to survive."
If you should go to hell just to survive and resist, then what is the difference between this world and purgatory?
Perhaps, it's just that the sin lies in the present and the merit lies in the future.
Chen Zhuheng looked out the window and thought about the passion he once had when he was young and only wanted truth. He looked at the new generation who wrote on the yellowed notebook:
As I get older, I may forget what it was like when I was young, but I always remember the interview that summer, the turning point in my life, and it was here that changed my life.
Well! I never expected that I would be the one staying in this library in the end... The noise in Wutong Lane and the cool evening breeze brought me back from my memory.
I wonder how many past events, how many people's youth, and how many young people's passion are recorded in that yellowed notebook? It never ends, and its continuation is now and in the future.
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Since this article is a cool article, some of the logic is not smooth, so you are welcome to point out any shortcomings and illogical aspects in the comment area. Also, the author may not have a high emotional intelligence, and sometimes his words are too easy to listen to. I hope you can understand more (*/?＼)
Also, due to life problems, updates may be interrupted frequently, so it is recommended to gain weight (?￣▽￣)?
Also, the protagonist may not have a CP, but there is a sub-CP. As for the sub-CP, he or be, it is currently tentatively decided⊙ω⊙
The author seems to remember calling out Tintin or something in another? Well, I published this article, but then I never wrote it due to academic problems. Then the author came back after three years. I am very grateful to the six people who collected it at the beginning. Thank you very much. Then the author opened a new account and continued writing. I'd better try to finish it before the age of 25, hahaha (●°u° ●)??" After all, I am really busy, running around, and sometimes the computer may not be able to bring the mobile phone, and may not be able to log in, which is very miserable. But I am still very grateful to those six people. I hope those six people can see it. Thank you very much. It would be better if you could send me a private message?(????)?
Purpose: Strive for a better future