JJWXC catalogue
Books by 青蔼
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- 5
From the JJWXC books we index, matched on the author's name.
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Fate Flows Like Water: A Qing Palace Story 缘如水--清宫文
Life is like duckweed, gathering and parting without warning. Why long for each other day after day? When the swallows return, may we find each other well. I fear longing may last longer than a dream. Adrift in a sea of people, we go with the flow, each weathering storms and holding on to hope. Don't ask when I'll return. I've gazed until autumn waters run dry. I fear longing may last longer than a dream. I've started a new story, and everyone's welcome to stop by. The first part is about the X
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Deep Current (Yuan Zhe Genfic, Alternate Universe) 深流(袁哲粮食 架空）
This is the result of my month-long obsession with Soldiers. I first posted it on a fan-fiction forum. To be honest, I'm an amateur. The end of life isn't death, but time. From here to there, there's no distance between us, only a few decades. That's what Yuan Lang said. He also said, let's think of ourselves as traveling companions who got separated. We'll meet again at the end of the journey, and the longer we're apart, the greater the joy of our reunion. Theme:
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The Golden Needle: Life and Death Adrift 金针渡世之生死两茫茫
For ten years the living and the dead have been worlds apart. I do not think of you, yet I cannot forget. Your lonely grave lies a thousand miles away; nowhere can I speak of this sorrow. Even if we met again, you would not know me, my face weathered, my hair like frost. Last night, in a dream, I returned to my hometown. By the little window, you were combing your hair. We looked at each other in silence, with only a thousand lines of tears between us. The place where my heart breaks year after
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A Thousand Miles of Home and Country 家国万里
The general's fame shattered after a hundred battles. At the river crossing, he looked back toward the distant homeland, where old friends were gone for good. The Yi River sighed in the cold west wind, while the hall was filled with snow-white robes. The brave man's song of sorrow had not yet ended. Even the birds know such grief; I fear that, rather than weeping clear tears, they cry blood. Who will drink with me beneath the bright moon? I grieve for the friends I once had, so scattered now. H
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Falling Flowers in a Dream 梦里花落
If there really is another life, I want to become a reef, a fish, or a drop of seawater, and go deep into the ocean to see what is so captivating about the place you dream of, that it not only claimed your heart but took your life as well. Enough. We've spent half our lives entangled with each other, and we're both selfish people. At the very least, you should be a materialist. If there is another life, if it really exists, I want a completely different life, not the same people and the same thi
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