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Fireworks Fragments
The person I love is named Yu Nianxi. From the age of twelve to fifteen, every day I looked out the window and he was standing in the shadow of the pine trees waiting for me to go to school. He was wearing a dark blue sweater and white Converse shoes, with a white iPod headphone cord hanging from his chest. His left foot was tapping time, and I could almost hear the sound of pine needles crushing. He is as brilliant as fireworks and as short-lived as fireworks. Throughout my life, I have failed,
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Autumn of Yingluo One year when it was snowing heavily, I went to a garden early in the morning and there were no people around. The white snow covers the bamboos, clear and white, the sky is overcast, and the snow is still falling. I looked up and saw that the snow looked black in the air. You say, is there really anything in the world that is absolute? Such as black and white. *Qiu Yingluo×Jiang Pengjiu *Short story/be *This article has been included in the physical short story collection "Micro Flame", which 38Favorites1.7kClicks/ch—Nutrition
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Flower Tide Those dreams were so vivid that I could even smell the soft smell of lavender in my mother's bedroom, the smell of powder coming out of the dresser box, and the smell of dust floating in the air when I walked around. The dreams are not completely similar. Sometimes when I walk down the stairs, I can hear music somewhere in the house, playing "Waltz of the Flowers" intermittently and repeatedly. Each time, before I can find the source of the sound, the music stops abruptly. *Both sides of the ri 11Favorites18Clicks/ch12Nutrition