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The Soil of Mobei This is a very short story that took place in 1950. You should not speculate on its authenticity. If you see it, then such a story exists. What I want to tell you is that a man who only understands Chinese wanders to Tibet and meets a girl who only speaks the Tibetan language, that's all. Friends who are interested in literature must want to know where this creative background comes from or whether it is worth reading? Okay, please stop thinking about it. This is just what I typed word by word o 8Favorites897Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Xia Shang Liangliang Since when did we all forget that mountain, those fireworks, and that peach tree on the ridge of the peach blossom field? We all have no time to look back, those joys have long since passed. Conception: 3Favorites330Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Those Little Moments When I was in middle school, I remember someone telling me that you are still so young, but you look like you have gone through many vicissitudes of life. I said maybe I'm old. In fact, about writing, it is life, youth, helplessness, plainness... I started writing many stories in that era called youth. Writing with a pen is very tiring, but if I like it, I like it. In fact, you don't know, just like I am giving myself space to comment on a journal, I am not calm when writing these, just like the 3Favorites390Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Reed Marsh I saw Lu Yang, she was floating on the lake, holding a paddle in her hand and shaking it, the lake swayed away. This is such a deep patch of reeds! —Favorites—Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Night Wind There was Yue Yangfan in Fengcheng at that time, and the long wind from the hills blew over his head and brushed his clothes. The flying look was like an angel dancing. I often think of the fireflies that were scattered in the night sky in Fengcheng during the long nights. Yue Yangfan's hair was scattered on his face. He pointed at the night sky and said, "Jingshu, look!" During the long nights, I leaned on his shoulders like this, blowing the long night wind on the top of the peak. —Favorites339Clicks/ch—Nutrition