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With the dream of becoming a writer, I want to write some wonderful stories.

(An autobiographical novel based on the real-life experience of a college youth in 2025) Woohoo... What should I pray for? Woohoo... What is my wish? She cried for a while, then squatted on the ground, staring at the grass in front of her with melancholy eyes. She stretched out her hand to touch the grass. Suddenly, an answer hit her heart instantly. "God, I pray, my small and humble wish is - Let's make the world a little cuter! " She made this wish. He was walking on the streets in late autumn. The continuous cooling in the recent period seemed to have revealed the arrival of cold. The sky at eight o'clock at night was not dark, but had a slight flush of red. Like blood, like a girl's blush, which one you choose will determine the kind of world you choose. If it is blood, where does the blood come from? If it's blush, where is that girl? Many years later, he couldn't explain why, he started running, and he started looking for the moon. He didn't find the moon in this part of the sky, so he thought the moon should be on the other side of the building, so he ran around the building. He couldn't tell clearly what kind of mysterious force was driving his heart at that time. In short, he was extremely devoted and happily running to find his moon, just because he wanted to shoot the moon. Hugh - he fired, and the bullet hit the non-existent moon in the sky.