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Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter
Short Fiction春夏秋和冬
Favorite Jasmine
Everyone should write a book, maybe for themselves or others. The books you read to yourself may be youthful memories written when you were a child, while the books you read to others may be your proud works or masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. But these will undoubtedly bring you a sense of pride and spiritual satisfaction. Maybe many years from now I will be very emotional when I see what I have written now.
Everyone should write a book, maybe for themselves or others. The books you read to yourself may be youthful memories written when you were a child, while the books you read to others may be your proud works or masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. But these will undoubtedly bring you a sense of pride and spiritual satisfaction. Maybe many years from now I will be very emotional when I see what I have written now.

Thoughts in This Life
Young Adult此生念
Favorite Jasmine
Liu Song, a single-parent child who lost his mother, stayed at Uncle Zhao's house. This place brought Liu Song a different kind of warmth, and everything was so beautiful. It's my uncle's daughter who is really a headache!
Liu Song, a single-parent child who lost his mother, stayed at Uncle Zhao's house. This place brought Liu Song a different kind of warmth, and everything was so beautiful. It's my uncle's daughter who is really a headache!

Xinjiang People's Old Stories
Slice of Life疆人旧事
Favorite Jasmine
I once went to a temple. There was a young man about my age in the temple. I saw that he had fair skin, a handsome face, and a tall and tall figure. He was very handsome. There were many pilgrims coming and going in the temple, and other young monks couldn't help but look at him curiously. He was the only one who was concentrating on sweeping the floor, but his eyes were dull, as if he was tired of looking at the world. There was a touch of sadness in the deepness, so I curiously asked him why he became a monk. Unexpectedly, I heard him tell a strange, twists and turns and reasonable sad story...
I once went to a temple. There was a young man about my age in the temple. I saw that he had fair skin, a handsome face, and a tall and tall figure. He was very handsome. There were many pilgrims coming and going in the temple, and other young monks couldn't help but look at him curiously. He was the only one who was concentrating on sweeping the floor, but his eyes were dull, as if he was tired of looking at the world. There was a touch of sadness in the deepness, so I curiously asked him why he became a monk. Unexpectedly, I heard him tell a strange, twists and turns and reasonable sad story...