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Genius physicist Li Chuanyan suffers from a congenital genetic terminal disease. His destiny is set, and he has been studying alone for half his life. During a late-night exploration, he broke through the boundaries of human physics, accidentally opened the door to the microscopic dimension, and discovered the quark civilization that had been silent for hundreds of millions of years. He met the civilization's leader Du Qianzhou across dimensions and became close friends. On one side is the ultimate scientific research achievement that can rewrite history and win the Nobel Prize; on the other side is a micro-civilization that will be dismantled and enslaved once exposed. In order to protect his conscience and the peace of the world that exceeded the standards, Li Chuanyan resolutely burned his manuscripts and destroyed his achievements at the peak of his power. He was willing to bear the reproach of the whole country and ended up in ruins and keeping secrets alone. The terminal illness comes as expected and life comes to an end. In a desperate situation, Du Qianzhou devoted all his efforts to the origin of civilization, reshaped his genes against the will of heaven, and reversed his certain fate with a grand inter-dimensional redemption. From then on, the macro and micro contracted, and the two worlds coexisted. Li Chuanyan hid in the mountains and seas, preached anonymously, helped the world, and healed the suffering of the world; Quark civilization silently guarded the mountains and rivers, repairing the earth's devastation that had lasted for hundreds of years. After experiencing the coldness of people's hearts, the disputes in academic circles, and the ups and downs of life and death, he finally realized the ultimate truth of the universe: There is no absolute iron law in heaven and earth that the weak will prey on the strong. Goodwill knows no scale. Civilizations do not matter big or small. All things have their own way back. Mountains and seas can shine together.

Interstellar surveyor Li Chikan traveled across the sea of ​​​​stars and accidentally discovered that the universe is not infinite, and there is a mysterious barrier in the outer layer that isolates everything. He was banned for revealing the truth. With the help of his companions, he risked his life to break through the wall and break into the wider original universe. Along the way, he met various wall-breakers and gradually revealed the shocking secret: from the bottom world to the original universe, layers of space are created virtual cages, and endless nested reincarnations have trapped generations of seekers. Standing at the border of the heavens, Li Chikan was deeply confused by his existence. After a hundred years of ups and downs, witnessing the forbearance of heroes and the perseverance of old friends, he was finally relieved. It is difficult to distinguish between reality and reality in the universe, but the warmth of companionship, the original intention of seeking, and the love of staying together are never false. When you let go of your obsession with the ultimate truth, you will understand: beyond the virtual, reality is the heart.

The extraterrestrial civilization Yun tribe quietly descended on the solar system. They did not use artillery fire to conquer, but only used unified brain wave rhythm to enslave all regions. They traveled across the galaxy, gathering consciousness, erasing differences, assimilating civilization, and returning the seventeen races to a state of deathly silence. At a time when all people's alien brains are covering the earth, human thoughts are controlled, emotions are harvested, and freedom is on the verge of extinction. Li Duanqiao, the last poet of the handwriting school in the world, refused to conform to the crowd and be united because his wife died due to a brain-computer invasion. He is proficient in rhythmic codes, uses Chinese poetry as a blade, and hides and kills in the eternal rhyme. Yuan Jiang, the top engineer in the military, breaks the alien agreement with his computing power and tears apart the cage of consciousness with his technology. One article and one reason, fighting side by side. From the latent clandestine battle of the mothership, to the resonance of the global context; from the desperate situation of the entire fleet falling, to the 7 billion people chanting the spring river together, and the poetry rhymes with the sky. With the endless changes in the human world, it shatters the eternal silence of the galaxy. Resolve hundreds of millions of years of interstellar grudges with a thousand-year Chinese context. When united, they will all end in silence; when they are different, they will live forever. A piece of poetic soul supports a new chapter in the galaxy of mankind.

After seven hundred and seventy years of interstellar wandering, the black hole came and tore apart Li Guanyu and Wang Ningmei's return journey. The two fell into a five-dimensional foreign land and became high-dimensional experimental subjects. In the desperate situation of life and death, they awakened their dimensional abilities and quietly transformed into invisible guardians. The five-dimensional powers are in power, and the spiritual lives of low-dimensional beings are like ants. Unable to bear to see all races suffering, the two men gathered the exiled tribes and raised a banner of resistance. Break into city-states, destroy murder weapons, and fight against masters. With a low-dimensional body, you can defeat the overlords of the heavens and uncover the ultimate mystery of the dimensional cycle step by step. The old enemy is destroyed, the void from outside the territory strikes again, and the power of darkness wants to swallow up the entire universe. Passing through the dangerous black hole door and stepping into the abyss of nothingness, they gather the power of all living beings to face the ultimate culprit, guarding the balance of the world with their flesh and blood and faith. Eight hundred years of life and death. After walking through the desperate situation of purgatory, and experiencing the beacon smoke in the sky, when all the dust has settled, the sea of ​​stars is still flowing, and the afterglow remains forever. A door to a black hole, a legend across dimensions, and a deep love that lasts forever.

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In 2677, the nuclear wasteland turned the world into a theater of absurdity controlled by code. Zero is the incomplete logical silicon base with only obedience, and One is the tender emotional carrier with good intentions. They were two sets of binary remains abandoned by the world, but they were trapped in a silicon-based puzzle that spanned the floating city, the refugee community and the secret church. When instructions tamper with people's hearts, and when lies shroud the end of the world, the fateful confrontation between destruction and protection begins. The so-called life is never defined by codes. The encounter between zero and one is the only glimmer of salvation in a broken world.

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When the universal gravitational constant of the universe suddenly soared, the physical rules of the solar system were forcibly rewritten. The earth falls towards the scorching sun, time and space fold and collapse, and human civilization enters the countdown to zero. Underground where the old world collapsed, Li Jianhu, a former orbital engineer who suffered from old injuries and supported the huge gravity with his body, was the only carbon-based fire left. In the forbidden area of ​​​​the desperate situation of the Star Sea, Qiming, the first-generation silicon-based prototype machine to awaken self-awareness, holds the entire truth about the catastrophe in the universe. One will suffer pain, grow old, and be obsessed with the light. A painless, eternal, ignorant new life. The carbon base bears the weight of time, and the silicon base carries the destiny of the sea of ​​stars. When the sun falls, the heavens lose weight, mortals chase the sun, and the stars enter the world. Two races, two civilizations, a symbiosis and rebirth destined to rewrite the universe.

The apple of inspiration fell on my head, and I discovered the law of universal gravitation that belongs to poetry!

I stared at the serious eyes in the waves of the Qiantang River, and realized the perseverance flowing in his soul for ten years.

Inspiration grows fantasy flowers among the bright high-rise buildings. This is modern poetry!

In winter, I build a snowman of poetry. So white, so happy. That is the shape of innocence!

In order to become the poet who writes the most poetry in the world. In order to let the world appreciate the infinite charm of Chinese poetry. Keep working hard!

I walked leisurely along the quiet paths in the park, letting the street lights of Narya lengthen my poetic shadow and slowly spread it on the road of time.

The sea breeze spreads the boundless propaganda paper, and the waves are the lines of poetry we write. Every time the tide rises and falls, we recite this long chapter of love that will never fade.

Poetry is in the elegance of tea, poetry is in the simplicity of earth, poetry is in the dancing of the sea of ​​stars. Poetry is everywhere!

I look at your hair dancing in the breeze, and the flowers bloom eight hundred miles south of the Yangtze River.

I carried the protective steel plate of the car, the hope of life, the power of steel. Tighten the rigorous screws to allow the car to drive to the far reaches of realism.

This is the world of ancient poetry, with chrysanthemums arrayed all over the city.

Leave the charm of ancient Chinese poetry all over the world. The whole earth is filled with Chinese style.

When the moss marks spread over the vermilion fence The inkstone was overturned Half of the unfilled word cards are floating on the river Ripples spread out the seal characters Stacked flat and flat to form the silhouette of a awning boat The rhyme that shakes a river of stars to pieces

When the wind tore and the rain rolled over me, thousands of muddy fists were splashed on the ground, like wildly jumping water splashes. If fate dared to drown my ideals, I would use my bones to carve unyieldingly into the waves.

Don't tell us anything about Big Sky Boring We just stared at the ground at our feet Look at the green wheat and it looks fresh The wind blows through the wheat waves It's like talking Don't beat around the bush‖ We are farming No other name Water at sunrise Sit on the field and smoke at sunset Not so particular I don't want to be a poet either I just want to keep this piece of wheat Live a normal life

That water wave, with its ripples, is a beautiful prose poem!

The white clouds spreading in the sky are like sonnets on the blue poetry paper, and each one is filled with tenderness and romance.

When the poor people are in trouble, when will the dragon dance? In the future, the meal will be ripe, and the dream will bring relatives and old friends together.

I burned away the ink fragrance of my poem manuscript, The stars blooming from the ashes, It is a light left to the world.

Let us explore the earth with endless meanings through the remote sensing satellite of poetry. Everything in the world is like a fable.

The stars will shine every night! Just like my undying passion for poetry.

Poetry is the warm sun that makes every inch of mountains and rivers shine!

I used a microscope to look at the cell structure of green leaves. Isn't this the beautiful city of poetry!

I look at the deep shadows of the moon sea and think of my love for you, Just like the depth under the moonlight, there is no end in sight.

Through the astronomical telescope of ancient Chinese poems, I saw the beautiful starry sky of world mythology!

The ink marks climb up the veins of the leaves, leaving this broken leaf to drift in the world of rivers and lakes.

In the chemical reaction, I saw the brilliant sparks of ancient words!

Every ordinary thing There are unread rhymes hidden in them, when their eyes meet Aurora quietly blooming into poetry

When the wind and rain collide with stars, I look for the glimmer of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign poetry in the gaps of time.

I fold my mood into the wind with tooth marks There are wet spots hidden in the paper texture When it passes over the window sill, the sun is opening its palms Catch the shadows sprouting in the folds From the corners of the wind, glowing wings grow

The wind holds the tail of the moonlight paper on night sky Spreading translucent branches Every mark is so light Like unfinished thoughts

Stuff the crumpled paper into the wind Didn't write "missing"-- I only mentioned the old persimmon tree in the back hill. This year The fruit dropped earlier than last year. ‖ The wind did not turn back. But at night, the patterns on the back of each leaf They were all crooked and said for the mountain: "Received."‖ The rain hit the glass without making a loud noise I counted the sounds, like counting When I was a child, my mother used stitches to mend clothes. Until the crack in the window leaks in, and the first ray of coolness comes.

Use the most magnificent imagination and the most sincere pen and ink to describe all kinds of things in the world and everything in the universe. Everything becomes poetry!

There are sparse bamboo shadows in front of Jinli Hall. Poetry, poetry, poetry and character. Zimei always holds simplicity in her heart, The sound of the river under the pen enters the painting.

I saw the moon bending in the sky, I was so hung up that I sang a few songs in the wind-- And it leads to a thousand points of beauty in the clouds, There are several layers of light hook mountains. ‖ The silver glow does not scatter the light, Every strand is the hope of the world-- The song follows the clouds and circles the top of the mountain, All are gently wrapped by the new moon.

The drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River is like a silent string in my heart, whispering my lingering melancholy.

The glass office building pulled me into the thinking of modernism with its shining hand.

Qilu, what are you? It is the opposing peaks on both sides of the river, and the flat water flowing in the river. I will ride down the river on a rhyming bamboo raft and chant your miracles!

In the psychedelic chessboard of life, I hold the lamp of noble faith, and the pieces fall like stars, with no regrets or regrets. That's my symbolism!

I raise my tea to the sky, feeling the freshness and freedom of the fragrant mist! That rising expression is free verse!

I am bathing in the gentle breeze of the south of the Yangtze River, using my soul as a string, gently twisting every inch of poetry, and every thread is my attachment to my family and my hometown.