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The air that morning could be considered fresh, because after a night of heavy rain, the dust had already fallen to the ground. Even the aftertaste of animal excrement in the grass on weekdays no longer lingered from time to time. Flowers and trees everywhere appeared bright and orderly. The sun was shining, and old men and women who got up early were pulling their pets. Cats, dogs, and grandchildren were wandering along the riddled paths, or standing together in twos and threes chatting. The topics covered a wide range of topics, ranging from international politics to people's lives. It fully demonstrated the high cultural quality of the people in the most beautiful area.

I don't remember how it started. Anyway, there were many beautiful girls at that time, and Ziyi was the most ordinary one among them. She was beautiful, gentle, noble, refined, and smart. These words that were inherent in my mind were not like hers. I don't remember why I fell in love with her, or that I never liked her. Because I was only fifteen years old at the time, I was too young and had no idea what I was doing. But one thing is for sure, she used to like me. Maybe this is enough, because no matter who two people like whom, there will be stories happening.

After I turned twenty-five, my marriage problem became the main conflict in my family. Whenever relatives and friends got together, they would ask about it directly or indirectly. I just thought it was because they cared about me, I sometimes thought. My father and mother were even more anxious than I was. Whenever they had the opportunity to bring up this topic with my third uncle, second aunt, seventh aunt, and sixth aunt, they would always add at the end: "You think there is a suitable one to introduce to our children. Please take the trouble." Their humble demeanor and low-key tone seemed like their family had the misfortune of raising a silly girl who couldn't get married.

The story I want to tell is about a friend of mine, who is a soul with strong emotions, kindness, and talent. I don't say he is a person but a soul because I love him very much. This kind of love is separated from the worldly body, the outside, and the gender. Because I love a soul, this kind of feeling is not the ordinary secular love, but the strong feeling between souls of the same kind.

The academic meeting had just ended, and bursts of green smoke floated out from the open door of the conference room toward the corridor, like a white-bone spirit that had just transformed and evacuated. It was mixed with complex smells, which could be roughly distinguished as the smell of high-quality or low-quality cigarettes, women's perfume, shampoo, and an indescribable aftertaste in the mouth.

I haven't seen him for almost ten years, and I am now the mother of a nine-year-old boy, but I know that I belong to him, just as he also belongs to me. Although we cannot have each other physically forever, I know all this, all this between us, this is love.

After going to college, I realized that I was an adult. Looking back, I thought that the ignorant and confused person should no longer be a child. Moreover, my parents' hair has turned gray, and what lies ahead is the living real world, so I order myself to muster up the courage to face the world instead of escaping from it.

Life is fleeting, so I write this article to record your thirty-year-old, my forty-year-old, and our unexpected encounters in that bright summer... An ordinary woman's life is ordinary and mediocre, but how many people can truly feel her characteristics, appreciate her, value her, and even fall in love with her wholeheartedly. But there is no doubt that this has happened to an ordinary woman like you. You are not the dazzling, smart and beautiful Scarlett, but the gentle, kind and tender Melanie, which is exactly what makes people intoxicated... This article may not be passed down to the world, but it can truly defeat time. When the beauty turns gray, you can take out the memories, the beautiful years of youth, the past that was once beautiful, rushed, hazy, depressed, rejected, and even hurt. Only at that moment will you be relieved that the person who was once crazy about you actually loved you so deeply, regardless of his age, gender, or occupation. His love is so real, obsessed, pure, and inextricable, whether you accept him or not, but these have all really happened. This may be enough for a life, whether it is loving or being loved. I would like to bury any feelings we had that summer with this article.

Tingting and Fang Pu were introduced to each other. Before that, Tingting had just broken up with a doctoral student who was five years older than her. This doctoral student had an average appearance but a skinny figure. He looked like a nerd who had lost his youthful vitality. Apart from that, In addition, Tingting dislikes the straightforward statements made by doctoral students to show their worth, and the conversations about houses, mobile phones, and signing contracts with the Commercial Press. These are nothing more than showing that I am knowledgeable, have a good status, and have a small status in society. After listening to these conversations, Tingting said lightly: "You are a person who doesn't know how to live." Then she turned and left. She could imagine the doctoral student standing there dumbly. The doctoral student might have always thought that Tingting was just a little girl with no depth, a powerful urban methanol (pretend to be pure).

I can't remember those coherent girls. I can only remember some fragmented memories based on more or less fleeting passion. But memories are not only sweet, but also bitter, and that is why they are unforgettable.

When I was young, I liked to write old-style poems and lyrics. I often expressed the emotion of a young man who doesn't know what it's like to be sad. As he grew older, he got to know people and affairs for the first time. He wrote a lot of poems and also wrote poems in new styles. At the age of forty-three, I experienced the ups and downs of life and felt helpless. The poetry of the past suddenly broke out. Traveling to various places, some are moved by the wind or destroyed by clouds, and poetry suddenly flows out like a torrential river. So this collection was made and recorded.

Farmer Xu Fulu went through several career changes. In order to change his life, he finally chose the taxi industry. Being unfamiliar with the city and this profession, he began to encounter various things, such as the temptation of prostitutes, robberies by thieves, making new friends, etc. His outlook on life was also constantly changing. The novel also wrote the stories of two other taxi drivers, reflecting the real life conditions of farmers at the lowest level. It is a rare work that reflects the life of modern taxi drivers.

Married woman Song Jiayin met single man Jing Musen, and both of them developed a crush on each other. Song Jiayin thought Jing Musen was strange when she saw him with another girl. After Jingmusen broke up with the girl and fell into pain alone, Song Jiayin and Jingmusen developed a crush on Jingmusen. At this time, Song Jiayin's husband also realized that something was wrong with his wife. Jing Musen fell in love with Song Jiayin, and Song Jiayin also liked Jing Musen, but the world decided that their relationship would not be fruitful, and Song's husband interfered in the matter, which caused a strong shock to the family. Song Jiayin decided to leave Jing Musen and stop this unhappy relationship, but Jing Musen could no longer accept this blow. Song Jiayin left Jingmusen, and Jingmusen was heartbroken, and finally left when Song Jiayin was pregnant.

I am the Holy Prophet, twenty-five years old. My friends say that my emotional intelligence is very low, but they are right. I have never been in love, and I have never really loved a girl. The women I have been in contact with are either mothers or sisters. Even if there are female classmates who associate with me, they treat me as their book or dictionary, look up information, ask questions, and then throw it aside, forget it completely, and only think of it the next time they use it. My study and life were probably like this, until I successfully joined the workforce and reached the age of marriage...

This collection of essays contains articles from the past two years, mostly published on Toutiao and WeChat official accounts. The content includes introduction to poetry, life reflections, film reviews, biographies of historical figures, etc. There is no detailed classification, just mixed together casually, probably arranged in the order of writing time. This is also good. By reading these articles, you can understand what the author has been doing in the past two years. The writing is very random, and it is possible to find one or two pearls in the mud. As a science student, I feel that life itself is very random and there is no need to edit it into categories. That way when reading the article, you will have the feeling of visiting Fengtai World Park. As soon as you enter the door, you can see the Greek statues. When you walk in, you can see the Egyptian pyramids. When you look back, wow, there is the French Arc de Triomphe at your feet. It is easy to be surprised.

Leng Xiao, a successful man in a book company, unexpectedly met Yu Mengyao, a woman who resembled his first love Li Yi, in the nursery and developed a crush on her. Then his first love Li Yi asked Leng Xiao to chat and talk because of family problems. Leng Xiao could not forget his old love for Li Yi but was rejected, so he had a relationship with Yu Mengyao. Yu Mengyao's husband ignored his wife's feelings because he was busy working as a programmer, making Yu Mengyao very empty, so both parties regarded each other as imaginary characters. Li Yi met a boy who was five years younger than her while drinking alone in a bar and was pursued. Faced with the boy's sincerity, Li Yi was at a loss. At this time, Li Yi's husband saw Li Yi dating a boy and suddenly realized that he was still in love with his wife. Leng Xiao's wife Feng Lihua also found out from the computer chat messages that her husband had an affair with an old lover, so she was very angry and wanted to divorce Leng Xiao. They made a fuss in the company, and the company's business plummeted. At this time, the two people discovered that the company could not operate without anyone. Moreover, their son Leng Bing was also seriously affected. These adults felt tired and cruel in the face of reality, and understood that no one should do whatever they want, let themselves go, and should have a sense of responsibility. Li Yi's husband planned to get back together with his wife. At this time, Li Yi was exhausted. She felt that love is chasing each other. The person you love does not love you, and the person you do not love loves you. The fire of love in her heart has been extinguished.

This collection of essays contains articles from the past two years, mostly published on Toutiao and WeChat official accounts. The content includes introduction to poetry, life reflections, film reviews, biographies of historical figures, etc. There is no detailed classification, just mixed together casually, probably arranged in the order of writing time. This is also good. By reading these articles, you can understand what the author has been doing in the past two years. The writing is very random, and it is possible to find one or two pearls in the mud. As a science student, I feel that life itself has a strong randomness, and there is no need to edit it into categories. That way, when reading the article, you will have the feeling of visiting Fengtai World Park. As soon as you enter the door, you can see the Greek statues, and when you walk in, you can see the Egyptian pyramids. When you look back, wow, there is the French Arc de Triomphe at your feet. It is easy to be surprised...

Late autumn has passed, and it has become gray outside the window. There is no such rich color, nor that sense of prosperity. This big sycamore tree has begun to shed all its leaves, waving its branches arrogantly in the west wind, as if it wants to seize the splendor of midsummer and even restore its green uniform. Maybe I don't care at all, I just pretend to be sorry like some of us, but in fact I don't care at all about the passing of time.

"Call me when you settle down." Yu Jing looked at me with concentration. "Okay." I smiled, chewing a small piece of chicken with difficulty. Yu Jing held a cup of hot coffee and sipped it in small sips. Her movements were graceful and her manners elegant. I looked at her with appreciative eyes. People were coming and going around me, and melodious and clear piano music was playing in the hall. We are in a KFC fast food restaurant.

A middle-aged lady, Yun Zhijian, happened to meet an exquisite little man on an autumn afternoon. This little man claimed to come from her Tanzhong point and was named Rige. After that, Rige came to live in Yun Zhijian's house. After that, a series of joys and sorrows happened...

I've been wanting to write something lately, but I can't find a suitable narrative method. I haven't thought of it until now, so I wrote something similar to a preface. I used to think that writing a preface was a bit fluffy, boring, or just pretentious. It doesn't matter now, just feel the need.

Su Xiaohun was sitting in the office with a serious look on her face, smoking a cigarette. There was still half a cup of unfinished tea in the teacup, and a little steam was coming out from the open mouth of the cup. It is spring outside the window, and the peach trees have just bloomed with pink flowers, dotted in twos and threes on the branches painted in black ink, looking fresh and natural. The weeping willow shaped like an old man has already sprouted, and its slender branches are intertwined, colliding, and blown in the breeze. From a distance, it looks hazy like smoke, giving it a unique charm.

Simply and calmly walking through the crowds of people leading to the subway station, constantly touching his body with the strange men and women around him, the 24-year-old master's student at the University of Beijing Science and Technology felt the bustle and bustle of the city. He liked the feeling of walking among the crowd very much, like a free fish. One stream of people in front of him would be followed by another, and the pace seemed to never stop. He liked to walk alone like this, casually carrying a denim bag on his shoulder, with his poems in the bag. He usually has a deep look in his eyes and is unsmiling. The surroundings can be lively or noisy, but this does not hinder his inner peace. Sometimes among the crowds of people, he will suddenly feel a kind of loneliness, a kind of loneliness that lacks a sense of belonging. Suddenly, like a door, it opens in his heart, and a lonely stream flows out, and then changes like festival fireworks, Then it suddenly disappears. This feeling destroys his mood like a virus, and will shatter his confidence, joy, normalcy, and pride. However, he cannot eliminate this feeling. Sometimes he even relies on this feeling. He thinks this is either the ultimate of life, or the state after death.

There was something about Yi Dan that captured my spirit, like a strange charm with natural magic, restraining me and enveloping me. In front of her, I can only feel a naked prototype. Needless to say, she knows the meaning of every expression, look, and movement. In front of her, I hope for language, but my language has lost its inherent meaning and has become primitive, slow, and monotonous, leaving only a little rudimentary sound.

It is midsummer, and the office yard is lush with flowers and trees. The grass seeds that Zhou Zhe planted in spring have already broken through the ground and sprouted, growing into a small patch of green grass. The breeze blows, exuding a refreshing fragrance. This kind of grass is called mint, and it is Zhou Zhe's favorite plant. After a hot summer, it has grown to waist height, with small purple and white flowers slightly blooming on the top, and the cool fragrance comes from there.