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I hope that each short fairy tale will tell a truth to children, and it is also dedicated to all souls that have been defined as "incomplete". I hope you can hear the resonance of all things in your own frequency.

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When the morning light in No. 3 Middle School spread through the cracks in the desks, Lin Xiaoman's silhouette bent down to pick up a pencil, and quietly fell into Zhou Yan's sketchbook. The daisies written by the young man always hide details that he dare not look at directly: the fluff of the bear keychain on her school uniform, the shoulder line tilted at fifteen degrees when sharing an umbrella, and even the gold dust falling between the pages of old books in the library, have become footnotes of thirty-seven "coincidences" - he embroidered silver thread daisies next to her report card, and she drew overlapping smiling faces on his foggy windows; Thirty-seven profiles were hidden in the sketched envelopes on the first snowy night, and the colored pencil marks in the fallen leaves hid the code of the heartbeat. Time turns the oil notes in the bicycle shed, the fog-painted daisies on the studio window, and the unopened letters deep in the tree holes into silent love letters. When the missing corner of the graduation album reflected each other's profile, when the ginkgo tube of the graduation project exhibition sealed all the morning light and the first snow, those circuitous brushstrokes on the last page of the sketchbook finally found echoes in each other's eyes - the "L" on the inside of his wrist was the courage to steal a painting at the age of seventeen, and the star path on her keychain was exactly the same as the lines on his pen cap. This is a sketch of youth hidden in the details: the unspoken confession is hidden in the gaps in the class schedule, in the folds and paint stains of the school uniform, but after thirty-seven attempts to speak, the two souls see the never-fading morning light in each other's eyes in the developer of time - the original most touching love has already been written in every profile of the gaze, the temperature of each fingertip, and in the sketchbook, that page is always left blank for each other.

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When "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic" encounters a binary virus, Dunhuang flying apsaras dance with AI robots, and three teenagers use carpenter's rulers, astrolabes, and mechanical books to write the ultimate answer to the inheritance of civilization in the gap between reality and fantasy. Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

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