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All the pain, fear, short-term happiness and ultimate disillusionment he experienced were, from a macro perspective, just fleeting data points on the interface, an insignificant line of record in the system operation log. What he fights against, what he cherishes, what he thinks about time travel, truth, reincarnation... Are all just a variable that has already been set for all possibilities in this unimaginably huge system, for some unknown purpose, in the ongoing cold data exercises. The real horror does not lie in cruel trials or false happiness, but in this absolute, indifferent, turning all life experiences into cold data...

In the late autumn of the 23rd year of Yong'an, the chill penetrated the capital. The black iron token of Xiao Che, the prince of Jing'an, was stained with the blood of the court battle for the first time. From issuing a prison sentence to twist the neck of the minister of household affairs, to planning to have the guards of the third prince's private house explode to death; from borrowing the help of the second prince to eliminate shaky officials, to using the Zhenbei general as a blade to impeach the prince for collaborating with the enemy - he worked step by step, like an owl dormant in the night, paving the way to seize power with the bones of his enemies. On the night of the palace coup, the rain stained the steps, and the false edict of the fifth prince was destroyed along with his life; the prince ascended the throne and became a puppet, but when he was still young, he tried to devour the master, and finally fell into the death situation that Xiao Che had planned long ago. Above the court, he is the prince of the prison country who is decisive in killing; behind the conspiracy, he is a lone wolf walking on a bloody road. His father's teaching, "If you want to stand at the highest level, you have to step on other people's bones" became a creed engraved in his bones and blood. When King Jing'an died of illness and the new emperor was young, Xiao Che held the power in his hands and stood at the top of power, but found that this high place was only accompanied by the cold wind. The black iron token around his waist had long been soaked in blood and turned dark black, just like his heart, which gradually became as cold as an owl's bone during the power struggle. This is a game about power, revenge and loneliness, and also a person's journey in the whirlpool of a feudal dynasty.

Tutu, who was born in Room 1001, Building 2, Tipping Bucket Garden, has a beautiful family that no one else can envy. Whether he is a father or an uncle, a grandfather or a father, everything is attributed to his good mother Zhang Xiaoli, a woman who creates miracles.

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Introduction to the short story "Changsun Wugou: The Emperor and the Empress are of the Same Mind" The story begins in the ninth year of Daye in the Sui Dynasty. The 13-year-old eldest grandson Wujia and Li Shimin were married. On the wedding night, they first showed their understanding of each other with the theory of "harmony", laying the foundation for the soul confidant. From Wude to Zhenguan years in the Tang Dynasty, she lost her boudoir smugness and sewed armor and revised the city defense map in the Jingzhou military camp. She changed into men's clothing at night during the Xuanwu Gate transformation and helped with the fire. She became the support behind Li Shimin with her courage and wisdom. After ascending to the throne, she established the "frugal and harmonious" palace rules, created the "untainted makeup" to eliminate disputes in the harem; when the locust plague occurred, she offered advice and set up charity warehouses, used banquets to persuade the emperor to accept his ministers, and warned her brother that "relatives should avoid power", becoming the "invisible promoter" of Zhenguan's prosperous era. In his later years, he was seriously ill and still wrote a suicide note urging you to accept your advice and protect his children until the end of the candle. Li Shimin spent the rest of his life remembering and fulfilling his vow, burying the emperor and empress' tokens with him, and ordered them to be buried together in the Zhaoling Mausoleum. Thousands of years later, Dunhuang murals, Bianjing bronze mirrors, and Yuanverse projections have successively revealed their stories, from the passion of fighting side by side to the tacit understanding of discussing politics in the Jiao Fang, from the care of life and death to the perseverance of sleeping together in the mountains and rivers. This great love between the emperor and the empress, forged by the same heart, is still shocking across time and space, and has become an immortal legend about love and ideals in the long history.

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Lin Hao, the only son of the Lin family, was obsessed with the driver's daughter Liu Ruyan in his previous life and gave up hundreds of millions of dollars in wealth. In the end, he was betrayed and framed. In despair, he was reborn on the eve of his college graduation. In this life, with the memories and regrets of his previous life, he vowed to stay away from Liu Ruyan and use his wisdom and family resources to embark on a completely different path. Not only does he want to expose Liu Ruyan and Wang Wei's conspiracy, but he also wants to become a useful person to society and achieve a real counterattack. How will Lin Hao use modern knowledge and family background to reach the top step by step and become a being that everyone looks up to? A legendary story about revenge, growth and counterattack begins here!

This is a decoding of family love that spans thirty years, and is also a warm elegy about "unspoken love". When Lin Qiu was sorting out the belongings of his old house after the death of his mother, Chen Sulan, he accidentally took out a faded blue cloth bag - tied with the knot of his mother when she was young, hiding the truth about his father's retirement from illness, the cancer diagnosis that his mother had endured, and the unspoken concerns of the two generations. As the diary, old keys, and yellowed letters in the blue cloth bag were unfolded one by one, she pieced together the deep love between her parents that had been hidden by the years: her father concealed his illness so that she could study, and her mother used the lie of "eating a fish to get stuck in her throat" to cover up her coughing of blood. The other protagonist of the story is Xiaotang, Lin Qiu's seven-year-old niece. This child, who was regarded as a treasure by her grandmother (Lin Qiu's mother), when she was sorting out her great-grandmother's old things, she even dug out her own little blue cloth bag. Three generations of women, two blue cloth bags, connect the memory of the old sycamore tree in the textile factory to the modern city exhibition hall, and also reveal the most authentic appearance of love: it does not need to be earth-shattering, it is a hidden medical certificate, a mended torn school bag, and a dumpling with three sweet-scented osmanthus boiled in it. When Lin Qiu turned his family story into a cultural exhibition, and when Xiaotang's cloth bag story was put on the kindergarten stage, those blue cloth bags sealed by time finally stretched into a spring in the intergenerational inheritance - the most precious love has never disappeared, it just changed hands and continued to mend the years, waiting for the next person to understand. Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

Fusang said: Ayin, I want to transform you into a god. Nanyin said: I am a demon. Fusang said: The devil is also a god. Nanyin said: But if I become a demon god, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist killing the god. Fusang said: It's okay, I am also a god. If you can't help it, just kill me. Nanyin said:... Fusang said: Ayin, it's time for you to wake up. Nanyin said: Fusang Shenjun, please don't disturb me from being a bad person in the world. Fusang said: You are my wife, I will be where you are. Nanyin said: "Then we will sever all ties from now on. I will send you back to heaven to become a god king with one blow of my sword."

One day, Chi Lian woke up from bed and found that he was wearing a book! I thought I had read countless books, but once I arrived, I would be at ease, but I never thought of running out. The system also arranged a redemption mission. I thought it was a poor encounter with a handsome boy. How can I be a fool?

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My daughter took away my life-saving money and used it to buy a 300,000 yuan jade bracelet for her mother-in-law. "You won't live long anyway, why not fulfill my filial piety and let me hold my head high in my husband's family." I was so angry that I fainted on the spot. When I woke up again, I had a "filial piety reward system" in my mind. As long as others are kind to me, I can get a hundred times the rebate. At the same time, I also discovered a shocking secret-the daughter I had raised for more than 20 years was fake. My biological daughter is the poor girl who sells flowers on the roadside and gives me a carnation every day.

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Before I officially write "A Breeze of Breeze", this collection will be collected as a collection of prose manuscripts and daily essays.

They are both in darkness, but they are each other's light. Song Yu said to Xu Li: "Do you want to go home with me?" "Okay." She took the bait.

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A story about a cheerful little sun that turned into a withered little flower due to family changes and was redeemed by the cold god of learning.

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In a futuristic city where signals and shadows intertwine, information is the highest form of power. The Echo Bureau and the Rift Alliance maintained a fragile balance until a mysterious third party intervened, and the chess game instantly got out of control. Ling Yuan, a former system architect and now an intelligence stalker, intercepted the incomplete data of the "Core Protocol" during a mission. The agreement involves consciousness transfer, control matrix and echo layer stabilization parameters, and the encrypted signature at the end of the document is the research imprint of his parents. From signal decoys in abandoned warehouses, to chasing in the fog; from monitoring negotiations under cold lights, to fighting for intelligence in abandoned archives; to planning from high in the industrial area overlooking the overall situation, Ling Yuan gradually approaches the truth of the black box in high-pressure operations. It may not only be a container for storing consciousness, but also a key device for migration and control. However, he is not the only one who knows about the existence of secret passages and protocols. Many forces gathered together on the trading night, and undercurrents surged. Ling Yuan must find the only way to break the situation in the chaos, and decide which side to stand at the moment the truth is revealed. This is a story about information and trust, memory and control. The truth is never complete, allies may not be reliable, and enemies may be the only way out.

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The protagonist of "Cultivation of Immortality: Signing to the Immortal Sword Formation at the Beginning" travels to the center of the battlefield of the battle between immortals and demons, and becomes the last cannon fodder disciple of the righteous path. Seeing the demonic tide surging, the system activated: "Ding! Please sign in at the [Zhuxian Formation Eye], and the reward is: control of the full version of the [Zhuxian Sword Formation]!" As soon as he thought, four swords flew across the sky, the formation was enveloped, and all the demons were decapitated. From now on, wherever there is danger, sign in: the Nether Sea of ​​Blood sign in to the Great Reincarnation Technique, the Tomb of the Ancient Dragon to sign in to the Essence and Blood of the Ancestral Dragon... When others take risks, he signs in, when others seize treasures, he signs in

In the world of cultivating immortals, there is a recent trend called "Killing one's wife to prove enlightenment" As an evil cultivator, Gu Jiu also followed the trend, saved a man, got married, and lived like this for N years. In the end, Gu Jiu killed him and she successfully ascended However, who can tell her who is the majestic man sitting on the lotus platform! Oh my God!

During the summer vacation, Xu Zhiyi recently fell in love with reading novels, but found that many novels were discontinued or removed from the shelves due to "unknown" reasons. Just when she was flipping through a new novel and opening a chapter to read... A beam of white light suddenly passed through her eyes and she closed them... "Hello, host, I'm your little assistant Xiaohan" You were stunned by the scene in front of you. The surrounding area was completely blank, it could be said to be completely white, but in front of you was a group of... Fog called "Xiaohan"? ... The little assistant named Xiaohan explained to you the whole story. You also understood that the fate seems to have bound Xiaohan to you. Now "you" need to give up to the "small world" that is destroyed or gradually disappearing. Repair, during the summer vacation and you have finished your homework, you feel it is novel and you agree. For this reason, you and Xiaohan began a journey called "Saving the Book Famine"...

One day when I was twenty, Walking hand in hand with you to the overpass, You only have five dollars in your pocket, We had a bowl of beef noodles, Whatever you say about love will change, You said you have no money now, You said thank you for staying with you these days, You said you wouldn't be deceived by others again. --Hua Zhou "One Day at the Age of Twenty"

Good love is not dependent on anyone, but two independent individuals nourishing each other

Comments on poetry

Five people from different countries drifted to an island at the same time...

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"Jian Yifei's Poetry and Landscape Practice Mall" tells the story of Jian Yifei's chance encounter with an ancient relic that carries the aura of poetry, and thus he steps into a mysterious world constructed of poetry and painting. He got an inkstone from Yunqishan Pavilion, and he was able to use his pen and ink to connect the artistic conception of the poem: when he wrote "Lonely boat and coir raincoat man", he met the fisherman in the cold river and snow; when he wrote "the bright moon shines among the pines", he walked into the pine forest and met the moon. Each time you collect an object that is imbued with the spirit of poetry and painting - Hanjiang Jade Seal, Moon Soul in the Pines, Dongli Ammonite, Mountain Temple Bronze Bell, etc., You can touch a corner of the soul of the landscape. In the dialogue with the soul in the poem, you can realize the true meaning of practice that "loneliness" is not true silence, "leisurely" means calmness, and "emptiness" hides vitality. This is not only a journey in search of ancient relics, but also Jian Yifei's in-depth exploration of art, state of mind, and the spirit of heaven and earth through the interweaving of poetry and landscape. He finally understands the essence of the soul of landscape through his pen and ink, completing a unique spiritual practice.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, the situation was turbulent and the people were displaced. The Han family moved to a remote town to avoid the war. One day, Han Lanxing and her parents met a mysterious fortune teller on a street corner, who predicted that she must marry Lu Xu, the young master of the Lu family, otherwise the family would suffer disaster. He also gave her a tips bag, saying it could resolve the disaster in times of crisis.

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Review the boat of history and read the journey of everyone

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What is the way of poetry? I know it. The water is cold when it is fine wine, and the cake is cold every day. The arch of the road is getting late, and my road is rugged and I am crossing myself.

Protagonist: "Are you Goldfinger?" System declaration: "Goldfinger is very tired" Protagonist: "Then what can you do?" System: "eat melon"

The male protagonist appears to be a collector, but is actually a collector of perverted behaviors. Collectors love everything good and will pay whatever it takes to get it. The heroine is born with sea blue eyes. Because he is afraid of society, he wears contact lenses. The male protagonist's favorite color is sky blue like the ocean. And the heroine's eyes are her favorite color When he found her, Just try every means possible. 'Stay with me, okay? ' `I'll give you everything you want, but don't think about running away anymore. ' `My things belong to me, no one can take them away. ' Shen Nianzhi Gu Chi x paranoid possessiveness x twisted personality traits

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I have been married for several years, and my husband Mingyu and I have been having a lot of trouble recently. We are approaching the limit of our mutual tolerance. Any little thing is the straw that breaks the camel's back, and with the help of my mother-in-law, who just doesn't take it too seriously, I quickly became exhausted and passed away due to the anger. Suddenly a bright light illuminated my eyes, and I woke up to find that I was reborn on my wedding night. Next, how should I take revenge and find everything that belongs to me?

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I, Zhu Xiaoman, am a short video fanatic in the Department of Journalism. I originally wanted to make a video about "Orange Cat Eating and Broadcasting" to become a hit, but I didn't expect that the Orange Bureau would directly "offer" me to Shen Fang, the computer department, with a saury in my mouth! A cup of poplar nectar, a stick of color-changing sunscreen, and a flash mob accident under the national flag stage - we worked together to put the campus stray animal project on the hot search, and also put each other on the top of the heart. But anonymous screenshots suddenly came to me: He signed a seven-figure contract, and I was just a springboard for his traffic? Before his tears dried, he opened the PPT on the playground: The annual salary belongs to me, the patent belongs to the school, and the cat belongs to us. I started a live broadcast to announce the official announcement: Technology can have warmth, and love can have zero dropouts! On the day of graduation, he used recycled cat can aluminum to 3D print a ring, engraved with 404 - forcibly binding me to be "inaccessible" for the rest of my life. The orange cat cuts the ribbon, and the national flag proves: love the country first, love cats second, love you third, and keep updating throughout my life! High sweetness, pure love, zero conspiracy, no legal risk, you can take sugar in one second and your aunt will laugh the whole time!

On the operating table, she is a calm and focused doctor, and in the shopping mall, she is the sharp-edged third lady of the Mu family - Mu Wantao A blind date "calculated" by her father led her to meet Gu Yu'an, a physics professor with a clear temperament. He is rigorous and steady, while she is sassy and direct; he studies the mysteries of the universe, and she protects life on earth. I thought it was just a stop-gap measure to cope with family pressure, but I didn't expect that my heartbeat came unexpectedly. At the same time, there are undercurrents surging within the family business. The veterans are watching covetously, and the playboy brother needs to be disciplined... How does Mu Wanjuo hold the scalpel in her left hand to save people, and strategize and control the situation with her right hand? And when two completely different worlds collide, what kind of sparks will be created? This is a heartwarming story about love, growth and protection

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I was bored and wrote a little pen practice