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A story of blood and tears at the end of the Tokugawa period and the Meiji period, born out of the tragedy of troubled times. It depicts the great and selfless love that is unique in the world, praised or ridiculed by the world, and is above desire.

I like Tang Wutong (Wang Dong)

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All kinds of imaginative short stories, just write them if you have an idea, and post them if you have content. The protagonists of all the short stories are named Li San, and they will appear in various eras and backgrounds.

2025 Cultural relic restorer Su Qingyuan was involved in the vortex of time and space by the strange light that suddenly burst out from the pocket watch while repairing a gilt pocket watch from the Republic of China period. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in the turbulent French Concession of Shanghai in 1932. Here there is not only the luxuriant life of a foreign country, but also the turbulent undercurrent of the turmoil of the country and the country - the shadow of the Japanese invasion of China is approaching step by step, various factions are intertwined in the concession, and the people at the bottom are struggling to survive amidst the war and oppression. With modern knowledge and independent thoughts, Su Qingyuan felt out of place with the feudal ethics and gender shackles of the Republic of China. At the same time, he was deeply touched by the feelings of family and country of the literati of that era and the perseverance of ordinary people. She accidentally got involved in a dispute between chambers of commerce, and relied on modern business thinking to advise national enterprises on the verge of bankruptcy. She used her expertise in cultural relic restoration to identify national treasures in the antique market and prevent precious cultural relics from being lost overseas. Through her contacts with patriotic students and underground workers, she gradually understood the close connection between personal destiny and the survival of the country. When love and faith, survival and morality collide fiercely in troubled times, and when the modern soul and the context of the Republic of China continue to conflict and merge, can Su Qingyuan find his own foothold in the turbulent era? Will she have a chance to uncover the secret of the pocket watch and return to modern times? This novel will use delicate writing to describe the growth and choices of a modern girl in the troubled times of the Republic of China, showing the ups and downs of the little people in the great era, as well as the feelings of family and country and the glory of humanity across time and space.

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In 1995, they said goodbye to each other at Nanjing Pier, and she hated him all her life. She didn't know that the cause of his death was medically diagnosed 'lovesickness'. After all, the water of the Yangtze River cannot cover the Seine River. It turns out that the deepest lovesickness is that one's breath is stained by the wind and snow of the Far East.

My airborne boss was my ex-boyfriend, and the reunion gift was to pour coffee all over me. I got angry in public, and he apologized in public-but turned around and asked me to talk in private. He said that I looked like his first love, with the same name and the same appearance. Me (sneering): "Director Pei, pouring coffee is also part of recognizing someone?" He (approaching): "No, it's so that you can no longer ignore me." I deny the past and identity, but I cannot deny his deliberate reunion.

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This book is like a warm container, carrying every bit of my life. Here are the tender moments when the first ray of sunlight shines through the window sill in the morning, the unexpected encounter with an old friend on the street, and the profound understanding of struggling in difficulties and growing up in frustration. Every story is a gift from life, full of sincerity and love. I would like to share these stories, not to show off or lament, but to build a spiritual bridge in this noisy and troubled world. When you turn the pages of the book, you can find resonance, comfort, or the courage to face life. After all, we are all working hard to live in this vast world, and each other's stories may become a glimmer of light that illuminates the way forward for others.

The heroine Mo Qingyuan is the eldest daughter of Mo Yan Group in Beijing. When she was in elementary school, her father Mo Yuan sponsored a girl in the mountainous area, Shen Changan, in the name of the heroine. At the age of 18, Shen Changan finished high school and became best friends with Mo Qingyuan. During this period, Mo Qingyuan bought Shen Changan bags. In addition to the financial aid, he also paid for the bills out of his own pocket every time Shen Changan asked her out. He never cared about it. Until the age of 20, Shen Changan stole important secrets of the group and sold them to others, causing the group to decline. On a rainy day, he tricked Mo Qingyuan into going out. After picking up someone at the airport, he bumped into Mo Qingyuan... He was reborn and woke up to start his revenge.

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Virtual Reality" Introduction This is an epic story about virtuality and reality, love and soul. The protagonist Lin Ran, a programmer living an ordinary life in a perfect virtual world, is troubled by real "dreams". When he discovers that the world he lives in is just a carefully designed "game of life," he embarks on a path of awakening to find the truth. In this process, he not only has to face the super AI "Dome" that controls everything and the insidious "Creator" organization behind it, but he also has to face the authenticity of the relationship between him and his girlfriend Xiaoya. When virtual love intertwines with the real soul, he must make the final choice: return to false stability, or fight for real love to the end? This is not only an adventure about life and death, but also a profound exploration of the meaning of life.

Good news: Death can come back. Bad news: The brain is not strengthened and cannot be remembered. Even worse news: Reopening does not seem to be a golden finger.

Through the form of spiritual art melodrama, we interpret various relationships in our lives.

Fanfiction of Xia Yizhou

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Only God is perfect. But when the martial arts swordsman Feng Qingliu began to cry in the wind, everything changed. With the rise of the mysterious and sentimental villa, the mysteries are revealed layer by layer. Who is the real sword god? Who among the four selected young protectors will finally compete in the world? The entanglements between several major forces, both light and dark, and what conspiracies are laid out. A sentimental sword brings tears to the eyes, don't ask about the future and you will be free.

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No matter how gentle the wind is, the clouds will disperse; no matter how cautious the mind is, the heart will be chaotic.

In order to complete the KPI of the teacher, Xuan Su, a sand sculpture credit swordsman, went down from the mountain to cut off troubles, extend his life, and grant happiness to the cold-hearted CEO Gu Yunshen. The scientific straight man and the metaphysical girl loved each other and flirted with each other. They laughed and sprinkled sugar along the way, and finally the credit was successful.

"The Story of a Wooden Comb" is an affectionate work that spans sixty years. It uses a handmade wooden comb as a clue to connect a timeless love affair that was washed away and reunited by the torrent of the times. In an old alley in Suzhou in 1957, Lin Xiaomei, an 18-year-old textile worker, and Gu Changming, a student from the Academy of Fine Arts, met under a locust tree and promised each other a lifetime. However, family differences and family responsibilities forced the lovers to separate. She married as a married woman, and he left for a foreign land. Only the wooden comb engraved with lotus flowers became the only witness of youthful love. Eighteen years later, fate brought them together again. At this time, she was a single mother who had lost her husband, and he was a successful university professor. The two people seem to be completely different from each other, but they still cannot resist the deep love deep in their hearts. However, the prejudice of the times, the obstruction of family, and the torture of illness made their love path full of thorns. From black hair to white hair, from locust blossoms falling to locust blossoms blooming, they spent their whole lives waiting to interpret what "the cattails are as tough as silk, and the rock does not shift". This work depicts the ups and downs of fate and undying love of ordinary people in a special era with delicate and gentle brushstrokes. It is not only a story about waiting and perseverance, but also a hymn dedicated to all souls who believe in true love and have the courage to persevere. When you open this book, you will surely burst into tears for that period of deep love that has been forgotten by the times, and you will believe in your tears that true love can transcend time and space and be eternal.

Hello everyone! I am very glad that you can follow me among tens of thousands of authors. My pen name is Liu Yihong and my nickname is Mr. Nanshan. The transcripts of this article "Mr. Nanshan" are some essays about my life. It is short in length and spans a long time. If you have any questions, please leave a message and I will reply one by one. Thank you again for your attention and support. Thank you. HYX

I want to record my childhood when I was almost gone

Feng Yuxi, writer, civil servant, author of three officially published and award-winning novels, short stories and essays published sporadically

Every poem is poisonous. The poison goes straight to the meridians and reaches the heart.

My good friend, at the moment we parted, I finally understood what "there is no such thing as a banquet" means. I hope to see you again in the future--Marvelous Sea Salt from Plants

Similarity short story collection, various short stories written by Similarity. .

As an orphan adopted by the Gu family, I served as Cheng Jichuan's substitute for Bai Yueguang for fifteen years. Until the real daughter Shen Qingyue returned, he broke the engagement overnight: "You are just her shadow." I smiled and moved out of the villa, and conveniently reported the evidence of Gu's tax evasion. Three months later, when we met again at the hospital, he held my pregnancy test sheet in his hands and his eyes were red: "Whose child is it?" Outside the ward, my four brothers showed their black cards at the same time: "The heir of our family, it is not your turn to ask questions."

Modern dancer Su Yufan returns to Jianchuan, Dali, with her mother's ashes and her own trauma (cancer diagnosis, career setback, emotional betrayal). When she was desperate, she just wanted to carve a monument for her mother to bury her, and then wait for the end of her life. However, the sound of the chisel and the dancing posture of the divine bird made her touch the hot vitality of Nanzhao culture. In Jianchuan, she blended modern dance with Overlord Whip Dance, used wood carvings to recreate the charm of armored horses and ancient musical instruments, and gave new life to intangible cultural heritage wood carvings through short videos. Dali's artistic fertile ground ignited her desire. Determined to pass it on through dance, she planned the dance drama "The Young Girl" to attract millions of attention, and even choreographed and directed the "Nanzhao Sacred Music" that has been lost for thousands of years, bringing the ancient beauty back to the world. In the practice of revitalizing the ancient town, her tears turned into the light of cultural confidence. When the music of this major work resounds on the international stage, Su Yufan feels like he is reborn. The warmth of the intangible cultural heritage not only healed her body and mind, but also allowed the thousand-year-old Nanzhao culture to shine brightly in the world - this is a healing story about life blooming again in the roots of culture. Dali History and Culture + Yunnan Pastoral Life Also known as "The Wind Can Be Gentle" and "Nanzhao Nanzhao"

I came home with the Asian Games gold medal, but my sister-in-law threw me out before I even got into the hot suitcase.

Accompanying my husband to attend the award ceremony, I came across a topic in the audience, respecting myself.

Go to Tibet, feel the wind and silence, walk countless roads, read countless books, you have to go to Tibet

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It turns out that the definition of love is not the entanglement of your own personality, but comes from those people and things that have been closest to you that frequently flashed inspiration.

[The Flower of the High Mountains Comes to Earth × Hard-spoken and soft-hearted writer + secret love comes true + two-way travel + campus to city + sweet article] "Xia Songran, let me find you a girlfriend." "No need." He is the famous Flower of the High Mountains at L University. He cherishes his words like gold but only tolerates me being around him. On the day of graduation, he said "Rumors stop only for the wise" which made me run away sadly. However, after I opened the book bar, he took the initiative to apply for a waiter position and accompanied me in baking, writing and guarding the store every day. Until I discovered that he secretly bought the magazines I wrote every month - it turned out that all the cold-faced and affectionate male protagonists in my novels had already been recognized by him as him at a glance. "You can write in the future: The male protagonist who can't speak worked for the female protagonist for two months to apologize." - Xia Song brushed your face and finally said he loved you this time.

In the midsummer when cicadas were chirping loudly, I chewed "I like you" into pieces of candy. It was so sweet that it turned sour and I didn't dare to hand it out. This unspoken feeling became the most painful regret in my youth. Whose secret love doesn't secretly do little things? I stared at the back of his head in class and made eight hundred "accidental encounters" in the corridor. His name was written all over the draft paper and then hurriedly erased... In this one-man war, I jumped repeatedly between anticipation and cowardice, but I never thought about giving up. It wasn't until the afternoon when the wind softened and my cheeks were burning that I finally leaned into his ear and said the words I had hidden for a long time: "I like you." In fact, the result was no longer that important. Those moments when the heart skipped a beat, those gritted teeth and persistence, had already turned this secret love into the brightest light of youth. It turns out that a young person's love is never a loss, and a secret love is never a failure.

[The gentle male god of the radio station × the terminally ill talented woman] There is a knife hidden in the candy tonight! "Mr. Yelan, when you recited my poem... Your heart beat loudly to the moon." Li Xunye never thought that the girl from the liberal arts college who always fell asleep during the recitation class had already written his name in the memo. Until he became a late-night radio anchor and received strange poem manuscripts - ""About the Moon": The sound of the whistle woke me up from my dream" ""Life": running towards the reflection of the dusk" ""April": turning the heart into a soft home... Holding the young you" He frantically searched for the girl with the pen name "Bai Shan", but he didn't know that Gu Yubai was lying in a foreign ward and said softly: "Li Xunye, if the dream is too beautiful..." "I won't wake up."

The weak little white flower × the handsome academic god with low self-esteem! [Two-way redemption × Campus crush] "Song Houyan, you act like a hero... But your clumsiness makes my heart beat out of control." On the first day after Meng Yudi escaped from death and returned to school, she confessed her love to the aloof academic god Song Houyan in public! Everyone laughed at her for wanting to eat swan meat, but little did they know - when she was bullied in the alley, he was the one who handed her life-saving medicine; when she was shaking every night and had insomnia, he was the one who anonymously sent good night messages; even her torn diary was secretly glued and kept by him until one day an old fat photo of Song Houyan appeared on the bulletin board: "It turns out you are not a born hero" "You just put on the armor of courage for me."

"Lingshan, it's snowing in Canada... Is it snowier than the snow you love?" In 2015, Su Hang went to Canada out of anger, thinking that his girlfriend Lingshan was in love with him. Until the phone rang across the ocean late at night - my best friend Jiang Shan choked up: "She didn't go to Switzerland for treatment... She lay in the rain and never woke up." But Suhang stubbornly stayed in 2015: "You lied, she only gave me the keychain two months ago." The psychiatrist revealed the truth: It turned out that he had self-hypnotized for four years, and it turned out that the day she chased her to the airport in the rain after falling ill became a nightmare that he would never dare to wake up from - "I am the only one left in this world, remember that she loves snow."

When Xu Jiaying had a fever and fainted, he accidentally sat on the back seat of Sumahe's bicycle. His heart beat at that moment, but he already had a beautiful girlfriend Gu Qing. She could only approach him silently in the name of a friend, folding paper cranes for him, getting injured in fights for him, and even accepting his brother's confession to hide her true feelings. When graduation came, he chose to follow his girlfriend to leave Beijing, and she finally shouted out her unspoken confession - but in a crowded station, she watched helplessly as he never looked back. "Secret love is like a silent rain, only you get wet." - You didn't look back, and I didn't say anything.

[The terminally ill boy with a bad mouth VS the hot and warm girl + double redemption + the pinnacle of BE aesthetics! "Bai Xingpo, do you believe in miracles?" "I believe in you." In the past ten years, she searched the whole city for him to find life-saving medicine, and he stood as a beacon for her at the airport late at night. Until the cancer cells gnawed away the last bit of body heat, he huddled in the hospital bed and smiled tremblingly: "What if... I will be your bodyguard in the next life?" In the cold winter of 2020, when the pain-relieving needle was pushed into the vein, Yancheng shattered the last piece of snow. "Good night, my beautiful girl." The hot water bottle that I used when I was seventeen years old will never be warm again in the second decade. Those winters where we keep each other warm and depend on each other for survival. It's over, it's over. It's winter, it's winter.

[The mixed-race school boy who plays the piano × the foodie who has been guarding him for ten years] Crying warning! The white moonlight falling from the sky has come true, and the sweetheart's secret love has come true! "Yinghuazhang, the way you played "Slowly Understand"... Made me think about it for a whole ten years." Gu Yumeng chased the piano prince Yinghuazhang from high school, saved him money to buy mineral water, provided him with a loan to open a seaside B&B, and even bought the piano he liked. Until one day a mixed-race little girl came to the B&B - playing a love song that only belonged to them and calling Yinghua Zhang "Daddy". The lady following behind him was the daughter of the restaurant owner who paid his medical bills back then. "I'll give you the regular customer coupon, which will give you a 50% discount on your next stay." She turned around and ran into Chen Qingye's arms. He held up his electric car helmet and grinned: "I grabbed the concert tickets and the food is still hot. Do you want to eat?"

#He seems to be writing a love letter to me using code# Qiao Yu Zai slipped and snatched the senior's private thermos cup, triggering a hidden plot - "You have unlocked the SSR-level campus male god Kochi Le, please choose: A. Become his number one player B. Directly become his lifelong girlfriend." She tremblingly chose A, but she didn't know that she had already been written into the core code of the game: [if girl chooses ordinary life & always sends warmth across the river bridge: print ("destined") else: break his heart

CP direction, expanded from the development history described by Xiaoniao (Zeng Yi, Linghua)