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May all patients with depression in the world be treated with kindness; may all young people in the world have sunshine in their hearts.

I feel like I should write something when I have some free time...

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I died on my wedding night, tied to the bed, and was about to be given to that cruel seventy-year-old prince to fill the house. Outside the door are my brother and the golden princess. "A concubine is also talented? She is lucky to be a stepping stone for the new champion." The princess's voice was light and airy, like a poisonous snake's letter. The voice of her brother-in-law Shen Yuncheng was full of flattery: "Your Highness the Princess is very thoughtful. Marry her to the old prince. Within three days, she will definitely die. It's over." As I listened, the blood in my heart cooled down a little bit, and I struggled to make a sound. The door was pushed open violently, and Shen Yuncheng was holding the candlestick. The face I once admired so much was now as hideous as a ghost. His eyes were filled with fierceness, and he slammed the burning candlestick into my face. The hot fire oil splashed all over me, and the severe pain and flames engulfed me instantly. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day before I handed him the article that I had worked on for ten years. This time, I will personally cut off his path to the top spot.

Three years after my death, on the anniversary of my death, I received a letter. There was only an invitation in the letter. The groom is Si Bohuai. He is the man I have been dating for ten years and love to the core of my being. The bride is not me. I know that this wedding of the century, which shocked the whole city, was a dragnet laid by him himself, just to force me, a "dead man", to crawl out of the grave. He won. I am coming. Come to destroy the scene, come to see the end.

My boyfriend is a deaf mute. When I had a heart attack, he held me in his arms and gestured: "Nian Nian, don't be afraid." ] Later I discovered that his disability was faked and his affection was an act. He had long been hoping that I, a "poor man with medicine," would die soon. So, I complied with his wishes and let him watch me on the monitor become a straight line. A year later, at the critical moment of his family's life and death, I appeared with my new love on my arm: "Mr. Lu, I heard that you need financing? Unfortunately, I never cooperate with scammers."

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These works are all my dreams and may be forgotten or repeated, and may become more The new club will be slower

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Zhuang Wanqi, who had just entered the workplace, entered Zhuoyuan Construction with a dream of architecture, but struggled amidst complex work challenges and life difficulties. The embarrassment during the interview, the rejection of the design plan time and time again, and the news from her mother that her grandmother was seriously ill pushed her to the verge of collapse. However, under the careful guidance of director Zhuo Shiyuan, she drew strength from the wisdom of ancient books such as "Building French Style" and "Garden Ye" and the tenacity stories of ancients such as Su Shi and Du Fu, and integrated traditional architectural aesthetics with modern innovative concepts. At work, she and her colleagues had interesting stories due to the collision of design concepts, and they worked together to overcome construction problems and resolve material crises amidst quarrels and laughter. In life, her grandmother's concern became the driving force for her persistence. From senior citizen activity centers to cultural center projects, Zhuang Wanqi continued to grow despite setbacks, and eventually not only gained career success, but also achieved self-transformation. The story shows the growth process of newcomers in the workplace in a delicate way, cleverly interweaving architectural expertise, traditional cultural allusions and warm emotional stories, conveying the inspirational power of never giving up, turning around and embracing the sunshine.

"Broken Light in the Folds of Time" takes autumn as a guide and uses poetic brushwork to connect the warm chapters of memory and reality. The falling sycamore leaves and green-grey mottled brick walls at the entrance of the alley awaken the protagonist's deep nostalgia for his childhood. The sweet smell of sugar-roasted chestnuts after school, the roasted potatoes hidden in grandma's blue cloth apron, and the sugar-sweet osmanthus pickled by herself. These trivial life fragments carry a strong sense of family affection and nostalgia for the homeland. When the protagonist rushes to a distant city, neither the sugar-roasted chestnuts in the subway pocket nor the bitter instant coffee from the convenience store can fill the emptiness in his heart. In front of the office building late at night, the self in a suit and ties overlaps with the little girl waiting for roasted potatoes in the alleyway of her childhood. The coldness of the city is in sharp contrast with the warmth in memory. Until I uncovered my grandmother's blue cloth apron, a wisp of osmanthus fragrance broke the boundaries of time and space, and the scene of picking flowers under a tree when I was seven years old and my grandmother's gentle instructions came to mind. The author folds time into folds of memory with delicate brushwork, and uses images such as fallen leaves and old objects to narrate the family bonds and life insights deep in the years, allowing the warm and broken light hidden in the folds of time to illuminate the homesickness and nostalgia in the readers' hearts.

"Locust Blossoms Fall on the Old Door Knocker" takes an ancient alley in late spring as the narrative stage, and constructs a memory map intertwined with time and space through the imagery of locust flowers and door knockers. The door knocker is not only a physical existence, but also a memory carrier that preserves the steam of the sophora flower cake in childhood and the cinnabar mole of my grandmother. The coincidence of its patina pattern with the fallen flowers is a metaphor for the stubborn protection of the spiritual hometown by traditional utensils. In the process of urbanization, when the stone piers and brick carvings gradually disappeared, the door knockers resisted forgetfulness with a solid posture, and the bitter fragrance of the locust flowers and the rustling sound of the handkerchief rubbing against the metal became a cultural totem for modern people to look back on their hometown.

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Preface to "New Liaozhai" Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio is like a green lantern swaying in the long river of history, faintly telling the stories of human beings and the legends of monsters and ghosts. In those words, there is the lingering love between the scholar and the fox fairy, the fierce confrontation between the evil ghost and the good, and the profound insights and thinking about human nature and society. Jin Qibi's adaptation of "New Liaozhai" is not an attempt to surpass the classics, but with infinite respect and love for this literary treasure. The charm of classics is like aged wine, which lasts for a long time. However, times are changing, and the way people experience stories is also quietly different. We hope that with new perspectives and new expressions, the story of Liaozhai will shine with a different kind of brilliance today, just like re-polishing an ancient pearl so that its light can illuminate more corners of the souls of modern people. During this process, if there is a lack of understanding of the original work or an inappropriate adaptation, I hope all seniors and fans will forgive me. We sincerely hope that this "New Liaozhai" can become a bridge between the classics and the present. It will not live up to the wisdom of the predecessors, but also bring a refreshing reading experience to everyone, so that the fantasy world of Liaozhai will continue to bloom its unique charm in the new era.

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Lin Xiaoman, a contemporary student studying in London, discovers a porcelain doll engraved with family embroidery patterns in an antique market, uncovering the story of the relationship between Shanghai lady Lin Xinyu and her British pen pal Emma in the 1930s.

[Three hundred years of love, this time it's me to protect you] Flower shop proprietress VS mysterious fortune teller, this is no ordinary urban love! Su Tang: Why do I think of those strange dreams when I meet him? Lu Zhao: Three hundred years later, I finally found you... Lin Xiaoman: I can see the purple lines above your heads glowing! Mo Chen: Junior brother, I won't let tragedy happen again this time. The court officials wanted to break up their marriage line. The resentment of the current life turns into a ghost to seek revenge, When ordinary humans are suddenly pitted against an entire supernatural world... Four people, one firm, specializing in treating all kinds of difficult marriage problems! From now on, lovers in the world are no longer afraid of being beaten! CP: Lu Zhao×Su Tang | Genre: Modern cultivation of immortality, sweetness and abuse coexist

Some simple short stories, but they are copied. I can read them if I think of them. If you don't like them, please don't comment. Thank you.

Dreams are always inexplicable and unpredictable

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Even if I get rejected countless times, I still can't erase the paranoia I have for you in my heart.

I was horrified to discover that these old friends who I thought were still alive and who exchanged glasses of wine with me last night had actually passed away long ago, and I had been immersed in my own self-deceiving fantasies, using my hangover as a fig leaf to escape the cruel reality. ?

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The scar in the palm of my hand is also written "Like Fireworks" on the QQ reading platform

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

This article was written on March 25, 2007 My son helped upload it to QQ for reading

[Shen Yao, do you think life could get any worse? I took advantage of the wine to scold my relatives who were trying to get along with me, and the "scumbag" ex-boyfriend I saw today. Cursing me, I walked to the rooftop of my house and shouted with all my strength: [What do you think this person means by living...] Then I fell down dizzy. The "scumbag" Shen Yao who was passing by was hit by me. From that day on, his temperament changed drastically and he insisted on following me like a follower.

On a rainy night, he was abandoned by his girlfriend who disliked the poor and loved the rich. Lin Yu accidentally activated the double cash back system for spending money. From poverty to counterattack of wealth, he slapped his ex and his new love in the face, devoted himself to charity, uncovered the mysterious source of the system, and used goodwill to start the counterattacker's cyclical path to redemption.

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This article was written on September 16, 2006 My son helped upload it to QQ for reading

This article was written on June 17, 2013 My son helped upload it to QQ for reading

He writes her life with his eyes every day on the crowded Yamanote Line. It wasn't until she died that he discovered that what he had written was not a love novel, but a death note.

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In a world reconstructed by "time dust" particles, the sense of existence is reduced to a tradable commodity. In order to save his terminally ill sister Bai Wei, the bottom-level "time dust hunter" Bai Yi is forced to use the time condensing device to continuously peel off the marks of his own existence in exchange for time crystals. The cost is that he accelerates his "transparency" and the color of the world fades. In order to save his sister and prevent the destruction of the world, Bai Yi sneaked into the "Sand Core", a pawn shop's data fortress, and obtained the "Seed of Deep Sand" that recorded the dark experiments and the source of the rift, at a heavy price. Bai Wei was taken hostage by a pawnbroker and transformed into a living core that stabilizes the rift energy - the "Eternal Sand Core". When the devastating "eternal core" rift was about to swallow up the city, Bai Yi gave up the attack and chose to make a desperate move. He dragged the remains of his body that had become boned due to the backlash against the rift, carried the "Seed of Deep Sand", and took the initiative to step into the core of the rift. At the core, he faced Bai Wei, who was controlled by the "seed of entropy". In the end, at the cost of completely dissolving his own existence, Bai Yi guided the energy of the "seed of deep sand" to accurately annihilate the "seed of entropy" in his sister's body, interrupting the expansion of the crack and pulling Bai Wei back from the abyss. The world is saved, but the cracks remain like scars in the sky. Carrying the "echo of existence" of her brother and countless victims, Bai Wei is determined to rebuild the "anchor" and no longer trade existence, but remember the pain, understand the cracks, and ignite new hope on top of the ruins - proving that true existence does not require time and dust.

In my life, everything big and small has been a bit bittersweet. Maybe I am sensitive, inferior, and suspicious, and I have no style. But please don't hurt my fragile soul, because it is the unique pain in the world. That is the story of a lifetime, but a lifetime is so long that I cannot take myself away from it. The premise is to treat yourself well.

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I record my real dreams every day

I'm so nervous every day, it would be weird if I didn't attract ghosts.

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In his previous life, Lu Yushu was a high-profile young Yue Opera star, shining brightly on the stage and having a prosperous career. However, she fell into a quagmire in her relationship. She fell in love with a despicable person by mistake, and what she got in exchange for her wholehearted devotion was betrayal and hurt. His career collapsed, his body and mind were exhausted, and he eventually suffered from depression and committed suicide. After her death, her body was sold to a pervert by her lover, and she was almost killed. At the critical moment, Jiang Muheng rescued her, kept the whole body, and left her with the last dignity... Reborn back to when they first met, Lu Yushu was determined to change her destiny. She gave up her academic path, studied hard, and passed the high school entrance examination. In the future, she would be admitted to the same university as Jiang Muheng, who had been silently protecting her, and she would also build her own business empire to repay Jiang Muheng's kindness...

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When Arnold, a normal person, and Xiyu, a madman, were in a mental hospital, Xiyu accidentally entered another world...