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Recording interesting but regrettable times

In the last life, because I didn't care about her Bai Yueguang, she held a grudge. After getting married, she and Bai Yueguang teamed up to kill me, and then took over all my family's property. My parents died tragically. Until the moment I closed my eyes, I didn't believe it was true...

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The mornings and evenings of this year, the changes of the four seasons, the wind on the street corner, the light on the window sill, as well as those fleeting emotions and unspoken thoughts are all blended into the poem. There is no grand narrative, only an ordinary person's most subtle perception of life - like a passer-by walking through the world and gently writing down what he sees and feels along the way. Open it, and you may be able to see that at some point in 2025, you and I shared a similar temperature and mood. This is not a profound comment, I just want to use poetry to leave a gentle mark on this year's life.

Everyone needs a hole, find this hole, find a paradise...

The village outside the window was completely silent, except for the occasional barking of dogs. This time, there was no more creepy, unhurried footsteps. "The road is straight, but life is not. When it's time to turn, you have to know how to turn." The night is quiet. This time, he could finally look forward to a peaceful dawn with no sloping roads or strange footsteps.

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A little village widow picked a strong man to be her husband.

In ancient villages in western Hunan, there is a Yinmen craft - embroidering soul handkerchiefs. Using the hair of the dying person mixed with cinnabar silk thread, embroider the person's birthday and portrait, and then dye the center of the eyebrow with the blood from the embroiderer's fingertips, which can lock the person's soul and prevent him from reincarnation forever. In order to take revenge, I used this forbidden technique on the bully who forcibly married me. He died suddenly on the spot. I thought my great revenge would be avenged, but the soul handkerchief in my hand was hot, and the embroidered image on it slowly turned into the face of my lover, A Jing, whose life or death was uncertain.

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There are no zombies in the apocalypse, but time is "stuck". I was in the same subway station, repeating the same Monday morning 70,000 times. Today, I decided to show off. When I grabbed the man in a suit who bumped into me every day, the entire flow of time and space came to a standstill. For the first time, a crack appeared on his numb face: "Shh... Don't let it be discovered, 'we' are increasing."

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The call from the bottom of my heart, the roar from the abyss...

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As a courtesan in a brothel, I was once selected by Lu Heng, the king of Zhennan, to replace Princess An Ning, the most beautiful woman in Dayong, and marry the ancient king of You Kingdom far away. Everyone thought that I was a lowly woman who was greedy for glory, but they didn't know that this substitute situation was the perfect opportunity for me to take revenge. In the palace, I pretended to be smart and tolerant, learned etiquette and discerned people's hearts, and saw the old emperor's greed and An Ning's arrogance. But Lu Heng was cold and hard on the surface, but in private he was gentle and caring towards me, calling me "Yan'er", which made me have delusional thoughts. When An Ning poured tea on his face and threw boards on his body, I was shocked to realize that this stunt was far more cruel than I imagined.

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Poetry prose poetry

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Zhang Xuening stood out with the first place in the fault. She walked side by side with her sisters, overcoming obstacles along the way.

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Articles written in my spare time

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A cracked blue and white porcelain vase is not necessarily imperfect.

I've had some weird dreams with no beginning and no end, so I'd like to share them here.

Just the dream talk of a junior high school student...

Fight each other, 2 people or more

Just little stories about myself

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Some existing

Close your eyes, should you feel calm or irritable?

Record the big and small things in life, share every bit, and hope to encourage each other to be the best version of ourselves.

This book mainly describes the great rivers and mountains that the author himself admired and the interesting humanities he encountered during his travels. He hopes to convey some beautiful and interesting things to the public.

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In Chengyu, salvage story

Low into the Dust·Story Introduction This is a spiritual healing story about "vulnerable growth" and "the journey of reconciliation". Fifty-year-old primary school teacher Li Ranchen seems to live a peaceful and disciplined life - she has been a vegetarian for many years, practices meditation, and carefully collects the praises of her students in a mahogany box. However, underneath this delicate shell, there is a little girl who has never grown up: the ten-year-old child who goes on hunger strike because of a single criticism, the girl who uses correction fluid to erase the true words of her classmates, and the soul who spends her life collecting affirmations and avoiding negations. When Teacher Huiming appeared like a dream, Ranchen thought he had received recognition and sublimation in his spiritual practice. After ten years of teaching, she learned compassion, became gentle, and even received an invitation to "go to the Library of Western Bliss in the next life." But the final hint is like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening: "Your heart is a beautiful bubble." "Bubbles are beautiful, but I'm afraid to touch them. When will you dare to be a drop of water? Ordinary, transparent, able to blend into rivers, or rise into clouds?" The story really begins here. Ranchen will embark on a long journey of getting rid of exquisite packaging and embracing true fragility. It's not about being a better person, it's about being whole – allowing yourself to have cracks and letting the light shine through. When the mahogany box is opened, when the words whitened with correction fluid reappear, when the girl who needs to be forever "followed to be happy" is seen and embraced, a drop of water finally finds the courage to return to the sea.

Taking martial arts as the shape and history as the soul, through the choices and battles of Wanyan Yuanlang, a Jurchen descendant, in the anti-Japanese torrent, it shows how an ancient family sublimated the millennium instinct to protect the ancestral land into the national justice of defending the homeland. The story will combine family secret history, grievances, historical mysteries and anti-Japanese blood to depict the growth epic of an intelligent hero.

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I would like to share with you some of the little plots and interesting stories I have conceived in my life.

This is a short story about a real incident that happened between me and the lead actor because of Wuhan. I am a junior college student majoring in medicine in Hubei Province. During my junior year, I interned in a tertiary-level hospital in Daye, Huangshi. During my days off, I traveled to Wuhan alone three times. In addition, I accidentally traveled to Wuhan because of a bereavement. This is a short story about my personal experience. It was the first time I came to Wuhan for the purpose of studying in college. I unexpectedly received official news from the film and television company in charge. I was surprised to learn that he was coming to Wuhan to participate in a brand event. I realized the three-year long-distance running appointment to chase stars, achieving both academic and star chasing. The second time, a 20-year-old college student traveled to Wuhan alone to visit five popular attractions in Wuhan. One-day trip, the last one was on New Year's Eve from 2025 to 2026. Even on a cold night of rain and snow, one person went to Wuhan's Optics Valley Square overnight to witness the exciting and romantic New Year's Eve moments. There were also videos of him playing and singing when he received the New Year's greetings from the principal dozens of minutes before the new year. There were also some very handsome and stunning videos Annual selfie material copywriting and New Year's Eve New Year's greetings. After New Year's Eve, I experienced various twists and turns of the local high consumption and the "dilemma" of deciding where to live, and finally chose to change my train ticket overnight to return; last year, when a close relative died of late-stage cancer and was heartbroken, I got the opportunity to unexpectedly travel through Wuhan, a transit city...

She talked to her about the annihilation of God, her voice trembling with emotion; she responded with a well-placed sigh, her eyelashes casting trembling shadows in the fluorescent light.