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I see the world is covered with rain, how can I understand that I am lonely every day. (Private use is strictly prohibited)

This work is a life essay, recording what you think and feel about life. I think everyone is in two worlds, one of which is naturally the real world we come into contact with in reality; and the other should be our inner world. This idea comes from Yangming's philosophy of mind, which states that "the heart is the principle", my heart is the universe, and the saying "If you can't fully understand by looking outside, then you should seek within." As an i person, it is always difficult for me to communicate my thoughts well with the people around me, so I record them here in written form, hoping to communicate and progress together with all fellow Taoists!

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On a late autumn night, something happened to the queen. When I left Zhonggong two hours ago, she was still fine. Someone told the emperor that the problem lay in the last medicine the queen drank. But the palace maid in charge of decoction has disappeared. And in the end, I was the one who tested the medicine for the Queen.

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My father died in vain and was stigmatized; my brother got married and disappeared into a mystery... Once she puts on her brother's old robe, she becomes "Mr. Yun" with an uncertain future. The world laughed at him for talking about the shame of the leader willing to become a son-in-law, but they didn't know that she stepped into the Longtan Jade Mansion alone as a chess player! When Yun Zhao entered the game on his brother's behalf, he realized that his brother had been accused by thousands of people just to clear his father's innocent grievances! But when the truth is close at hand, there is a situation on the outside! The chessboard has been moved, and she can only make a move to break the game! The down-and-out young lady VS the young general in trouble

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I have seen countless tragedies and countless comedies, It wasn't until later that I understood, It turns out that what really makes people cry is not the ups and downs of the plot. But a group of ordinary people who love with all their strength, In the end, nothing could be saved. I hope you don't cry, I hope you are in it, I hope you see your former self

Record your daily life during the medical training period, as well as what you feel, learn, and do, so as to motivate yourself and make every day an extraordinary day.

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1969, Kunming. Su Wanzhou graduated from medical school and was assigned to Xishan Commune Health Center. Six beds, two doctors, penicillin per tube. Poor jingle, Curry walks the mouse. My grandfather passed away the year before last, leaving behind a copper key and an old house at the foot of the Western Mountain. There was a garden behind the house with some flowers and plants. She had been there when she was a child and didn't think there was anything strange about it. Until one day, she opened the door. Behind the door is a thousand-year-old garden-not a fairy palace, not a secret realm, just a garden. A garden full of medicinal herbs, silkworms, cloth weaving and paste making. The Panax notoginseng stewed chicken in the garden is so thick that it sticks to your lips. Green vegetables from the spring are sweet even when stir-fried. There are piles of medicinal herbs and ointment made of jade snow. But she dared not speak out. In that era, everything had to be voted for and approved. She could only take things out of the garden bit by bit - today she would take a pack of herbs and tomorrow she would hide a piece of cloth. No one doubted that it was "picked from the mountains", "brought from my hometown" or "sent from my classmates from the provincial capital". During the day, she sees doctors, changes dressings, delivers babies, and performs operations at the health center. In the evening, she went back to the garden to plant medicine, feed silkworms, make ointment, and read. From the commune health center to the county hospital, and from the county hospital to the provincial capital. She brought interns one after another, she wrote papers one after another, and she saved people one after another. Some people say she is lucky. Some say she hides deeply.

Wen Zhixu was once confident that she and Shen Yi would go hand in hand for a long time and grow old together, but she never thought that the trivial conflicts in life that were ignored would eventually become the last straw of this relationship. Life is full of unknowns, and no one can predict who will accompany them to the end. People often say: Only by leaving the wrong person can you meet the right person. Wen Zhixu finally understood this.

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A special soldier + a master of history studies transformed into a scholar from a poor family in the Tang Dynasty. He was bullied by dandies and made things difficult for him in the examination room. By combining the memory of the original owner and his status as a top student in history, he swept the county examinations, slapped the dignitaries in the face, and broke the championship all the way. With a commoner's body, he embarked on the unprecedented road of becoming the top scholar in both civil and military fields.

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"Under every layer of cement, there is an unfinished story buried." A son-in-law returned to his old rural house to demolish the rockery. However, under the "call" of his mother-in-law, he experienced a wedding banquet, a bone setting, and a courtyard. In the end, he found that what he was demolishing was not the stones, but the 20-year disguise of the entire family.

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My family of four traveled back in time to ancient times. My father became a general, but my mother was paranoid about female rivalry and wanted to use hot embroidery needles on my five-year-old daughter. My family and I set up a life-or-death situation to save her, but the outcome was completely reversed.

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I was once a young girl with amazing talent at the piano. My mother used potions to transfer my talent to my younger brother by using potions on my hands. Fifteen years later, she set her sights on my daughter's hand, and I smiled and agreed. The revenge I had been waiting for for so many years could finally begin.

My mother stood in the ancestral hall holding my daughter, pointing at the birthmark with a rusty knife, wanting to sacrifice her to wash away the shame of the family. I laughed in despair, dialed the phone, and revealed the shocking sin she had hidden for twenty years.

The game original art I had worked on for three years was stolen by my parents to my younger brother. He became a genius designer, but I was falsely accused of mental illness and fell to death. After my death, they coveted my drafts. Little did I know that the inheritance I left behind contained a fatal gift to expose them.

My cousin owed three million in gambling debts, and my family forced me to forge a blood cancer diagnosis report to defraud the insurance company and avoid the debt. I signed the report with tears in my eyes, but secretly changed the contents of the report. The day the creditor came to visit, everyone was devastated.

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I have an emotional mirror image with my twin sister. She cried about marrying a wealthy family, and I relented and took the risk for her, only to find that she had teamed up with her husband to take away my life through consciousness transplantation. All the pain was her plan.

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Her husband's family bribed an agency to help her get out of the crime, and as a perfumer, I mixed a bottle of exclusive Revenge perfume for her.

A girl once said that the place that cannot be reached is the distance. I didn't know where I was going, so I finally packed my bags and walked towards the distance. I walked into the endless night, confused in the darkness. The dying lights glowed brightly, and I moved forward hesitantly. Not long after, I raised my head and saw the outline of the mountains in the distance, which was a sign before dawn.

Shen Yan exhaled a large puff of smoke, and the smoke gradually spread, as if covering his past, leaving only a mysterious atmosphere full of temptation. He looked towards the bustling hall on the first floor and his thoughts drifted away. He didn't even notice that the cigarette held between his slender fingers had burned out. Shen Yan felt a pain. When he came back to his senses, he looked at the red-hot fingers and frowned slightly. The good brother patted him on the shoulder and joked: "What are you thinking about? You are so absorbed in it that you are burned by the smoke." Xu Zeyan looked at him and hesitated, "Remember her again?... It's been five years." "Yeah, it's been five years and I still can't find her. I wonder where she went?" Shen Yan wrinkled his beautiful eyebrows and whispered softly, his handsome face full of pain. ... The good brother comforted her: ... Don't be too discouraged, believe in miracles, maybe she will appear that day. " The man consoled himself: "Well, I believe in miracles and I will see her soon. " ... The next day, a miracle really happened - he brought his team members to the school to give an anti-drug propaganda lecture. The moment their eyes met, time seemed to stand still. Shen Yan's eyes fell firmly on Lin Zhisui, his pupils shrank suddenly, his breathing stagnated, and his heart beat wildly. The person he thought about day and night finally appeared in front of him. She gained weight and changed a lot. She lost her youthful timidity and became gentle and indifferent, but her face was still the same as he had remembered for five years. It was very beautiful, engraved in his heart, and he had never forgotten it. She also looked at him, with calm eyes, no excitement or resentment, just indifference, as if looking at a stranger...

When high-rise buildings rise from the ground, when asphalt roads continue to flow, and when communication networks connect us more and more closely, let us always remember the simple and simple past that is gradually disappearing.

The "tea that is cooked lightly and slowly over time" that was planted ten years ago has taken root and sprouted seven years later! One encounter is a lifetime! Once a treat, a lifetime of tea. After several years of falling in love, time has never failed me. With a piece of paper, pen and ink, and a pot of tea, I slowly built a family.

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I have always lived a very contradictory person. In recent years, as I have grown up, I have been constantly breaking the concepts I adhered to when I was young. I am very afraid of change and have always wanted to keep the purest child in my heart, but I have always doubted whether what I insist on is right or wrong. Maybe I will not be able to find an answer in the rest of my life.

Forgetting is a choice; recalling is meeting again. I don't know how long a person's life is, and I don't know how far away it is. I don't know which one will come first, tomorrow or the accident. When I can clearly recall everyone, the changes in my life, and every detail that can be recalled, I will record them in the form of words. If I am about to die one day, I can take them out and read them.

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Thirty-one-year-old Lu Zhao worked the night shift at a funeral home. At four o'clock in the morning, he received a delivery note. The address was the old house where his mother had lived for more than 20 years. The night before, his mother called him seven times, saying that the water heater kept failing to start, and asked him to go back after get off work and take a look. He didn't answer any of them. Late that night, Lu Zhao dug into his mother's sewing machine drawer and found an old key machine that should have been scrapped long ago. There is only one sentence on the screen: Send a retraction to yesterday. Ninety words, don't wait until the time comes. The first message was sent out, and my mother disappeared from the freezer, but was lying in the ICU. At the same time, Lu Zhao discovered that a memory of his mother had been quietly poached from his mind. He later learned that life would not come in vain. If you grab a little bit today, you will have to pay it back somewhere else tomorrow.

A modern ordinary man traveled to ancient times and became an emperor. Just when he was about to display his grand ambitions, he learned that he was the emperor of the last days... So he relied on the wisdom of modern people to lead everyone to change the end of the world step by step.