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He said: Perhaps the emergence of meaning is the reward for exploring life!

I am a 16-year-old student in high school. My usual hobby is writing short stories. I have never specifically learned to write novels, and my Chinese language is not very good. I write the novels I usually think about here.

"I can chase you!" "Of course, but you only get one chance" --My love can only bloom once.

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Climbing over the mountains of Gansu, a bright moon hung in the sky with clear brilliance. From then on, the road ahead was filled with beams of hope. The mountains silently lifted me up, whispering the desire to "go out", urging me to step into the distance. In the endless flow of people, I was looking for my own foothold, and the obsession in my heart became clearer - to go further and live more freely. I should be like a wisp of long wind, unfettered; like a piece of first snow, pure and bright; and more importantly, I should be my unique self, rushing towards the unknown vastness with the tenacity of the mountain and the clarity of the moon.

I hope my hope has hope I believe that happiness will come to me one day\u003E? O?

The summer when kapok drifts away is also the summer of farewell...

Every time I dream, everything in the dream is so real and yet so fantastic. In the dream, sometimes I am immersed in the scene as a participant, and sometimes I am a bystander. I used to tell my dreams to people around me, and they all said that I made them up myself, and that the dreams were just like novels. Gradually, I stopped telling others, and started to recall the plot of my dreams when I was alone. In the process of reminiscing, a person will laugh stupidly. For a while, I didn't want to wake up from my dream, because there were no worries in the dream, only beautiful scenery: under the pink sky, a gray railway track divided the green lake into two, and a white carriage shuttled between the blue mountains. It's so beautiful that I can't even sleep. Some people say that I should see a psychiatrist, otherwise they are afraid that I will go crazy. Some people also say that I should reduce stress. Some people also say that I am out of my mind... Most of my dreams involve getting up, washing my face, and then forgetting about them. Sometimes I don't even remember a fragment of the story. Sometimes, within a few minutes of waking up, I can still remember the story that happened in my dream. So, I wanted to write down the dreams I could remember.

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The first volume is super short nonsense, and the second volume is daily ramblings disguised as poetry. Mainly warmth, supplemented by complaints, cooking sake in a small red clay stove, talking around the fire at night, snuggling with porcelain cups.

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Shen Qingyan, a newbie who had just received a salary of 5,000 yuan and had yet to warm up, was sent to the sky by a sports car as soon as she left the community. When I closed and opened my eyes, I didn't see the King of Hell, but I was bound to a light sphere system "Xiao Qi" and was forced to take another job - my job was to travel through various small worlds and avenge the victims who died unjustly. The first task: ancient house fighting copy. Identity: The stepmother of White Lotus and the stepsister of Green Tea jointly tricked her into breaking her leg, killing her own son, and finally died miserably in the cold palace. The last wish of the original owner: let the mother and daughter pay the price! Reward: If the mission is successful, you will be resurrected on the spot, plus a cash reward of one million! Shen Qingyan: ... Is there such a good thing? ! (Eyes shine instantly) Faced with the stepmother who hides her secret in her smile and the step-sister who presses hard every step of the way, the former workplace doormat showed a kind smile that belongs to the post-2000 era of rectifying the workplace. Palace fight? House fight? No, this is just another form of office politics. Playing a conspiracy? Engaging in female competition? She directly overturned the chessboard and used the wisdom of a modern beater and the force of a black belt in Taekwondo to give the ancient house a little "workplace shock". When the enemies fell one after another and the glory and wealth were within reach, Shen Qingyan looked at the high wall of the deep palace and turned around gracefully. Goodbye! My sister's journey is the stars and the sea (and the one million)! After a well-planned "death", she woke up in a bed in a modern hospital.

In a Los Angeles immigrant children's shelter, five children forgotten by the world gathered in a circle and sang with "noise" that no one could understand. Three hours later, $12 billion disappeared from global stock markets. No one knows that the "discrete language" in their mouths, which is a mixture of Cantonese accents, Spanish trills, Java code and Hakka tones, is not nonsense, but the ultimate language that can directly command reality.

Our project team is trapped in an abandoned folk village in the southwest border for the third day. There is no signal, supplies are running out, and the only exit was completely blocked by a landslide last night. The local guide who led the team was found hanging from an old locust tree at the entrance of the village this morning, with his body swaying gently in the wind. His eyes were covered with lime, but there was a strange smile at the corner of his mouth. The village chronicle records the custom here a hundred years ago: if a foreigner accidentally enters the "forbidden area for the living", a "send-off" ceremony must be held to select a bride and marry the "patron saint" of the mountain in exchange for a chance to live. The core rule of the ceremony is that the bride can never look back from the moment she puts on her wedding dress until she is sent into the cave in the back mountain. Otherwise, everyone will be buried alive. Now, that rough and tattered red wedding dress is lying quietly among us.

Let me tell you how I came to be. To be honest, there is not much to say. I have some of the other protagonists, and I still have some of what they don't have. I always meet those who beat the young and then the old, but I don't care, "Go back and call your eighteen generations of ancestors, and we will fight together when we come back." Oh, I am never afraid, because I am undefeated as a beggar, I am invincible.

People will face many forks in the road in this life, and there will be many things that they cannot help themselves. Even if the final journey is a dead end, I have to walk it on my knees. [Practice on literary works]

Unfortunately, my only resistance to pain is silence

Needless to say, the showman calls himself

This is a story about me and some of my netizens. It is about me, "narrating" the stories of netizens and my story. It is a bit boring novel, but occasionally there will be some funny content. (Some of the writing in the article is not up to par, so it comes from Baidu)

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The late autumn rain made Wuzhou city feel cold and quiet. Su Qing sat slumped on the rooftop of Building 15 of Jingjing Garden. The rain dripped down her soaked hair, mixed with the tears on her face, and formed water droplets on the tip of her chin. The scene just now was replayed in my mind like a slow motion - Mr. Zhang's hysterical roar, his determination when he broke through the crowd of reporters, and the moment he was carried over the guardrail by the force. The wind whistled in his ears and his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. "Mr. Xue, the illegal materials have been handed over to the procuratorate. Secretary Wu has received news that the future construction bid has been successfully won." The subordinate's report penetrated the rain curtain and hit Su Qing's ears clearly. She raised her head suddenly and looked at the man in the shadow who was wearing a spotless black suit - Xue Chen? Mr. Xue? Future Construction Group? Those ignored details were connected in an instant: the way he occasionally avoided her when answering the phone, the sharp flash in his eyes when talking about the project, the alienation in his acceptance of her "please" at breakfast. It turns out that the heartbeat and familiarity she thought were just a carefully designed game; her daily "encounters" and sharing were all part of his plan; a tool that was kept in the dark and foolishly gave his sincerity.

What is youth...

Notes of the Yin-Yang Doctors in the series "The Evil Things in the Northeast"

Lin Chen, a "waste" doctor in the countryside, accidentally activated the [Baicao Medical System] after his engagement was broken off. The novice gift package turned out to be a flash marriage agreement - the bride was the urban iceberg beauty Su Qingyao who came as a substitute. System tasks are compulsorily bound: cure the stubborn disease of the village bully to unlock "Perspective Pulse Diagnosis", revitalize the rural medicinal material base to obtain "ancient elixirs", enter the urban medical world and defeat the giants of Western medicine to upgrade to the "Invincible Mode". I wanted to stay in the countryside treating diseases and supporting my family, but I didn't expect that my wife was hiding my identity as a boss. Behind the system, there was a thousand-year game between the inheritance of Chinese and Western medicine. From village clinics to international medical clinics, from family feuding to business hegemony, Lin Chen said: "Healing diseases, saving lives, and doting on my wife at the same time, the system forces me to be a boss!"

Timeline: The eve of the Battle of Chibi in 208 AD 2025 Three Kingdoms Culture Museum Using the "bronze ring" unearthed from the ancient battlefield of Chibi as a medium, when the modern heroine was restoring cultural relics, the radio played JJ Lin's Drunken Red Cliff. Due to the "ring resonance" in the music, she actually shared a dream with the generals from the Three Kingdoms period, and when one party was injured, the other party would experience the same pain in the same location. The heroine knows the historical trend of the Battle of Chibi and tries to change the fate of the hero dying in battle, but triggers the "corrective power of history" - every intervention will trigger a more dangerous chain reaction. . .

I don't fall in love, but I can collect money to assist and watch Party A fall into sweet true love. Isn't it great? Urban\u002FPure Love\u002F Short Drama

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Article about slandering a scumbag man, the main text begins

Waiting for you with roses in hand

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The chatty heroine transferred to another school around the time of the college entrance examination, and I suddenly realized that I was a passerby in a sweet novel.

In order to deliver a bowl of wontons, Zhu Ma lost cooperation and also lost me...

In the 1980s, my evil neighbor occupied my house for seven years. When I was reincarnated and her daughter came to rent a house for her high school entrance exam, I directly offered to rent it for a year and 60 yuan!

My boyfriend lied to me for three years by pretending to be poor, just to make me willingly give her little childhood sweetheart a kidney...

After learning that I had blown up the septic tank at the entrance of the village, my husband's family demanded that I get married immediately...

Not talking about human observers, just experiencing life and its many possibilities

I, Liang Yuan, a young man who has just graduated from the Chinese Department of the University, with my love for traditional culture, especially my obsession with Kun Opera, stepped into the Lanyun Society, a folk Kun Opera troupe that was on the verge of dissolution. In the troupe, there is the skilled but stubborn old pillar Master Zhou Yanqiu, who regards the stage as life and is extremely resistant to any form of innovation; and the tough and pragmatic leader Qin Sufen, who struggles to mediate between artistic ideals and survival reality. I joined with the feeling of "saving" the troupe, and proposed using new media and new communication methods to revitalize Kunqu Opera, but I met with fierce opposition from Master Zhou. A fierce conflict broke out between us, and sparks flew from the collision of ideas. However, during a public benefit performance in the park, a child's curious participation and his mother's smile made me see new possibilities for the inheritance of Kun Opera. Faced with the troupe's difficulties and Master Zhou's stubbornness, I did not give up. Instead, I kept trying and recorded every precious moment with new media. In the end, my efforts were partially recognized, and the troupe found a new way to survive and spread in the cracks. In this process, I learned to add responsibility and propriety to my enthusiasm, and gained a deeper understanding of the depth and complexity of artistic inheritance.

Nice to meet you... This sentence means that I have to be open enough to accept the unexpected separation.

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In the third month after his wife's death, Chen Mingzhe did something that shocked everyone - he quit his job of twenty years and booked a train ticket to the northernmost point. No plan, no return date. Colleagues said he was crazy. Only he knew that this was not an escape, but a self-rescue. Chen Zheming embarked on a journey with only a few bags and an old dog, meeting each other unexpectedly at eight stops from south to north. The people he met and the things he experienced were like keys, trying to pry open his frozen heart. When the journey reaches the end, what will he find? Is it the true meaning of life, or another self?

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