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Qiu Xin and Xia Fen are biological sisters. They fell from the national road of the Republic of China until the founding of New China. They have been secretly competing with each other. From studies, marriage and love to their children and grandchildren, they cannot let go of each other and themselves in this entanglement of love and hate. Until Xia Fen's death, Qiu Xin is still constantly comparing with dead people. The author wants to reveal the difficulties and old habits faced by women in relationships through the tentacles of serious literature. He does not seek to find an answer, but asks future generations not to repeat the same mistakes.

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The daily chronicles of two ordinary families, Chen and Wang, in a village on the outskirts of the city. There are no bloody fights, only the struggle to make a living, the adjustment of concepts, and the family affection and warmth hidden in daily necessities. A down-to-earth carpenter and a girl from a cosmetics store in the town, from a blind date to getting married, their lives turned into the joys and sorrows of ordinary life.

Zhang Junjie was a world champion in short track speed skating and a gold medalist at the Turin Winter Olympics. After retiring, she set up a pancake stall at the entrance of a Tangshan hutong and did not speak, explain or look back for twenty years. There was a crack in the ceiling of the rental house-and like her, it couldn't be repaired. One day, she went to the Qitaihe Ice Rink by accident. A girl named Lin Xiaoguo fell down and did not dare to get up. It's not that I'm afraid of pain - I'm afraid that I'm not good enough, I'm afraid of disappointing the coach, I'm afraid that this road will be the same as the previous generation - there's a cliff at the end. Zhang Junjie taught her a centimeter. \

Under the spotlight of the royal family, Zheng Jialu has been the little princess spoiled by her family since she was a child. She was arrogant and willful, and she once thought that the world would always revolve around her. However, when she was eighteen years old, a sudden family accident made her see clearly the impermanence of life and the weight of responsibility for the first time. Faced with the plight of her loved ones and the constraints of tradition, she chose to lose her childishness and put away her pride. The princess who stepped down from the clouds learned what true love and responsibility are in the pyrotechnic "home" and "emotions". This is a story about growth, protection and comeback against the wind. See how the tsundere princess grows into a big tree that can protect her family from wind and rain in the love of her family.

Cheng Qi was abducted into the mountains by human traffickers. It was sold to a man named Zhao Si for two thousand yuan. She ran three times, and then she stopped running. She began to teach children in the village how to read, help people write letters, help people settle accounts, and save every penny. People in the village said that the daughter-in-law Zhao Si bought had accepted her fate and became sensible. They don't know that what she saves is not money, but money. She also has a son named Cheng Niangui. She chose the name secretly, and the man didn't know what these two words meant. The child was taken away by her mother-in-law when she was three years old, and she had no contact with her. Six years later, she finally saved up eighty-six yuan and four cents. She's leaving. But she didn't know that waiting outside the mountain was another, bigger cage - that man's name was Pei Wei, a famous businessman in Longcheng, as cold as an unedged knife. He looked at her as if he were looking at a product that hadn't yet been priced. But this time, she didn't plan to run away again. She wanted all of them to know who would be burned first when the fire came over.

They are the most ordinary figures in the city. They have been beaten by life, but they are still willing to support others. Some people have struggled in broken relationships, but still treat others with tenderness; some people have fallen from the clouds, but always keep their spines straight; some people have been let down by fate, but still hold an umbrella for others. This is not a misfortune, this is the real world. They used their rough hands to mend the lives of others, and also sewed warm clothes for themselves in the wind and rain. May everyone who works hard in life be treated with kindness.

A young man living alone was stuck in a trough in work and life. On a rainy night, he came across an unknown grocery store on the corner of the street. The owner, Aunt Chen, is gentle, transparent, and considerate, and silently warms every tired passerby with her small kindness. Fireworks day and night, and a ever-burning warm lamp, embrace the confusion and grievances of urban wanderers, allowing ordinary people running around alone to slowly reconcile with life in the ordinary market.

While football players from all over the world are busy scheming and engaging in geopolitical games on the Blue Star, the little golden ball (Poland) with a red background and a white background is busy repairing circuits. He has held an "ancestral electrician's certificate" since he was born, and firmly believes that "220V electrician will not kill a 250V electrician". With a pair of vise and half a bottle of vodka, he is rampaging through wars, ruins and rusty power grids. It "lit up" post-Cold War Eastern Europe with explosive sparks, used crooked wiring to save heaters in refugee camps, and even used a reckless electrical engineering skill to twist a piece of loose "waste" into something that could shine in the middle of the great power struggle. While others are using diplomatic rhetoric, it will just hold up the smoking vise and shout: "Don't panic! I'll just weld it!" But no one expected that this "still warm golden ball" would use a welding gun to weld a road on Blue Star's territory that no one dared to walk.

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In summer in Baohuan City, Bingang Province, it is so hot that the asphalt road becomes oily. Cecilia Fu is a senior optical designer at SMIC Photonics Factory. She is tall and taller than others wherever she goes. She is also cooler than others. Twenty-seven years old and unmarried, at this age in Baohuan City, he is already considered a "big boss". She was not in a hurry, nor did she explain. She drew drawings, read books, and slept every day. Her life was like the cup of cold water on her table-clear, indifferent, and calm. Bai Jiayin is a physician at Baohuan People's Hospital and the recruitment director of the Municipal Workers' Art Troupe. Twenty-six years old, with a bunted head, white shirt, and a pair of eyes that can see people accurately and ruthlessly. She could arrange her days clearly, but she could not arrange the literary and artistic dream in her heart that had not yet been extinguished. The two of them didn't know each other at first. Until the kid named Luo Bai appeared. With short hair, a white vest, and Jiefang shoes, he stood on the stage and said, "My name is Pine Nuts, because I like to eat pine nuts." Starting from that afternoon, a female designer, a female doctor, and a child disguised as a man came out on this dusty street in Baohuan City to tell a story that no one had expected. This is a story about "who you are" and "who you want to be." There are the noisy gongs and drums on the stage of the art troupe, the gossips in the factory area's family homes, the shadows of the locust trees in the summer evening, and the moment when three people recognize themselves in each other and see the future. The treasure ring is very small, too small to hide any secrets. The treasure ring is also very big, big enough to hold all the dreams. --That summer, among the chirping of cicadas, someone was looking for a way.

Ten years ago, Lin Zhixia and Su Nian agreed in the bunk beds of the university dormitory that they would rent a house with a balcony in Shenzhen and watch the same moon. Ten years later, they were huddled in a 15-square-meter rental house, making unfamiliar gestures into the camera of their mobile phones, with cat-ear filters covering up the bruises and lingering tears under their eyes. One of them is doing operations that may be optimized at any time, and the other is spending endless nights in a startup company. There are more and more "nothings" in the chat box, and the time to see each other is getting less and less. However, they will still give each other a cup of hot milk tea across most of Shenzhen late at night when the other party collapses. This is the ten years that two girls have spent in the steel forest: they worked separately and were each exposed to the rain, but they were always the ones holding each other's umbrellas. Hidden in those short videos shot with smiles are their unspoken eyes that are wet with life, and the agreement that has never changed, "to meet together when we have time".

[Lushan] [Youth Development] [Micro Group Portrait] [Intangible Cultural Heritage] [Narrative of the Times] The male video author who lives a cool life by writing cool articles Graduates who regard cultural and creative design as their hobby and career I've seen the post-00s official accounts and media operations coming back from outside. A tour guide born in the 1990s who always sees people coming but has never left Lushan Mountain What kind of fate would make them-- From seeing mountains, writing mountains, painting mountains, and giving lectures See the heart, write the heart, draw the heart, talk about the heart It's the doubts and support from family members, it's the present and tomorrow with people coming and going, it's the green hills covered with red clouds, and leisurely seeing one's heart.

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The game of life and death is hidden in the tiny cells. Conventional drugs can destroy tumors visible to the naked eye, but they can never catch the latent and dormant cancer cells. Precision instruments can distinguish cell morphology, but it is difficult to achieve truly precise killing. Researcher Lin Yan, oncologist Su Wan, and health care practitioner Chen Lao, three people with the same original intention joined forces across borders to break away from the inherent thinking of single medication. Using cell morphology and molecular characteristics as dual criteria, they refined hierarchical targeted drugs and combined them with a scientific health care system in an attempt to build a new anti-cancer path. There was struggle and anxiety in the ward, and failure and persistence in the laboratory. From a paper idea to formal clinical trials, from attacking the lesions with heavy blows, to slowly recuperating the body and building a strong immune defense line. There is no magical medicine that appears out of thin air, only persistence in seeking for it step by step. When the tiny cells light up, it is enough to illuminate every stage of life that is accompanied by illness.

A kindergarten teacher shares her experience in kindergarten

What is life? There are many, many, many, many, many of them, including the toddler, the boy running in the rain, the bride who cried and laughed, the warrior who was covered in scars but did not give up, the big boy who walked towards his beloved girl with a smile...

"Everything in the world is just a show, why should people in this world take it seriously?" But she doesn't. She is born with a serious and stubborn character. It seems that it is always easy to form obsessions When I was young, I thought that my hard work could give me everything I wanted. In my 20s, I realized for the first time: for many things, my own efforts alone are not enough. Spirituality seems to be gradually disappearing Maybe becoming an ordinary person is everyone's destination Even if it is ordinary, I still want to leave some remaining memories and growth process

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The hustle and bustle of the city is accompanied by workplace pressure. Insomnia and exhaustion plague Lin Wan, who is always on the go. By chance, she walked into an elegant ear-picking shop deep in the downtown area and met Su Qing, an ear-picking expert with gentle techniques and delicate thoughts. The warm light fills the room, the fragrance of herbs lingers, the goose feathers are swept lightly, the instrument is lightly probed, the tuning fork is lightly vibrated... The step-by-step soothing experience not only cleans the dirt between the ears, but also slowly relaxes the tight muscles and sluggish emotions. From the initial nervousness and uneasiness, to gradually becoming drowsy and relaxed, the emptiness in the skull and the warmth all over the body turned into a unique gentle healing. An experience that lasts just a few moments washes away all the dust from the world. It turns out that the healing in the world is sometimes hidden in the small space next to the ear, where you can find a moment of peace and happiness in the gentleness.

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A scent is felt in the texture; an inch of skin is reflected in the human heart. From a handmade fragrance bead, a bottle of customized perfume, a set of natural fragrance care, to one-stop skin care and makeup styling, the fragrance is integrated into daily necessities and daily life. Wash away the dust and greasiness all over the body, leaving your skin feeling clear and gentle, accompanied by the gentle natural fragrance. It turns out that the best fragrance and appearance always come from taking every detail seriously - making fragrance with ingenuity, caring for skin care with care, and treating people sincerely. Ordinary days will be full of freshness and peace.

In 1951, five years after the peaceful liberation of the Taihang Mountains, Liu Zhengran, the chef of a state-owned hotel, received a letter from the army. The husband who came to visit him after no news for seven years was seriously injured and fell into a coma in the army hospital...

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That year, all the lights along Jinjiang River were demolished. No one asked where they went, and no one remembered who they had photographed. Three years later, delivery rider Lin Xiaoman saw a lamp that should not exist in an unfinished Sichuan embroidery "Rain at Night in Jincheng". The lamp had no light, but it allowed her to pick up the paintbrush she had given up long ago, and it also allowed her to enter a memory forgotten by the city. In order to "light up" this lamp, she formed a team with a recorder who was obsessed with searching for the light and shadow of the old city, and a calm and rational digital restorer, and began to trace the past of Jinjiang Lantern Street. They visited old streets, recorded intangible cultural heritage, and interviewed the elderly. In the gap between urban renewal and memory loss, they recovered the traces of the lamp's existence bit by bit. But they soon discovered that this was not a technical repair task, but a record of a fight against time. Under the dual pressure of competition and reality, their works were once denied, ridiculed, and even almost disqualified. Until they decided to stop pandering to "look good" and instead tell the true story of the lamp. Eventually, the light came back on. It's not dazzling, but it makes the whole city quiet. Because people finally realized that light is not lit, but remembered.

It revolves around the daily lives of the male protagonist (the domineering CEO) Zhou Xiaobao and the female protagonist (the daughter of the driver and nanny) Liu Shihuan, and the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the middle-aged and middle-class people in the modern city... Including: middle-aged bankruptcy; overloaded sports; game marriage; hard work; DINK couples; non-marriageism; stay-at-home mothers; stubbornness in the throne; socialite routines; reluctance to be old; pragmatism; the strange status quo of blind dates, etc., Multiple factors. All characters and stories may have happened in reality, but there are no specific references in this article. Any resemblance... Is purely a resemblance.

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On both sides of Qiantang, there are two kinds of life. The new city of Hangzhou is experiencing a surge in scientific and technological innovation, while the old city has a thousand-year cultural heritage. At the intersection of graduation, young Lin Yu holds two completely different answers to his life, and is torn between the popular and unpopular love. AI engineers, Hangzhou embroidery craftsmen, grassroots workers, and independent painters, five young people who had never met each other met each other because of a "digital Hangzhou embroidery" cross-border pilot. They stick to the trend and their true intentions, blend between technology and humanities, and grow between soloism and collaboration. Stay calm in the impetuous world, create extraordinary things in ordinary positions, pursue your ideals with hard work, and pass on the cultural heritage with fire. The wind passes through Qiantang, but the original intention remains unchanged. The perseverance and love of a generation of young people will eventually turn into a lasting legacy here, passed down from generation to generation year after year.

Say goodbye to involution and regain the true nature of life. Through the story of an ordinary working girl who returns to her hometown to start a business, it shows the beauty of the scenery and the warmth of human relationships in the mountains of northern Sichuan, as well as how an ordinary woman can carve out her own path with her hands and mind.

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This novel is a true story about my relatives

She was unexpectedly seconded back to her hometown of Boshan just to keep the glazed kiln fire passed down from generation to generation in her family. Her grandfather was old and her skills were in danger. Family disputes and industry difficulties ensued. On her shoulders, she shouldered the heavy responsibility of protecting intangible cultural heritage. On the one hand, there were differences in views between her family members, and on the other hand, there was the survival crisis of traditional crafts. The pressure of fakes, public opinion, and competition was coming. She was struggling, but she never thought of giving up. She breaks the inherent thinking and allows Liuli to break away from the shackles of tradition, cross-border integration of ceramics and beauty, and join hands with fellow travelers to resolve knots and break through difficulties. With love and perseverance, she finds new life for old craftsmanship. From being ignored to being radiant, from being silent in the trough to flourishing and reborn, Wen Ruwan used her perseverance and enthusiasm to let the glimmer of Boshan Glaze shine with shocking power in her ordinary homeland.

[Modern city + substitute chat + online dating + tsundere boss + money-making heroine + sweetness first, then abuse and then chasing the wife + rich family conspiracy + cool article] Su Niannian, the sober-minded money-making queen of the world, is a slash young man who works three jobs at the same time. In order to pay off the debt, she took an order\

I will never be able to escape that childhood in my life. Time cannot naturally heal everything when I grow up. It will only trap people there forever.

People always say that good people will be blessed by God, and those who work hard will eventually find peace. But my old uncle, who was born in the mountains, has a gentle temperament and has never harmed anyone in his life, does not believe in this set of laws. In 1996, he went to Chenghai to make a living. He fought for his true love with all his youthful sincerity, but it ruined his life's blessings and cut off the opportunities ahead. After returning to the mountain, he swallowed up all his frivolity and bowed his head in the deep mountains and poor soil. He cut trees by the water at noon every day, and supported his family with his own strength. Life has just begun to improve, and the third youngest son is still in the womb. The future is promising, and peace and stability are just around the corner. But the deep mountains hide the shadows, the noon hides the evil spirits, and the shallow reservoirs and ponds never have the dangerous appearance of killing someone, but they just locked up his twenty-nine-year-old life. Everyone in the village said that his death was an accident. Only the strange noises in the old house every night and the cold wind in the mountains and forests told me: It was never an accident, it was a fate entangled with water and God was jealous of his beloved. He died suddenly in the prime of life, heirs have not yet come, obsessions have not disappeared, and resentment is difficult to dissipate. He doesn't act like a bad ghost, and he doesn't bother strangers, but he just refuses to reincarnate. I walked around for the first seven days, sighing in the middle of the night, taking photos of the old house, and the mountains and rivers hiding my soul. He was trapped in this deep mountain that had trapped him all his life and taken away his life, guarding his unborn child and thinking about the unfulfilled world. Half a lifetime of hard work, gentleness, and solitary bravery would be replaced by a careless and premature death and drifting away with each passing year. Later I realized that the most terrifying thing in this world is never evil ghosts and monsters, but that good people are not rewarded, those who are diligent have no return, and those who are deeply affectionate are the most unlucky. My old uncle once dared to travel thousands of miles in the world, but in the end he could not overcome his fate.

"Why do you, a poor girl, live in a big house! This house will be my precious grandson's wedding room from today on. If you don't move out, I will tear you apart!" The old lady from the Zhao family and her family blocked Shen Zhihe's new house, her greedy eyes threatening to eat the brick house alive. When Shen Zhihe first arrived, he was closely watched by the best family in the village, and everything from his reputation to his house was plotted. Faced with the moral kidnapping of the whole village and Xini, she did not panic. She even silently opened the sign-in system and took out a period version of the "Family Portrait Blood Type Identification Card" with her backhand. Stealing a house, right? It pays attention to the noble blood of the old Zhao family, right? A few days later, on the brigade grounds, the doctor threw down a piece of blood type report, and the whole village fell into silence. Boss Zhao hugged his thigh and cried wildly: "Dad! Check it out! My son is my biological son, so you were cheated on by my mother. I am not your biological son!"

The seasons turn around, but the world remains the same. Someone stopped in the spring, Someone is stuck in late autumn. "Record of the Four Seasons of the World" is a long narrative prose about hometown, youth, growth and farewell. The old street on a rainy night, the train in the early morning, the faded white shirt, the magnolia blooming again after many years. Those people and stories taken away by time will eventually return in a certain season. Written to everyone who misses the past late at night.

Chen Fan started from poverty, was abandoned by his girlfriend, was humiliated by relatives, and was forced into a desperate situation. Relying on his awakened business insight, he started by setting up stalls, zero-cost arbitrage, and testing small projects. Step by step, he accumulated the first pot of gold and slapped everyone who could not see it in the face. The people who started him will dig deep into the physical, Internet and local business circles, resolve countless traps and suppressions, pay off huge debts, protect their families, and finally start from scratch, build their own business territory, counterattack from the bottom ants to billionaires, and live a life that everyone looks up to.

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The book of youth spanned three years, and the hardships continued, but the strength and necessity to record it was long gone.