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Using time travel as a clue to show a real appearance in the 1980s and 1990s. What is different from previous time travels is that there are no golden fingers or mindless cool articles, but only the warm feelings of sober life.

Proper discipline is never harsh, but gentle expectations hidden under the harshness. Young people are trying to be brave at a young age, and they are bent on pursuing their studies. They only focus on catching up with progress, but they overtax their bodies and minds, ignore instructions, and mess up their schedules and miss the point in their impetuous obsessions. In the quiet apartment late at night, the hustle and bustle of the day faded away, leaving only restrained solemnity and warm persuasion. A solemn admonishment came as scheduled. There was no wanton harsh treatment, only correct punishment and sincere introspection. Strict rules wear away the impetuousness and naughtiness of young people, and sober punishments awaken the lost original intention. In the time of surrendering to be taught, recklessness is restrained, self-discipline takes root, and the deep protection and teachings are allowed to fall into the tiny days and nights.

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Lan Luoluo, an arrogant female pharmacy student born in 1997, stopped her losses in time and kicked out her ex-boyfriend Pu Xin, who was addicted to games and broke his promises. After being introduced by a matchmaker, she unexpectedly met Ming Yan, a straight man born in 1994 who came from a well-off family and was honest and dull. One is a arrogant and venomous person who loves to be serious, and the other is a clumsy, affectionate and doting wife. From the first time they saw each other on video and they disliked each other, to when they met and quarreled and broke up, they fell in love with each other, killed each other, and happily pulled each other. The long-distance love goes in both directions, and the husband's family favors the whole family and spoils her, slapping her down-and-out ex in the face, and they get married sweetly, and they are blessed with Lin'er, whose nickname is Tangyuan, and whose nickname is Ming Ziqi. Let's see how the arrogant and petite wife subdues her weird and silly husband, and lives a happy life with three meals a day, four seasons, and being loved all her life in the fireworks village!

All-female bar manager's working day ends

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People in the world are always obsessed with unified standards of beauty, obsessed with body shape, face shape, and losing their true feelings in self-internal friction and mutual judgment. Su Jianyan was once trapped in anxiety about appearance, until she slowly learned to look at herself and all living beings. She understands the unique body charm of different body types, appreciates the eyebrows and features of various face shapes, and learns the health regimen and skin care methods that suit her. There is no need to be demanding about changing your natural appearance, and there is no need to compare with others' external appearance. Accept every inch of your body and appreciate the unique style of others. It turns out that all the shapes and appearances in the world are beautiful. Only when you accept yourself can you see the beauty in the world.

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In 1997, Lin Wan was 3 years old. Now she is 30 years old. Her personality is submissive, her life is ordinary, her work is bumpy, and she has no success. But when she was 30 years old, she suddenly traveled back to her 3-year-old self. With the 30 years of life and memories in her previous life, what kind of life would she live?

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There is a small flower shop hidden deep in the old street. Lin Wansheng guards the fragrance in the room and cuts branches and leaves with skillful hands. Spending time together day and night, we can understand the habits and temperaments of each flower and plant, and understand the secrets of maintenance and preservation. From classical freehand flower arrangements, to various styles of bouquet carvings, to creative floral arrangements that break the rules. Visitors come to the door with their thoughts in mind, and bunches of flowers and plants carry the warmth and warmth of humanity. What flows through your fingertips is not only the skill of flower arrangement, but also the tenderness of time hidden among the flowers and leaves. Every flower and leaf hides the various scenes of life.

An elegant teahouse hidden deep in the market, where tea keepers sit and spend their days in meditation. Welcoming guests from afar, we treat them with all kinds of fine tea. Each type of tea has its own unique qualities and corresponds to different cooking methods. Fresh green tea, warm black tea, fragrant oolong, aged white tea, and mellow Pu'er appear in sequence. Raise your hand to warm the water and pour water, carefully watch the rise and fall of the tea soup, your nose will be filled with all kinds of tea fragrance, and your tongue will taste the true nature of the herbs. Chatting slowly flows with the fragrance of tea. In cups of tea, you can experience the calmness of the years and understand various moods.

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Traveling back to the 1970s, Wen Zhixia's fiancé broke off their engagement in public as soon as she woke up, making her the laughing stock of the whole village. Desperate, she was arranged to marry Lu Tingxiao, the unsmiling and iron-blooded battalion commander at the station. Everyone in the village was waiting to see her suffer hardships, but no one expected that her life would get better after joining the army. Wen Zhixia relied on her cooking skills and ingenuity to take care of the house and lived a prosperous life in poverty. The best relatives who came to find trouble were all forcefully repelled by the battalion commander who was protecting his wife. In the future, the husband will get a promotion and a salary increase, the children will be sensible, and the family will be prosperous. Only then did everyone understand that a hasty marriage had made the cold-faced man devoted to his wife for the rest of his life, and he only pampered his wife and lived in peace for years.

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Deep in the alley of an old city, there is an inconspicuous "Time Photo Studio". The boss is silent, forty years old and of few words. His photo studio has a special service: keeping "unsendable letters" and "unsendable gifts" on behalf of others. Everyone who walks in here brings an unfinished story with them. Silence, no judgment, no questioning, just quiet acceptance, numbering each item, and locking it into the 365 grids on the wall. Until one day, a girl broke in and wanted to retrieve something she had deposited three years ago, but the grid corresponding to the number was empty...

I wrote this book mainly to record some of my daily gratitude when I face major exams in 2024, share some confusions, relieve my emotions, and see myself making little progress every day.

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There are thousands of different truths in the world. Some people talk about immortality and Taoism, and some people compare themselves to glitz and glamor. Only Wang Dagen and his party have traveled through the three realms of the mortal world and speak their own unique local language. Farmers talk about the livelihood of the land, young people talk about loyalty in the world, girls talk about pastoral sentiments, old men talk about their half-life experiences, doctors talk about herbal health, immortals stick to old-fashioned rules, business people talk about daily fireworks, and vain people focus on face and ostentation. Everyone spoke in their own native language, and did not copy any of the common sayings from each other. Quarrels, heart-to-heart talks, and emotional confessions were all based on their own unique tone. From making noise in rural villages, to tearing up the superficial dignity in bustling cities, and then breaking through the world of immortals and mortals, he uses the most down-to-earth old sayings to refute all the absurdities in the world. There is no unified tone, no distinction between high and low styles, the dialect is its own world, slang is sweeping across all directions, laughing all the way, relying on all kinds of dialects, setting the trend of the world!

Thoughts about life, looking forward to communication.

This is an epic story about a northern rural family spanning thirty years. In the cold winter of 1960, the Zhao family's father starved to death after making a pot of dumplings with the last half kilogram of white bread. On his deathbed, he left only one sentence: "Dumplings must be available during the New Year." Since then, dumplings have become the blood totem of the family - in times of famine, they were thoughts mixed with chaff, in times of turmoil, they were black dough secretly kneaded in cowsheds, and after household responsibility system, they were the first meal of white flour and meat stuffing. Three generations of people struggled to survive in natural disasters, man-made disasters, and political waves. They were divided and reunited because of dumplings. When the paralyzed old village chief swallowed the last bite of dumplings in his life, the family bloodline completed the most painful reincarnation in the smoke of the twelfth lunar month. The book uses "dumplings" as needles and "disasters" as threads to stitch together a century-old loneliness of a Chinese peasant family watching for reunion atop the ruins.

I have been a product manager for three years. My workstation is in the corner with the window facing the wall. Plans were rejected, speeches were ignored, and her name was never on the promotion list. Lin Xiaotang thought he was just unlucky. Until the door opened on my birthday night - my boyfriend and his best friend were together. The father slapped him:\

The first article is about personal real experience, as a little message left in the world.

How to correctly handle the relationship between the sexes, how to attract the opposite sex, how to stand out among outstanding people of the same sex? Appearance? No! Wealth? No! True femininity is never these things. If you are still worried about ordinary appearance and figure, come to my book to find the answer to charm.

A girl who lacked water in her five elements was named "Ice", but she was afraid of water all her life. From her grandfather's willow ring to the chopped down pomegranate tree, from the locked door to the white mark on the tiger's mouth, she grew up to the age of nineteen with all the wounds no one knew about.

This is Han Xusha's growth autobiography written on the eve of her eighteenth birthday on September 7, 2026. She was born in Yibin, Sichuan, in the autumn of 2008, and her hometown is Hefei, Anhui. She was almost abandoned in a well at birth because her parents favored sons over daughters. Fortunately, her grandmother fought hard to save her and named her Yan Ruyu. She was raised by her grandmother when she was one or two years old, and lived with her parents when she was four years old. Later, her parents were taken away by the police and she became homeless overnight. She first lived temporarily in Doujie Welfare Institute for a year, and officially moved into Shanghai Children's Welfare Institute (No. 9977 Zhongchun Road, Minhang District) on August 1, 2013, and changed her name to Han Xusha. Han is the collective surname of the welfare home, and Xu is taken from the rebirth of the morning light in August. Sha is like weeds in the field, ordinary but endless, tenacious and sunny. The whole book is based on seventeen years, from birth in the cold night, grandma's protection, family changes, loneliness, and freshman in the welfare home, to the enlightenment of the elementary school in the hospital, studying at Hanghua No. 2 Primary School, the growth of Hanghua Middle School, winning the architectural model award, and youth. The budding worries, the disappointment in the high school entrance examination, the estrangement and reconciliation with teacher Jiang Liwei, the light and power on the road to chasing stars, the persistence of the dream of being an actor, all of which describe the coldness of fate, the kindness of the world, and the stubbornness of youth. From the weak and fragile Yan Ruyu to the gentle and tough Xuguang girl, she reconciles with the past, embraces herself, seals the past in words, and gives it to herself who is about to turn eighteen.

When he was twenty-three years old, Lin Nian thought that getting pregnant was a matter of course. As a result, in the first year, children came and went, which the doctor said was "natural elimination." In the third year, I was diagnosed with polycystic disease. In the fifth year, I drank Chinese medicine until I became numb. In the sixth year, I had fibroid surgery. In the seventh year, I spent all my savings and went to the reproductive department. In the eighth year, she finally got two bars. But fate has not let her go yet - preeclampsia, emergency caesarean section at thirty-four weeks. The child weighed only three pounds when he was born, and was sent to the NICU without even meeting him. Walking from Beipiao rental house to the operating table in the delivery room Not to carry on the family line, not to raise children and provide for old age. Just because I want to see you, my baby

If life has been written long ago, would you be willing to just be someone else's backdrop? Song Mian didn't want to. In her dream, she saw the labels of people all over the city: NPCs for delivery people, NPCs for dropping out of school, NPCs for controlling mothers, and NPCs for scapegoating colleagues. They would have all become victims in someone else's main plot. And she is the only temporary screenwriter who can modify the nodes. She saved the delivery boy, prevented the teenager from dropping out of school, and made up for the missed life of the silent person. But every time she changes her life, her own existence will be erased a little by reality. Until one day, everyone forgot about her. Only those who have been saved by her still remember a vague voice: "You shouldn't have had this ending."

It's unclear what the little girl who just came home from school in 2016 was thinking. The winter of 2017 was not only cold for the snow, but also for her once hot heart. I can never take back those words I said against my will in 21 years. The chemistry encyclopedia and English exercises she read in 22 years made her re-examine the person who brought her life. For 25 years, she asked her again and again whether she loves my mother, but the answer is no longer important. In 26 years, she met a 37-year-old uncle who liked to call her baby

My twenties, stumbling

Traveling through all kinds of professions in the world, becoming a human being in all kinds of worldly situations. I do my best to serve all living beings in the world. From the temple and the workplace to the fireworks in the market, from ancient crafts to emerging trends, there is a journey of identity and encounter. Traveling all over the world, meeting people in the world, seeing through the various ways of making a living, and understanding the ordinary things in the world.

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Cheng Ye is a very contradictory person. She loves this world because there are people she loves in this world. She hates this world because the love she feels is depressing and painful.

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Three years after losing her son, Lin Wan stayed at her empty home and tried to mend her broken life with her husband Chen Yu. She endured her grief and carefully maintained the remaining warmth, believing that all his late arrival and exhaustion were all traces of his unresolved pain. Until that unexpected piece of news and those abnormal details that were deliberately ignored, cold suspicion arose in my heart. Was the love and mutual support we once had sincere, or was it a carefully woven lie? Could it be that the home she had devoted all her efforts to protect had already hidden cracks, leaving her alone in her memories to deceive herself?

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Do you want to say that this story is pure fiction? That's too boring! Can you say it is absolutely true? Hey, that's even more nonsense! Can it be called a novel if it is absolutely true? As for whether the novel is true or not, it doesn't make much sense at all. The "truth" you see with your eyes and hear with your ears may not be true; the truth in stories is also different from the reality in life. Take Nomin for example. Some people said that she was haunted by demons, and whoever came close would be unlucky; others swore that they saw the shaman Gajile "come to God" with their own eyes, poking Nuomin with their fingers and shouting "The demon is here"! Immediately afterwards, a puff of green smoke "swooshed" out of Nuo Min's head, and flew into the sky in the blink of an eye, disappearing! Looking at Nuo Min again, he was as dumb as a log, and his soul must have been lost. The demon soul can run away, and of course it can come back. Garile is not sure when it will come back with a strike. It may just be the same "swish" thing as when it slipped away. It sounds like you have a nose and eyes, but is this true? The devil can explain it clearly!

Hello everyone, my name is Wei Wei. I am a hard-working student who works from 7 to 7. I would like to reiterate that I want to record my life, interesting things and emotional changes in my life to see how I have changed. I am looking forward to what I will be like in the future. If you are interested, you can take a look. If you are not interested, you can quit.

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[Travel through time and space + system + suspense reasoning + strong woman + evolution] "If you want to save her, come to my world-" On the night when his sister disappeared mysteriously, Shi Miao confronted the sinister and cold shadow in his dream. The other party's words were not only a provocation, but also a declaration of war. Shi Miao, who has a special constitution, was sent to Qingshan Taoist Temple for foster care by his parents since he was a child. He stayed there for twenty years. In order to find his missing sister, Shi Miao said goodbye to his master and went down the mountain to find the small town B&B where his sister was staying when she disappeared. The mysterious invitation, the key to the door to another world, the activated mission system, and the mysterious shadow lurking in the dark-- Following the traces of horses and horses, she opened doors to the unknown world and embarked on a dangerous journey to find her relatives.

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Wandering in the online world where reality and fiction are intertwined, there are carefully woven gentle traps everywhere. From daily small-sum routines to high-end fund scams, from old-fashioned scams to emerging AI scams in 2026, cutting leeks in circles, and emotional hunting, all kinds of scammers pretend to be relatives, friends, mentors, confidants, and official personnel, setting up layers to prey on people's greed and weakness. With an extremely immersive perspective, this book takes you personally to step into every online scam, completely replicating the chatting techniques, deception process, and psychological induction. It does not teach the methods of doing evil, but only dismantles all the harmful routines. It will help you see through all the sugar-coated temptations online, see through thousands of traps hidden in social networking, part-time jobs, financial management, games, and life. Understand that there are hunting grounds everywhere under the Internet, stay true to your heart, and stay away from all online traps.

If none of this had happened, would the outcome have been different?

The principles of interpersonal communication in the world are equally applicable between countries. Getting along with neighbors, visiting each other, making friends and alliances, reconciling disputes and reciprocating courtesy... The grand and serious diplomatic affairs are all ordinary human relations and sophistication when taken apart. This book breaks away from boring political provisions and professional theories, and uses the perspective of ordinary people to make friends and do things, to interpret the characters of various countries, the propriety of interactions, the balance of interests, and the wisdom of life. All national personalities and styles in the book are only the general trend of the public and do not represent all individuals. They are for fun reading only. From ancient diplomatic relations to modern exchanges, understanding the closeness and distance between mountains and rivers can not only understand the world pattern, but also understand the reality of interpersonal relationships. In various countries, learn to behave calmly and treat others sincerely.

Protagonist: Shen Xiaotang Zhao Changjin A language is a world! In the world of carving sticks, there is a language with beautiful scars, which is used to describe the colorful daily life of the Miao people, especially the observance and inheritance of wedding ceremonies. At the same time, there are no abstract people in the world. Each specific individual speaks his own specific language and builds his own pluralistic world. An unexpected encounter, a tangled love, and a two-way redemption. Shen Xiaotang and Zhao Changjin struggled in the years full of scars. The two walked hand in hand under the call of the engraving culture.

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My name is Wu Xia Mo. We are taught to be docile, sensible, and family-oriented from birth. The trajectory of our lives seems to have been written by the world. Unable to escape the expectations of the original family, unable to escape the involuntary marriage contract, and repeatedly pulled between the shackles of human relationships, the triviality of marriage, and the self. Some people say that women should just accept their fate, but the bouquet of buckwheat flowers in my heart still refuses to bow. This is the half-life of an ordinary woman, about tolerance, compromise, love, hate and awakening. In the daily life of fireworks, the unknown grievances and struggles of women are revealed.

In the winter of my sixth grade year, a new Chinese teacher came to the school. His surname was Chen. He had just graduated from the normal school and was a few years older than me. During her first class, she wrote a line on the blackboard: "Be poor and strong, and you will never fall into the clouds." She explained these seven words, and then asked who in the class thought they fit this sentence best. No one raised their hands. She walked off the podium and when she passed by me, she lowered her head and glanced at the old book I put on the corner of the table - the cover was still the calendar paper my mother used to wrap, and the edges were yellowed and curled, but every page inside was not dog-eared. She picked it up, turned it over, and then put it back. She said nothing.