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Whatever you record as you please is just a dream, and cannot be investigated or blamed.

This book is like a warm container, carrying every bit of my life. Here are the tender moments when the first ray of sunlight shines through the window sill in the morning, the unexpected encounter with an old friend on the street, and the profound understanding of struggling in difficulties and growing up in frustration. Every story is a gift from life, full of sincerity and love. I would like to share these stories, not to show off or lament, but to build a spiritual bridge in this noisy and troubled world. When you turn the pages of the book, you can find resonance, comfort, or the courage to face life. After all, we are all working hard to live in this vast world, and each other's stories may become a glimmer of light that illuminates the way forward for others.

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Hello everyone! I am very glad that you can follow me among tens of thousands of authors. My pen name is Liu Yihong and my nickname is Mr. Nanshan. The transcripts of this article "Mr. Nanshan" are some essays about my life. It is short in length and spans a long time. If you have any questions, please leave a message and I will reply one by one. Thank you again for your attention and support. Thank you. HYX

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It turns out that the definition of love is not the entanglement of your own personality, but comes from those people and things that have been closest to you that frequently flashed inspiration.

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The warmth and clouds when pushing away, The faint melancholy when I think of it, The cicadas chirp and the frogs sing, The moonlight is as cold as water. Who divides the changeable from the unchanging?

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What is life? Whether it's fishing by the river, rowing on the sea, standing on skis and jumping off the platform... It's also the fallen leaves being cleaned on the streets every day, the heavy cement bags carried on the shoulders, whether it's praises, insults, or humble pleadings... What life is like, no one can give a definition, you must live first and then live. Life is diverse, both beautiful and sad. The beautiful things always make people full of life, but even if they are not so beautiful, we must learn to lick the candy from the knife's gap. After all, this is life. Even if you fall down thousands of times, or even knock you into the dirt and never climb out, we still want to try again, take another step forward, and see what scenery is ahead. I am also an ordinary person, even a little unlucky, but I also think that some ups and downs in life make it more exciting. The reason why I wrote this article is to record the scenery and feelings in my life. There are bright street lights on the broad road, and there are also a few fireflies on the quiet dirt road. We always need to find some beautiful things in our lives to feel the beauty of this world.

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Under the limit, use words to approach the real limit.

Everyone's starting point is different, and their destiny is even different. With so many people in the world, there will always be a few who think the same as you! I was a rebellious child when I was a kid. I was unlucky when I was growing up. Fortunately, I had a selective mind that didn't remember things. Otherwise, I would have really roared. In reality, I was rejected from more than a dozen interviews, so I could only smile and continue to look for a job. Now I don't have good friends and I have to be alone wherever I go. But now I'm not afraid. Maybe this is reality. It's the same for everyone. The author's true story

"Either Loneliness or Mediocrity" is a guide to growth and breakthrough written by Luo Chen and Yi Mu, the authors of Grassroots Beidiao, for millions of young people who are unwilling to be mediocre. There are no counterattack myths in the book, only real and touching stories about Beidiao: from a college student who was defrauded of 20,000 yuan in online loans, to a professional who relies on his main business, side business, and financial management to gain a foothold; from a part-time worker who eats cold steamed buns to save money, to a "quasi-free man" who can control his life based on his ability. The author combines the scams he has stepped on, the consumption traps he has avoided, ways to break through in the workplace, and tips on managing money and saving money. He tells you: There is no free lunch in the grassroots world, but there is the possibility of "relying on loneliness for growth." Reject ineffective social interactions, allocate time well, choose the right career track, and save the first pot of gold... Each method comes from the author's personal practice; Zeng Guofan's "slow accumulation", Qian Zhongshu's "refuse to socialize", and Buffett's "compound interest thinking", each case provides a reference for grassroots breakthrough. If you are also a young person from an ordinary background who is struggling in a big city, if you are anxious about money, confused about your future, and uneasy about loneliness, this book will tell you: loneliness is not self-isolation, but concentration of active choice; mediocrity is not fate, but a status quo that can be changed with your hands. Endure the loneliness, steady your steps, and you will eventually find your own way to break through on your own.

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My pen name is Mo Ruo. I want to leave something in this world.

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Life is like a long journey, and you will encounter many people and things. It is also a beautiful thing to record the meaningful things.

Your name is Lin Fenghai. You are an ordinary real estate salesman, but you were exposed to something incomprehensible by chance.

Who I am? And the discussion between me and the world

It seems that we have arrived at Mr. Lu Xun's Herb Garden, but beneath all the desolation is a paradise of life.

A little stray cat Two little stray cats Three little stray cats ... This is the world of our Cat Cult! (This book focuses on a relaxing and healing atmosphere) (An interesting experience of a cat)

I have never met such a person. Getting along with him is more interesting than being alone with me. It just so happens...

Lin Yanyan was once labeled as a "scumbag", but she found her rhythm in the pre-school major of the technical college - using children's songs to record test points, using cardboard boxes as teaching aids, and easily passing the teacher qualification certificate. But because the market was saturated, she couldn't find a job. It wasn't until she was taking roller skating lessons with her niece Nian Nian that she watched the children jumping for joy chasing after the roller skating instructor, and the longing she had hidden for many years came to light. Yosei's first job after entering society was roller skating, and he made progress little by little every day. From being disapproved to parents trusting her to teach her children, from coaxing her to sleep and feeding her children to taking her children like the wind, Lin Yanyan gradually understood that the so-called "right path" is never certain, and living every "disapproved" as a confidence is the best life.

The bright moon is like frost, the wind is as good as water, the scenery is infinite, and I am alone. The distance towards each other is beyond the universe, there is no reason, I just love you endlessly.

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The flowers are half gone and have not reached the end of the day. The casual song "Autumn Scenery" in the third grade, the comically decided to write the story of wolves in the fifth grade, and after so many years, he has become a "great writer" in the mouth of friends. I turned over the notebook that I planned to write as a collection of poems, and thought that time would be cruel, so why not leave some words for future generations, maybe become famous again after death? Just continue. However, there are a lot of essays, and I am afraid that I will not be able to do it due to the pressure of study, so I have compiled them here.

When you read this text, I will be dead

How many memories do you have from your childhood? Follow the author's steps on a journey through childhood!

It's admittedly a story that's been a long time in the making, but the process of creating it may be about to become sloppy and crude. I decided to let go of everything. As long as I could complete it, I didn't care about the evaluation, I didn't consider whether it was wonderful or not, I didn't consider the wording to cater to the public, and I didn't suffer from the entanglement of the characters. Finish it, finish it, as long as I can finish it, I will have one less regret. Perhaps in this life, the pearl that can be bred in the clam is destined to not shine even if it has exhausted its nutrients. Life and death are the same as the light.

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Remember that this book is written for your future, to pave the way for your future. When you are desperate, check the contents of this book, and you will make great discoveries!

Discover the overlooked beauty in life

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Life is like a play, and in the end you have to consider what these things will leave behind, that is, play is like life.

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This book tells the story of a young Yi man named Long Xinyi in a small village in Weining County, Bijie City, Guizhou Province. He dropped out of elementary school before graduating and left that annoying and enviable campus. Because she went to school late, Long Xinyi dropped out of school and entered society after she reached the sixth grade. I was 16 years old that year. I've been working for so long and haven't found a suitable job, so what? I have always been homeless and wandering everywhere. The job Long Xinyi was looking for this time was in a restaurant. At that time, she was working in a restaurant with relatively high wages in Weining. The name of the restaurant was Chongqing Noodles, located at the intersection of Yanhe West Road. Because her academic qualifications limited Long Xinyi's imagination, she had no choice but to work as a waiter in a hotel, experiencing the ups and downs of ordinary people's workplaces. Whenever Long Xinyi thought of those things, she felt like she was in a dream. Maybe it's because it happened so long ago, or maybe it's because the people he met back then and the things that happened have almost no connection with him now. It was like having a dream. When you woke up from the dream, they disappeared. Time goes back to the days when Long Xinyi was wandering in Weining seven years ago. In this hotel, Long Xinyi met a determined friend and had an unforgettable love affair with Cai Yating. The cute and passionate Liu Qianqian, and the lively and cheerful Li Meiyan, who is sincere and hard-working.

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Unable to open chat history Has it been opened or closed? "Replace your sincerity with your sincerity, and it will be all in vain in the end?" Presented as a conversation

"There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and there are so many towers in the mist and rain." We have grown up all the way, owned all the way, but lost all the way, and sad all the way. Some people say, "There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and it will be straight when the boat reaches the bridge." I once believed it, but the flowers bloomed and fell, the clouds rolled and relaxed, and we had too many misunderstandings in the past. Things have changed after things have changed. Looking back, the mountains are long and the water is broad, and we do not owe each other. A smile, misty and helpless, gently evoked the shadow of memories. It was a tenderness that was hesitant to say, Mr. Ji, I'm sorry.

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