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Time is drunk, and people become confused, leaving many memories of the past behind and not mentioning them. Time is a child that cannot grow up, but we are growing day by day and competing with aging. Tiredness makes people sink into the quagmire, but we still have happy memories hidden in the valley of forgetfulness...

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This human theater is essentially a soulful and soulful performance. Every traveler who travels through this world carries a unique life script - it may be ups and downs like a thunderstorm, or it may be as clear as a stream; it may be as blazing as a wildfire burning in the wilderness, or it may be as lonely as a star in a cold pond. It's better to sit peacefully in the corridor of time. Be an open-minded listener and a compassionate appreciator. ? Don't rush to analyze right and wrong, and don't judge right and wrong arbitrarily. Just looking gently at the characters who are ups and downs in the plot, it's like watching the four seasons flow, flowers blooming and falling. And walk slowly. The world is full of chaos like thousands of streams. We only have a clear heart and walk slowly among the streets of the story. Look at the grievances gathering and dispersing like clouds, watching the friendship emerging like stars, and watching the invisible pen of fate outline the vicissitudes of reaching the same destination through different paths, or the despair of going completely opposite directions on different life sheets. And Xu Yin. For the regret that the wrong person passed by, I chanted half the remaining words, for the excitement of meeting on the narrow road, I made half a sound, and for the relief that the dust has settled, I warmed half the moonlight... What I sing is about other people's experiences, but what I see is the background of the world that is common to all living beings - the itch of not wanting, the pain of separation from love, the cocoon of resentment and resentment, are originally the birthmarks of life that we all share. ? Why bother? Why get stuck? Cut half a foot of flowing cloud into a mat and place it calmly. In this vast narrative scroll, be a passer-by with a smile on your lips, touching every soul mark with your eyes - neither startled nor disturbed, neither welcomed nor rejected.

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Fantasy and magic. Qi Chentian, Wuchang Yi. One thought, one wind, one dust and one dust. Promise thoughts for three lives and eliminate evil in all directions. Therefore, the old dust is gone, and the absolute joy is added. With heaven, we can be our home for nine lifetimes.

These are my dreams that have withered before they bloomed. Here I write down my past with Yi Xiaoxi. Record my unfulfilled dreams.

The sweet memories of the past made him fall into a lot of self-strangulation...

God allowed me to meet you and let me fall in love with you, but he also staged a drama of not being able to love you.

There are always some sudden little beauties in life, which are easily washed away by reality, so it can be recorded. If someone can read it, they can feel the quiet beauty of life like me, and the same little things happen at a certain time and place. What a surprise. At least when I read it, I once had so many thoughts, and once... Lived clearly and hard.

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The process of how a modern person travels to the world of cultivation and uses his mobile phone to cultivate immortality.

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When she was ten years old, her father died of illness under a pear tree. Lin Wan learned to keep silent before crying. At the age of twelve, her mother had no choice but to remarry. She became "sensible" prematurely in the cold eyes and violence. At the age of twenty-four, her mother passed away from the torture of brain cancer. The words "you are the only one I'm sorry for" and the death of her stepfather soon after, made her an "orphan" at the age of twenty-five. She condensed the scars of childhood abuse, the "inaction" of her loved ones and sudden loss into a hard unforgiveness. At the age of thirty, she used "freedom" as a shield to stay away from the ruins called "home", opened a shop, wandered, and indulged in the present, but she could not escape the "moisture of life" deep in her soul.

Setaria grass grows in the weeds, either in the scorching sun or in the severe cold, with its waist lowered, dancing in the wind, singing in a low voice, but no one is watching. Year after year, it hopes to run unscrupulously and sweep away the depression in its heart, just like Zhang Cheng's poem He lived an ordinary life, but he was unwilling to be ordinary. He wanted to be high but was destined to be low. From his family being in trouble, to fleeing everywhere, to being separated from his relatives, to being separated from his lover, and making mistakes..., He went through hardships and many tests, and finally got a chance to be reborn in Nirvana.

One special night, a song, and a sudden online chat connected a pair of lovers who did not know each other. The distance between the two people narrowed, and the two hearts continued to get closer through each experience. A "sudden" love began here...

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A little boy went from being a genius who was denied by everyone to becoming a loser. Finally, he met a noble man and studied hard and was admitted to a public vocational and technical college.

The ignorant boy once dreamed of traveling to the end of the world with a sword. He experienced too many things and met all kinds of people. He missed his youth...

The high-speed train has been speeding towards its destination of Hangzhou City for more than five hours. It is now 11 noon Beijing time. Zhong Yuanliang is leaning against the car window, looking intently at the green mountains and green waters outside the window, thoughtfully. Career is over, where to go? When love ends, where does it go? Leaving might be the best start, but eight years of work and love experiences flashed through his mind intermittently like movie clips.

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Talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense

Zhou Yu was blind in his previous life. He fell in love with the wrong person and was sent to prison by that woman. He was tortured and died miserably. After his rebirth, he vowed to cut off his love, be cold-hearted and never make the same mistakes again. However, this woman went out of her way and tried her best to vow to be by his side. "Zhou Yu, in this life, I am willing to give everything I have to make up for the past. I just ask you to change your mind." There were tears in her eyes and her voice was choked. Little did he know that after he passed away in her previous life, she died alone and regretted for half her life. At the cost of sixty years of hard work, she just wanted to renew her relationship in the next life...

In his previous life, Qin Feng was a useless second son from the countryside. He was bullied by his brother and sister-in-law, looked down upon by his mother-in-law, and even his wife suffered as well. After resurrecting his life, when he opened his eyes, he happened to catch up with the family separation war in 1986! Everyone expected him to sign the autograph and leave the house, and even his wife was bullied on the spot? This time he won't tolerate it anymore! He turned against her, turned over the table, turned over the dishes, slapped everyone in the face on the spot, hugged her beloved wife and swore: "My wife can only be loved by me!" From building fish ponds, starting a side business, selling goods in demand on the black market, to taking the lead in business, Qin Feng rose step by step, turning a once poor family into a nest of wealth, and doting on his wife to become a "white, rich and beautiful" that everyone envied! -- The villagers called him a madman. When he watched TV, rode a motorcycle, and built a two-story building, the whole village was dumbfounded! "How did that loser become the richest man in the village?!"

"The Night Is Somewhat Cool" was written by him for his own quiet life. He likes words, and he likes to record some moments in life in this way to commemorate the years and those real beauties.

Tonight, the wind howled outside the window, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, accompanied by a shocking loud noise, and heavy rain poured down. On the hillside of Yaojialing, clusters of blooming honeysuckle were swayed left and right by the water droplets, and the thin golden buds stretched toward the sky, waiting for an opportunity to bloom.

Under the umbrella of August Hibiscus flowers bloom quietly Spread into a long line of longing in the wind Your heart is the cloud in the sky You can see it, but you can't always grasp it. Looking up at you wandering in the world of mortals I can only laugh and then deeply lost As a result, loneliness took root in my heart grow a thick shell But you never saw through it

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The soil in the countryside is mixed with weeds and wild flowers. Every autumn, the crooked neck persimmon tree at home can bear slow fruits. Grandma always wears small rubber shoes and picks many fruits in the small mud ditch and puts them in the rice barn. Although they are red and a bit astringent, they are still sweet in general. Sometimes I wonder how persimmons like this grow in the faintly smelly creek.

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? The mourning lasts only three years, which shows the people that there will be an end. The words of the ancients are inappropriate today. Today's mourning is the end, I would like to call the world's mourning, the end of humanity.

Life is about making mistakes, making them again and again, and starting over.

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In the past, there was a man named Attitude. His life went through a series of changes, from being respected by everyone to being depressed. Everything made him lose hope. However, an accidental opportunity allowed him to touch the top of the world and changed his crazy life. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

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I will survive in various dangerous places for 60 days.

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The story begins in 2008, when Chinese society was undergoing rapid development and profound changes. With the advancement of economic globalization and the rapid development of Internet technology, the country has made world-renowned achievements in various fields. Against this background, the first batch of post-90s generation also ushered in a new stage of their lives. From the ignorant 18-year-old who entered society to the middle-aged threshold of 35 in 2025, they actively or passively make various choices driven by the tide of the times. The fate of each person is closely linked to the development of the country, showing different life outlooks and value pursuits.

We are all where we are, we just don't want to look back.

I practice medicine in the countryside with the skill of smelling body fragrance. One day, I met a lady with a magical fragrance. She was suffering from an unspeakable disease, and the antidote was actually related to men...

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Luo Qingqing, Ye Guiming, raised his eyes, but saw no shadow... This is a tragic story... His biological parents didn't love him, but they died in that car accident... His adoptive parents were imprisoned for five years for raising him... In this world, the grandfather who was the best to me also died on the streets with heavy snow in the cold winter... And the girl he loved most also died of leukemia...

Suddenly I decided to record every bit of my life so that everyone can know the most ordinary experiences of a little person like me. The sweet, sour, spicy and salty flavors are all there! I am already the father of two children. Not only do I have to face the rapids of life, I can also be considered full of hope for the future.

Use a broken pen to draw a picture of memory.

This is an autobiographical novel that describes some episodes in the rural life of an intellectual young man who went to the countryside. In order to increase the readability of the story, the characters in the article are all pseudonyms, and some characters and events have been changed in roles and literary descriptions while basically remaining the same, and some fictional plots have been added. Due to the long time, it is inevitable that one thing will be missed, and there will inevitably be certain time errors and spatial errors. But in general, this article tries its best to restore what I experienced during the period of going to the countryside and every bit of those passionate years. The period of four years and four months from July 1974 to November 1978 is the most unforgettable period in my life. It is also the happiest and happiest period of my life so far. For the vast majority of educated young people who went to the countryside, the days of participating in productive labor in the countryside were both difficult and unbearable, and could even be said to be unbearable to look back on. As time goes by, many literati and people who have experienced it, most of them with tears in their eyes, told people from different sides and different perspectives about that unforgettable period, when they worked hard in the fields with their faces turned to the loess and their backs to the sky, they tasted the ups and downs of the world, and they had to fight hard and trek hard for their livelihood. And I am the lucky one among them. Some people say that I have a good life, while others say that I have met a noble person to help me. In any case, I once experienced a period of hard times, but soon due to the changes in the working environment and living conditions, I started the happiest period of my life.

As a new writer, I will try my best to write better works. Please bear with me if there are any flaws.

One morning, Chen Chen woke up in the hotel. I found a strange woman lying next to me. The woman said to him: "Chen Chen, I want to become a cat." The story begins with this sentence. . (Introduction is weak, move to the text)