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In Memoriam - Idol

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On the morning of going to work, I passed by a magnolia field, which was full of red. I remembered how beautiful and elegant it was a few days ago. I have always heard that magnolia is the flower of gratitude, so I will remember it in seven lines.

A middle-aged girl who often travels between Shenzhen and Hong Kong; life essays; life observations

It's a novel, but it's not a novel. Does genre matter? It's just some accumulated words, searching for the destined person in the ethereal universe. If there is a chance, see you again; if not, I wish you well, a happy mood and a long life.

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Challenge of drinking salt water for 90 years

Everyday moments, thoughts and thoughts. Some dispensable fragments and gossip in life.

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I've seen you here, there, somewhere, somewhere.

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Ordinary people convey warmth in mutual aid in the community, and use small kindnesses to gather the power to change lives. It shows that "big love" is not a grand narrative, but hidden in daily persistence.

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Pure stream of consciousness, no literary talent, just like listening to sleep talk.

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He is just a passing poet, and his poems are written just because he likes them.

Life is like water soaked in a jar. It will slowly ferment after soaking for a long time. As for what the taste is like, you and I actually don't know. It's just that when the wind blows, it drifts away, very far away, and all we can do is watch... Have you ever suffered from life? For your love, for your work, for the lingering tiredness before you fall asleep... Or even more, I hope this book can express the emotions that we often keep in our hearts and dare not talk about. Whether you are a working person, a student or an entrepreneur, I hope to give you some inner resonance and comfort through my similar experiences with you, because you are never alone...

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The combination of one short story after another may be a casual thought, but those people who care about the years tenderly and amaze them all fascinate me. I hope you can like it too.

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Revealing people's re-understanding of the surroundings in contemporary life, reflecting on life, reflecting on life, and reflecting on the times.

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A girl's solo trip to Nanchang is also a journey that spans several years.

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Some short stories written by life emotions

We Meet the Future (Diary Essay)

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No matter how ordinary a day is, it has its meaning. I would like to write this book to commemorate the past days.

The fragments I remember when I wake up from the dream may slowly take root, become full of content, and become stories.

Jasmine's story tells the daily trivialities and life insights of girl Jasmine

Our time - like the shadow cast in the sunset, the imprint left on our hearts seems to be stamped and cannot be erased! Time passes between our fingers, and our beautiful things are forgotten and picked up again! The further my steps go, the more my heart leans back; a sea has formed there, with a boat drifting and nowhere to dock.

In the past, pain made me suffer, but now pain makes me more awake! I seem to be living in an empty world, and pain brings me a feeling of despair. I am like a wanderer, no one cares about me. This feeling always makes my life full of hope. I am more and more energetic. Writing articles and my inner words have become the pillars of my spirit and soul. Poor people, I have already thought of how to describe them with sympathetic words, hateful people, I have already thought of how to use angry words to describe them, and sad people, I have also thought of how to use sad words to describe them. The bad articles I write can also make me savor them for a long time. I am both an author and a reader. "Works" are the best thing for self-comfort. No matter when and where I am, I always want to pick up a pen and write. My sadness, fear, and pain are completely immersed in words. Even if I wander on the streets and sleep in the open, I can't lack paper and pen. I know that "learning" will eventually become my tiredness and resistance to fear. It must be after my old age! Some people may think that my articles are exaggerated, but they are all written based on feelings, and words keep popping up in my mind to fill the manuscript paper. There is no arrogance in my writing, because except for those who educate me and those who can be called mentors, everything is just caused by jealousy. Words do not win honors, but they are definitely the best way to express psychological feelings. All my fantasies come true under the collision of the tip of the pen and the words.

Stories and life, reality and imagination, stories in reality and life in imagination.

In the memory of the wind, there are flowers, grass, rain, dew, and sunshine. There is also withering and withering.