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What kind of city are you looking for? "Looking for the City" - a modern fable about pursuit, loss, sinking and awakening, a strange journey across the spectrum of human nature. Follow the footsteps of dialects and step into these breathtaking cities of fantasy, and see the reflection of our own souls in the bizarre mirror images.

His name is Haizi, but he has never seen the real sea. The moment his mother's coffin was buried, he pressed the last glass marble into the wet mud in front of the grave - and also pressed the crying and scared child in his heart to death. The one who survives is a monster with the name "Haizi": he learned silence from his father's violent fists and tore his academic qualifications into pieces in front of the iron walls of the job market. When he thought the moonlight in Yunnan could suture the wound, the woman named Xiao Shuyao handed him a candy. The sweetness has not faded, but the cold water of reality has been poured on him: his friend jumped off the building because of the sky-high betrothal gift, the "salary negotiable" in the job advertisement became a coin for charity, and the words of his former childhood sweetheart, "He looks at me with dirty eyes", completely nailed him to the pillar of shame of a gutter rat. "Haizi? He's a child who died of drought, right?" He chewed the name and laughed in the dark night. Until the news of Xiao Shuyao's marriage came, the snow-white wedding dress made his eyes hurt. He walked toward the real sea, and the salty wind filled his borrowed old suit. This time, there was no mother's hand to hold him home. Is there a path to childhood buried under the deep sea?

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Away from the fast-paced hustle and bustle of life, return to work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Plant some vegetables, raise some geese, go fishing, and pick fruits. Taste the life of childhood and heal the flashy soul.

Life is all about searching for meaning, what is meaning. People are too busy and may not have time to think about this. Perhaps only after a sudden downtime can we have time to think about the meaning! A Yuan is the same, but he is very stupid. It takes a long time to think about a question, and sometimes he can't seem to come up with an answer even after thinking for a long time. But even so, he likes to think about it, because he feels that he is free at this time. He just thought and thought like this, until he met Celery. This woman was like a big mirror arranged by God for him, and it showed his life a little bit clearly.

In the midnight corner where urban neon lights cannot illuminate, the "Yelan" cafe quietly lights up its warm lights. This place does not sell cheap comfort, but only provides "correct" special drinks and conversations that go directly to the soul. Chef Yan, a barista who can see into the folds of the soul, uses cups of wonderful liquids such as "Decompression Bubble Cold Brew" and "Real Filter American" to catalyze visitors to face their inner undercurrents. Xiao Man, the energetic baker, awakens forgotten warm memories with the fragrant "Grandma's Cloud Crispy". Social beasts crushed by KPIs, Internet celebrities trapped in filters, retired professors who have lost their coordinates, gold-collar workers who have everything but feel nothing... All kinds of urban night-timers take off their disguises here. They return to the battlefield of life with Master Yan's "soul prescription" (a ridiculous little task, a metaphorical story, or a mysterious token), and quietly complete the ritual of self-repair in the residual warmth of coffee. This book uses gentle writing to weave a decoding map of modern anxiety. From the perspective of the protagonist Li Zhe, readers will push open the door of the "Night Night" in the blurred night, take a sip of a drink that hits the target, listen to a story that peels off the disguise, and finally discover: the power to repair life is never far away from the palm of one's hand.

I locked myself in my room, put on my headphones, and forced myself to write. Anyone who has read this book can be considered my friend. When the book is finished, the person passes away.

The author's unlucky daily life, updated from time to time

Lu Yuan, a sailor of the ocean-going cargo ship "Canglan", witnessed the murder of the captain by the first mate on a stormy night. The murderer knocked him unconscious and faked his accidental fall into the sea. The moment the cold water poured into his lungs, Lu Yuan grabbed the floating life raft. He drifted for three days and was rescued by the "Kurosaurus", only to find that he had become the number one suspect in the murder case and was wanted worldwide. Chen Xiazi, the lame ship doctor of the "Black Shark", took him in: "Want to live? I will become a 'dead man'." Lu Yuan shaved his head and permed his hair with horrific scars, becoming a mute coolie "ghost" amidst the smell of fish and sweat. Three months later, when he was unloading cargo at a dirty port in South America, he was shocked to find that the "Canglan" was as new as ever - and standing on the bow of the ship was the new captain and former first mate Zhou Tianxiong.

Legend of the Republic of China Artists Content summary: The legendary life of a theatrical troupe leader whose stage name is Jiu Sihong. After the Republic of China, the Anti-Japanese War, and post-liberation land reform. The children of the opera house in troubled times, with their grudges and hatreds, joy, anger, joy, sorrow and fear, singing and singing to the sound of wind and rain, tasted the taste of life and straightened the backbone of the nation.

Tourism: Traveling by cruise to five countries in Southeast Asia

Everyone has a story in their life and their own wonderful life. I'm here to share my fun and unhappy life.

Fang Yuan unexpectedly returned to the 1980s. In order to make up for the regrets of his previous life, he decided to take advantage of the future direction of the world to make a fortune so that his wife and daughter could live a happy life.

Online dating story

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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