Library

When Zhou Yu, a rigorous and rational computer science student, met Xu Nuanyang, a talented girl from the liberal arts college, a rare old book and a sudden rain intertwined the two parallel lines. Zhou Yu's world was composed of codes and logic, until he met the girl in the library who burst into tears over the poem. From poetry recitations to AI literature projects, from late-night conversations in cafes to supporting each other in front of their grandfather's hospital bed, they discovered unexpected resonances in each other's worlds. When Xu Nuanyang's grandfather, a literary figure, suddenly became seriously ill, Zhou Yu protected her vulnerability in the way of a science and engineering student; and when he fell into confusion in life, Xu Nuanyang's writing became his warmest salvation. "The world kissed me with pain and asked me to repay it with song." But if I have you, even scars can turn into starlight. This is a story about the collision of difference and complementarity, rationality and sensibility. When code meets poetry, when logic embraces romance, they will eventually understand that the most touching warmth is to make each other a better version of themselves.

Regarding Xiaomeng's physical examination today. Life is full of episodes, some are good, some are bad, some are happy, some are happy and some are troublesome...

When we have to bow to reality, we might as well live in another way.

The thoughts I wrote to her may just be random!

That summer Jiang Qingmu met his little sun-Liu Yunshen "Yun Shen, do you think we can meet again in the next life..." "Of course we can definitely meet there." "Then can you recognize me first when we meet again?" "Of course" -- "Jiang Qingmu! Turn back! Watch the fireworks!" Jiang Qingmu turned around and saw the sky full of fireworks. The young man's youthful face was engraved in her heart under the fireworks. -- "Jiang Qingmu, why are you shy? If you like me, just tell me..." "I'm... Scared" "I'm here" "I... I like you" "What? Jiang Qingmu! Louder! I can't hear you!" "Liu Yunshen! I like you!" Dong dong dong... Whose heartbeat is it... Their story was being rewritten that summer... "Mumu... I like you... I really like you..." "Me too!" -- "I like you more today than yesterday!" "Me too!"

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An ordinary college student's struggle in the tide of the times I would like to write this book to commemorate my road to public examination.

Each leaf is imprinted with the wind-kissed arc - the stretch of the circle, the tenderness of the heart, or the flame beating between the saw teeth; Everyone walks in his own unique vein, counting the joys and sorrows woven by time; Every inch of land breathes the unrepeatable monsoon, creating the secret language of mountains and rivers in the alternation of morning and dusk. Until a certain moment, a familiar wind passes through the vines of memory, Thousands of swaying leaf shadows on the branches suddenly folded back to the previous page. I suddenly realized: It turns out that time has never gone far, it is just hidden on the back of a leaf, waiting for you to pick up the falling morning light that year.

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Jigezhuang Village is 20 miles east of the south of Leting County. There is a primary school in the village. When I lived there with my mother, I was still a child, but it left me with many mottled memories. Now I think about it with affection. At that time, my parents lived in two places and worked in different places. My mother was teaching there and she had to take care of me. The weather was tough, spring, summer, autumn and winter.

If you can't say it out loud, I'll write it to you. Record my unforgettable and unforgettable pain

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There is a road beside the trees at the edge of the field. Everyone calls it the Cow Road.

In this vast sea of ​​people, it's great to meet someone like you who makes me happy~

Watermelon is the best fruit in summer, love should come at the right time. "Although there are greenhouses now, you can eat watermelon all year round. But as long as you don't eat watermelon in the summer, the feeling in your mouth will not be as refreshing and sweet. Instead, it will be like a precisely manufactured product that is industrially manufactured. I think love now is also driven by purpose. I want to be single. I can't live alone. I want better and more, something that can better satisfy my personal desires." As everyone knows, life is better to live well by yourself first. When love belongs to its season, it will bloom naturally.

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These are all dreams I had, I just wrote them down casually, maybe adding things I read.

From the beginning of high school as an ordinary person to the relationship in the forties, life essays

This article describes the multiple aspects of home with delicate brushstrokes, full of warm memories and deep nostalgia.

The story begins where it ends.

I will record my nightmares, hoping that I will no longer be afraid of sleeping... And won't be bothered by ethereal things.

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Those moments of inspiration in life

A story about repeat reading

The value of a person's thinking is not right or wrong, but whether he can see his own path. My words are just a mirror, what should be reflected is your own inner trajectory. A true thinker sees his or her own answers through the eyes of others. This is not the transfer of knowledge, but a dialogue of the soul - thinking truly completes its mission when you break free from my limitations.

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Savor it carefully, it's not that obscure

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works! In all my works, I accidentally made all the chapters into the first volume, so I have to revise it and restore everything to a continuous um questionnaire.

This is my first short story. It may be a little sloppy, but it is a true record of everything. This is the first story that I started, and it is also the first ship I set sail on. When the snow in autumn becomes continuous, I know when to go on! Those who are close to my feelings and listen to my thoughts will always be more persistent in innovation. The story is very long and will become more and more interesting!

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Messy, imaginative, poetic and vernacular, I have everything you like. (It's all due to fate that I don't update anymore~)

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A lonely person's reflections at night!

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A cubicle-room tragicomedy focusing on small employees! In the Shura field of a small company where the boss makes a fuss and colleagues fight secretly, hilarious and heart-wrenching daily life stories are unfolding.

The inadvertent touch is the shadow of the regrets left behind, and the emotional moment has memories...

In my life, I always seem to be dealing with dust... When the ground is plowed at the beginning of spring, the dirt and debris are splashed on the trouser legs, mixed with sweat and formed a crust. After the summer harvest, the wheat bran is wrapped in ashes and swirling in the wind. Even if you squint, you have to keep your eyes open to see the golden wheat grains falling into the cloth bag. In winter, the sparks from the stove jump out and fall on the apron, burning small holes. The smell of smoke penetrates into the cotton-padded jacket and cannot be washed away. They say I live a rough life, but isn't that what life is like...? Like the 30-year-old iron pot on the stove, the bottom is blackened by the heat and the edges are chipped, but the porridge is still steaming hot. People in the village came and went, and the adobe houses collapsed and were rebuilt. I squatted on the threshold and smoked dry cigarettes, watching the smoke rings mixed with the stove smoke floating upwards, floating into the sky and then dissipating. Someone asked me, what do you want to do in this life? Hmm... I pointed to the corn drying in the yard, the kernels were so plump and shiny, and then pointed to the old dog napping under the wall. What are you picturing? Don't put out the fire in the stove, don't let the porridge in the pot get cold. When you open your eyes the next day, you can still step on the soil in the yard and smell the smoke from the neighbor's chimney. The leaves of the old locust tree outside the courtyard wall have fallen and grown longer... I count the circles drawn by the annual rings on the bark of the tree. The more circles I draw, the more circles I draw, but my waist becomes more and more bent... The grave on the west head has been replaced with new soil, and the monument just erected last year is covered with moss this year. When the wind blows, the grass on the grave swishes, yellowing and kissing, kissing and yellowing again... It is more stubborn than human life! ________ What is the rest of my life wrapped in dust and smoke... It's the day itself...

The script is a short story written in the form of a trailer. The male protagonist is Xu Yang and the female protagonist is Jiang Bingyan. The article is purely fictional. This short story is "The Spy of Time" and its extra chapter, "The Wind Cat Meets the Branches" and its extra chapter, and "Yu. Souei" and its sequels~

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