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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.

Simple and real feelings are given to us who yearn for freedom.

This article takes chronicle feelings as its theme, The words in the article are not worth mentioning. Everyone can read it and take suggestions.

Lost in dreams

Deduct 1 to get hellfire

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She and her bean bag, the bean bag is his bond at any time

Time has passed, and when I look back, more than half of my life has passed. Looking at yesterday with both eyes, everything is hurt. I have failed my time, I have failed my relatives, I have failed my children, I have failed myself, but I have not failed that heartless and indifferent man... After passing through the wasted years, passing through the scenery of provinces and cities, and having long-distance love affairs thousands of miles away, all I got in the end was scarred myself. Looking up at the water on the horizon and the sea in the distance, they are all out of reach. The sea can accommodate hundreds of rivers. Only when you see the sea do you realize how big the sea is and how small people are. The helplessness of life, the desire to survive, I feel that every day of existence is very tiring, I feel that every moment of life is very hard, it is a hardship for myself and others. I suffered from the ignorance of my youth, easy come, easy go, all the grass and trees are flying all year round... Time has passed, but I can't get over the trauma in my heart these years...

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The story of life is written with this sentiment in every experience, but always before we can read it carefully, the next stop starts to urge us on the road.

Maybe I am dissatisfied with reality, I would like to live in fantasy

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Feelings about destiny over the past 15 years

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A story about the joy and troubles of raising sheep

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Live your life as you please. To travel in a poor world, you can only be good to yourself.

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Who shuts the heart into the island of memory

Yifeng, a little woman who likes to understand and record life

If you like someone very much, you will always like someone.

There will always be princesses in beautiful fairy tales, but you are the only princess in my world.

At the moment when your heart beats, even if a moth flies into the flame, you will still have the courage to pursue it, even if there is no result. Longing will also be filled with the moonlight and melt into the warmth of tears.

Collected Works of Fang Xiang: Essays on Life. Ordinary life has been turned into a wine of words. There are fireworks at the market in the early morning, strolling on the streets at dusk, contemplation in the face of setbacks, and the heartbeat of encountering beauty. The author uses delicate brushstrokes to piece together the fragments of life into moving chapters, allowing you to rediscover the passion and true meaning of life in daily moments. Make a collection of personal works and articles to commemorate.

Life, how can it always be sweet? It's interesting to have all kinds of flavors like sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, oily, hemp, etc. Mixed together.

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In this world, I can't find my direction more and more, I can't find anyone, I can't feel the love Also known as "The Malice of the World"

It was a cold winter night, the moonlight was blocked by thick clouds, and only a few stars dotted the night sky. My friend Ju Ba and I, two young and frivolous teenagers, carried bird nets on our backs and held flashlights, and embarked on a journey to the grassland beside the reservoir in the west of the village. Our goal was to capture the birds that came out to feed at night. Although this behavior may seem childish now, at that time, it was the greatest fun in our hearts. The night was getting darker and darker, and we moved forward cautiously along the winding path. The trees on the roadside swayed in the cold wind, making a rustling sound, as if they were telling something. The Erdaogou beside the reservoir looks like a giant black python, lying quietly in the night, looking particularly eerie. We are already familiar with the ghost stories here, but when we were young, we always had a fearless courage and wanted to explore the unknown territory. Finally, we arrived at our destination. A vast expanse of grassland lay before our eyes, and the chirping of birds could be heard from time to time in the grass. We sprang into action, lighting up the grass with flashlights and catching the panicked birds with bird nets. Soon, we had a good harvest, each of us caught more than 20 birds. We excitedly waved the bird nets in our hands, and laughter echoed in the night sky However, at this moment, an inexplicable chill suddenly hit. We looked up and saw that not far ahead, on the edge of Erdaogou, a thick fog suddenly rose. The fog quickly spread and surrounded us instantly. The light of the flashlight became weak and blurry in the fog, and we seemed to be in a mysterious and terrifying world.

Beautiful articles every day, updated every day. I hope to get your attention and give me the motivation to continue creating, thank you!

A new father wrote a letter to his son, telling about his parenting journey and self-reflection, recording every moment of his daily life with his son, and hoping to grow together with his son through self-reflection.

This is a diary about a young man born after 1996 from elementary school to junior high school to high school to university, and finally in society. It includes losses and gains, joys and sorrows, love, career, etc.; What is ignorance what is ready to move What is fighting spirit What is the end of all hardships? I have a story, do you have wine?

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This is a book about how two cats saved one\

I have stories, expectations for society, strangers to everyone, a stranger, and speculations about others. Don't worry about others.

Some essays in my spare time, I hope you will enjoy them.