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In the 1960s, on an isolated island in Haiphong, the upright and honest officer Lu Zhenhai met the pretty and elegant nurse Su Wanqing. One is a soldier who came out of the countryside and is full of fireworks, and the other is a woman who comes from a small family and prefers dignity and gentleness. The difference in status and habits makes the two of them look at each other from the beginning, but gradually get closer. There are no vigorous oaths, only daily necessities. Noisy fights are the norm, and mutual accommodation is the deepest love. They accompanied each other in the sea breeze and worked together over the years, turning their days of nothingness into a long and steady life. Half a lifetime of ups and downs, a lifetime of companionship, the most ordinary stay together is the most touching love.

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The main line is club management + the road to the basketball world championship. With a high starting point, they left everything behind and chose their dreams. Will it be successful in the end, or will it backfire? There is no group portrait of the heroine. Easy start, dark reality. Counter-routine. There are no actual stars or teams in reality. It also involves entertainment, business wars, political intrigue, black technology, and the aesthetics of pain... Atypical positive energy! There is tribute, emphasis on logic, and emphasis on science. There are different people and different things. There is sincere and touching family affection and friendship. (Extreme and paranoid may be...) Open ending scheduled. Companion volume (new novel) scheduled.

In the past fifty years, Si Nan was able to persevere and spend his youth calmly despite the many difficulties in life. When he entered his old age, he slowly recalled his youth, lingering on it, still beautiful, yearning for a new life, and being nostalgic for some friends and that sincere relationship in that land.

What I want to say is actually the story of my father. My father's experience is as twists and turns as shown in all movies and TV works, but he never told me lightly about the difficulties of his youth. He only confided in me when he was over 30 years of drinking and no one else was around. I have lived in my father's experience many times. To be honest, I can't be a father, so I admire my father even more.

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About the author: Name: Li Jianhai Age: 16 Political outlook: Communist Youth League member With prose as the bone, he records the specific texture of the fireworks in the world; with miscellaneous poems as the wings, he expresses his poetic odes to the various aspects of life. The work closely adheres to the theme of "reality" and refuses suspended expression. The author focuses his lens on all living beings, from the sufferings of the people to the brilliance of human nature, from the changes of the times to the small blessings in daily life. He outlines the long scroll of society with calm brushwork and soothes the secular soul with warm verses. Between rough life and exquisite poetry, this book builds a bridge to the heart.

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An ordinary social creature, relying on a pen that can modify reality, built an invincible safe zone in a strange disaster.

The Little Writers Association obtained Level 3 and Level 6

Dust is the foundation of the Tao, pride is the heart of the Tao, and birth is the path of the Tao. Although the heaven and the earth are unkind, all things are not like stupid dogs; although the great road is ruthless, the paths of all living beings are not exhausted. The avenue is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, leaving only a glimmer of hope. With my way, the universe will be determined, with my actions, I will reach the top!

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Write about the rough life of a disabled person

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During the Gengzi New Year, I lived in Dumen; I was nostalgic and talked about "Rat Man". Rat people are people born in the Year of the Rat. Born in Wuzi, he was born in Gengzi, Renzi, Jiazi, Bingzi, and Wuzi; now he is Gengzi, so this is his natal life, and he is seventy years old. A rare person from ancient times has a lot of history, and he picked it up at will, which is a piece of writing.

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The ups and downs of three generations of an ordinary family describe China's magnificent journey from standing up, getting rich, and entering a new era, echoing the historical narrative and spiritual core of "Into a New Era".

An old man who lost his memory walked through nine families with a heart that he had cultivated in 77 years, allowing those who were trapped in his own way to see himself.

In normal times, I always like to look up at the sky Whether you are happy, excited, sad, worried or confused...

Zheng Haimin embarked on a road away from his hometown and came to the city. Here he realizes what is the real world, what is the real human being, and what is the real society.

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Your fate is up to God, not you

The dialogue between contemporary enlightened people and us strives to trigger a dialogue between us and ourselves. Pursue spiritual improvement. The truth is not within the three realms, and it can only be realized by jumping out of reincarnation! ! !

Su Yuanshan, HiSilicon's chief architect, was reborn and returned to 1991. In this era where AMD still relies on imitating Intel to survive. He started with EDA to seize the opportunity before the Wassenaar Agreement. Create a blue sky for the domestic semiconductor industry. The rise of a great power starts from the core! --------------------The new book "From Black Technology to Super Project" has been released

In 1995, a letter ten years late changed Si Zhu's life. Why did his mother leave without saying goodbye? He wanted an answer. However, looking at his impoverished family, he decided to be happy first before questioning. A handsome but unremarkable dad who has good luck with his career. The second brother of the wilted Ba people who does big things. The third child who takes shamelessness to the extreme, and the fourth child who looks down on everyone fairly. Silly Zhu said, "The team is a bit difficult to lead, but who is this buddy? As long as you are thick-skinned, you can achieve 90% success in any difficult task." Good-looking skins are all the same, but interesting souls can only be picked out from a million. Let's take a look - Shazhu's tossing life.

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The cold violence of his native family, the blow of failure in the college entrance examination, the frustration in the workplace, and the betrayal of love pushed him to a desperate situation. I once stopped taking medication without authorization and almost died, I once avoided social contact and isolated myself, and I once felt that living was torture. But I didn't give up. From drug control to cognitive awakening, from escaping trauma to facing regret, from self-loathing to reconciliation with the world, this was a decade-long self-salvation. There is no chicken soup, it is all a real experience of blood and tears. When he finally came out of the haze, he realized that depression is not a terminal disease. If you accept imperfection, you can crawl back to the world from hell.

Write well with care

This book will be an autobiography, recording all aspects of my life at the age of 30, and leaving it to my older self for approval.

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When Lin Mo was six years old, his father walked out of the fire, and everyone called him a hero. He didn't know that his father would change dressings alone at night. He didn't know that when his father was seventeen, a girl let go of his hand and fell into the rain. Later, during the fire, my father was dragged out of the fire, holding a burnt bear in his hand. Later, my father was sentenced and served six years in prison. Later, my father came back and sat in that position and never moved again. It took Lin Mo twenty years to understand that hand. The hand that had been shaking for a lifetime finally stopped shaking. The hero is not uninjured, he just never allows himself to let go.

Follow Uncle Wang to grow greenhouses

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My name is Amber, and I live in Eternal Night City, a place that can accommodate millions of desires, but not a trace of sincerity. I have been repairing old books for ten years. I can repair the broken pages, but I cannot repair a life torn apart by human nature. The hypocritical filial son, the miserable liar, the backstabbing friend, the gentle devil... The people I have seen all wear the most perfect masks and hide the dirtiest thoughts. From book repair shops in the old city to dilapidated houses in shantytowns, I was deceived, robbed, and ignored. Finally, I lay in a crumbling building, waiting to be buried by the rubble. There has never been light in the Evernight City. The selfishness and indifference of human nature are the most unsolvable nightmare in the world.

I am Chen Shihao, courtesy name Hanyuan, and my own original poems

My wine is a unique product.

The protagonist of the story is a rural person who lived a hard life since he was a child. When he grew up, he went out to work hard. Later, he married a wife and had children. In order to achieve their dream, the couple lived frugally. They finally broke out and opened a factory and became their own bosses in other provinces. The income was also good. As the days passed, the children grew up, married and had children. It was supposed to be While enjoying family happiness, bad news suddenly came to him. Amin was seriously ill and could not be cured until his death... His elderly parents, the white-haired man, gave the black-haired man a gift, and his wife was given money to marry him, leaving nothing to the children and the male protagonist's parents. The house was moved cleanly, except for a house in his hometown that could not be moved, and no pots, pans, or pots were left behind.

Share your thoughts and discuss with others

The spirit of heaven and earth, your spirit and my spirit.

He was born with a pair of cold lenses, able to see through the silent grammar behind interpersonal emotions. Family affection is a tight initial agreement, and society is a huge operating program. He observes calmly, decodes pain, and travels alone in a system called "growth". Until grandma's unconditional love, like a wrong but warm data packet, broke through all his logical defenses. And an ultimate protocol review called "Family" is marking him as a system vulnerability that needs to be fixed urgently. From then on, on the ruins where rules and true feelings intertwined, he launched a desperate and solemn reverse engineering - not for domination, not for destruction, but just to answer: How can we write our own, true heartbeat in a preset world.

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They were inseparable from high school and college, to entering life, and then separated due to reality. A love with a name as a prophecy begins with marriage and ends with separation, and finally ushered in new hope.

Liu Mang returned to his hometown to raise bamboo rats and lost all his sister-in-law's 50,000 hard-earned money. Liu Mang was ridiculed by the whole village as the most destructive god. Until he fell off the cliff and accidentally awakened the ancient immortal vine inheritance! A drop of immortal spring transformed a sick rat into a ginseng bamboo rat in an instant. Even though the price increased fivefold, it was still snapped up by five-star hotels. Starting with 3,000 sick rats, the net profit was 1.4 Million yuan after 10 days! From a bankrupt college student who was laughed at, to a living god of wealth who single-handedly made the whole village rich. Liu Mang's counterattack all relied on the Xianquan plug-in. "Compare breeding with me? Do the bamboo rats you raise have the same fragrance as mine?"

I studied hard for twelve years and ranked among the top ten in the province's mock exam. My goal was Qingbei. However, my account was forced to log out one minute before the volunteer report was cut off. When I logged in again, my first choice had been changed to a second college I had never heard of...

Forty years, a muddy yellow river, an old wooden boat brushed with tung oil three times. The ferryman Zhou Shuigen was illiterate and could only recognize his own surname written backwards. He untied the cable at 5:40 every morning and ferried countless people from one shore to the other - there were vegetable vendors going to the market, young people who went south to work, and mothers who committed suicide with their infants in their arms. He never asked about the coming and going of his guests, but only kept the eight words written in charcoal by his father before his death: The water is the water of the Qingjiang River, and the roots are the roots of the roots. Until a woman wearing a navy blue trench coat appeared at the ferry. When she paid for the boat, the coins carried her body heat. She said she owed 1,300 yuan. She said her daughter loved painting. She said the stationery store with a red sign on the other side of the river had the cheapest beech wood drawing boards. She didn't say she was sick. There are no miracles in this story. There are only debts to be paid off one by one, a painting under the ship's plank, and a young man walking from the other side reading out the last words left by his mother under the moonlight - "The river won't collapse."

At midnight, migrant worker Lin Wang boarded the last empty train. After a short sleep, he woke up and found that the carriage was packed with strange passengers. As the scene outside the car window became more and more distorted, Lin Wang realized that he was trapped in a space from which he could not escape.

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