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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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At the far end of the "primordial sea", time, space and life were born from nothingness and gradually condensed into rules. The world is composed of "order", an invisible force that guides all things to form order. Time no longer flows linearly, but exists in a "circulation" manner, with the past, present and future reflecting each other; space is connected by "nodes", and seemingly separated regions can overlap and blend at specific moments; life follows the "law of reverberation", and every choice will resonate in another dimension. The three restrict each other and jointly maintain the balance of the world. This world does not pursue grand narratives, but tells the truth about the coexistence of all things in a delicate and gentle way.

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Hello friends, I am the unique Little Q. This "Little Q Diary" is my exclusive work, recording every moment with everyone. I hope that through this book, we can get to know each other better and have more fun reading and playing with you~

This is a period of plain and devoid of lofty ambitions, describing ordinary thoughts reflected in loneliness and often broken thoughts.

At the far end of the "primordial sea", time, space and life were born from nothingness and gradually condensed into rules. The world is composed of "order", an invisible force that guides all things to form order. Time no longer flows linearly, but exists in a "circulation" manner, with the past, present and future reflecting each other; space is connected by "nodes", and seemingly separated regions can overlap and blend at specific moments; life follows the "law of reverberation", and every choice will resonate in another dimension. This world does not pursue grand narratives, but tells the truth about the coexistence of all things in a delicate and gentle way.

There are the fireworks of firewood, rice, oil and salt, as well as poetry and the romantic pursuit of distant places; there are not only mutual help between neighbors, but also a true portrayal of the complex aspects of society, covering the ups and downs of life, the good and evil of human nature, the beauty and ugliness.

When Xiaoxia was 12 years old, he got a black notebook brought home from Shenzhen by his mother. With the encouragement of his junior high school teacher, he started keeping a diary. She thought that the summer vacation at the age of 12 would be like forgetting the New Year. She would go to bed early in the morning and play happily in the mountains and ponds with her friends in the village. She could watch her favorite TV series at noon every day, and fall asleep with the laughter of the adults who rested in the dam every night. She did not expect... She will experience many firsts, the first time she picks a big watermelon, the first menstruation, the first time she sees death... This summer she discovered something that shocked her, and it was enough to make her 1\u002F4 excited and sentimental.

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Memories are always silent

The script is a short story written in the form of a trailer. It mainly tells the story of the second male lead Kong Konger and the second female lead Xiao Zaoer. The article is purely fictional. This short story is the sequel to "The Spy of Time" and its extra chapter and "The Wind and the Branches" and its extra chapter~

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More than ten years of feelings, more than ten years of records. Let you know a me who likes to think.

There is a cluster of flowers in my heart that grow against the scorching sun. They are more fragrant than any fine wine. The hot fragrance floods the scarecrow's chest, and the spirit of the straw man will live forever from now on. --"Silent Reading"

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Essay tells the story through a child's perspective~

Love and hate are always late

Damn it Or rather I met a soft-hearted God

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About life About empathy About the world About me Something about love or sadness or joy or sorrow \u002FUpdated from time to time

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There is always a bouquet of flowers that can bring you fragrance, there is always a moon that brings you yearning, and there is always "that person" who brings you life. We are life and life is us.

These words come from the author's different dreams and different loves. The pen and ink flow between the paper, in the friction between the pen tip and the fiber, the true feelings flow into the heart unconsciously, life is boring and smelly, and there is an endless stream of people who have no faith, but you can dedicate a poem... Sincerely your words, freedom, and respect for life, landscape and love.

That year we meet again...

Every day's daily notes, expressing thoughts and sorrows, lonely life, and a few words. Say all your life

Pai Lao's journey

Ordinary life ordinary life

Some imagination and essays

The inspiration for writing this book came from a funny classmate of mine in fourth grade. A friend of mine likes to ride mounts and eat pork in the game, and I hate that person in that group. At that time, we were allowed to have deskmates in our group, but she and his "mount" were the only ones in the group who didn't have deskmates. They were always fighting after class, and they were just a little bit annoying. They had to take a nap at noon, and I couldn't sleep, so I created this story.

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Record my dreams

Short stories and short stories and essays on life mood to record some sudden inspirations!

I have seen and known this world. My mission is to record all the things I have experienced.

Daily miscellaneous notes, bit by bit. Growing up on the road, the journey of the mind.

Have you ever quietly opened your eyes at 5 o'clock in the morning, looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar environment around you, and remembered what you experienced during the day yesterday, still vividly in your mind!