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After drinking and drinking, Lin Xi wakes up from her dream

Trivial life, daily life of railway father and daughter

Feelings in life

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A short essay

The rhythm of life is urged by the work life of cows and horses to keep moving forward, faster and faster, the sense of happiness is getting lower and lower, the perception of life is getting weaker and weaker, and the sense of mourning is pervasive. How long have you not laughed and been sad? Let us slow down a little, pick up the delicacy and fireworks of life again, and let the fulfillment and truth return.

We will experience a lot of things in life, and many of them require a pen and a piece of paper to record beautiful moments and experiences. But no one will lament my casual writing. Yes, the beginning of the composition record is my 1·12 incident, and the collection of subsequent compositions. They are not well written. They are just recording trivial matters and venting depressed emotions. So please enjoy what follows.

My embarrassing love

Here, each script carries a life story, with joy, anger, sorrow and joy intertwined in it. Onlookers shuttled between them, calmly observing the ups and downs of the characters in the script, and gaining insight into the various aspects of human nature from their joys and sorrows.

Knowledge comes from knowledge, and knowledge comes from practical life. Life must be cultivated by old cows. Record life insights, and five strange stories.

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Appear naturally

I'll just take a moment to reflect on my experience. Maybe it's a bit of a slut. Don't laugh too loudly.

Take a step and hesitate Take two steps and look back What are you looking at! Believe it or not, I will kick you Just watch it and that's it

Can the most authentic insights in life awaken the endless potential buried in the world?

The letter paper on the table has been spread out for three days, and the ink has been ground and dried. Every time I pick up the pen, I feel that all the words I have written have turned into rubbish, and I am afraid of staining the eyes of others when I write them. But it has to be written after all. If a person becomes ill with longing, even if he has a heart of stone, he will turn into ice prisms under the eaves - they may seem sharp, but when the sun shines, they will soften. The oil in the lamp is running out, and the light is getting darker and darker. I rubbed my eyes, and suddenly I saw my face reflected in the glass window - it was very similar to that person. It turns out that if I miss you for a long time, even my appearance will be secretly tampered with by it. Well, it's better to go to sleep. Maybe I can see that smile in my dream, which is brighter than the light.

Xiaofang's growth record

A short essay designed to comfort you. We meet by chance, but I want to know my friends. Shuxiangyuan, a literary giant. Memorize as you please and recall calmly. In the dream, I saw the flowers not blooming and walking into the future covered with snow.

I personally have a different life. Sometimes we can't tell the difference between reality and the ideal world. These two worlds alternate in my world, but this is my life.

Some little things life record

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I have nothing to do, so here is my composition, from the story of an emo boy

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Even before Shen Yin died, she was unable to see the person she longed for...

You are welcome to read the fragments of a potato killer's life!

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Some monologues, sometimes I don't know who I should talk to about these broken thoughts, writing them is like recording life.

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This is a novel suitable for middle school students and high school students to read. If you read it, your parents will not object to it. Instead, they will recommend you to read it. The author's level is not very good. I hope you in front of the screen will come up with new writing methods and leave positive comments. Comments are welcome. If you think my writing is pretty good, just pay attention. Thank you, dear friends.

Listen to a song of "Yun Shui Yi" to calm yourself; brew a pot of jasmine tea to cleanse your soul, write a fresh little word, let the days be in the fireworks, follow the warm fragrance of life, and move forward slowly and gracefully towards the sun

"If you want, I can be your disciple." "I believe that you can be my forever and only believer." God×Believer

Because of a fake love affair and an unexpected rooming together, they became friends through daily habits and tacit understanding. The boy confessed many times, and the confused girl always thought he was joking. Confessions again and again, and an accident, made the girl enlightened, and finally they came together. It turns out that there is also a TV series around her...

The author writes casually about campus life (*?▽`*)

The moonlight serves as the curtain and the photo album serves as the cover, telling the story of love and messengers across time. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xiaoman used a typewriter to make an electronic photo album, which captured the precious moments accompanying Uncle Zhou in the four seasons: jasmine sprouting in early spring, working in the sea of ​​sunflowers in midsummer, ginkgo playing in late autumn, and joy in the winter snow. These scenes not only carry the deep friendship between the two, but also express Uncle Zhou's endless longing for Amei. As time goes by, when kapok dyes the branches red, Xiaoman and Uncle Zhou still use letters as a bridge, feeling the echo of love in the unexpected "reply". They turn into messengers that never end, turning their thoughts into stars, shining forever in the long river of time.

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Introduction to "The Cow's Soul Shakes the Sky, The Iron Plow Shakes the Netherworld" Lao Shuan, the former deputy general of the "Blood Blade Camp" in the frontier fortress, took off his armor and returned to the fields. He hid in Qingniuping, accompanied by a black girl with a broken horn, and used an iron plow as a farming tool to maintain peace in the area. However, the grievances and grievances in the world are like turbulent undercurrents. The provocation of Flower Face Shura and the raid of Netherworld Pavilion have torn the peaceful pastoral life into pieces. When the poison-quenched hidden weapon pierced the night sky, Lao Shuan was forced to regain his fighting instinct, using the iron plow as a blade, and faced the enemy side by side with Hei Niu. As the Netherworld Pavilion killers pressed closer, the bronze coffin in the back mountain mine appeared, and the secret that had been sealed for twenty years was suddenly revealed - it was not the horse thieves that the "Blood Blade Camp" was ordered to exterminate, but the tombkeepers who guarded the evil soldier "Netherworld Tribulation"! The mystery of the betrayal of Lao Shuan's lieutenant and the collusion conspiracy between the general and Netherworld Pavilion are all closely related to this evil object that can open the "Nine Nether Gate". Hei Niu, a cut-horned ox, has extraordinary bravery and has saved Lao Shuan many times in critical situations. The bond between man and ox has become deeper and deeper as they are tempered by blood and fire. When the blue light of Netherworld Calamity rises into the sky and the runes circulate, Qingniuping becomes a battlefield where good and evil confront each other. Holding the trembling iron plow in his hand, Lao Shuan faced fate with everyone in the Qingniu Gang, vowing to use the power of the cow's soul to wipe out the evil spirits in the world, uncover the truth behind the buried "Blood Blade Camp", and restore clarity to Qingniu Ping.

It tells the story of a girl who has a crush on a very handsome boy and is eventually pursued by the boy.

Human life is short, and it is the luckiest thing to be able to understand everything in the world in a short life.

May the rest of your life be well, and your life should be a sunny and beautiful spring. Yunshan Yunye sudden

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Just write it casually.

With the improvement of living standards, fishing has gradually become a leisure activity chosen by many people after work. Lao Yang is such a person who loves fishing very much. When he has nothing to do, he just goes fishing.

Love story with Mavericks

This world is very exciting. Follow Nan Zhu's perspective and see the world in my eyes!

Under the leadership of his nephew Erdan, Xiaoqiu, a farmer from Hebei Province, stepped into the bright, cool and endless supermarket in the provincial capital for the first time in his life. Facing the dazzling array of products, the wonders of automatic sensors, and the "expensive" consumption habits of city people, he was both amazed and confused, and made many simple jokes. A quarrel caused by a misunderstanding about queuing caused his straightforward temperament to collide with the city's "rules". However, relying on the unique keen observation of country people and the unexpected "bastard" memory, Xiao Qiu skillfully reversed the situation and won a small "battle to defend dignity" amidst laughter and laughter. He also gained a deeper understanding of this bizarre city. However, what Xiao Qiu didn't know was that life was about to give him a big surprise...

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I am a rural dog named Xiao Huang. I was adopted by a family when I was very young. The other dog that was adopted with me was named Xiao Hui. Due to various accidents, she left this home early. I lived in this home for more than ten years. In the end, because the children always left me, I left this family sadly.