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I want to write a story about a real little person in modern society, which is also a narration of some of the author's experiences.

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When she opened her eyes, Jiang Rou thought the apocalypse was coming, so she became a crazy hoarder, but she ended up looking like the poor little girl whose father didn't care for her and whose mother died young in 1973. Faced with her scumbag father and stepmother who forced her to give up her job and go to the countryside for her younger brother, she turned around and stole the whole family into a mouse hole, and conveniently helped her advantageous younger brother to be admitted to the Great Northern Wilderness Honor Roll. With ten pounds of candy coupons and eight quilts left by her biological mother in exchange for working in a printing factory, Jiang Rou smiled and accepted the compressed biscuit lunch meat stored in the space. The train to the countryside had just started, and the stepmother discovered that all the gold bracelets for food stamps were missing. The scumbag brother was so cold in Beidahuang that he screamed for his mother, and she was chewing on the big stick bones with soy sauce, which made all the children in the village scratch the walls. Who said you have to eat steamed buns when you go to the countryside? Jiang Rou heated up the braised pork in the space until it was sizzling with oil. The reborn girl next door looked at her shriveled wild vegetable dumplings and cried - this script is wrong!

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In the fields, there seems to be a misty rain and a dream of Jiangnan. Fish and rice from the water town nourish half an acre of farmland, everything here. Gave so many childhood memories. I remember that my father held the buffalo with the plowshare and was probably another unfortunate person. I always imagined that his fate was not good. I lament that life is not easy. If I had a lot of money, it would be great to have flowers blooming facing the sea. Some people want to ask me, where can I join hands with my family and loved ones to warm the world? Once upon a time, I imagined that I would be beautiful and have the lingering fragrance of roses as a gift to my favorite lover. There was a brief period of youth and unexpected encounters, passing each other with a bang, and thoughts of leaving. Go to the farthest place, but there is no money, and there is no lover or comrade in bloom. The beauty of Qianying and your charm touched my heart. Crying in a BMW is not as romantic as laughing while riding a bicycle. I watched a heavy snowfall in Tokyo and Seoul airports. There have been too many gaps between ideals and reality, full of love and boldness in reality. Growing up here, the white-walled and black-clothed cottages are the ancient village, with its winding field roads and stunning scenery. The trail along Zhuangwan is the only dirt road leading to the back mountain. When you arrive at Ludang, you can see the farm. The old family in Qingqingyuan is the village that moved here from Wuchi Township. The doors face each other and become an alley and a courtyard.

No one knows that it survived that summer, but there are always people who believe that it can grow wings and emerge from the cocoon.

A love that spans thousands of miles originates from and ends on the Internet. The three years since I first fell in love with you are enough for me to remember for a lifetime. She is my first love and the best girl I will never meet again. The purpose of writing this article is to commemorate the three years of falling in love with her and bury the love in my heart and in this book. Welcome everyone to read my article and experience that wonderful time with me.

In the mother's mind, she is an unfilial daughter. I wonder if she posted the video as a joke, saying that this unfilial daughter needs to pay back the childbirth expenses.

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I want to write this as a diary. I once thought about writing about my dreams. I am a dreamer, and my dreams are also very fantastic, but I can't write them. I hope I can write something else this time, about the eighteen kinds of life I want to experience. If my starting point is the same, can I have different life experiences? But these are just my assumptions. I hope I can write them out!

Story summary Ethnic inheritance: Lan Yu and Lan Xue are Miao sisters. They grew up in a Miao village in western Hunan. Their mother is a famous embroiderer in the village and their father is a herbalist. The elder sister Lan Yu is calm and reserved, while the younger sister Lan Xue is lively and cheerful. A twist of fate: After their mother passed away due to illness, their father decided to let the sisters go out to study in the mountains, hoping that they could inherit the Miao culture and be exposed to modern knowledge, but the younger sister Lan Xue was very resistant to this. Adaptation to the city: The sisters who first arrived in Changsha faced cultural shock. The older sister quickly adapted and fell in love with city life, while the younger sister was out of place and missed her hometown. Cracks began to appear between the sisters. Key differences: The elder sister decided to stay in the city to develop, while the younger sister insisted on returning to the Miao village to inherit her mother's craftsmanship. After a fierce quarrel, the two parted ways and had no contact for five years. Unexpected reunion: My sister's company organized a national cultural event and unexpectedly invited my sister, who has become the inheritor of intangible cultural heritage. Wearing the attire left by her mother at the familiar lakeside, the sisters rediscovered their family ties.

A life of dreams, a life of dreams

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Strong men and strong women, extreme pulling Xue Song: former army cadre, current canteen owner, mentally disordered Wen Ling: A cold little white flower with a paranoid personality, a scholar Everything he could see was night, and he no longer had any expectations for anyone. She was the moon he coveted when he was a boy When he fell, he returned to his hometown for him

This is the author's junior high school life. Now that the author is about to graduate, he just wants to preserve the good memories and record the important people in the author's junior high school life.

The life of Lin Xiaoman, a small town girl, was shattered by a crumpled fruit candy wrapper - it was the candy wrapper that her mother had hidden in an old tin box. She longed for it countless times during her childhood but was severely confiscated by her mother. The cancer diagnosis was like a dark cloud that enveloped this seemingly peaceful family.

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Sending mayflies to heaven and earth is like a drop in the ocean. Everyone is like a grain of sand to the world, ordinary and insignificant. However, different ways of living can lead to different lives. I write about ordinary stories around me and experience different lives with you.

Soliloquy of loneliness in the contemporary world Soliloquy of loneliness in the contemporary world Soliloquy of loneliness in the contemporary world Soliloquy of loneliness in the contemporary world

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Shuiyue guards Yuncuo, a century-old mansion in southern Fujian, just waiting for Yun Ruogu, the only son of the Tou family, to come back to inherit the ancestral business and fulfill the Tou family's last wish. Yun Ruogu, who had been away from home for ten years, came back, not to inherit his father's inheritance, but just to get back Yuncuo. Unexpectedly, due to the additional conditions in the will, Yun Ruogu could not inherit smoothly as planned. The two had disagreements over inheritance and had many misunderstandings and conflicts. At the same time, they gradually understood each other and resolved their misunderstandings in the process of solving the problem. Under the influence of Shui Yue, Yun Ruogu, who has studied abroad for ten years, gradually fell in love with his hometown rich in traditional culture. In the end, the two worked together and complemented each other's strengths in promoting traditional culture, especially intangible cultural heritage (wandering gods, shadow puppet shows, southern Fujian snacks, etc.), As well as how to preserve the traditional southern Fujian architecture, develop rural resources, and at the same time increase the income of villagers, so that the elderly and children will no longer stay behind, and young people are willing to return, opening up a new road to wealth. Cultural confidence and the unity of spiritual beliefs, the complementarity of inheriting traditional culture and getting rich for all, the combination of local resource protection and development with the utilization of new technologies and the development of sales channels, with the joint efforts of Shuiyue and Yunruogu and the villagers, have led Qingshan Village from a closed ancient village to a broad road of getting rich for all.

On the Yangtze River Cross-sea Bridge, which was crowded with people during the Golden Week, I impulsively ran a red light and crossed the bridge, but lost my crucial satchel. In order to retrieve it, I had to fight back in a strong headwind that could almost knock someone into the river. During this desperate retrograde, I unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a strange woman who was also fighting in the strong wind just to grab a rolling blue thermos cup. At that moment, the two small figures briefly met in the storm of destruction, silently telling each other's desperate efforts. I was penniless and was forced to stay. By chance, I applied to become a part-time teacher in a studio. At the beginning of his employment, he witnessed the senior teacher Mr. Zheng severely reprimanding the students, emphasizing the rigid dogma that "primary school painting must be taught while drawing, otherwise it will be embarrassing." When I picked up a paintbrush and demonstrated how to paint the Yangtze River Bridge outside the window, the memory of the cold water under the bridge and the strong wind on the bridge instantly grabbed me. Under the uncontrolled brushstrokes, the giant steel bridge on the canvas twisted and rolled, just like the scene of the devastating storm that day. Facing the shocked children and teachers, I blurted out: "We need to draw the wind... The wind is the soul of this bridge. Standing on the Yangtze River Bridge shrouded in night, the river breeze is still there. The storm that almost swallowed me has not gone away. It has integrated into my painting brush, stirring up the calmness of the studio, attracting business opportunities, and even connecting to the heavy and secret destiny of a strange woman. Life is like a rushing river under a bridge, and I stand on the cusp of the storm. The direction of my painting brush is not only an expression of art, but also a questioning of the storm of life. When the next gust of wind blows, the answer may emerge, bringing salvation or a deeper whirlpool.

This is a film about the redemption of Miao girls, about the violence in the native family, the inheritance of Miao culture, and the shackles of feudal ideas in the remote and mist-shrouded mountainous areas of Guizhou. In today's society, where should we sisters go? Are you living like the older generation? Or live according to your own wishes? In an instant, we will no longer want to inherit the feudal ancient Lusheng culture I don't want to go back to this wind and rain bridge again I don't know this path of life, Win or lose? ...

Haven't thought about it yet

[80s + Marriage first, love later + soft beauties + sinister officers] In 1981, Lu Linzhou, the youngest commander of the Nancheng Military Region, was bound by a marriage contract - his family married him to a daughter-in-law he had never met, Xu Yuzhi. I heard that this girl was very delicate, spoke softly, and didn't even have calluses on her hands. On her first day with the army, she cried from the cold because she couldn't light a stove. Lu Zhanbei frowned: How can I live like this? But later-- The sisters-in-law in the family home ostracized her, so she cooked a pot of brown sugar glutinous rice cake, which was so sweet that the whole building came to make friends; Even when he was injured and had a high fever, this coward dared to hold a kitchen knife and guard the door of the ward: "I will chop anyone who delays my man's treatment!" Lu Zhanbei pushed her into his arms and chuckled: "Who said my wife is delicate? She is clearly a little wild cat protecting her food." There was an unexpected mission at the border. She clenched her fists, held back tears, and grabbed the corner of his clothes with red eyes: \

Preface Starting from Xingping, along the North Hedi Road of the Weihe River, all the way westward when passing the Longxing Ferry of the Weihe River, three buildings will come into view on the north side of the Hedi Road, a three-story Weiwei administration office building, a pavilion, and a three-story gray brick building that looks like a dormitory. It has been repaired now, but it has more visual impact than before the repair. The three buildings are as full of vicissitudes as the Wei River in front of them, and they are full of stories. Every time I pass by here, I feel the urge to explore. Finally, when I passed by this place, I stopped to visit. After getting to know the old man, I learned the origin of these three buildings. The Weihe River more than 50 years ago was not as tame as it is now. It often overflowed, causing harm to people on both sides of the river. Especially on the north bank, river embankments are often washed away during flood season, causing losses to people's lives and property. To control floods, divert water and cultivate fields. In 1973, Liu Tianxiang, then Secretary of Tangfang Commune, led the people of the commune and the rural educated youth stationed in the village to cut off the Wei River and build a dam to benefit one side. Then there was this dam construction command building, followed by Fenshui Pavilion and Educated Youth Building to the north. Hao Ran stood there, still watching the surging Wei River flowing eastward like a story. So, I read the county annals and other relevant information, and started typing on the keyboard to record this matter. I have free time today to write this documentary text to commemorate the glorious deeds of the sages and the group of intellectual youth who went to the countryside with "a vast world and great achievements".

I hope this book can help many people who are confused and troubled in love.

Last time, we wanted to separate because of love and suspicion. If I believe you wholeheartedly this time, will the ending be the same? I don't believe it! I don't believe this is fate. . . I don't believe that people who love each other will eventually get tired of each other. . .

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Cycling records of people's lives, and beautiful articles depicting people's livelihood. Record your cycling trip and describe the scenery you encounter on the road. Express your experiences, experiences, and share your life in good times and bad.

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Sometimes I also want to accompany myself

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The story tells the story of the protagonist hope Meng's sad childhood. He was hated by his family, bullied by his classmates, and looked down upon by his teachers... It was extremely difficult along the way. When he reached his youth, he felt the love of his family, the friendship of his friends, and...

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When Su Xiaoman was six years old, she knocked over a can of milk powder at her brother's 100-day banquet. Her father slapped her in public and called her a "loser." The mother hugged her brother, who was wearing gold and silver, and looked on coldly. That night, she was locked in the storage room, but in the dark she touched a rusty iron box containing a bloody IUD. From then on, her life was like being crucified on the cross of a "daughter": - At the age of 12, she was forced to give up her key junior high school and take her younger brother to and from school every day; - At the age of 18, she ranked among the top 50 in the province in the college entrance examination, but her parents tore up her admission letter: "What's the use of a girl reading so many books?" - At the age of 25, 70% of her salary after working was taken away by her parents to buy a house for her younger brother; - At the age of 30, her marriage was on the verge of breaking up due to the label of "Fu Di Mo". Her husband left a message: "Whose wife are you?" Until one day, her 5-year-old daughter wrote in the painting: "Mom is uncle's." At that moment, she finally heard the sound of breaking in her bones.

It tells the story of the growth of a post-00s girl, with laughter and tears, and more importantly, the bits and pieces of an ordinary person...

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Zhen Hao was an ordinary girl raised by traditional parents. She was introverted, shy, and a little unconfident. A sudden accident allowed Zhen Hao to experience the role of the player in the game. From the perspective of a bystander, she walked through the journey all over again. In this "Butterfly Project" in the name of rescue, Zhen Hao discovered that she was the one who was being saved...

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