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They passed through my life wearing different socks. Some people deliberately changed their knee-high socks because they were misunderstood; Someone silently showed me the baggy piles of socks; Someone always wore pantyhose and sat reading by the window in the library until he never showed up again. I think what I like is socks. Slow heat, literary youth But what I like even more is them wearing these socks. This is a story about secret love and loss that makes people feel transparent and sour. It is also the process of a boy growing up between them.

Time flies by, and the past is like a dream. When I suddenly looked back, I realized I had missed it. I raise my hands and sigh, maybe I am still me. The choices of the past have resulted in a failed self, and today's repeated choices hope to do it again. This book is dedicated to those junior college students who have worked hard silently.

In the summer after finishing high school, Chen Xiaoyang embarked on a solo trip across China without telling his family, taking the pocket money he had saved for many years and a self-made road map. He stubbornly wanted to verify whether the "ends of the world" mentioned in geography textbooks really existed - not only the famous reef in Sanya, Hainan, but also a metaphor for the "end of the world" in his mind.

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At first he thought our relationship was quite weak, but later he realized that I have liked you for a long time. In fact, neither of them revealed it, but later they couldn't change and they missed it. I am a dull tree, and she is a free wind.

This is not an industry novel, but a report that uses infrastructure as the operating table and supervision as the lens. It tells how an ordinary person, in two completely different systems, sees clearly the common logic of greed and the cost of human nature under the aura of "development" and "civilization", and finally completes a silent and thorough individual resistance.

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[The heroine is to be determined] [Sword] [Can transform into multiple Ultraman] [Process is slow]

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Chen Xiaoyu's writing growth story

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It's just the autobiography and complaints of an underground art lover.

On the day I first entered the martial arts school, when my cell phone was put into a cloth bag by the coach, I stared at the corners of his tight mouth and felt terrified in my heart - I always felt that I would have to spend the next few days with his roars of "Stand down the horse step more firmly" and "I have no strength to punch". But when I really started learning martial arts, I discovered that Coach Yan's "softness" was hidden in many inconspicuous moments. I remember the first time I stood up and my legs shook. I tried to straighten my back secretly but he saw right through me. I thought I was going to be scolded, but he just came over and lightly stepped on my foot: "Sink your heels further to avoid leg pain tomorrow." I also remember that during free training in the evening, some classmates complained that the movements were difficult. He I actually sat on the sidelines, drew breakdown diagrams of moves on the ground with a branch, and said with a smile, "When I learned this, I was dumber than you." I even remember when my parents came to visit, my mother told the coach, "Don't spoil him too much." The coach didn't answer, but turned around and replaced the gloves I had worn out with a new pair. There are no thrilling stories in this book, but only the daily trivial anecdotes of the martial arts school: the whispers of cheering each other up when doing leg presses in the morning, the moments when the coach made a mistake while practicing a routine but couldn't help but laugh, and the little secrets of sharing snacks while hiding in the dormitory at night. I tried to write down these days wrapped in sweat, accompanied by stern voices and smiles from the perspective of my classmates, coaches, parents and even the aunties in the cafeteria - it turns out that the same period of learning martial arts, viewed through the eyes of different people, can hide so many different warmth and freshness.

Ordinary campus life, although very ordinary, is full of fun. Although we live in a remote area, we also have our own unique happiness and friends. Let us enter the campus together to see my campus life, with my friends and classmates.

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When I am twenty-seven years old, I suddenly think of the moments when I was young and feel a lot of regrets, so I imagine another ending.

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This article is a business trip narrative when I first entered the workplace in my twenties. It focuses on my workplace experience from 1995 to 1998, especially the experience of purchasing supplies in Datong, Shanxi Province in 1998. During those years, the wave of state-owned enterprise restructuring was sweeping across with an unstoppable force, and the buds of the market economy carried rough but vigorous vitality. Amidst the "embarrassment of debt collection", the hardships of business trips, and unexpected dangers, I touched the social fabric of the 1990s bit by bit - those unsound rules, the complex dealings between people, and the goodwill and cunning revealed in difficulties, all turned into marks of growth. The main line of the story is loyal to historical facts, some plots are artistically processed, and the names are pseudonyms, just to restore the youthful journey intertwined with bitterness and warmth, confusion and determination.

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A letter from an old customer in Kyoto, Japan. In the letter, he said to me: I spent twenty years searching for the elixir of immortality, but unexpectedly, I discovered alchemy in the process of my own search, and was honored to become a third-category alchemist. I discovered the philosopher's stone in my own life, and found the real secret in the pyramid. ----An old customer, the alchemist z. Yt Jide The third category of alchemists discovered the Philosopher's Stone in their own lives...

"My name is Qiqi

"I", as a college student who returned from studying abroad, came to Huaning Village by accident, where I became the coach of the Huaning Village White Bird Hall English Singing Team. The Bainiaotang team has declined, and the team members have scattered around to work in provincial capitals. In order to participate in the English singing and dancing competition at the end of the year, Uncle Nan, the veteran of the team, and I found the team members and brought them back to the village to train them. Every village here has a Yingge team. During the training process, I myself have grown up and gradually understood the traditional martial arts of Shiratorido. In addition, there is a mysterious Yingge team on the mountain. Yingge teams from different villages are Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. It is not easy to win the competition at the end of the year. How can I lead the team with my three-legged cat skills...

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The starting point of reality, come on, young people!

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