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In my few youth, they gave me brilliance and made my world no longer so gloomy.

I don't want to write an introduction to my poor work.

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Life begins with walking and ends with walking. Some people walk with their eyes open, while a few people walk with their eyes closed. There are so many different things in the world, and it seems that with your eyes closed, you can't tell the difference between good and evil.

This book will reflect the changes in the countryside over the past forty years...

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"Looks like I'm a little tired. If we weren't related, I would have been shaved off a long time ago!" Xu Yuanzhang complained while Li Ma pulled her fluffy and messy hair, and then took a bottle of white wine and poured it into her mouth like running water. "In this age of self-indulgence, everything is pale and powerless. Except for the remaining yellow hair hanging on the temples, everyone has no choice but to live in this desolate world." Xu Yuanzhang took a handful of shredded peanuts and swallowed them one by one, his eyes filled with red bloodshot eyes. Silent darkness shrouded the earth. Li Ma's cheeks had become dying, and even his breathing was short...

My inspiration every minute, every second, every day

Reflecting my daily life, what happened, every bit of life! Just say it if you want me to!

Seek the way, hear the way, have compassion In the past, it was presented to everyone in a new form from a big and small perspective.

How does a senior otaku regain his original intention and change an era? Mufeng did it... PS: Pragmatic futuristic works...

At the beginning of the prehistoric era, the space between heaven and earth was not stable, and the creatures were ignorant and bloodthirsty! The young man rises and falls three times, and finally realizes himself, unifies the ancient world and becomes the God-Emperor, turning his eyes into the sun! This volume, trance The divine dynasty is conquering all directions, and the sons of aristocratic families are looked down upon and join the army to strive for glory! A childhood sweetheart was injured by an enemy and was dying. In order to save his lover, he went to the Eastern Wasteland to find the holy medicine! Little did he know that after he left, his opponent offered his blood to the God-Emperor as a lure. In order to find his own demise, he found out about it after he returned. After a big battle, he was suppressed by the God-Emperor. After that, he wandered around in a depressed mood, but one day he felt something! His beard and hair are both white, and he enters the Tao through emotion. Use your left eye to turn the moon into the sun, this volume! Mo Qi Blood spread across the swamp, and the Bora clan drank its blood. One day, a white-haired old man entered the swamp, enclosed the land as a prison, used a gun as a pole, cause and effect as a thread, and the Origin Stone of Heaven and Earth as bait to fish for living beings. A young Bora boy felt danger and created his own way to immortality! That day, when the old man had withdrawn his pole, he broke the formation with one blow. On that day, some of the tribesmen followed him out, and stars appeared everywhere! This volume is immortal As the prehistoric era stabilizes and the origin returns to the earth, it becomes increasingly difficult for immortals to be cultivated, and finally slowly becomes history. Every day, a young man sees the bright moon and stars in his sleep under the sun! Observe the grace of immortals and gods, develop your own origins, strengthen your body through training, and finally be able to shake the world! But in order to find a magical medicine to cure the illness of my lover, I went into the darkness alone! The world was shaken and the world was about to be shaken, and blood finally oozed out all the way to save my lover! However, he lost his origin and gave up his immortality, barely survived the remaining hundred years of his life, and died together with his wife. This volume is written by Wu. The immortal magic is lost, the way forward is cut off, and the prehistoric era gradually evolves into the era of mortal dynasties! The sun rises and the moon sets, and the stars move. Feudal dynasties change and rise. When technology and gods and demons meet, who can win?

After graduating from a professional school, Chen Changshou was confused for 12 years. When he woke up, Hua Tuo's online system fell from the sky. From then on, Chen Changshou's life changed. Gout? Don't be afraid, look at my invincible rejuvenation palm. Cancer? That's right, come on, take a leg-stretching stare pill from me. Unknowingly, when Chen Changshou looked back, he was already at the top of the world

Regarding the countdown to death, the first deceased died of loneliness. It's not really a novel, it's just a story I wrote. It can be considered a short story. I will continue to write stories on this theme later, so stay tuned

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A middle-aged woman who has been drifting north for eight years and is struggling to survive while searching for her son. It's understandable that she has a bad character...? !

On the weekend, the autumn rain was pouring, and the thick autumn enveloped the entire sky, forest and indoors. I sat lazily on the deck chair, feeling the breath of autumn in the haze. The sound of pattering rain, unknown birds chirping, and occasionally a few dog barks brought me into a hazy and sleepy state. This was in a bedroom on the ground floor of a building in a residential area in Shanghai. It was around nine o'clock on a Sunday morning. I was lying lazily, surrounded by a sense of happiness, and in the haze, I seemed to have returned to that distant mountain village. More than 80 years ago, my grandfather was strong and powerful, and my father was still a child. He had just started to walk into the private school with a blue cotton bag under his arm. He read with his childish voice "At the beginning of the human being, nature is good". My father's The uncle had just married his young daughter-in-law into the family, and the young couple still lived with his grandfather's family. However, his father's aunt married to the Hu family five miles away at the foot of Huyuan Mountain, and she and the Hu family's only son shouldered the important task of breeding descendants. The laziness of eighty years ago should have belonged to grandpa, but grandpa did not have the habit of laziness, nor the conditions for laziness. The whole family's livelihood depended on him. However, the peaceful village was unique to their generation. Although it was short-lived, it did exist.

Part Two of the Trilogy: "Making Money, Making Money, Making Big Money"

This book is my story, and it is also your story

The little fox in the dilapidated life, sleep... Or run?

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An ordinary boy from the countryside...

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It uses a magical and realistic narrative method and a humorous language style, using the stock market as a clue, interspersing all kinds of life, reflecting various human feelings, joys and sorrows, so that you can be enlightened with a knowing smile, gain wisdom subtly, and gain the password to wealth in a relaxed and fun way.

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Like grass and dust, passionate and unrestrained, this is how it should be.

There is a posthumous son, Xiaohe, whose father died of illness and whose mother had a strange career. Xiaohe was confused about his own origin. In an accident, he traveled back to the lives of his ancestors and fathers...

Men are born for beauty! Men who come to a woman-dominated society are regarded as gods because of their outstanding temperament.

Hushan Village, a provincial-level poverty-stricken village, has gone through three terms of poverty alleviation cadres and still looks bad. After a continuous heavy rain, a good-looking young man came to the village, carrying a bag and being covered in mud. He said he was a new cadre stationed in the village. All the villagers watching the excitement did not expect that their fate would change from this day on.

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Due to excessive use of leverage in stock trading, middle-aged Zheng Yongping had to sell his only house in Shenzhen to pay off debts. Coupled with the industrial downturn, both his family and factory fell into trough and difficulties. At the same time, his son Zheng Xiaotian failed the high school entrance examination and faced diversion. At the age of fifteen, he fell into anxiety and confusion, not knowing where to go... Returning to his original aspiration, whether Zheng Yongping, who focuses on industry, can continue to lead the small and micro enterprise founded by his father, and whether Zheng Xiaotian can find his own life coordinate in vocational school...

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A sudden change, a heartfelt promise, in the changing times, my sister used her own struggle and efforts to continue maternal love.

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Real punishment! My good friend lent me his car for drunk driving. To thank him, I gave him a silver bracelet.

In those futures that I don't know how to arrive at, please be happy.

A year ago, He Yi'an unexpectedly came to the little-known winter paradise - "Shangmo Qingju". In just three days, he met a person who was very similar to his long-dead sister He Yixi - Mo Qingxue. When he left, he made a winter pact with her. After returning to the city to celebrate the New Year, He Yi'an unexpectedly discovered that some of the people he met in "Shangmo Qingju" died a month after he left. The next winter, He Yi'an went up the mountain again, but experienced incredible things, and also discovered the ignorant past and conspiracies in "Shangmo Qingju"...

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In 1993, the first sitcom "I Love My Family" became popular all over the country... A few years later, a group of young fans of the show grew up. They witnessed the growth of the "I Love My Family" crew and also witnessed their own growth. The novel uses the fan group chat situation to illustrate the content, expresses the ideological outlook of a generation of young people through relaxed and humorous expressions, and puts into perspective all aspects of society.

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First, I hate that crucian carp is spiny, secondly, I hate that begonias have no fragrance, and thirdly, I hate that the red building is not finished yet. I adhere to the spirit of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and take "repairing the old as it is" as the purpose, just to fulfill the dream of Red Mansions.

Four friends gathered in a teahouse on Longcui Street and told stories about different styles around them.

Double Seven Itches, The story that Fu Di Mo and Ma Baonan have to tell...

But I always have to travel far away, and your image is like a red iron branded on my young heart, carrying out all the ideals in my life. I only want to express this book to my grandma who is far away in heaven.

A dream-chasing consciousness with no background, no education, and no connections. Yes, it is consciousness. Because I have never been able to find my dream, I often think about the meaning of life. And I wrote this because of a phone call with my brother. I don't think it's a novel, or a book. The reason is simple, because I am just a junior high school graduate who did not take the high school entrance examination. My job is hairdressing and has nothing to do with writing, so I don't think I can write. But now becoming a life observer and writer is indeed what I want. But my brother scoffed at this idea and asked me if it was useful! Of course I don't need his understanding, and I don't want to argue with him about whether it's useful or not. Then there are these words you see. For the same reason, I dare not use the word book because I am afraid of insulting the word book. As I write this, I exhale a long breath, and I can't describe how I feel. I hope my thoughts can bring a positive and sunny flavor to readers.

I'm right next to you

Zhang Yang died that night when he was forty-three years old. Like a stray dog, curling up in a dark corner under the bright lights of a foreign city, dying quietly. When he opened his eyes again, Zhang Yang found that he had become a widowed young dad. Looking at the cute baby, the first step Zhang Yang did was: Lie down? No! Our goal is... No cavities! Wrong! Wrong! Let's do it again – our goal is to post shit pictures on the wall! Yes, that's what happened. Daily writing. Purebred fields. Not engaged in career. If you don't like it, don't come in, thank you!

This work mainly records every bit of my thoughts in life.