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My name is Tianxin, a medical student who has not yet graduated. At the beginning of 2020, the epidemic struck Wuhan. Without telling my family, I resolutely went to the front line to fight the epidemic. I'm not a hero, I'm just a medical student who can't back down in times of crisis. In the cabin, the protective clothing was airtight and the goggles were filled with water vapor. Fatigue and fear accompanied them day and night. But seeing the patients' eyes looking forward to life, I told myself that I must hold on. Here, I met Li Nanmu. He was gentle and firm, silently supporting me when I was about to collapse, and softly comforting me when I secretly cried. We can't see each other's faces clearly, but we can feel the courage to live in the hands we hold tightly. We agreed that when the epidemic is over, we will go to see Wuhan University Sakura, practice medicine together, and stay together for the rest of our lives. That was my only light in the cold winter. I treated every patient with my heart and cherished every moment with him. I wrote this memoir because I was afraid that it would be too late to say goodbye properly. In the end, I failed to wait until spring, failed to fulfill my promise with Nanmu, and failed to return to my parents. If there is an afterlife, I would still like to learn medicine to save people, and I would still like to meet Li Nanmu. This book is dedicated to my parents, to forgive their daughter for leaving without saying goodbye; to Nanmu, to remember that there was a girl named Tianxin who loved you deeply and protected this city in the coldest winter. My name is Tianxin. I once went against the grain for my life and was moved by your heart. The spring breeze will remember that there was once a glimmer of light in Jiangcheng, which shined through and stayed in the wind and snow forever.

In the troubled times, Cao Mengde went from a young boy to a powerful man in charge of the north. He and Yuan Shao were once young confidants, and they talked about wine in the world. However, due to different ways, they met in battle in Guandu, and their old friendship was shattered. He welcomed the Han Dynasty and presented the emperor in danger, held the emperor in his arms and commanded the princes. The king and his ministers respected and guarded each other. A single edict hid all the power of the world. The tiger generals in the tent follow him, Xiahou Dun is loyal and brave, and follows him in life and death; Xu Chuchi bravely protects the Lord, never leaving, and is his sharpest sword and most stable shield. And that little dog named Maizi was the only gentle person in his half-life who was not involved in political intrigues or concerned about victory or defeat. The world calls him a traitor and calls him a usurper, but only he knows it. In this world, we have to fight for each other, we have to defend our country, we have to fight with old friends, we have to balance the monarch and his ministers, we have to protect our brothers, and even a puppy has to be properly cared for. I would rather betray others than guard the mountains and rivers in my heart; I will always be brave and alone in my life.

Feel the unique romance I bring to you in Liancheng

Take notes on life and express your feelings

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Hihi is finally here~ Let me introduce myself first. I am currently in high school. Ye Shengtao Cup finals ranked first in the country, Shanqing Cup finals ranked third in the province, science fiction preliminary competition ranked second in the province, and magazine articles were published in "Yilin" and "Reader". He is also a NetEase musician, guitar arranger, and lyricist. He is currently trying to be a self-media person. He aims to go to C9 university and has an ENFJ personality. This is my first work on this platform. Due to academic reasons, I cannot write long articles or many works, but I will share my favorite essays.

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Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works! Mo Xiang's literary charm and Mo Xiang's fame all come from one person. This is a diary, read according to the reader's mood.

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? Use words as a boat to cross the sorrows of human beings. Every stroke is a reunion with myself after a long separation.

Notes on small things in life

The embarrassed young man in the old days, those who have been let down in the long years... Whose life will be illuminated by the light found in memory?

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I'm bored, let's write.

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This is my self-reflection on life. In the lost years, I re-examine my past life, find the lost self, the ability to love, the heart to love myself, and the lost...

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"Tide Heart Record" is a tide book of the soul, recording the undercurrent and tenderness of youth, and recording the cracks and glimmers of growth. Those unspeakable loneliness, passion and thoughts all ebb and flow between the pages.

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Record every bit of warmth with my children at any time, the children who grow up with me

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The trapped bird didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky. He often envied the wild geese flying south, and occasionally felt lucky that he had someone to take care of his food and shelter. But it always feels like there is something lacking in this life.

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Essays recording primary school life,

A conversation between two college classmates, a discussion about consciousness and reality. One is from the perspective of consciousness, the other is from the perspective of reality. Day after day, year after year. After they graduated, they still came to the riverside of the university to discuss these contents.

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A strange nightmare shrouded in mist. An abandoned old primary school, a dark coffin wreath, a weird shampoo shop and a dead ancient courtyard emerged one after another. Chasing, peeping and unknown fear were shrouded in layers. When the fingertips touch the warmth of the golden stick, when the statue of the god is broken and the water is spread, this bizarre dream contains unknown horror and confusion. Even the dawn when I wake up cannot dispel the coldness that is engraved in the bone marrow.

It's just random thoughts. Don't believe everything. Don't listen to everything. Okay, twenty words is enough.

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I didn't expect that I would work hard for someone~

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(Time travel, sapiosexual male and female protagonist) Frustrated and haggard, Ni Su faced the rough canal and jumped in without hesitation. "I'm finally free..." It should be good to die in the dream you long for. The dream has become a bit long, so long that I forget whether I am Ni Su or Su'er. A man who wanted to die got a chance to be reborn. A god who controlled the world fell in love with a man who wanted to die. From then on, he could neither live nor die... "King, can I call you Ye?" "Why is it called night?" "Because my name is Su'er. There is no difference between Su and night. Su can only belong to Ye, and night can only belong to Su'er." One thought his arrival was an accident, but the other tried his best to get her. I originally gave up on death, but forgot that history is immutable, and wishful thinking has become the driving force of history. However, the love is deep and shallow, and it is just a dream after all. "Su'er, I'll take you home!" "Su'er? It wasn't me that long ago..."

This work is a life-like prose and argumentative essay written by the author in his free time when he was in a troubled mood when he was in the second to third grade of junior high school. The content is truly extracted from the author's real life, reflecting the pressure on ordinary people in life, and the complex emotions mixed with the sophistication of the world.

A collection of original inspirational stories

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Me, you, her, him. Have your own story. These short stories express deep love, but the specific depth and depth of love need to be felt and understood by oneself. This is a very personal emotion because everyone understands and feels love differently. This may also be an invitation to go deeper, to think, to observe, to feel the depth and heat of this love. Full of emotion and meaning, it is a deep expression of love, and I believe you can feel the love. Let you think about it, let you take a look. You will find some content, let's take a look.

The author of "The Complete Works of Zhou Jie" is Zhou Jie, whose pen name is Zhou Ding. It is a short life essay written by Zhou Jie. From Zhou Jie's perspective, it focuses on several major themes such as growth, career, mentality, frustration, the Internet, environmental protection, technology, etc., Records personal insights and thinking about the times, and conveys positive values ​​​​and life attitudes. The language of the book is simple and close to daily life, suitable for quick reading and sharing of insights.

It is an essay, a piece of random thoughts, a simple story, and a starting point that does not want to give up.

I am an ordinary girl who works hard but lacks talent and luck. I have many dreams that are far away from realization, but I have not given up. I hope to pursue the things I like, even if the rewards are not much, pray for good luck, and long to be loved by fate.

The three essays represent my "dream", "past", and "self" respectively.

In Longcheng, there are too many such him and her. Maybe you are walking on the street, and a woman with long hair turns in your eyes, like a glimpse of the distant world, and your eyebrows are filled with spring songs and Chinese music. Or maybe they just met each other under the huge purple wisteria tree, but their figures blended into the picture, forming a huge landscape painting. Like a dream, like a song, like wine, like poetry.

The spring breeze makes the horse's hooves jitter, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. Things often go wrong as you wish, but you can always tell people the same thing.

Write as you feel, as you feel, and as time goes by

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I record the past in the form of words to prove that the past existed.

Where are you going? Where are you going to drift to in this life? The best thing is not water, and the best thing is neither you nor me. What are we fighting for? What is the object of discussion? If the thing agreed upon in the world is a stone, Should the stone be thrown or left in one's own hands? Is happiness in your heart or in front of you? Maybe, in the end it will just become this sentence, Live in sorrow, live in joy. Live openly and naturally, growing freely, like an ancient tree.