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Girl's Love History
Short Fiction女孩的情史
Mu Enli
I have always seen your kindness to me and kept it in my heart. You always want to give me the best, give me everything you can, and always work hard to change your life. In fact, you are everything to me. I already have the most precious thing in the world. I didn't understand before, I didn't understand how happy I was the moment I woke up and found you lying next to me. In fact, there is a lot more I want to say, but at this moment, I don't know how to describe it. I cherish every day, every moment, and every second that I have spent with you in the past, and I want to have you every day, every moment, and every second in the future. I believe that one day we will step into that sacred hall as we hope, and then say "I do" openly and openly.
I have always seen your kindness to me and kept it in my heart. You always want to give me the best, give me everything you can, and always work hard to change your life. In fact, you are everything to me. I already have the most precious thing in the world. I didn't understand before, I didn't understand how happy I was the moment I woke up and found you lying next to me. In fact, there is a lot more I want to say, but at this moment, I don't know how to describe it. I cherish every day, every moment, and every second that I have spent with you in the past, and I want to have you every day, every moment, and every second in the future. I believe that one day we will step into that sacred hall as we hope, and then say "I do" openly and openly.

May You Forget Time
Short Fiction愿你忘却时间
Looking Over The Smoke And Clouds
This is my first book, a book of poetry and prose. Hope you like it ^_^?(\U002F≧▽≦\u002F)
This is my first book, a book of poetry and prose. Hope you like it ^_^?(\U002F≧▽≦\u002F)

Mumu Xiyuan
Short Fiction木木夕缘
Mumu Xiyuan
The most true deep in the soul; the most natural expression; the charm of poetry
The most true deep in the soul; the most natural expression; the charm of poetry

Lily in My Heart
Short Fiction心中的百合
Xiao Yue Chasing The Wind
The lilies are in bloom, holy and beautiful. I also had a flower like that, but now it has gone with the wind. I keep its aura in my heart. Let her care for my soul.
The lilies are in bloom, holy and beautiful. I also had a flower like that, but now it has gone with the wind. I keep its aura in my heart. Let her care for my soul.

First Gathering
Short Fiction初云集
Tian Celang
Ordinary life is always hard, but occasionally colorful butterflies appear in dreams, Every bit of writing turns into memory, and there are always three thousand years gathered together!
Ordinary life is always hard, but occasionally colorful butterflies appear in dreams, Every bit of writing turns into memory, and there are always three thousand years gathered together!

Break into Life
Short Fiction闯人生
Wang Qinhao
When I was 14 years old, I was filled with emotions. Over the past 14 years, I felt that I was confused and had no goals in life. I hoped that I could wake up.
When I was 14 years old, I was filled with emotions. Over the past 14 years, I felt that I was confused and had no goals in life. I hoped that I could wake up.

Poems Written in the Past
Short Fiction曾经的写过的诗歌
Yue Mingxi
This is a collection of poems written daily. I hope you all like it. Thank you.
This is a collection of poems written daily. I hope you all like it. Thank you.

Whistle in the Dark
Short Fiction黑暗中的口哨
Rock Sugar Calla Lily
In a small town in Missouri in the 1920s, Clem is torn between his family responsibilities and the life he wants to live. He must start working in a lead mine on his thirteenth birthday to help his sister afford medical bills. He left school, and what happened next made him gradually say goodbye to a little boy and grow into a strong-hearted person...
In a small town in Missouri in the 1920s, Clem is torn between his family responsibilities and the life he wants to live. He must start working in a lead mine on his thirteenth birthday to help his sister afford medical bills. He left school, and what happened next made him gradually say goodbye to a little boy and grow into a strong-hearted person...

Collection of Poems by Skywalker
Short Fiction天街行者诗集
Skywalker
Every poem tells one's true feelings. The only way to relieve worries is to write poems!
Every poem tells one's true feelings. The only way to relieve worries is to write poems!

Thousands of Swords
Short Fiction百姿万剑
Beidou Is Hard To Get Drunk
It took ten years to sharpen a sword, but the frost never wiped it off. Today I am showing you to you, who has any injustice?
It took ten years to sharpen a sword, but the frost never wiped it off. Today I am showing you to you, who has any injustice?

That Year the Flowers Bloomed on Siyue Day
Short Fiction那年花开泗月天
Slightly Sugary But Not Sugary
The flowers have bloomed all summer, the leaves have fallen and the wind has warmed me. The child I once was has become slim and graceful, and the growth I once expected has been realized by the years. I hope that when you grow up, you can be treated gently by the years. Don't stay in a small space anymore. The world is so small and your heart is so small. Don't always live in it. Come out and see more. Even though the years are pale, there will eventually be someone who treats you like the first time you met. There are ups and downs in the world, and three thousand fates are shallow. When we meet again, they are all fate.
The flowers have bloomed all summer, the leaves have fallen and the wind has warmed me. The child I once was has become slim and graceful, and the growth I once expected has been realized by the years. I hope that when you grow up, you can be treated gently by the years. Don't stay in a small space anymore. The world is so small and your heart is so small. Don't always live in it. Come out and see more. Even though the years are pale, there will eventually be someone who treats you like the first time you met. There are ups and downs in the world, and three thousand fates are shallow. When we meet again, they are all fate.

Horse Driver
Short Fiction赶马人
Qingzi Stone
There is such a group of people who make a living by driving carriages, pulling people and carrying passengers, and day after day they wait for the returning guests from afar...
There is such a group of people who make a living by driving carriages, pulling people and carrying passengers, and day after day they wait for the returning guests from afar...

I Want to Give You a Poem
Short Fiction想给你的诗
Super Junior High School Student
A girl's appreciation and love for a boy eventually turns the boy into her motivation to move forward, looking forward to becoming a better version of herself and meeting the boy in the bright future.
A girl's appreciation and love for a boy eventually turns the boy into her motivation to move forward, looking forward to becoming a better version of herself and meeting the boy in the bright future.

Charles and His Poetry
Short Fiction尔斯和他的诗
Ers
Charles and his poems, the memory of time gone by, and the direct confrontation of it...
Charles and his poems, the memory of time gone by, and the direct confrontation of it...

Lan Yuan's Poetry Collection
Short Fiction蓝渊诗集
Loulan Flower Room
Different poetry collections may give you different feelings. Please check the poem when it arrives.
Different poetry collections may give you different feelings. Please check the poem when it arrives.

Freshman Collection
Short Fiction新生集
Guo Panmin
Mixing everything I think, everything I sing, everything I adore, everything I yearn for, everything I love.
Mixing everything I think, everything I sing, everything I adore, everything I yearn for, everything I love.

A Gift for Haizi
Short Fiction给海子的礼物
Edible Wood Grass
A poem written by a student who likes Haizi. Poetry is a part of life.
A poem written by a student who likes Haizi. Poetry is a part of life.

Quickly Travel Through the Villain I Raised
Short Fiction快穿之我养的反派
Yuedu
Ning Yiyi died in a car accident on her birthday and was selected by the system to be in an unfinished book to save the world and fill in the gaps.
Ning Yiyi died in a car accident on her birthday and was selected by the system to be in an unfinished book to save the world and fill in the gaps.

Poems About the Mind
Short Fiction心路之诗文
Gumoxuan
The young man is gone after all, but the path he walked remains. My own creation, please don't comment if you don't like it, thank you, it's just for entertainment.
The young man is gone after all, but the path he walked remains. My own creation, please don't comment if you don't like it, thank you, it's just for entertainment.

Where Does the Spirit Come From?
Short Fiction灵从何起
Chang'an Is Not Dark
I don't know where this huge world came from, I don't know when we got these green mountains and green waters, I don't know when civilization was born, humans occupy the pinnacle and "control" the creatures of the world. Have we forgotten the original meaning of life...
I don't know where this huge world came from, I don't know when we got these green mountains and green waters, I don't know when civilization was born, humans occupy the pinnacle and "control" the creatures of the world. Have we forgotten the original meaning of life...

Futaki's Love
Short Fiction二木的爱
Ermujin
Most of the poems included in this booklet were written when I was studying in college. They seem very immature now, but they record my fantasy and understanding of love during my college days, reveal my desire and confusion for pure love, and are deeply imprinted on my youthful growth.
Most of the poems included in this booklet were written when I was studying in college. They seem very immature now, but they record my fantasy and understanding of love during my college days, reveal my desire and confusion for pure love, and are deeply imprinted on my youthful growth.

Yueyangji
Short Fiction跃阳集
Account Will Be Canceled Soon
When we talk about Tang poetry and Song lyrics, probably some romantic things will always come to our minds. Or the spring rain of apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, or the fierce autumn wind of horses in the north of the Great Wall, or the romance of Li Taibai picking the stars with his hands, or the confusion of when Su Zizhan forgot about the camp. More or less, everyone will remember one or two classics in their hearts. I think this is what others call the power of culture. Therefore, I am often glad that we have Tang poetry, Song poetry, and four great classics in our history. I am glad that I am a descendant of the Yan and Huang Dynasties and was born in such a country with a long history. But sometimes I also regret it. For example, poetry and ancient prose, which have been passed down for thousands of years, seem to be declining in today's increasingly impetuous society. As far as I can see, poetry has actually become a niche culture. Not to mention creation, there seem to be very few people left who are willing to read it quietly. I understand that this is the trend and the general trend. The reason may be that people's life pace is too fast and they have no time to distract their energy; it may also be that the threshold for poetry creation is too high, which discourages many people. But as an ordinary person who loves poetry, I still feel a deep regret in my heart. Of course, I don't dare to dream that I can change anything on my own (how can a nobody dare to bear such a big name). The reason why I want to write these things here is just because there is a platform here so that more people can see: poetry is not only understood by those "high-ranking" people, there are also ordinary people like me who create it. The art of poetry is not dead. Finally, if anyone is interested, you are welcome to support, correct, and discuss.
When we talk about Tang poetry and Song lyrics, probably some romantic things will always come to our minds. Or the spring rain of apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, or the fierce autumn wind of horses in the north of the Great Wall, or the romance of Li Taibai picking the stars with his hands, or the confusion of when Su Zizhan forgot about the camp. More or less, everyone will remember one or two classics in their hearts. I think this is what others call the power of culture. Therefore, I am often glad that we have Tang poetry, Song poetry, and four great classics in our history. I am glad that I am a descendant of the Yan and Huang Dynasties and was born in such a country with a long history. But sometimes I also regret it. For example, poetry and ancient prose, which have been passed down for thousands of years, seem to be declining in today's increasingly impetuous society. As far as I can see, poetry has actually become a niche culture. Not to mention creation, there seem to be very few people left who are willing to read it quietly. I understand that this is the trend and the general trend. The reason may be that people's life pace is too fast and they have no time to distract their energy; it may also be that the threshold for poetry creation is too high, which discourages many people. But as an ordinary person who loves poetry, I still feel a deep regret in my heart. Of course, I don't dare to dream that I can change anything on my own (how can a nobody dare to bear such a big name). The reason why I want to write these things here is just because there is a platform here so that more people can see: poetry is not only understood by those "high-ranking" people, there are also ordinary people like me who create it. The art of poetry is not dead. Finally, if anyone is interested, you are welcome to support, correct, and discuss.

Singing Taiping Town
Short Fiction歌唱太平镇
Tao Yuanmin
A series of stories about my time in Taiping Town, from birth to now, this land that I love has turned out to be my paradise, now and in the future.
A series of stories about my time in Taiping Town, from birth to now, this land that I love has turned out to be my paradise, now and in the future.

Time Goes by Slowly
Short Fiction岁月你慢慢走
Zhang Shuoyi
"You have the fragrance of flowers and hidden worries, and I have the beauty and severe pain." Here are some poems, essays and essays.
"You have the fragrance of flowers and hidden worries, and I have the beauty and severe pain." Here are some poems, essays and essays.

Taboo Puppet Master Poems
Short Fiction禁忌人偶师诗词
Forbidden Humanoid Master
In junior high school, you should have enjoyed the beautiful flowers, but unfortunately you were plagued by illness. You withered like a flower, leaving me with endless thoughts.
In junior high school, you should have enjoyed the beautiful flowers, but unfortunately you were plagued by illness. You withered like a flower, leaving me with endless thoughts.

请把最好的爱给最爱你的人
Internet Cafe Three Times In A Row
What kind of sky will there be when I see a rainbow in the future? Believe that no matter where you go or who you meet, you are lucky. The same is true whether it gives you sadness or joy.
What kind of sky will there be when I see a rainbow in the future? Believe that no matter where you go or who you meet, you are lucky. The same is true whether it gives you sadness or joy.

Ninety-nine Love Letters Written to Xiao Haituan
Short Fiction写给小海疼的九十九封情书
Miss Ayu
When he met her in high school, it was due to fate, not marriage.
When he met her in high school, it was due to fate, not marriage.

The Scenery Seen
Short Fiction看见的风景
Nancheng Listens To The Wind And Rain
If you feel it with your heart, you can feel the temperature of the wind, the whisper of the flowers, and the quiet intoxication of the night.
If you feel it with your heart, you can feel the temperature of the wind, the whisper of the flowers, and the quiet intoxication of the night.

Ten Thousand Essays
Short Fiction万篇作文
Maple·rujun
These are some short compositions, you can read them all, they are original, but they are not very good, don't mind~
These are some short compositions, you can read them all, they are original, but they are not very good, don't mind~

Overlord Song: the Nobles under the Sunset
Short Fiction霸王歌之夕阳下的贵族
Beidou Is Hard To Get Drunk
The waves of the Wujiang River are white, the sun and the moon are white, the tigers are roaring and the dragons are mourning. The heroes of the ages have temporarily returned to heaven, and the songs are remembered in the sky.
The waves of the Wujiang River are white, the sun and the moon are white, the tigers are roaring and the dragons are mourning. The heroes of the ages have temporarily returned to heaven, and the songs are remembered in the sky.

Prose Salted Fish
Short Fiction散文咸鱼
Xiansanjiang
Various manuscripts and essays record life, record life, and make writing another way of recording life.
Various manuscripts and essays record life, record life, and make writing another way of recording life.

Remembering the Past
Short Fiction心忆昔
Morning Star Grass
These poems are all about the author's feelings in his own life.
These poems are all about the author's feelings in his own life.

Stick to the Ordinary
Short Fiction坚守平凡
Wu Youcao
Ordinary people doing extraordinary things Don't do it if you say it, don't say it if you do it This is not just a gap Even more realm
Ordinary people doing extraordinary things Don't do it if you say it, don't say it if you do it This is not just a gap Even more realm

Ivory House Fairy Tale
Short Fiction象牙屋童话
Golden Crown Holy Lord
Create some short stories for children. Suitable for children and teenagers to read.
Create some short stories for children. Suitable for children and teenagers to read.

Sleepless Night
Short Fiction惊梦无眠夜
Xia Mo·mengcheng
I have compiled and written a collection of poems based on my own personal experiences and sentiments, including classic poems of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, which will give readers a unique charm. A love song about the past.
I have compiled and written a collection of poems based on my own personal experiences and sentiments, including classic poems of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, which will give readers a unique charm. A love song about the past.

Unprofessional Poem
Short Fiction不专业诗
Eat Meat Every Meal
The changes in literary works can best record a person's journey of becoming. Readership: 197882643
The changes in literary works can best record a person's journey of becoming. Readership: 197882643

Start in the Garden
Short Fiction花园里起步
Chu Qian Jiang Chen
"Hello World" once told me to say goodbye. This is a new chapter, a new beginning. Let us embark on that new journey with "Your Tenderness". This collection includes self-composed modern poems and ancient poems from 2019 to the present in chronological order.
"Hello World" once told me to say goodbye. This is a new chapter, a new beginning. Let us embark on that new journey with "Your Tenderness". This collection includes self-composed modern poems and ancient poems from 2019 to the present in chronological order.

Original Classical Poetry
Short Fiction原创古典诗词
See The Morning
The two poems are named "Ju Si" and "Tian Xing Ge" respectively. "Ju Si" mainly talks about the feeling of longing that is close but not yet felt, while "Tian Xing Ge" tells a kind of open-minded and heroic love belief. Friends who like poetry can appreciate it and hope that everyone will give their opinions.
The two poems are named "Ju Si" and "Tian Xing Ge" respectively. "Ju Si" mainly talks about the feeling of longing that is close but not yet felt, while "Tian Xing Ge" tells a kind of open-minded and heroic love belief. Friends who like poetry can appreciate it and hope that everyone will give their opinions.

Common Man of the Country
Short Fiction国之匹夫
Crazy Maniac
The five thousand years of history of China are guarded and written by generations of pioneers!
The five thousand years of history of China are guarded and written by generations of pioneers!

Poems Flow Far Away
Short Fiction诗流远方
Trainee Dream Builder
Practice it personally, reject piracy, and support genuine authorization, starting from this moment!
Practice it personally, reject piracy, and support genuine authorization, starting from this moment!

Fallen Leaves in June
Short Fiction六月的落叶
Ji Fuhong
I would like to use this easy-to-understand prose to commemorate my somewhat regretful but fleeting childhood.
I would like to use this easy-to-understand prose to commemorate my somewhat regretful but fleeting childhood.

Collection of Gengzi's Poems
Short Fiction庚子诗词寒云集
Thousand Paper Pigeons
Contains most of the poems written in the Gengzi year, when cold clouds began to cover the year.
Contains most of the poems written in the Gengzi year, when cold clouds began to cover the year.

Guiyunman
Short Fiction归云漫
Snowy South Road
The scenery was beautiful that day. You were waiting for me on the street corner... I still remember the faint moonlight after the sunset... I still remember the lights of thousands of houses under the faint moonlight...
The scenery was beautiful that day. You were waiting for me on the street corner... I still remember the faint moonlight after the sunset... I still remember the lights of thousands of houses under the faint moonlight...

Insights into Life
Short Fiction对人生的见解
Qiping
Thoughts on life, perception of life, understanding of life
Thoughts on life, perception of life, understanding of life

Collection of Heart Dreams
Short Fiction心梦集
Dai Liying
"New Dream Collection" uses metaphors, personification and other techniques to associate things with career, life, dreams and other aspects. It contains the author's rich emotions and is a collection of poems with comprehensive themes.
"New Dream Collection" uses metaphors, personification and other techniques to associate things with career, life, dreams and other aspects. It contains the author's rich emotions and is a collection of poems with comprehensive themes.

Yangyang Brand Prose Poetry Collection
Short Fiction阳阳牌散文诗集
Color Development
The prose poem, emmmm, was not well written. Sorry, my hand slipped and I finished it. If necessary, I can ask for advice and re-open a new book (please search for the Yangyang brand prose collection on the Qidian Reading app)
The prose poem, emmmm, was not well written. Sorry, my hand slipped and I finished it. If necessary, I can ask for advice and re-open a new book (please search for the Yangyang brand prose collection on the Qidian Reading app)

By Nameless
Short Fiction藉藉无名
Wu Chenwen
Mo Yan, you are worried and I am even more worried. It is better than the three-story tower in the sky. You are a piece of the moon under your feet, and I am the moon shining on Kyushu. This book is an ancient poem with five characters and seven characters, not a modern poem. There are seventeen poems in the book. I would like to select one or two of them and give them to you, as if you were here in person.
Mo Yan, you are worried and I am even more worried. It is better than the three-story tower in the sky. You are a piece of the moon under your feet, and I am the moon shining on Kyushu. This book is an ancient poem with five characters and seven characters, not a modern poem. There are seventeen poems in the book. I would like to select one or two of them and give them to you, as if you were here in person.

Buried Innocence
Short Fiction已被埋葬的天真
Nangong Lingyu
For me now, the word love can only be viewed from a distance. Because......
For me now, the word love can only be viewed from a distance. Because......

Pen Flowers and Ink
Short Fiction笔花墨絮
Bamboo Dance Rhyme
Time sends gifts, little waves of life! Prose, miscellany, and occasional poetry are all here! Have you ever had these feelings and resonances in the hustle and bustle life or the quiet life? Return to the simplicity of literature and art, and write about the perception of human nature! The strings promote the truth, goodness and beauty, and create a paradise of dreams for the soul!
Time sends gifts, little waves of life! Prose, miscellany, and occasional poetry are all here! Have you ever had these feelings and resonances in the hustle and bustle life or the quiet life? Return to the simplicity of literature and art, and write about the perception of human nature! The strings promote the truth, goodness and beauty, and create a paradise of dreams for the soul!

Selected Poems of Qingyu
Short Fiction清雨诗歌选集
Believer In Nothingness
The future is in the infinite silent distance, I think, I will keep writing. This is me in the past, and it has disappeared at this time.
The future is in the infinite silent distance, I think, I will keep writing. This is me in the past, and it has disappeared at this time.