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Some past events are like wind and can disappear in an instant; some past events are like smoke and always float in the sky of memory...

I die with the past, and the flowers will still bloom in the coming year.

Wearing a backpack from the 1980s, he looked preoccupied, like a child forced out of the mountains. He was cleanly dressed, came from a poor family, and had an unspectacular appearance. He only had a high school education. He had struggled for more than ten years in a city without a place, and his career had never been successful. He lived in a small dark house in a remote suburb every day. He felt inexplicably sad about being dependent on others. There were so many men without cars, houses and savings, and he was commonly known as the "three-no" youth in the hearts of many girls. Although he was a young man with "three noes", he fell in love with a girl 12 years younger than him. After five years of indissoluble bond, he got hastily engaged... A marriage that is not promising is destined to be a tragedy. Love can break the promise, but marriage must not be let down. Ao Yi couldn't afford to lose his love. The shadow of this relationship affected his entire life. His sense of security was gone and everything had changed. He had lost both his life and money. Everyone seemed to have bad intentions and come with thorns... At the same time, in a small county town within a hundred miles of Lu Ziao, there was Lu Xiaoqi, who had the same surname as him. She also suffered from a wrong marriage and became depressed and ill. The plot in the dream was not like this. In just two months, she suddenly suffered from autism and attempted suicide at home. She almost went crazy...

The story of Cinderella and the Little Bastard. . . Hehe

In the crisp autumn weather, a young man's emotional dynamics after meeting an upright young girl through an introduction. In just twenty-two days, the man's living conditions have undergone great changes. On the twenty-second day, the relationship ended, and the boy seemed to have lost everything...

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Different perspectives, different feelings, and simple encounters are so beautiful that you are intoxicated. This is life. It is not because of loneliness that you discover beauty, but because you have a pair of discerning eyes that always pay attention to the most beautiful you. Don't miss it when you pass by, give roses to others, leave the lingering fragrance in your hands, open them slowly, read them gently, and leave your yearning for a better life with your careless hands. This is the communication of the soul, the footsteps of the soul are heard by me, and you are my overnight guest.

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Get rid of your skin and realize yourself; comfort others and enrich your soul; sacrifice your life for righteousness and achieve righteousness; whether it is heaven or hell, you have no say, my future is my decision. If I want it, anything is possible. Destruction, survival, life, choose it yourself! Burn yourself and light up the world. Spend your life pursuing your dreams in the way you like, and then you will live your life in this world in vain. A life can be ten years, twenty years, or thirty years... It doesn't count if you say it, or if I say it. It mainly depends on God!

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The chicken soup is not fragrant and does not add chicken soup. The essays on life do not have much spice. If you like it, I can continue the essay for you. If you don't like it, I can only lament for myself.

No one is born pessimistic, only the pessimistic world influences us.

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If you like to read these very true stories, I will update them more. Anyway, they are all written out of boredom. You can think more about these stories after reading them.

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When she reached middle age, she had gradually lost the feeling of love and being loved in the trivial family tribulations... Until that day, she met her former crush...

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I would like to write this book to commemorate my childhood, those rare happy times amid regrets. My junior high school ended hastily. Before the end of my scrawled youth, I collected them as much as possible.

When we are no longer young, when we look back on the past, there are always a few people worth remembering for life, him, her, or that one.

Xu Jiayan came back from the bathroom, her eyes fell on a certain corner. The young man was clean and timid, which shocked her entire youth.

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Here I am against everything, betrayal, challenge, and dark people (I hope readers will not be embarrassed, I am a poor and helpless author)

I often hear people say that nine times out of ten love is sad. But I feel that love has no joy or sorrow from beginning to end.

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Half a day off during the winter solstice, you can steal half a day of leisure

Everyone has their own childhood, and there may be the same memories as mine! Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

I don't know when I felt like I was trapped in a bottle. I knew where the exit was, but I didn't get out.

In the dream, the sword cut off the white hair, and the pain was like the white hair being cut off from the black hair. The poem in the dream is so clear-eyed every time I write it. Looking for white rain on the road, the moss marks on the glass are fresh and the grass is new. It was drizzling late at night and the clothes were weeping. Whether it rains in the south of the city, my heart will fall with you; At that time, the young man was simple and kind, leading the wolf. Dreams, incomprehensible, dreams, incomprehensible, dreams seem illusory and real, becoming more and more real...

One word, one world, the twelfth lunar month brings new year

My life is recorded in my own words, and my sincere feelings are revealed between the lines. Every text is my reflection on life. I would like to encourage you all!

It has brought life and it has also brought destruction; It is invisible, and when it blows by, it takes away my sad thoughts.

I want to say I love you, not a bright future

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I raised my eyes to see the sun, but I did not see you.

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This book is participating in the Oracle Essay Competition, no more than 500 words!

A little heartfelt message

Jia Gu Wenhu, Leopard Imagination

Imagine the word "rain" in oracle bone inscriptions

Work hard, make progress

Do you like peach blossoms?

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