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A train to another world

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The bamboo shadows under the eaves are sparse, and the wind shakes the paper to pieces and makes it clear. This volume of essays is the result of leisurely daily life, perhaps a moment of stopping to look at the bamboos after the rain, or perhaps the accidental thoughts of writing under the lamp. There is no deliberate structure, only the fragmentary insights and light moods, accompanied by the light and shadow among the bamboos, gently fall between the lines.

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I remember the little things in my life and share my joys, sorrows and joys with you, a different kind of life for ordinary citizens.

Write from 15 16 to 17 Just one step away from adulthood 17 is a nickname Trapped in the world, but with the broadest imagination of the world I want to say to you "I'm so reluctant, summer is almost over. It seems like nothing is being done. "

Dear child, when the seeds of kindness take root and sprout in your heart, you will surely feel the warmth of that light!

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In the fast-paced modern life, make time for yourself with a stick of incense, hold a cup of warm coffee in your hand, let the winter sunshine pour silently on the quiet desk, and place those complicated thoughts in this space with changing light and shadow...

He once longed for the stability of daily necessities, and the warmth of growing old together holding hands. But when those expectations were disappointed one by one, and the tenderness was disappointed one by one, he felt that even a glance at the lights in the world was a dazzling interruption.

As the question goes, what should I do if the exam starts tomorrow? We always have to prepare for various examinations, such as high school entrance examination, college entrance examination, postgraduate entrance examination, editing examination, public examination, and certificate examination. We are anxious about it and crazy about it. In my opinion, there is no need to do anything deliberately, just let everything continue as usual and allow everything to happen. This collection of articles of mine is not specifically about exams, nor will it tell you the secret to getting high scores. This can only be counted as a fragment of my past life experience. The important thing is that I am also preparing for an exam now, and plan to keep preparing until I get the ticket to the next level. And this sentence "If the exam starts tomorrow" is now on the desk in front of me. It is already more than August. This sentence says: "If the exam starts tomorrow, what do you want to do most now? Early morning on April 2, 2025."

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I write it as I like, and I usually have a strong desire to share it. Each chapter is a separate little diary, not a coherent novel. If you don't like it, please don't comment!

Remember the little things in life, boring things. Everyone's life is a book. Even an ordinary life contains extraordinary fun.

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The wind is rising and the butterflies are trying their wings.

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I am a pessimist

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Yintong's miscellaneous notes

This is a book written to slow down time. When you open it, you will feel like you are in a leisurely and comfortable park. There is no discussion about the lofty future here, only the sound of growing vegetation, the rhythm of the wind, and the process of a heart being caught by ordinary things. Between the pages of the book, there is the lingering warmth of tea, the crisp sound of wind chimes, and the threads of life that have been forgotten by the busy world, but are worth savoring. If you occasionally want to stop and find some peace from the rush, then there will be a breeze and benches here. --2025.12.8

Their years have passed and they are getting older. One day I suddenly discovered that I was growing up and my grandparents were really old. In the past, the road was long and slow, and there was only enough time to love one person in a lifetime. Life is long but fragile, but it takes a lifetime to experience it.

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Essays on life's hardships

This work is a collection of essays I have written over the years. I hope that everyone can gain a little touch and joy from my words, and that is enough for me!

Just think about it. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Interesting? Boring?

About the writer's own dream journey

The color of dusk is the amber deposited at the bottom of the oak barrel, and the last ray of light is as sticky as honey, slowly seeping in through the cracks in the porch. There is the sweet scent of wet soil and decaying honeysuckle in the air. That sweetness is overripe from the roots, carrying the weight of memory. The old man was sitting in a rocking chair, with the blanket on his knees half off. His fingers hung in the air, trembling slightly, as if he were touching the back of a mule that no longer existed. Frogs croaked from the swamp in the distance, one after another, as if they were counting the blood and oaths swallowed by the land. He saw that time was not a river, but countless layers of wings-some dove gray, some crow black-that flapped simultaneously, raising up old dust and wisps of baby hair. The granddaughter ran across the porch in her bare feet, the wooden boards groaning slightly. Her blond hair shimmered like cornrows, and her ankles were speckled with fresh mud. The sight made his throat tighten. Sixty years ago, another girl ran like this. Her footprints had already been turned into clay by the rain, but the moment she started running was forever mixed into the air, and every breath reopened that afternoon. The rocking chair continued to rock back and forth, its creaking sounds blending into the tapestry of cicada chirping. He closed his eyes and felt all yesterday rising from the cracks in the floor, wrapping the present moment softly. When the darkness finally spread up the stairs, there was something like a smile at the corner of his mouth. The twilight plated him into a soft bronze statue, but deep in the copper, there was still soft flesh.

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Xiaonan's mood diary!

In today's era of materialistic desires, we are all looking outside ourselves all the time, but we don't know that we will never be satisfied. If you forget to look inward and find your true heart, then you can understand yourself and apply it to the outside world at all times! This book will use Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism to help everyone slow down in this fast-paced era and find their true heart, so that they can better apply it to the outside world without being confused or losing their true heart!

Record every bit of life and leave beautiful memories.

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With my pen, I describe all my thoughts

Recording my daily life with my family and my fantastic experiences on this road

I wanted to make money, but I didn't have much ability. I thought my writing skills were good, so I decided to give it a try. Write an essay and see if you can make some money.

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I'll give you a ride through the mountains and rivers, and we'll meet again when the romance is romantic.

Perhaps we have read many books, watched many movies and TV shows, and gained a lot of inspiration from them. But as I grow older, I gradually realize that many people live, study and listen blindly. They rarely think about life, don't pay attention to their own living conditions, and don't care about their true feelings. They always take it for granted that what they learn and hear is the truth - I used to be the same way. It wasn't until I was approaching my thirties that I really realized something and came up with the idea of ​​recording what I saw and heard in my middle age in writing. The content of this book may seem dull and boring, but that doesn't matter. I just want to faithfully record myself at this stage. Whether there are readers is no longer important. What I want to write is the world in my eyes, those ordinary little people and stories. It is these bits and pieces that constitute my vivid and ordinary life.

A funny OC article

It has probably been more than 40 years since I left my life in the kampong. Sometimes when I think about it, some vague scenes and characters emerge from my mind. It's just that I didn't save the photos as memories at that time. To be honest, the trend of taking photos was not that popular at that time. Now I can only rely on memory alone to recall the situation back then. This book brings together the opinions and participation of brothers and sisters to complete this creation, and I hope it can evoke everyone's memories of a beautiful childhood life. With the rapid development of urbanization, the little red dot (Singapore) is small and different from other neighboring countries such as Malaysia, Thailand and Indonesia. It has a large area and a low population density, and has a large space for development. However, the little red dot is facing growing population pressure and is being driven out one by one across the island. The small citizens living in the countryside have been replaced by group living towards high-altitude development; from a sparse kampung life to a dense HDB housing form. Due to this forced change, the life trajectory of kampongs was swallowed up by reinforced concrete buildings, and now the only remaining traditional kampung - Lorong Wanguo Kampong - has been preserved with great difficulty, but its future fate is uncertain. From a carefree childhood to the current digital age where everyone has a mobile phone. From a life of living in harmony and mutual help without any intention to a self-styled state where everyone is responsible for their own affairs, the change in lifestyle has never returned and left traces that are difficult to trace. If you want to truly experience early kampung life, you can get a glimpse of the scenes in neighboring countries, but the differences and feelings you experience are difficult to match.

I wrote it casually when I was in junior high school.

A confused traveler living in the city? Or a wanderer lost in illusion? Oh, who knows!

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