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Milk tea, desserts, my little cutie, that was the first time I saw him. If you like it, say it out and be brave enough to pursue it. (Little sweet article, don't worry, sweet)

Use faint ink to write about the dull pain in the world, and use clear characters to write about the silence of half a lifetime. There is no roar, only dull sadness, quietly lingering in daily life. Each article is short and each sentence touches the heart. To those who quietly collapse and bear everything alone.

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When a mess of bones and rusted tools spanning the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties were unearthed from the depths of the dry well in Yangfangbao, Xuanhua, Hebei Province, the tip of the iceberg suddenly emerged from a land that had been covered up by droughts and legends for seven hundred years. The investigation team moved forward in the fog: rigorous archaeologists, local chroniclers who are familiar with the context, and calm geological engineers. What they faced was the "zodiac picture" on the mountain wall that looked like a book from heaven, the "Fire Cave" that exuded warmth in winter, and the ancient motto of "guarding the mausoleum" that the villagers had passed down from generation to generation but had changed beyond recognition. All clues point to a grand truth that has been forgotten by history - this is not an imperial mausoleum, but a huge official stone quarry set up for the construction of the capital during the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties; there are no ghosts, only hidden engineering hazards deeply rooted in the ground and simple monitoring that spans dynasties; there are no treasure legends, only the blood and tears of labor locked by "craftsmen", and the "Changyukou" battle that broke out to compete for this strategic location, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. "The Mysterious Xuanhua Yangfang Fort" peels off the magnificent shell of the legend and restores the hard texture of history with cold brushstrokes. This is a story about stones, blood and watch, a profound inquiry into how historical memory is formed, distorted and reconstructed. When modern technology illuminates the deep underground scene, and when the nameless people underground are finally included in the time genealogy, what we find is a cold bronze mirror that reflects the power and cost of human engineering. The mountain is silent, but the castle remains the same. Underneath the mystery is a reality that is far heavier than the legend.

A good girl vs a loaded man

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After she was abandoned by that cruel man, as time went by, she gained the most sincere affection from the cruel man's brother. In reality, she is lucky!

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Lin Mo and Mo Chen Roof met Unexpectedly, he was hunted down

Many years later, in the corridor of the provincial hospital that smelled of disinfectant, I met Song Ci again. He looked at me, much more mature, with the calmness of an adult between his brows and eyes. "It's raining outside," he asked, "Did you bring an umbrella?" It suddenly occurred to me that our stories always seem to be related to rain.

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Everyone is writing about traveling through ancient times, about emperors loving each other, and fighting against female protagonists. Everyone only cares about the heroines with a halo. In fact, every concubine in those deep palaces has his or her own unknown story. Before the mulberry leaves fall, their leaves are as bright as silk. Come on! No mulberries to eat. Come on! No time to hang out with scholars. It can still be said that scholars are delayed. A woman's procrastination cannot be explained. The mulberry trees have fallen, and they have turned yellow and fallen. Self-imposed, poor at the age of three. The water in Qishui is flowing, and the curtains and clothes are gradually falling. Women are also unhappy, and scholars behave differently. Scholars are also extremely ignorant, but only have two or three virtues. --The Book of Songs, Meng

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An address, a family, in the world and in the soul. Time is a little kid that urges people on the road. A family on the road hastily decides on every step they take, and gradually the family becomes separated; but there is an invisible force that brings the family back together again; a bridge between the underworld and the world is built, and that address is just a ruin of the passage of time, and it is the place where the family's story begins. Ordinary things are done in an ordinary way, and ordinary days pass in an ordinary way. Time, a little kid, adds years as a catalyst. From then on, the days accumulated in every moment have a weight that cannot be underestimated, becoming a series of connected fleeting flashes of light, sealed in the memory of this family.

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In a world full of mystery and madness, Anna White is an "orderly therapist" who is out of place. Her extraordinary ability follows a crushing rigor: wounds must be queued for treatment according to the time of injury, treatment intervals must comply with cooling regulations, and any wound that attempts to cut in the queue will trigger the backlash clause of the "Therapist Code". When Leonard Mitchell, the "poet" of the Nighthawks team, met this extremely rigid therapist, he felt that he had encountered the biggest crisis of his career - not an evil god or a monster, but a woman who would tell him at a critical moment of life and death, "Your fatal injury is in third place, and there are two minor injuries in front of you that are being treated." To make matters worse, he found himself falling in love with this freak who even had to follow procedures to save his life. Thus, the most absurd pursuit in the mysterious world began: he studied the "Human Injury Priority Guide" just to put his wounds at the front of her schedule; he deliberately created perfectly symmetrical injuries just to match her new ability of "dual-thread treatment"; he asked her on the line between life and death: "If I am about to die, can I jump in line?" She pushed up her glasses: "Please provide three certificates of critical illness." Until one day, Leonard was really close to death. Anna knelt beside him, breaking the rules for the first time, treating seven fatal wounds at the same time, allowing the backlash to tear apart her spirituality. He smiled and said, "Look, you are finally willing to let me jump in line." She cried and replied: "No... I just wrote your name in the first position of all my schedules, circled it with a red pen, and marked it as 'permanent highest priority'.

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Forced love. The whole family was wronged, and she was forced to stay by the regent's side. From hatred to love, she finally became a lifelong love.

A collection of short essays caused by randomness, unintelligible words in dreams

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The story of Pain learning about emotions after being accidentally awakened in Naruto

A life without shining stars

2287, peace. When Lin Yuan woke up, the first snow of the year was falling outside the window. The number on the monitor jumped a few times and returned to zero. He sat up and put his palms against the wall as he had done every morning for the past two hundred years. Warm. The thermostatic system never failed, but he still made a habit of checking it - this action came from the winter of 1921, when he first touched the wall of the landlord's house where the heater was burning. He was only sixteen years old at that time, and the cuts made by rice straw during the autumn harvest were still embedded in the gaps between his fingernails.

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He is rumored to be the strongest swordsman in the world, the loneliest swordsman, and the most pitiful swordsman...

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Bite! It is detected that the host has activated "The Strongest System in the World". The system is synchronizing... Warning?? Warning?? The host's destiny is being stripped away, the system activation has failed, and the system is dissipating... Boy, lend me your luck, thank you At this time, 15-year-old Xunmeng is slowly digesting everything that happened today...

When she returned from the prosperous northern city to the southern town where she lived as a child, she ignored almost everyone's incomprehension and just returned to the town firmly. There are memories of her and him in the diary in the bedroom and under the old locust tree behind the north house, but there are no traces of his life. But she finally found him - her little god of death - under the locust tree. This is an unexpected encounter between the past and the present, and it is also a reunion between her and him.

Be my wind, blowing on my cheek; Be my king, I'm waiting for you to come back.

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Every little bit of inspiration creates ordinary works. I hope to meet readers who share the same passion (u?? U??)

Everyone has their own name. Everyone may or may not approve of their own name. Drimlu'ao's life is wandering between recognition and disapproval.

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Lin Niannian worked hard to buy a house with river view, but her adoptive parents and younger brother forced her to live in the house and rob her, and she was even injured. After years of hiding herself, she finally revealed a shocking secret: she was a kidnapped child, and her adoptive parents had seized the inheritance of her biological parents. She fought back with ironclad evidence, put the bad guys in jail, and ultimately lived her life as her own light.

A hilarious alternative Water Margin that subverts the classics, starting from Song Jianggang's succession as the master of Liang Village, it depicts the craziest, most passionate, and supreme brotherhood between one hundred and eight generals. The sentence "Follow my brother to the death" in the Juyi Hall has become an obsession engraved in the bones of the Liangshan hero. Whatever Song Jiang does, everyone will follow him like crazy. The jokes are full of jokes and extremely absurd. When Gao Qiu's army pressed on, this group of seemingly indifferent and reckless heroes, with their foolish loyalty and passion, defeated the government and army by mistake. At the moment of the recruitment plan, Lin Chong's blood feud, the people's resentment, and Song Jiang's career obsession collided, and the Liangshan brothers' ridicule, curses, and ups and downs of fate began. The whole process is hilarious and full of twists and turns, using the most nonsensical way to tell the story of the truest brotherhood in Boliang Mountain.

Amid systemic indifference and fear, people will reach a more cruel "social balance" in order to maintain their fragile survival. And this story is about a bus.

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Shen Wanyi's family was ruined, and she was reduced from the legitimate daughter of the Shangshu Mansion to a destitute concubine in the cold palace. The acacia flower oath she had made with the third prince (now the emperor) also fell away with the storm in the Zhuqianyuan. In the ups and downs of the palace, she saw the coldness of favor and the hypocrisy of people's hearts, but in the seemingly cold treatment of the emperor, she glimpsed the silent protection hidden under the dragon robe. From the deep moss in Yongxiang to the heavy planting of acacia, from misunderstanding and alienation to silently staying together, she finally understood that the emperor's love was never the phoenix crown above the court, but the stability left for her alone in the country and thousands of miles away. Love and hate in this deep palace all revolve around an albizia tree, which blooms in the morning and closes in the evening. Their roots are interdependent, and they never wither year after year.

[Fantasy + Imagination + Rebirth + Sweet Pet without Cruelty + Double Cleansing] Xie Zhiyi had imagined countless ways of her death. Sudden death, drowning, poisoning, asphyxiation, being beaten to death by the enemy... But she never expected that she would not survive the thunder and lightning during the tribulation, and her body would be scorched black. She actually had nothing to be unwilling to do, it was just that such a way to die was too dishonorable... As soon as I open my eyes, She was in a wild forest. A person stretched out his hand towards her: "Do you want to follow me? I'll lead you around!" Maybe she hasn't calmed down yet, or maybe she has never experienced such a thing. Xie Zhiyi took his hand in a daze. The hands were dirty, but surprisingly gentle. ...

In the winter practice room, near the end of the year stage, they rehearse together, have a little friction, and then encourage each other to embody the spirit of the group. The characters are Ma Jiaqi, Ding Chengxin, Song Yaxuan, Liu Yaowen, Zhang Zhenyuan, Yan Haoxiang and He Junlin, seven teenagers.

When teachers who support education come to mountainous areas, there are always endless mysteries in schools and villages. What is the truth? Can Zheng Qingshan clear the clouds?

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"New Mulberry Fields by the Jialing River" is a full-length literary work of rural revitalization rooted in Nanchong, Sichuan. It takes the new silk village on the Jialing River as the core of the narrative and connects the rural struggle stories of three generations of old mulberry farmers, the first secretary in the village, and the young people who have returned home. Spring floods destroyed centuries-old mulberry forests, worsening the already declining mulberry silk industry. Old party secretary Li Shousang clung to his ancestral craftsmanship and felt helpless. Chen Nianjiang, a young man who returned to his hometown, was torn between his feelings for his hometown and his career in the city. Su Xiaosi, a descendant of the silk capital, stationed in the village in times of crisis, opening the door to rural ruin with professionalism and perseverance. From the improvement of mulberry seedlings and the exploration of new industries in old mills, to the business innovation of live broadcast selling silk and the fragrance of mulberry tea, to the development of mulberry field tourism and industrial alliances, the novel uses delicate writing to outline the whole process of Silk City New Village under the rural revitalization strategy, relying on the cultural heritage of Nanchong's "Chinese Silk City", activating the endogenous power of mulberry silk intangible cultural heritage, and solving the dilemma of brain drain and single industry. The work integrates the natural scenery of the Jialing River, the local customs of northern Sichuan, and the silk intangible cultural heritage culture, and depicts vivid portraits of grassroots cadres, returning youth, new farmers, etc. It not only writes about the realistic pain of rural development, but also demonstrates the spirit of integrity, innovation, and cohesion of the people of northern Sichuan. It interprets the "blood-making" code of rural revitalization, making the story of mulberry fields along the Jialing River a vivid footnote of the transformation of the countryside in the new era. Author: Deng Huchuan, male, courtesy name Zhengyu, No. Qinglian Yashi, native of Yingshan County, Sichuan Province, young writer, educator, freelance writer, member of the Chinese Family Education Society, member of the China Educational Technology Association, member of the Sichuan Provincial Education Society, and member of the Nanchong Writers Association.