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"The phoenix flower blooms red in two seasons, and the flowers bloom in two seasons and the people are different." One season sends away the old students, and the other season welcomes the new students. They are facing the same campus, but they take away different moods. I will also talk about the things after graduation, hoping to give the young teenagers some road signs in life...

A work that writes whatever you dream about

Just a few words and trivial thoughts. Don't rely on yourself, just keep it as a memorial.

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The sudden death of a young girl brings pain and sorrow to those who love her.

Ask you what you want in life, peach, plum, confidant, and white rabbit. At the end of the year, the ink on Tsinghua University reflects the meaning of the year. The clouds are blowing on the sleeves. The lights are shining down for a long time. Why are the flowers blooming? The dream of returning to the world is still as before!

He is a person who loves life, so he longs for a free and unrestrained life. He set goals for himself in life, but his power was limited. Most of these goals became promises he made to himself...

Diary, write whatever you want

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My schizophrenia is a personal journey of independent existence, mainly a long period of loss of consciousness of self-existence. It is mainly accompanied by visual, auditory and tactile hallucinations. I feel that many times they are not really hallucinations.

Dream record dreaming

This book is the author's growing thoughts, and is rich in personal opinions derived from in-depth thinking from multiple perspectives such as growth psychology, philosophy, metaphysics, the art of understanding people, and the art of controlling people. The author almost committed suicide due to excessive depression. I'm not talented, I only have a high school degree and I don't understand the rules. I'll give you a rough look. This book records the author's serious nonsense! ! ! Remember: For reading only, do not read in depth! ! !

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In my life, my puppy is my favorite friend, my closest family member, and my companion who selflessly accompanies me when I go through setbacks.

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Sometimes mitochondria wonder, if everything in this world is already destined, will we break this fate? But Xianxian can only unfortunately tell you that what I am doing, saying, seeing, and thinking may be just a rule arranged in advance. I'm a liberal, but I'm also caught in the paradox that maybe I've never been truly free. The doctrine I pursue is nothing more than a so-called entertainment tool, and it is also a drama arranged for me by the underlying rules. In this world where we can't explain all the reasons, we just play our own roles and hold a life script that everyone will get. This is not an inspirational article, it's just a person who can't escape time (Xianxian's self-proclaimed words are always funny... Don't worry) about the nihilistic things and messy thoughts around him. You may have a different feeling after reading it. Essay, be careful without plot

The sand by the river always carries a chill that cannot be washed away. It's not a bone-chilling kind, but a faint one that spreads up from the soles of your feet, making you feel that there is a layer of tranquility in this bustling world. From somewhere, the sound of Qiang flute came. The voice was dull and whimpering, as if it was drifting down the river from the Tang Dynasty, far away. It does not sing for you, it just blows its desolation, about Guanshan, about the bright moon, and about some partings that have long been forgotten. Listening, my heart becomes calm and empty. When I looked up, there were several pear trees beside the bank. The opening is just right, the white is so serious, but so thin. As soon as the wind comes, it falls to the ground, like a snow that can't wait for spring to be over. They don't compete with the peaches and plums for beauty, they just sit quietly for the world to see in the slightly cold air. The sound of the flute is of time, the pear blossoms are of the seasons, and the cold sand underfoot seems to be the eternal background that carries it all. Standing among these three things, I suddenly felt that I was just a grain of sand. I had heard a piccolo and watched a pear blossom for a moment.

Record what you think and feel every day. Didn't a philosopher say that life without reflection is a waste of beautiful things? Although my life is ordinary and ordinary, he belongs to me and is unique.

I record some of my usual thoughts. If you like it, you can read it.

Time is a river

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Laughing at yourself is a reflection of life, a struggle against reality, and an appreciation of life. We not only live in society, but more importantly, we live in our own hearts. In this world, only by seeing through ourselves can we truly understand life, and only by seeing through hundreds of schools of thought can we live and understand!

My sense of belonging is very vague, and I have never lived in the same house for a long time as far as I can remember.

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Shadows in daily life

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Some feelings at a certain moment, even if they are experienced personally, when you look back and think about it, you can't really taste the ups and downs at the time.

When I was in school, the sky was blue, and society was divided into white and black. After working, it was no longer pure color.

Nature in autumn is like a palette. In the ancient land of Binzhou, autumn is particularly dazzling. From the persimmon garden in Luodian Village to the Big Buddha Temple in Binzhou, every frame surprises and leaves countless tourists with nostalgia. The customs and customs of this land make countless wanderers in foreign lands deeply dream back to yesterday, and also make countless people lament the changes over the years. In life, if a white horse passes through the gap between heaven and earth, it will happen suddenly.

For me, words are salvation in the dark night - they illuminate the sadness hidden in my heart, and lead me out of the emotional quagmire into hope full of light. I hope these scattered thoughts of mine can also become the glimmer of light when you are tired and give you the strength to move forward.

Life is not smooth sailing, there are bitterness and sweetness, bitterness and spicyness. Recording every bit of life will give you a great encouragement for growth!

"Yadoji" collects essays, poems and novel drafts from 2021 to 2025. To me, they are a privilege: the right to travel from the present to the past.

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Tell some stories adapted from real events Everyone is welcome to contribute your own stories

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This is my little gift to my 18-year-old self

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I will turn 23 in one month, and time flies by so fast. It feels like a long time has passed in an instant. Some memories have completely disappeared, but some memories bring tears to my eyes. How hard do you have to work to satisfy yourself? How hard do you have to work hard to be worthy of the ups and downs along the way! We are so lucky in this life! I always tell myself that I hope that one day I won't worry about money, and I won't have to work hard for my own life; I can deal with anyone or anything in a calm way and solve it quickly (I hope I can lie down at the age of 30, go back to my hometown, build a small courtyard, and live a paradise life) You are content with living a life like the source) But it all seems like a dream. Real life is indeed difficult. You want to change but you are still stuck in the same place. You feel that you have walked a lot and made some money, but the reality is ruthless and brings you back to the starting point. It's really ridiculous, it's really heartless. In ordinary people's lives, if you want to change, you have to go through trial and error over and over again to prove yourself. (I don't envy other people's ease, nor do I envy other people's lives. I only hope that ordinary and ordinary people like me can find their own value and live their own lives well. Even if life is unsatisfactory, don't give up on your own life easily!) I am envious, but it is also inspiring me at this moment...

Record the warmth and insights in Xiao Chengzi's life

She is a patient with depression and he is his primary care physician. She was tortured by depression, and he saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart. I think love is like this Once you fall in love with the other person No matter what the other person looks like It's all about your love

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It's not all a nightmare, it's also a joy. Xianshu's essays are like people he has seen in a dream.

Volume 1 Dreams and Fantasy Volume 2 Xiao Qiuran Su Xingzhou Time Travel Martial Arts II In modern times, Su traveled through time and became the villain Su Xingzhou, who always opposed the protagonist. He has unparalleled martial arts and top-notch light kung fu. He said that no one dares to be the second best. His peak combat power is about 46% higher than that of the male protagonist. Volume 3: Miracle Doctor Fang Qinglian Jiang Cheng Jiang Buli Fang Qinglian was originally a miraculous doctor with a soft heart. She became a fallen demonic Bodhisattva after seeing her friend kill her most respected senior brother. She set up a game with "Lin Zisheng" as the chess piece and "Xuelian" as bait, and put Jin Buli to death again and again.

It started with the cry of a newborn in 1991 and lasted for more than thirty years. This is a tender chronicle belonging to a family of three living under one roof. It contains the smoke and smoke of the compound on Jianquan Street in Urumqi, the journey of our ancestors, and the joyful songs of family reunions and the sorrow of growing old. From ignorant children to independent adults, home is the eternal harbor, blood is the unchanging fetters, every word is filled with the weight of love and growth, and it is the concern that brothers and sisters move forward hand in hand.

Before Jiang Xiaoyi met Jiang Xiaoyi in person, Jiang Miao often thought about how cute and cute the owner of this name was, and that he must become best friends with "her". Unexpectedly, half of this idea was realized, and becoming "best friends" was just a couple version. "Ha~ you are Jiang Xiaoyi" "Why is Wanla Wanla a boy and looks so cold? How have we gotten along with him in the past three years?" Jiang Miao's first reaction after seeing him. But who knows what happened next! If you want to know, just click in and see if it's good. Hehehe, everyone is welcome to join Tiantian's daily life!

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My life is like a long rope, with no end in sight. The starting point is connected to the birth of a baby, and I am confused; the end point is connected to anxiety, chasing after the mirror. After going through countless knots, this rope always thinks, will my existence be meaningful? The rope touches the knots on its body, feeling a little sad. It also fantasizes that without these knots, it can be longer and longer, and maybe it can do things it cannot do, such as tying larger pieces of goods, and seeing more things that it can tie. It has forgotten what kind of rope it is, its own happiness and gains, and only cares about the knots on its body. Finally one day, it remembered. It was very simple. These knots were just to make it remember. Remember that it might just be a rope used to remember things. Only if the rope is willing to be itself can it reach the real end. Lu: Here, I analyze myself, beat my heart to pieces, then pick it up and put it in the sun.