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The trapped bird didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky. He often envied the wild geese flying south, and occasionally felt lucky that he had someone to take care of his food and shelter. But it always feels like there is something lacking in this life.

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Essays recording primary school life,

A conversation between two college classmates, a discussion about consciousness and reality. One is from the perspective of consciousness, the other is from the perspective of reality. Day after day, year after year. After they graduated, they still came to the riverside of the university to discuss these contents.

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A strange nightmare shrouded in mist. An abandoned old primary school, a dark coffin wreath, a weird shampoo shop and a dead ancient courtyard emerged one after another. Chasing, peeping and unknown fear were shrouded in layers. When the fingertips touch the warmth of the golden stick, when the statue of the god is broken and the water is spread, this bizarre dream contains unknown horror and confusion. Even the dawn when I wake up cannot dispel the coldness that is engraved in the bone marrow.

It's just random thoughts. Don't believe everything. Don't listen to everything. Okay, twenty words is enough.

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I didn't expect that I would work hard for someone~

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(Time travel, sapiosexual male and female protagonist) Frustrated and haggard, Ni Su faced the rough canal and jumped in without hesitation. "I'm finally free..." It should be good to die in the dream you long for. The dream has become a bit long, so long that I forget whether I am Ni Su or Su'er. A man who wanted to die got a chance to be reborn. A god who controlled the world fell in love with a man who wanted to die. From then on, he could neither live nor die... "King, can I call you Ye?" "Why is it called night?" "Because my name is Su'er. There is no difference between Su and night. Su can only belong to Ye, and night can only belong to Su'er." One thought his arrival was an accident, but the other tried his best to get her. I originally gave up on death, but forgot that history is immutable, and wishful thinking has become the driving force of history. However, the love is deep and shallow, and it is just a dream after all. "Su'er, I'll take you home!" "Su'er? It wasn't me that long ago..."

This work is a life-like prose and argumentative essay written by the author in his free time when he was in a troubled mood when he was in the second to third grade of junior high school. The content is truly extracted from the author's real life, reflecting the pressure on ordinary people in life, and the complex emotions mixed with the sophistication of the world.

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Me, you, her, him. Have your own story. These short stories express deep love, but the specific depth and depth of love need to be felt and understood by oneself. This is a very personal emotion because everyone understands and feels love differently. This may also be an invitation to go deeper, to think, to observe, to feel the depth and heat of this love. Full of emotion and meaning, it is a deep expression of love, and I believe you can feel the love. Let you think about it, let you take a look. You will find some content, let's take a look.

The author of "The Complete Works of Zhou Jie" is Zhou Jie, whose pen name is Zhou Ding. It is a short life essay written by Zhou Jie. From Zhou Jie's perspective, it focuses on several major themes such as growth, career, mentality, frustration, the Internet, environmental protection, technology, etc., Records personal insights and thinking about the times, and conveys positive values ​​​​and life attitudes. The language of the book is simple and close to daily life, suitable for quick reading and sharing of insights.

It is an essay, a piece of random thoughts, a simple story, and a starting point that does not want to give up.

I am an ordinary girl who works hard but lacks talent and luck. I have many dreams that are far away from realization, but I have not given up. I hope to pursue the things I like, even if the rewards are not much, pray for good luck, and long to be loved by fate.

The three essays represent my "dream", "past", and "self" respectively.

In Longcheng, there are too many such him and her. Maybe you are walking on the street, and a woman with long hair turns in your eyes, like a glimpse of the distant world, and your eyebrows are filled with spring songs and Chinese music. Or maybe they just met each other under the huge purple wisteria tree, but their figures blended into the picture, forming a huge landscape painting. Like a dream, like a song, like wine, like poetry.

The spring breeze makes the horse's hooves jitter, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. Things often go wrong as you wish, but you can always tell people the same thing.

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I record the past in the form of words to prove that the past existed.

Where are you going? Where are you going to drift to in this life? The best thing is not water, and the best thing is neither you nor me. What are we fighting for? What is the object of discussion? If the thing agreed upon in the world is a stone, Should the stone be thrown or left in one's own hands? Is happiness in your heart or in front of you? Maybe, in the end it will just become this sentence, Live in sorrow, live in joy. Live openly and naturally, growing freely, like an ancient tree.

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What I see and feel

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System default

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This is a collection of essays written casually and at any time. There is no grand narrative, just bits and pieces of my life.

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I don't know when the end of the world will come, but if my own end will come tomorrow, I think, empty-handed, I have to leave something behind to show that I have been here. However, being clumsy as I am, I really can't write any masterpieces that are timeless and contemporary. I can only write about some stories and old friends that are still in my memory. I want to tell you and them that they not only passed through my life, but also walked into my heart, and left behind a voice and smile that will not be forgotten.

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Explore the mysteries of life and wonder how many answers there are in the world for you.

Write down your own life and various things that happen every day, casually. Record your days this way. Transform it into the life you want, record all your wild ideas and take them as a souvenir.

This is my first love in high school. Even if we break up, I will record it. After all, it is also my life.

There are always some unspeakable regrets, and what cannot be undone can only be realized in nothingness.

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In order to keep the old house left by her grandmother, cultural relic restorer Su Wan was forced to sign a one-year contract marriage with Lu Shiyan, the president of Lu Group. The two agreed not to interfere with each other, but under the same roof, a tacit understanding developed silently. Su Wan was deeply framed in the workplace and was ordered to identify a blue and white plum vase from the Yuan Dynasty that was suspected to be a fake. When he was at a loss what to do, a note from Lu Shiyan turned out to be the key to breaking the situation. And the copper lock with the lotus pattern left by the grandmother not only quietly connects the past of the two ancestors, but also indicates that this contractual marriage that started with interests will eventually burst out with unexpected fiery sincerity in the process of appreciating porcelain and heart.

What are human fireworks?

Yu Liang, male, writes poetry, prose, essays, essays, etc. In his spare time, and is a member of the Municipal Writers Association.

An uneventful day

Who doesn't fall down while dancing on the stage of life? Some people endure the pain and get up and continue dancing with a smile, while some people leave the stage with red eyes and only regard it as a joke in the past. I just want happiness in this world, learn to play the game of life, and learn to laugh.

A poem of love in the long river, a bright heart under the starry sky

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My thoughts