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College entrance examination, are you ready?

Why and why he and she met may not even be known to them.

Everything is fantasy

Why are you stuck here and unable to extricate yourself?

A letter from the unknown breaks the distance barrier between two strangers. The discussion of an issue gradually evolved, from cautious and rigorous to relaxed and casual, and the unfamiliar ice was slowly melted by passionate words. What will be the final outcome for the two of them?

In marriage, everyone feels that they should be the winner. However, after a battle to defend the city, there are only wounded soldiers and broken walls.

The two beautiful gardenia trees in the courtyard are a symbol of our family's love for life. The green leaves and dazzling white flowers show new vitality everywhere. And we who have emerged from the "5.12" Earthquake are still as strong as gardenia trees, overcoming difficulties and creating a more beautiful and prosperous new life.

Do you still remember the distribution store of Cuntou Supply and Marketing Cooperative when you were a child? This article describes the story of two generations of supply and marketing cooperatives who, in the impetuous market economy, never forget their true nature as communists, keep in mind the purpose of serving farmers, stick to the village shop, are willing to be lonely and ordinary, work hard, and make selfless contributions to open up the "last mile" of serving farmers, build a communication bridge between grassroots party organizations and the peasant masses, and make the image of the party and the image of supply and marketing cooperatives deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

A sadomasochism under special circumstances

This is a daily chat led by Lao Mu.

Maybe this is wrong, but it's just a feeling I have sometimes.

"Two or Three Things About the Training Base" Introduction: This article is a short story that records the interesting stories of the ES team members in the base. It does not describe the passion of the game in detail, but only the life and people of the sand sculptures. The characters and team in the article are purely fictitious.

This is a short story that originated from the Internet. For me, it has no ending, just unfinished...

Recalling an interview I had with Yuan Longping, the father of hybrid rice, I express my deep memory of Yuan Longping.

A mediocre fool waiting for another mediocre fool... C+wait = fairy

When we first met, he had a slender physique and handsome appearance. He looked very much like a big brother. In fact, he had just grown into a young boy. He was sometimes a "little milk dog" and sometimes a "little wolf dog". He also had an interesting soul. He was gentle and good-tempered, with a high emotional intelligence. He was also a mysterious person with a clear temperament in his bones.

Yang Yang, a young man born in 1995, did not bow to life and was born in a poor and special family...

Qiao Deyi: "How many steps are there from being proud to kneeling down?"

God gave me compassion but not the ability to save sentient beings.

She is a pure and beautiful sister. We have known each other since childhood, and we would wait for her arrival every evening. With her, my life has become very fulfilling. However, after we moved, she left a note with her number for me, but after getting a mobile phone...

A little monster came out of Taoyuan Township. The little monster had no name and no surname. He knew nothing and knew nothing, but he happened to possess advanced martial arts and a not-so-stupid brain. As a result, the world was in turmoil.

A simple sentence, I hope you can feel it. Each paragraph is not a classic. But I also feel it in my heart.

This article is dedicated to Du Lei. You were like a gust of wind, blowing past me quickly and then disappeared without a trace, but I am glad that you have been here. -The wind cannot be caught.

In the bright dim light, you and I have beautiful memories

Time goes backwards with the world outside the glass - the real world during the day when setting off gradually fades away while the train is moving; the top on the table disappears into the world reflected in the window sill at night - it is the rotation of time and space under the mirrored image of the car window after night falls while driving. The dark thread of time changes the time and space of memory, allowing young people who returned to work from vacation this weekend to forget the loneliness of leaving home on the harbor of the commuter train--

You don't know, you don't care, you only care about yourself!

It's a short story, and I can't finish all the scattered things. I just want to use this article to remember the past.

Thank you for inviting me to start in the prehistoric times with millions of soldiers.

Coming from history, I feel the vastness; coming from the history of the party, I feel only shocked. The era is a history of faults. This is the era of freedom, this is the era of democracy, this is the era of the people, perhaps the era of dust in the past.

Really bad luck

A dream story, maybe the separation of life and death in the previous life

It's a little bit like childhood, a little bit of made-up fantasy

Some thoughts on the monsters and monsters around you????

Share your life seriously. Thank you for your support

The moment of ambiguity...

A lighthouse in darkness, guiding the lost

Long words express feelings mixed with beautiful imagination

Are you anxious? Are you anxious about life? Are you anxious about relationships? Are you anxious about work? Are you anxious about age? Are you anxious about your social fear? ......... Everyone has their own anxieties... How to make money without going to work, how to live a good life without going to work...

Looking back at the street corner, the familiar place is missing the familiar figure. The autumn wind has risen again, the flowers are no longer in bloom, and the fallen leaves know the autumn.

All this is just my fantasy, a guess about the future society.

This is my true story with him

My true story

My story with him

Hello everyone, my name is Zilong. I am a freshman in high school this year. I am currently studying in Shanxi. I have liked martial arts since I was a child, and now I have found a class in Taekwondo that interests me. I love Taekwondo, and I also like to share things around me. I don't like to talk much, so I use writing to express my experiences in life. I am a person who is working hard, and I hope everyone can support me.

Stories around you

Is that really it? What happened between the days before you and me and now?

Just for entertainment, no intention. This is my personal diary, the product of my excessive boredom, my uneasiness and confusion, and my confusion about survival. There are also some reading notes.

Wait for one person, accompany you for a lifetime

How to make yourself useless