
Spring Can Be Found at Every Turn in Life
人生何处不春天
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 2.1M Words
- Genre
- Urban Fiction
- Subgenre
- Urban Life
- Updated
- 3mo ago
- English
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718Chapters
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208Favorites
3.2kRecommendations
3.8kComments
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Happy weekend, my dear friend!
Wishing my friend happiness
Sending best wishes
Monday is tough, Monday is tiring, Monday is a real torment for both body and mind; but for the sake of life, for the sake of living, muster your spirits and fight hard; Monday is here, may your work be smooth sailing, your career be successful, and may you be in high spirits and smiling!
Springtime is everywhere in life, and beauty is found all around us. Like and support!
Scattered clouds hang low at dusk, while swirling snowflakes dance in the wind.
Two million words? I can't keep up! The writing is really good.
Be energetic on Monday, still spirited on Tuesday, calm on Wednesday, and a bit listless on Thursday, but don't get discouraged! Keep going and build up your energy for Friday, making the weekend exciting and vibrant, so you'll be even more energetic next week! My friend, cherish every day!
The wind has settled, fallen petals lie scattered, outside the curtain, red blossoms piled like snow. I still remember when the crabapple blossoms opened, it was the season of sorrow for spring. The wine is gone, the song is over, the jade cup is empty, the blue lamp flickers dimly. My soul and dreams cannot bear this melancholy, and then comes the cry of the cuckoo.
To the right, one vote is enough!
Zhitong, may things get better and better!