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 　　Before I knew it, night had fallen again. It seemed like I hadn't done anything, and the day was almost over. The weather was quite nice today. After the morning mist dissipated, the sun gradually peeked out, so Mr. Chen and I couldn't resist taking our washed clothes downstairs to let the sunlight warm them after they'd been dried in the washing machine. The afternoon sun in the neighborhood became even brighter, so around 5 pm I couldn't resist going into the bathroom and washing my hair and body with the shower. 　　As an ordinary citizen, an utterly ordinary couch potato and foodie, my greatest hobbies are eating and sleeping. In these years of battling illness, lying down has become a habit. Of course, occasionally I can't resist writing or playing on my phone. After all, writing is one of my hobbies, and my phone is a "friend" I consider indispensable. For me, listening to music while writing is a way to enjoy life in reality. Listening to music can...

　　The New Year's bell always rings unexpectedly, carrying the solemnity and anticipation of bidding farewell to the old year and welcoming the new. As streets and alleys are decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and as every household pastes Spring Festival couplets, an indescribable warmth and joy permeates the air.　　The old year, like a train gradually drifting away, leaves traces, deep or shallow, on the tracks of time. Those laughter and tears, successes and setbacks, all become precious footnotes in life. We bid farewell to the past in our memories, giving thanks to those who accompanied us through thick and thin, and reflecting on the path we have traveled. 　　The New Year is like a brand new blank canvas, waiting for us to paint it with dreams and hard work. It is a new beginning, a symbol of hope. Children eagerly anticipate lucky money and New Year's gifts, while adults cherish their aspirations for the future and plan their goals for the new year. Families ...

 　　I spent my precious childhood in my hometown, where spring left a deep impression on me. 　　The spring breeze had just awakened the slumbering earth, and tender buds eagerly poked their heads out from the branches of the trees, curiously peeking at this vibrant world; a touch of tender green peeked through the withered yellow grass, like little monkeys, jumping and hopping with all their might, swaying playfully in the breeze. Happy swallows flew back from the south, singing the story of spring; swarms of bees frolicked merrily among the flowers; and colorful butterflies danced gracefully in the fields, every gesture radiating beauty. 　　At this time, the Lotus Pond River gradually came alive. The clear water rippled gently, and schools of fish and shrimp swam with the spring waters from the Lotus Pond River to ditches and ponds, rushing into the farmland. They swam carefree in the water, stretching their heads out and smiling in the sunlight and breeze. Every time I saw them, I f...

 　　A cup of strong tea, lights off, and predictably, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. So, I sat up and opened the "Complete Works of Zeng Guofan" on my bedside table: "January of the Gengwu year. I dreamt I was taking an exam, but my writing was so dry I couldn't write anything, I couldn't finish the paper, and I was so anxious that I woke up in a fright..." 　　Wow! Even someone as high-ranking as Zeng Guofan dreamt about exams? 　　It's true, Zeng Guofan's path to the imperial examinations was exceptionally difficult. After passing the county-level exams multiple times, he finally came to Beijing to participate in the imperial examinations. In the palace examination, due to carelessness, he made a major mistake that left him filled with regret and confusion. Fortunately, three days later, he achieved the highest score in the second class and was appointed "Lecturer in the Hanlin Academy" by Emperor Daoguang. 　　In today's society, eve...

 　　I went to the Shenzhen Book City today and bought two books. It's been so long since I've read a book. Time flies like mist and rain, leaving no trace, only fleeting impressions. Familiar scenes from the past flashed through my mind. Once upon a time, I was just a naive kid who stayed up late playing CrossFire after work every day. Now, when I get home from work, my mind is still preoccupied with unfinished tasks. Time has passed, leaving only memories. 　　This city carries so many memories: those familiar roads, the magnificent landmark "Shenzhen North Railway Station"—where we met, where we said goodbye, where we left, and where we returned. I remember the beautiful coastline "Nan'ao Xichong Beach," where I spent happy holidays, feeling the vastness of the sea. I recall the flat, wide coastal road of "Mangrove Forest," where I leisurely enjoyed the warmth before dusk, savoring the tranquility amidst the bustling city. 　　We experienced all t...

 　　After the early rice planting was finished, the adults stopped working, but we children got busy. Under the cover of night, we carried lanterns and searched for eels along the field ridges and in the ditches. Frogs remained steadfast in their "base," enthusiastically displaying their calls to their companions, their calls rising and falling in a nocturnal march. My eyes were fixed on the point where light met water, hoping to spot a nocturnal eel. 　　Once, I found a very thick eel near a telephone pole. I used bamboo tongs to lock it tightly, and the eel darted away. The water in the paddy field was shallow, and the splashes it made as it writhed in the water attracted me. I quickly followed and finally caught it in my fish basket! I was overjoyed and ran around the field several times. That was the biggest eel I had ever caught in my life, weighing a full pound. 　　As the wheat harvest approached, I had a major task: guarding the wheat fields and chasing away sparrows that ...

 　　As a child, I felt death was something distant and had nothing to do with me. 　　Later, as my knowledge grew, I realized death was all around me, a constant companion. Especially after witnessing the horrific deaths of loved ones and friends, I couldn't bear to imagine my own end. I simply couldn't bear the unbearable pain, the utter despair. Therefore, as I grew older, my suicidal thoughts rapidly expanded, urging me to end my life prematurely, to choose death without hesitation. 　　When alone, I often succumbed to suicidal thoughts, trapped in its shadow, determined to find a brief and drastic way to end my life. I imagined myself with a small electronic device, where a simple press of a button would end everything; or I possessed a syringe, where a sharp, powerful needle would pierce my flesh, the stored poison killing me within seconds… From then on, I would cast aside all worldly temptations, all worries and sorrows, free from hatred and pain. 　　I truly fear dying in my h...

 Send me this, let's start writing. After quitting novel writing, I started. Writing a new story, about that mother. She was going crazy, making me write essays. I tried poetry, but I couldn't manage it. So I organized it. My personal notes, this is like a radio broadcast. I only talk about this when I'm bored, when I'm really bored . So, would you like to be my listener? Hear the new thing? And I'm really annoyed by the slowness, you know? Let's find the first chapter of my previous notes. The girl who was kicked out. I. The girl kicked out by the boss. Hmm, it's malfunctioning again, this software is really malfunctioning.

 This is a notebook written by Lan Ziyouling, using myself as an example. Why do I say I care about money? Because money is quite important to me. From childhood to adulthood, I've been exhausted from studying or working, so money is indeed very important to me; otherwise, I wouldn't be able to afford my own life . Now, let me briefly introduce this character: I'm probably gentle, polite, humble, and pragmatic, only trusting the money in my hands. I've endured hardship and overcome difficulties. I'm not one to be a dependent, effeminate woman. A man can be mine, but his strength must be mine. I navigate this pragmatic world step by step, or perhaps not step by step. This AI-written version of me doesn't really resemble me. Sigh, my life path is rather complicated. I encountered many setbacks at the beginning. Later, I did earn some money, but unfortunately, I got involved in marriage. My father kept pressuring me to get married, and it was during this pressure t...

 Do you know what? I don't even know how to connect to the internet. I finally connected ! Oh dear! Then I went to check out the Orange Light creation tool. Hmm, this Morning Light creation platform , I'll log into QQ and WeChat , wait ... hmm, is everything? Tired, so miserable. Alinabu, I'm going to make a game. This loading is so slow! This Morning Light creation tool loads so slowly, so slowly. Do you know how people like to talk to themselves when they're bored? Hey, this creation tool can be opened ! Ah, I actually opened it! Great! I need to create a quick login phone number. Oh my god, I still have to enter my phone number, right? 173331871331 Get a verification code. I'm so sleepy. I'm talking to you, you silly goose. Create a new project name, my work, hmm, let's call it Atomic Ghost . I created it successfully . Play some music. No, I can't play music, otherwise you won't be able to hear what I'm saying. Ugh, it's so hard, so hard....

 Navigation, you went the wrong way, it's so annoying! How could you go the wrong way? Now my battery is dead halfway there. Where am I supposed to go? Ugh, I'd rather not come out to work. I'm out working and there's no electricity, I have to walk. Ugh, why did you design this thing? Just find a job nearby, why do I have to go so far? Is it easy for me to earn money? Ugh, yeah, where am I? Ugh. This road is so hard to walk on. [The following appears to be unrelated and possibly machine- translated text:] Effectively alleviates the indigestion and blood deficiency caused by weak spleen and stomach , right? [The following appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-translated text:] From the root of bone health. [The following appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-translated text:] Keep going, back of the head, perfect verification I'm not going to your place anymore, your navigation keeps making mistakes, once, twice, three times, every time, so I can't ...

 　　Xin Xin: My dearest daughter! 　　School starts in a few days. And after September, you'll be saying goodbye to your innocent and romantic childhood, your poetic and picturesque adolescence, and stepping into the vibrant years of youth. Today, Dad wants to say a few words from my heart to you. 　　Xin Xin, you've always been well-behaved, obedient, lively, and adorable. You loved to walk with Dad's arm, and you were always willing to discuss your studies with me. Back then, you never bought snacks, ate the same meals as us, and never received any special treatment. You also lived up to our expectations in your studies, consistently ranking among the top students in your class. You received many awards, and Dad has always treasured all your certificates. When I have free time, I take them out to look at them, and it brings me a sense of pride and satisfaction. After your second-grade final exams, you called me and said, "Dad, guess how I did on my final exams?" I sa...

 　　That day, accompanied by my fifth brother, I walked along the country lane, amidst birdsong and fragrant flowers, carrying the schoolbag my mother had sewn, and stepped into the gates of the village primary school, beginning a brand new chapter in my life. 　　The school was located on the flood control dike not far from our home. The school buildings, with their blue bricks and gray tiles, 　　and green trees brushing against the eaves, displayed an ancient style on all sides, a restoration of the old in every direction. In that impoverished and desolate era, it stood out like a crane among chickens amidst a sea of ​​thatched huts. At that time, our main subjects were Chinese, arithmetic, and science. Our homeroom teacher, Ms. Cao, believed that strict teachers produce outstanding students. She always had a stern face and wore glasses; two cold beams of light often swept across us from the upper edge of the lenses. I don't remember anything she taught us, but I do recall that she a...

 　　Once, I was a little kid, barefoot, my back tanned and smooth from the sun. I had endless whispers and countless questions. Back then, time seemed to move so slowly; I was always cheering and running, chasing after my childhood filled with paper airplanes. 　　Once, I was an energetic and spirited young man, my veins burning with passion, my heart brimming with lofty ideals, my very being brimming with vitality. I loved chasing colorful dreams, enjoyed the hustle and bustle of city life, loved the carefree spirit of youth, loved unbridled madness, and loved true friends. 　　Half a lifetime of toil and struggle, and now, looking at myself in the mirror, I suddenly realize that my once black hair has been streaked with gray, and my once smooth face is now etched with wrinkles. Looking back, my body is like an old machine tool that's been used for decades; every part has loosened, and my steps are no longer as agile as before. My biological clock isn't as precise as it used to be;...

My thoughts are a jumbled mess, I haven't drunk any wine to drown my sorrows, my heart is a tangled mess with nowhere to untangle it, and leisurely pursuits seem out of place. I'm already 28, an age where my heart seems to still be young, but my body is already heading towards middle age. Milk tea doesn't taste good anymore, and I've lost interest in many things. Life has become very bland, like plain water, truly tasteless. It seems I'm no longer that passionate young man, and the vitality of youth seems to become a mere symbol when judged. It seems even language can't express myself freely anymore. It turns out that youthful exuberance is real; it's not that youth is gone, but at 28, youth can't withstand scrutiny. The pursuit of material desires is seen as a source of respect at this age. It seems that living like a young person would mean losing dignity and recognition, but people need recognition and dignity. Youth is unbridled; I know I'...