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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...