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When I record the number of each material, it is like tracking a breath of real growth.
It is late at night, and the lights at home are still on.I am sitting in front of the computer, with a cup
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The sound of the popcorn pot lid reflects the endless suffering and forbearance of ordinary people’s lives
Ju Fufu stood on the gray street corner, holding the popcorn pot that was blackened by time and fireworks. She knoc
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In the desolation, how can we survive, and can we still see a ray of light
The heavy rain has been falling non-stop. The world outside the window is blurred by the rain, and the puddles on the streets reflec