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  • Lingxiao Chen

    Fear? Death? Shaking? No heart beating? Paled face? Blending with green and red? No increasing? No decreasing? No dying? No collapsing? Living was dying? Dying was living? Was the camera real? Did film record everything? Was the pretty girl in the dream a bless or? What was it at the back and under the bed? Was it the air roaring by? Did the relatives truly bless...read more

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    Subway, is the vein of our nation, thus, music is the soul flowing in the vein. The busy people, coming from their own minds space, music is the best rhythm after the busy time. With the music in the cold subway, it turns to be romantic,...read more

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    The girl is mature, the boy is handsome, singing the sadness into the song, at this moment, bluebells is blooming, nothing can replace. For hundreds and thousands of years, who would like to turn round to uncover a scar? Actually, even though the love is deep enough, keeping distance is necessary, so that each other could turn around, The true love does not need time, the feeling is right, everything is...read more

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    "Hug" is a whole new bedtime story. It uses soft music, good pronunciation to draw children's attention. It includes more acceptable elements of bears and balls to last children’s happiness from bedtime to their...read more

  • Lingxiao Chen

    ALL has gone. Although there is some regret in the heart of each other, still keeping some feelings of the other within somewhere deeply in the heart, have you already had another girl let your heart beat? You should care her now but put down all old things and her...read more

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    With a pair of purple eyes, in black cloth, she learns to face; face the fact; face the resentment and face each...read more

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    Why do people have poor, cold, disease, grievance, tears? Why do people have difference and misgivings? When people suffer from these, the ones who love them will also suffer from these. Man, why should we bear the...read more

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    What is happiness? I asked about it around the street. It has been said that happiness would be by hard work, I have considered so. When I went for it, I was fatigued with the journey, dead beaten, but can not find the source of happiness. So I live very tired because of pursuing of...read more

  • Lingxiao Chen

    Missing is condensed into sour sobs, how many heartbreak that the bitter tears carry? Who said that time is the treatment of pain? Who said everything would be okay? Day by day, month by month, year by year, when at vulnerable time, there is always a voice, a familiar face appearing, let me clearly see this fragile heart dry ice burning in the air releasing the wild white gas. The cold thing burned the beautiful hand, but nobody knew that it even would burn me into...read more

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    In mining of Changsha Mawangdui fire tomb, at the night when the coffin was opened, the Museum of Hunan province did not lit up all night long. After the archaeological expert Bai Rongjin said he was unclear of the situation inside, the surrounding provincial leaders gradually dispersed. But this was not the case in practice, only Bai Rongjin who cut the silk wrap knew himself. In this silk wrap, Bai Rongjin clearly felt a body very elastic. His experience told him that the coffin mummy preserved like a man just died...read more

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    Behind the imperial mausoleum, behind the heavy guard, behind the bleached bones, is there hidden the thousands of years of anger or the Millennium...read more

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    What is happiness? All the beautiful words and deliberate rendering seem to be so pale excess... Because happiness is to string together all the moving things in our life bit by bit... if you don't hurry, if you are in the look of love, if you have enough...read more

  • Lingxiao Chen

    The green apple's longing; the solemn pledge of love; love is the teeth mark in skin, deep to marrow. Married, there are daily expenses. With the daily necessities mixed together can understand the taste of life. After having children, life turns from two into polygonal and each corner is the fulcrum. Then Love turns into a cup of tea in the morning but made the night...read more

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    The story is moving , not to be very long with complicated words, just like the micro stories, little but with greatly...read more

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    Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, black, purple, seven colors, each is different. Happiness, anger, sorrow, scare, love, evil, desire, seven feelings, all are tasted forever. The world is wonderful, the life is vicissitudinous. Letting go, the Buddha is a mere spectator; adhering to, man is the dominator of his life. The Buddhist words "Letting go, letting go…" But commons are not Buddha. "Let go" and "Not" is just at a whim. Keep the reserved, as long as that is worth! Letting go may not make you happy. Since can not put these precious things down then carry them, because they are not only the precious but heavy responsibilities. Then, just remember the master's words: “Not let go,...read more

  • Lingxiao Chen

    Youth is beautiful for all the people. Once we all longed for this nicety. Not ready to accept the baptism of my youth, I have entered into another organized beautiful dream. The dream is really beautiful that people do not want to wake up. There is my fantasy in the dream, but the fantasy dream is the most easily broken thing. When you can't think too much, suddenly it collapses to the floor. Put together again and again, fall down again and again. You finally decide to give...read more

  • Lingxiao Chen

    Most of the time, we do not look back. When every person comes to the earth, just a naked baby, in addition to the body and the soul, God does not allow the human to bring anything. Until one day, people die, with the same look as were born, empty. This is just the appearance. In fact, the dead would leave some things in the world, tangible and intangible, filling with the already crowded...read more

  • Lingxiao Chen

    Once we thought we can die for love, but love can not make people die. It will only stick a needle in the most pain place, and then we just cry without tears. We toss and turn restlessly; we become doctors with prolonged illness; we are toughened and hardened into steel. You are not the wind. I am not the sand. Although loved, but can not get to the...read more

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    The body goes home, but the soul still wander. Thinking much, gradually see through, just like the dust in water, although riot, still will be quiet in the...read more

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    The fading ancient charm, always in mind, never dies...read more