"Go back by yourself, I'll sit here for a while."
"Brother, I saw in a movie that women all like men who are capable and rich."
"You mean I'm poor and incompetent? How old are you, yet you know so much. Why don't you mention a line from the movie: 'The love of the rich is superficial and hypocritical.'"
"I don't understand this, but I remember the sentence above. My grandma also said that what was said in the movie was true."
"Go back to your homework and stop bothering me." The man sat on the curb, waving his hand impatiently.
"Hmph, don't ask me to deliver your messages next time!" With that, Tiger stormed home.
The man didn't mind; buying him an ice cream next time would be enough to appease him.
When Xia Baozhu returned home, she opened the letter and glanced at it. It was a modern poem with neat and clean handwriting.
In the vast sea of people, a fleeting glimpse...
Like the stars, shining brightly, illuminating the depths of the heart.
Their eyes met, and love welled up within them.
Your voice is like a distant wind chime.
It lingers in my dreams.
Your gentleness is like the summer night breeze.
It soothes the loneliness of my soul.
Every step closer is filled with anticipation.
Every gaze is filled with affection.
My heartbeat races wildly because of you.
May I transform into sunshine, warming your days and nights.
I wish to be the moonlight, accompanying you in your tranquility.
Love is like an endless river.
The stream flows towards you, never ceasing.
Xia Baozhu touched the goosebumps on her arm and suggested that the person who wrote the love letter should submit it for publication; they might even be able to earn some money.
After putting the letter aside and finishing writing the reader's reply, Xia Baozhu took out her notebook and began writing the first story that took place during the flood relief efforts.
She will portray the diverse lives of people on the front lines of flood control from various perspectives, including soldiers, ordinary people, officials, grassroots workers, laborers, farmers, children, housewives, and volunteers.
To this end, she even brought back the newspapers about the floods from that period and copied down the data.
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