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Hercules was not communal, and his real "friends" were the plants in his greenhouse. He is particularly skilled at growing orchids and is well known in flower breeding circles.
By yuan wang4 years ago in Fiction
"A Dream of Red Mansions" reveals the wisdom to the world: a person's life is hidden in "cause and effect"
"Dream of Red Mansions Twelve Songs - Birds Throwing in the Forest" wrote: "The family fortune of an official withered away, and the rich and precious gold and silver were scattered. The kind-hearted escaped death, the ruthless and clear retribution... The see-through escaped into the empty door, and the obsessed gave their lives in vain..."
By david4 years ago in Fiction
Cousin Yanqing: Over the years, the "desperate daughter" found a way out on her own
During a break, I accidentally flipped through the WeChat Moments and found a song shared by my cousin I hadn't seen for many years. I didn't think much, just clicked on it, but I didn't expect that just the first few lyrics would hit my heart.
By david4 years ago in Fiction
Her heart was "broken", she was a girl hiding in the memory that no one could find
The grocery store in my memory is located in the cross street in the center of the town. The store on the left sells paper money, and the store on the right sells traditional Chinese medicine. On the other hand, the pork head meat from Jiang Ji Cooked Foods is right across the street.
By david4 years ago in Fiction
Charred Beauty
To Whom It May Concern: If you’re reading this, then you’ve discovered something about the truth of Rosewood and it’s led you here. Please understand that what we did, what I did, was out of the best intentions for the rest of the country. Judge us as you will, but please reserve that judgment until you’ve finished reading the story I’ve been asked to tell.
By Aubrey Berry4 years ago in Fiction
Bedtime story
"You know, from the day I met you, I planted a wish in my heart..." The witch sat slumped on the ground, her face lifted, staring at the scarred man in front of her, and two bright tears ran down her cheeks.
By linxu gao4 years ago in Fiction
The Angry Toad Asks for Help to Be Happy
Everyone at school knew the Toad was always angry. He never smiled. He didn’t play with the other animals at recess and used bad words if someone tried to talk to him. He would hit and yell at the other animals and thought it was ok to do that. He was always angry, and no one knew why. One day, the angry Toad yelled at his classmates on the playground. He said mean words and made Mouse and Bunny cry. This upset Frog, who was the nicest one in class to everybody. Frog decided to ask Toad why he was so angry so he could try to help him.
By Danielle K. Zonca4 years ago in Fiction
The Asparagus and The Bear
Once upon a time everything in Nature had a voice, and when Man was first created Nature spoke with him and taught him. Man grew wise from Nature’s instruction, and as time passed Man came to know and understand Nature and her inhabitants, and together they built a monument as a covenant between them. But slowly Man forgot his agreement with Nature, and the inventions He designed to assist Nature, became devices to subdue Her. Slowly Man and Nature grew apart and Man stopped listening to Nature and stopped hearing the voices of the animals, and the whispering of trees, and music of the rivers. Nature grew angry and Man grew fearful, and in the forests where the Men of old once walked and spoke with Nature, silence grew complete.
By Judah LoVato4 years ago in Fiction
A simple story is enough to give profound life lessons. There are thousands of stories in thousands of lives
Story 1: Giving An old carpenter was planning to retire. He told his employer that he wanted to leave the construction business and go home to enjoy his extended family with his wife and children. The owner could not bear to see his good worker go, so he asked if he could help build another house. The carpenter said yes. But everyone could see later that his heart was no longer in the work. He used soft materials and did rough work. When the house was finished, the boss handed him the key to the front door. "This is your house," he said. "My gift to you." He was dumbfounded with shock and shame. If he knew he was building his own house, how could he? Now he has to live in a shoddy house! So it is with us. We build our lives carelessly, reacting rather than reacting, not striving for perfection, not doing our best when it matters. By the time we realize where we are, we are trapped inside the "house" we have built. Think of your house as the carpenter. Each day you hammer a nail, add a board, or erect a wall, and build it with your wisdom. Your life is the only creation you make in your life. It cannot be erased or rebuilt. Even if you only have one day to live, live that day beautifully and nobly.
By feng4 years ago in Fiction
The loneliness of a sprinter
I am just a man born for sprinting. From the day I was born, my sprinting destiny was already decided, there is no doubt about it.
By Moxadple ggg4 years ago in Fiction
The sleepwaker
My husband is an idle person. I, on the other hand, am the complete opposite, working hard all day long. I am a lawyer by profession. However, it is not accurate to say that my husband is idle. Yes, my husband does nothing, but he is not idle, but busy all day long, he is one of the least idle men I know. What is he busy with? Damn it! He spends all his energy on countless other affairs. In a word, cheating on me. Does it mean that to have fun, and to have fun with many women in turn - I counted the eighth one not long ago - is to be idle? Whoever says so, he doesn't know what pleasure is all about. My husband spends all his time, idle or not, even in his dreams, not for anything else but to think up tricks to hide from me and cheat on every woman he gets his hands on.
By Moxadple ggg4 years ago in Fiction
The fairy tale of the death of the white swan
Once upon a time, there was a young man, who liked the white swan very much, he thought the white swan is nobler; more beautiful; purer, and he dreamed of having a white swan. The young man thought if one day I have a white swan, how happy I should be! But the white swan can fly! What if she flew away? Wouldn't that be a pity? No, I can not let the white swan fly away, I want to let her stay with me forever. I want to watch her every day. What should I do? I want to make a big iron cage, with the strongest steel; the thickest steel plate, when I finished the iron cage, put the white swan inside. Let her stay inside every day, and never get out. The young man said to do, he went to the street to buy some steel and began to ask others to make him a large iron cage. Not long, the young man's large iron cage is done, the cage is as big as a large table, surrounded by steel, and looks very eerie and scary. The young man felt that this was not enough, so he prepared a beautiful bed for the white swan and a beautiful rice bowl, he thought that now the white swan should be satisfied, living in such a good place, should be very comfortable. There was a white swan on the mountain, she was learning to fly, she had just left home. This white swan with long white feathers, wearing a pair of beautiful little red shoes, looks particularly attractive. She was especially happy with her large and long wings, which could fly a long way with a little stirring in the air. Learning to fly is not an easy thing, the white swan does not know how many times to fall, or how many injuries, and only slowly learn to fly. She wants to fly to the high blue sky; she wants to fly to the gentle lake; she wants to fly to the wide land. The White Swan thinks that nature is too great, nature gives us life and strength, gives us happiness and joy, how grateful we are to mother nature!
By Martil Guevara 4 years ago in Fiction