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The warmth and tenacity of life ignited in the popcorn pot
The popcorn pot in Ju Fufu’s hand is not just a simple cooking utensil, it is more like a lamp, lighting up the hope and
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The sound of pot lids on the streets in winter flashes the softest warmth and perseverance in the world
The cold wind gently blows across the streets, bringing the unique coldness of winter. Ju Fufu stood on
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The social puzzle and spiritual dilemma behind the cultivation of modern games can be seen from the complexity of the materials in Mingchao Xiakong
In today’s world, electronic games have become one of the spiritual sustenances of young people. The cultivation
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The light of warmth and loneliness burning in the popcorn pot in Ju Fufu’s hand
Ju Fufu’s name sounds light, like a spring breeze, with a little cheerful breath. But the popcorn pot in her hand is very differ
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When I was collecting materials for Xia Kong, I was also organizing my own life.
On a dark summer night, I sat at a small desk with a cup of warm water next to my notebook. On the scree
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The sound of pot lids on the streets in winter flashes the softest warmth and perseverance in the world
The cold wind gently blows across the streets, bringing the unique coldness of winter. Ju Fufu stood on the
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Ju Fufu and her popcorn pot, loneliness and tenderness intertwined
Ju Fufu, the name has a hint of playfulness, but it also hides an unspeakable heaviness. The popcorn pot in her hand
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Counting the journey of collecting Xiakong’s materials and the loneliness in the world of Mingchao
The arrival of Xiakong is like a cool summer breeze, quietly blowing into the game world of Mingchao, which is full of unknowns and mir
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Finding oneself in loneliness: the power of independence and introspection
In Vivian’s life, loneliness is not a negative emotion, but a necessary space for her self-growth and exploration. In this society full of noise and complex interpersonal relationships, loneliness is often misunderstood as misfortune and loss. However, Vivian draws the deepest strength from loneliness. She learned to be alone with herself, listen to the voice…
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The oath hidden in the wind
Saifier, the existence that has never been publicized, is like a breeze brushing across the fingertips, silently shaking the gears of fate in the silent time. Her figure is like a silhouette that has never been focused in the camera, with a blurred halo, but difficult to touch. She never shows her true colors,…