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The sound of the pot lid knocking in the cold wind reflects the joys and sorrows of the world in the fragrance of popcorn
The winter wind, like a ghost, passed through the row of empty old locust trees at the entrance of the village, bringing with it a rustling sound
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The social suffering and human struggle reflected in the sound of the popcorn pot lid on the cold street corner
The cold wind was bleak, and the shadows on the street were in a hurry. Ju Fufu, hunched over, stood o
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The social indifference and struggle of the lower class reflected behind the sound of popcorn pot lid
The street wind was cold and biting, and Ju Fufu’s numb hands tightly grasped an old popcorn pot lid
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The sadness and struggle of the fate of the people at the bottom of society can be seen in the sound of the popcorn pot lid
On a cold winter day, the popcorn pot lid on the corner of the street was knocked in the hands of Ju Fufu. The knocking sou
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The person spinning in the flames A silent confession about Ju Fufu
When Ju Fufu appeared, the world just cooled down. The sky was gray-blue, like some unnamed emotion. She came from Yunkui Mountain, and behind h
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The metaphor of loneliness and growth in the hearts of people can be seen from the complexity of the materials of Mingchao Xiakong
In the virtual world of Mingchao, the cultivation materials of Xiakong, a new five-star resonator, are so complicated that it is almost
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The life journey and soul’s pursuit of freedom behind Mingchao Xiakong’s cultivation materials
In the vast game world, Mingchao is like a vast desert, waiting for nomadic souls to explore and discov
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The hidden pain of spiritual numbness and alienation in modern society can be seen from the complicated list of materials for the development of Xiakong in Mingchao
Recently, there is a game called “Mingchao”. The list of materials for the development of the character “Xiakong” is clearly displayed in front
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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
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The sound of pot lids in the cold wind reflects the life of the lower class and the indifferent reality of society
Ju Fufu stood on the street corner trembling in the cold wind, holding the rusty pot and the old pot lid tightly in his han