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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 screen was a list of materials for Xia Kong in
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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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In the dust of daily life, how do we learn to persist and pursue our own meaning
A person’s life is often a process of wavering between searching and confusion. From the eyes of Ju Fufu, we see the mental journey that