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The sound of popcorn on the street in winter hides the tenacity of life and the fireworks of the world
The thin winter wind rushed from the corner of the street, carrying a little chill, and also blew the sound of the old popcor
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The social indifference and struggle of the lower class reflected in the sound of popcorn pot lids on the streets in this cold winter
The wind on the street, with its biting chill, made people unable to open their eyes and chilled their hearts. Ju Fufu stood there, holding th
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The silent cry of the popcorn pot in the swirling flames and the spiritual dilemma of modern people
Ju Fufu, whose name sounds light, holds a popcorn pot in his hand. This strange thing waves the flames o
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The power that sublimates in every loneliness – the life path of Ju Fufu
In this seemingly endless battlefield, Ju Fufu is like a lonely star, silently burning her own power. She is not the kind of hero who is born r
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The metaphor of modern games and human exhaustion from the complex accumulation of Xiakong’s cultivation materials in Mingchao
Today, the game market is like a huge machine, and well-designed cultivation systems emerge in an endless stream. The cultivati
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The knocking sound of the popcorn pot lid reveals the indifference of society and the helplessness of life
Ju Fufu stood on the corner of the street, holding the popcorn pot that was blackened by the fire in his h
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Where the flames meet the furnace, she guards the warmth and sincerity of life
We often say “fire is warm”, but we are also afraid that “fire will burn people”. Ju Fufu, this seemingly
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The sound of the popcorn pot lid reflects the endless suffering and forbearance of ordinary people’s lives
Ju Fufu stood on the gray street corner, holding the popcorn pot that was blackened by time and fireworks. She knoc
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The flames in the popcorn pot reflect the profound picture of helplessness and struggle in life
Ju Fufu stood on the street corner, holding a popcorn pot that looked ordinary but heavy. Her fingers tremble
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She collected those breakthrough materials just to prove that she deserves to live
She lives in this city like a shadow in someone else’s memory. Even the lights of the subway station shining on