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Short Story: A Young Tale (by Tonkabean ) (English Story Translate by AI) Bare-chested in a t-shirt and worn-out jeans, she ran carefree under the sunlight, her long hair dancing on her shoulders. There was a time when such unrestrained passion filled her, captured in a 16x20-inch photograph frame that held a picture of a fifteen-year-old girl. The photo hung in the center of the wall in this little grocery store, and anyone passing by could see the childhood picture of Xiao Bing. It was her grandfather's favorite photo. After her grandfather passed away, her father and younger brother took care of the store, and occasionally, Ah Bing would come by to tidy things up. Now twenty-nine years old, Xiao Bing looked at herself from fourteen years ago, traversing a kaleidoscope-like colorful world, carefree and joyful every day. Xiao Bing's profession was makeup, but she hardly ever put on makeup for herself. She believed that no matter what she put on her face, her appearance wouldn...

The Journey of Melody (Song for Prose) Life is a journey. Along the way, we encounter landscapes and people, witness beauty and sorrow, hear joy and grief, smell fragrance and stench, feel warmth and cold.   Life is a melody. The melody sometimes has waves, the lyrics sometimes have deep emotions. Countless notes and melodies, each with its own chapter, constantly drift in this world.   Life is a search. A search for our own goals and meaning, a search for the true meaning and value of life. This search makes us love life even more, cherish every moment.   I… https://youtu.be/MpQqziNOUNI Lyric: Sunrise paints the sky with hues of gold, A brand new day, a story to be told. Across the fields, a gentle breeze does blow, Whispering secrets, where the wildflowers grow. Each step I take, a rhythm in my heart, A symphony of life, a brand new start. Oh, the journey of melody, a song unsung, With every beat, a lesson to be learned. ...

Short Story: Neon Bird Its silhouette flitted between the towering buildings. Time rushed by, the city's din seemingly endless. As the sun rose, people's footsteps began to bustle, and Feifei, too, sought her own rhythm amidst the throng. (Feifei), a small bird, wasn't a newcomer to Hong Kong. She loved its wetlands, grasslands, forests and coastal areas. Whenever she needed to escape the cold, she would think of Hong Kong. One morning, Feifei awoke on the balcony of a house, stretching her wings. She habitually hopped to the window ledge, her keen eyes searching for breakfast. Food wasn't hard to find in this city, almost everywhere. People discarded it as soon as it slightly discoloured. Restaurants and eateries constantly supplied food, with patrons often leaving uneaten portions behind. Yet, on one unfortunate occasion, while foraging, Feifei was struck down by a man with a thick, heavy stick. The blow caused her immense pain. After that, she...