2. Plagiarism: A Feng (February 27th, 2007) Original: A Feng and Long Zi in the Evil Son by Mr. Bai Xianyong (published in 198 1 1983).
Plagiarism: "Let Ideal Fight Reality" won the first prize in the Third Shangrao Reading Week Book Review Competition in 2005 (2005) (Yao Muyun published it under the screen name of "Light Scroll") The winners list of the Third Shangrao Reading Week Book Review Competition was confirmed: the original work: "Let Ideal Fight Reality-Talk about Wukong Biography" by: Absolutely the situation in the world (2000/)
4. Plagiarism: Dear Aunt's Milk was published in the monthly issue of Youth Literature and Art in 20071/kloc-0 (also known as Old Year, Aunt's Hometown, and Aunt's Hometown, first published on May 20th, 2007). Original: Some fragments of Far Town.
5. Plagiarism: Disappeared (July 9, 2007) Original works: Juvenile Affairs, Disappeared, A Story of Hong Kong, Goodbye, Time by: Annie Baby (included in Rose Island published in May 2005) Wandering Scenery and Leisure Grass by: Seven Viola Years (published in the editor-in-chief of Jing M.Guo)
6. Plagiarism: Just Be Your Little Witch (June, 2008 16) Original: The Magician in the Later Life by: Luoluo (published in 2005, published in Reader's No.23, 2007) VII. Plagiarism: Happiness between Fingers was published in Middle School Students Expo. The main part of the article is copied from "Xu I Look at You" by: Qu Lanxie's "Happiness between Fingers" (published by Taiwan Province Longma Culture Publishing House in February 2006/KLOC). The inscription confirms: "Xu I Look at You": (The first website and the first time cannot be tested, and the known reprint time is May 22, 2004).
Plagiarism: Juvenile Delinquency was published inNo. 1 1 issue of Yellow River Literature in 2007 (2007- 1 1). Original work: Those romantic affairs by: Gongzi is happy (2007-05-/) Don't stop by the station (also known as "This train has no end") by: Tao Ye (published by Heart, Hand and Forgetting Publishing House in August 2006) By: Left-handed Sunset (the starting website and starting time can't be tested, and the known reprinting time is 2006/08/03)
9. Plagiarism: The Taste of Chinese New Year was published in New Composition,No.1-2, 2008 (2008). Original: Sacrifice of [Online Games] by: Yaji (2007-01)
X. Plagiarism: Transparent Sea was published in the first issue of Cloth Tiger Youth Literature in 2008 (2008). Original: Summer Wind by: Naomi (2006-05- 1 1)
11. Plagiarism: The Season Farther Than the Sky was published in the second issue of Little Stream in 2008 (2008). The original work: No Crazy Devil Will Survive by: Smiling Cat (2006-1-10) Animal Love Counseling Center.
12. Plagiarism: Loneliness in Purple (Yao Muyun published it on China Youth Literature Network under the screen name of light scroll, 2005).
Original: Dark Brown Loneliness by: Tommy (included in the collection Walking Season published in 2003 1 month) (screen name: Bar Piano) Tommy's screen name confirmation:
Catalogue confirmation of Walking Season
Original: "This train has no end" by: Tao Ye
14. Plagiarism: Time Fragments (September 09, 2007) Original: Time Errors by:beck
(The launch website and launch time cannot be tested, and the known reprint time is: 2007/0121).
15. Plagiarism: Half-cooked (March 14, 2008) Original: The second section of the first chapter plagiarized Young Wuji by: Red Leaf, and the third section of the first chapter plagiarized No Stem in the Throat to the ninth chapter by: Ming Wang's Young Wuji (the starting website and starting time cannot be tested
16. Plagiarism: A short song can't be long (2007102/02) Original: Love on my back-The People in the World's Final Comment by: I love heavy lotus the most (2006-06-03).
17. Plagiarism: Imagine》(2007 September 9, 2007) Original: Love War by: North North (published before June-12006) (The launching website and the launching time cannot be tested, Baidu search "Love War-Author: North North North (warm, delicate and touching,
18. Plagiarism: Snow turns white (2008-0 1-29) Original: Who does she fall in love with by: Like reincarnation (2005-101)
19. Plagiarism: finding neverland (March 29, 2008) Original: Watching Movies magazine and several film reviews, film briefs and biographies on the Internet. Watching a Movie-Midnight Show (2005-9-2 1), Two Freaks in One World
By: Two-lane asphalt road (2006-10-28) Johnny Depp's Biography of the Phantom of the Pirates (Watching a Movie) began to be serialized for 9 months in 2007, and ended in the next issue in February 2008, with the total number of 336, 338, 339 and 34/kloc-0 respectively.
20. Plagiarism: Candy for Children (March 19, 2008) Original: Several film reviews and introductions of the film Charlie and the Chocolate Factory in 2005 The Taste of Candy by: Zijun (the author is a special columnist of Netease, and the first post cannot be tested, and the next post will be reproduced on August 6, 2005).
Brief Introduction of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on Electric Donkey (2005- 12-30)
Brief Introduction of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on Douban
21. Plagiarism: Yao Muyun's "The First Day-One of the Twelve Kingdoms" (published in Tianya on February 26th, 2006-/kloc-) (the original post has been deleted by Yao Muyun, please check it with a snapshot after Baidu) Original: part of the special commemorative series "I can do anything except love you" at the end of Fate/staynight (.
22. Plagiarism: Long Live Youth (February 27, 2007) Original: Every fairy tale has a happy ending-<; Male Public Relations Department of Yinglan University > Special issue (published in the 44th issue of Dynamic New Forces magazine, published on September 25th, 2006) The publication date and catalogue of the 44th issue of Dynamic New Forces magazine are confirmed:
23. Plagiarism: Your Girl Feelings and My Girl Feelings (June 2, 2008) Original: Girl Man-Classic Review by: Red Deer D. Dogura (the first post is estimated to start at the starting point, and the time cannot be tested, and the second post is reprinted at 2008- 1-27).
Twenty-four, plagiarized as "Stranded Years-About Falling <; Time is invalid letter was published in April, 2007 in Cloth Tiger Youth Literature (first published in Tianya 2006-8- 18, the original post has been deleted, please take a snapshot after Baidu). Original: The preface and postscript of Time is invalid letter by: Jing M.Guo, Luo Luo, plagiarists patched it up (published in February, 2005).
Twenty-five, Yao Muyun's Inner Monologue 2005-3- 10
(To be continued, the plagiarism comparison of this article is still being sorted out)
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The daughter of "Tianya Miscellaneous Talk" and "Genius" plagiarized Chinese and foreign writers and won prizes, and the cadre dad escorted them.
= = = = This post has made headlines in Tianya Social Edition.
How can Baidu Shangrao No.1 Middle School Post Bar contact Yao Muyun of your school? = = This post has been fired and refined.
Plagiarism contrast
Yao Muyun's "Just Be Your Little Witch" and Luoluo's "The Magician in the Later Life" (published in the second series of I5land Island)
He thinks of a lot of magic, such as cleaning the range hood, repairing the faucet, comforting the little witch when she is sad, making her sleep when her wife has insomnia, and not snoring at night, but he just can't remember the magic that can make her waist not hurt.
It was old, he thought.
However, the magic terms of repairing the range hood, cleaning the warehouse, remembering to go to see grandma every Saturday, stopping the bleeding when my daughter broke her leg ... Many, many formulas were crammed into his narrow and clear mind at that time, so that he simply couldn't remember where there was a sentence that could relieve pain for himself.
Dad thought helplessly and wearily that he was old.
Like Superman and Spider-Man, no, they are much better. Can they cook fish? Do they throw children up and catch them quickly? Surely not?
But do Superman and Spider-Man have complicated eye wrinkles like my father's? They won't burn hairy crab rice cakes, and they won't bend down to the kitchen to fix water pipes.
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Later, the magician married a woman in this city. He used his most powerful magic, so he had a little witch and he began to make a living.
Many, many years later, he married a very gentle woman and raised a very different kind of daughter. Dad took them and the three of them returned to the city. I bought a house, got a car, changed a few jobs, and frowned for many problems.
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This is too much trouble, OJZ. Very fragmentary. Interested JMS will go and have a look for yourself.
Although the language is different from the previous articles, it is not so long and completely unchanged, but the whole line is exactly the same.
Every daughter writes about her father and describes her father as a magician. I can only say that it is very similar. = =
Other plagiarism
Because Baidu vocabulary requires words, we only choose one or two posts, and we list the addresses and times in front of other articles for comparison.
Compared with the original book "No Crazy Devil, No Survival"
When she met Ye Zhen at the entrance of the canteen, An Xiaojia became mad at the sight of him.
She rushed to the front of Ye Zhen, tears streaming down her eyes: "Today! There are Taoke gangs who are thieves, robbing people, and extorting money from the people. The roots are still there, please ask my Lord to see clearly! "
Ye Zhen said: "Visit and take it at any time, and allow it to surrender and be exempted from crime."
An Xiaojia burst into tears: "Today! Be sure to kill one and make an example of a hundred! "
Tao can bully himself and kick.
An Xiaojia made a gesture of truce and said, "I'm so hungry that I have to eat two bowls of noodles. What do you eat? "
Tao Ke said, "1: 00."
An Xiaojia shook his head: "Bad taste. What about Ye Zhen? "
Ye Zhen said, "I'll investigate it myself."
Later, when the two men had finished buying the food, they saw Ye Zhen sitting quietly at the table, with an enigmatic face.
"Aiqing," he called An Xiaojia, "Take a picture of this pancake for me as a souvenir."
An Xiaojia rummaged through his trouser pocket for his mobile phone.
An Xiaojia worships: "It is the pinnacle of the school cafeteria."
Ye Zhen stared at the pancakes and suddenly thoughtfully said, "The late Jin nobles."
Taoke chopsticks fell with a click. I couldn't help laughing and gasped.
Meet AnXiaoJia and fatty at the gate of the dining room, and the fatty is crazy at the sight of Ye Zhen.
The fat man came back to study after working for two years. He was one year older than Ye Zhen, and he was familiar with it at ordinary times, so he met Ye Zhen, which was nothing like a student meeting a teacher.
He threw himself on Ye Zhen, with tears in his eyes: "Today! There are Taoke gangs who are thieves, robbing people, and extorting money from the people. The roots are still there, please ask my Lord to see clearly! "
Ye Zhen said: "Visit and take it at any time, and allow it to surrender and be exempted from crime."
The fat man cried: "Today! Be sure to kill one and make an example of a hundred! "
Tao can bully himself and kick.
An Xiaojia said, "I am so hungry that I have to eat two bowls of noodles. What do you eat? "
Tao Ke and the fat man said in unison, "1: 1.2."
An Xiaojia shook his head: "Bad taste. What about Teacher Ye? "
Ye Zhen said, "I'll investigate it myself."
Later, when the three men finished buying the food, they saw Ye Zhen sitting quietly at the table, with an enigmatic face.
"Dear nephew," he called An Xiaojia, "Take a picture of this pancake for me as a souvenir."
An Xiaojia rummaged through his trouser pocket for his mobile phone.
Ye Zhen said affectionately, "Pay attention to its slender body, the egg layer as thin as cicada's wings, the young bean sprouts, the thin kelp, and the only, lonely, helpless and pitiful three shredded potatoes lying in the thin noodle sauce."
An Xiaojia worships: "It is the pinnacle of the school cafeteria."
Ye Zhen stared at the pancakes and suddenly thoughtfully said, "The late Jin nobles."
Taoke chopsticks fell with a click.
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In this world, some people are as warm as they are indifferent.
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In this world, some people are as warm as they are indifferent.
Transparent sea
Author: Yao Muyun Date of submission: August 2007-1510: 08: 00.
The summer wind blows hot and dry, and even the pores feel hot and dry.
There are fewer and fewer people at the passenger station.
Looking back, I met a smile with yellow teeth: "Little brother, do you want to take a car?" In the direction of the uncle's finger, there was indeed a three-wheeled motorcycle.
Look at the table. It's already 1 1 point 15. With a sigh, the strength in my hands relaxed a little.
The uncle grinned and walked over to take my travel bag. As soon as I turned around, I was blocked by a tall figure.
A strong hand is also on my suitcase.
Another bag grab? ! Where is it? When I came, I didn't see the way.
A handsome face with dark glasses and a slight tan raised his chin at me through the uncle: "Miss Lin?"
I just nodded.
A smile appeared on his sunny face, revealing white shell-like teeth.
Summer wind
Author: Naomi
Hot and dry blowing around, even the pores feel hot and dry.
There are fewer and fewer people at the passenger station.
I stood in the shade with a backpack and a suitcase, squinting against the strong sunlight and looking at the end of the path ...
Suddenly someone grabbed my suitcase, and my first reaction was that there was chaos in a small place, and someone actually robbed the bag in broad daylight!
Looking back, I met a smile with yellow teeth: "Little brother, do you want to take a car?"
In the direction of the uncle's finger, there was indeed a three-wheeled motorcycle.
Look at the table. It's already 1 1 point 15.
With a sigh, the strength in my hands relaxed a little.
The uncle grinned and walked over to take my travel bag.
As soon as I turned around, I was blocked by a tall figure.
A strong hand is also on my suitcase.
Another bag grab? !
What is this place? When I came, I didn't see the way.
A handsome face with dark glasses and a slight tan raised his chin at me through the uncle: "Mr. Chu?"
I just nodded.
A smile appeared on his sunny face, revealing white shell-like teeth.
"He is a guest of our hotel." He explained to the uncle, picked up my luggage and strode away. And love war
Yao Muyun's Imagine:
I met her indifferent eyes, and I was moved and shocked at that moment. Zhang Xiuqing's face, deep outline, straight nose, pale lips, big eyes with thin cheeks and black hair, eyes with thin cheeks and black hair. She smells like an English aristocrat, cold and noble, but depraved. Looking at such a face, my mind inexplicably thinks of Nirvana's "PennyroyalTea".
“Sitanddrinkpennyroyaltea,distillthelifethat’sinsideofme.
That's the smell of elegance and decay.
North North "Love War":
Let's not talk about it the first time we met. This guy was beaten beyond recognition, and you can't see why. Good-bye today, when he deliberately ran to greet his table and met the cold eyes, he was shocked at that moment. A handsome face, a deep outline, a straight nose, light lips, big eyes with thin cheeks and black blue hair, bring out the decadent and negative taste; Wearing a valuable black leather coat, a big black turtleneck sweater and pale skin. He smells like an English aristocrat, cold and noble, but depraved. Looking at such a face, Darren's mind inexplicably thought of Nirvana's "PennyroyalTea".
"Sitanddrinkpennyroyaltea,distillthelifethat'sinsideofme.
Sitanddrinkpennyroyaltea,Iamananemicroyalty."
That's the smell of elegance and decay.
Yao Muyun's Imagine:
We turned on the stereo and still sat in silence. "THEVERVE" and "anonymous soul" This CD is one of her most satisfying collections.
North North "Love War":
The stereo turned on automatically, and the "ANORTHERNSOUL" of "THEVERVE" was put in this afternoon. The volume is not big, and the sound of guitar faintly permeates the small space in the car. It is pure and cool, and the waves are endless. This CD is one of his most satisfying collections. The lead singer RichardAshcroft repeats the doomed loneliness, unavoidable loneliness and inescapable loneliness in every work.
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Yao Muyun's Imagine:
“Tellmewhatyou’veseen,wasitadream? WasIinit…… ... "(Tell me what you see? Is it a dream? Am I in your dream? ) She sang along unconsciously and experienced the taste of life chewed by the singer in her heart over and over again. In those eyes, how gray the world is, which makes her sing so coldly and insipid?
Plagiarism "You and My Girl Feelings"
Girl Feelings of You and Me
First of all, let's talk about Teacher Fifty Lan.
Well ... it's really fascinating to say that marysue and the Virgin Mary ...
But why was she moved to tears ...
I hoped for freckles for a long time after that, and I was inexplicably afraid of horses.
So I also have an innocent age ... (ouch)
In a word, this work is a beautiful memory in my heart ...
In a word, the beautiful memories will stay in the memories ...
Don't tell me even if you feel out after reading it.
Knowledge Popularization of Loving Houses-Young Girls-Classic Review
First of all, let's talk about Teacher Fifty Lan.
Excluding "Beautiful Girl Warrior", Miss Fifty Lan's "Britney Spears" is the first girl I have ever seen.
Come to think of it, that story is nothing more than a story about a girl who was raised in an orphanage, how she was bullied by the aristocratic family, how she dumped the boys of the aristocratic family because of her strong personality, and finally found true love through twists and turns.
Well ... it's really fascinating to say that marysue and the Virgin Mary ...
But why was she moved to tears ...
I can still clearly remember the names of the leading men: Anthony, Dillis, Mr. Oba …
I hoped for freckles for a long time after that, and I was inexplicably afraid of horses.
So I also have an innocent age ... (ouch)
In a word, this work is a beautiful memory in my heart ...
After a long time, when I saw teacher Hosokawa's Daughter of the Nile, I couldn't ... accept the thought that Anthony was star-eyed like that ...
In a word, the beautiful memories will stay in the memories ...
Don't tell me even if readers feel out after reading it.
Well, after Teacher Fifty Lan, there are works like Little Cher, but they are not as good as Britney Spears, so they can be regarded as "a masterpiece".
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His bright eyes stared at me like two wildfires in the virgin forest and jumped up fiercely.
He suddenly grabbed my hand, pressed it on his chest and cried, "My heart, where is my heart?" My heart is gone! "
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His bright eyes stared, like two wildfires in the virgin forest, and jumped up fiercely.
I grabbed his hand, pressed it on my chest and cried,' My heart, where is my heart? My heart is gone!' Jing M.Guo: Xiao A said it well. The sky is used for windy and rainy days, and the land is used for growing flowers and grass, while I am used to tell the world that a person can be so unlucky. I am really unlucky. A boy with a conservative estimate of 75 kilograms can ride his bike over my instep accurately and then walk away without saying sorry. I think I must say sorry to the next person who hit me by bike first to stimulate his conscience. Sure enough, I was hit by a car again, so I said, I'm sorry. Then I waited for him to blush and apologize. He said "it doesn't matter" without looking back and then left again. I think I'm a genius. I am an unlucky genius. It would be a joke if I were not an unlucky genius. (Jing M.Guo "December")
Yao: Xiao Linzi said it well. The sky is used for windy and rainy days, and the land is used for growing flowers and grass. I just used it to tell the world how unlucky a person can be. (Only changed the name ...) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
I've been thinking about what color the sky is, but I can't see it clearly. When I have a dream, the sky is gray, and the beautiful and fine light blue surrounds it, which is like the piping on the old cheongsam. There are smoke-like clouds in light color on the horizon, leaving a touch of pallor under the gray sky, drifting endlessly, and spreading until the white covers the gray, leaving fragmented traces of the shadows on the ground, just like tears, and the eyes are always pale. (Jing M.Guo: "How many flowers fall in the dream")
I am not a gloomy child. I grew up in a cautious family and exquisite materials. My appearance is clean and my grades are excellent. My mother has collected all my awards and certificates, and I have to look at them one by one for a long time. But I still have despair in my heart, but I can't even tell myself what it is. Only when I see a distorted oil painting in my ears, a strange face that is enduring pain on a strange road, and a street full of neon lights, I can't find my way. When I pick up the phone, I don't know who to call and finally put it down gently, I will see the black hidden in my heart surging out of my chest. (Jing M.Guo's "Once Fragments")
I was standing at the roadside station waiting for the bus that day. I was going to a teacher's house to study. There were thousands of test papers and reference books in my schoolbag. A beautiful boy walked by me, carrying a black guitar and worn jeans, and his long hair was blown up by the wind. The expression on his face was naive and arrogant, humming a repetitive melody. I knew it was Pink Floyd's song. He gave a loud whistle when he passed me. I looked down quietly. I seemed to remember something, but I immediately shook my head and smiled. But I don't know why I laugh, but I know that the soft dust falling from the ceiling will never appear in my life again. (Jing M.Guo's "Once Fragments")
Every time I stand in the night, I always get some trance-like hints. I am a person who is used to listening in the city. I always like to stand on the top of the building, look up at the lonely sky, and see the lonely figure of birds gliding gently from my eyes. (Jing M.Guo: "How many flowers fall in the dream")
I always wander repeatedly in tragic mood in an attempt to find a way out. Occasionally, I will think of Faye Wong's tears from the corner of her eyes, which are the same as her RAP. I want to find a way out. Is there a way out? This situation is a bit like being in a dry well and hitting a wall on all sides. When the situation is worse, the side wellhead will be blocked. It's no longer going up the poor blue road and going down the grave, but going up and down the grave. There is absolutely no way out. In fact, there is no way in the world, and more people will become the road. I'm always waiting for someone else to come out, but I'm still waiting until the end, only the cycle continues to turn, the sun rises and the moon sinks, and the plants are yellow. Some things have settled, but most of them have been forgotten. My friend said, if I can't forget it, just to remember it and feel warm, then I'd rather make it for only one season in my life and take it away with a smile for one year. Who said that? Time is still there, but we fly. (Jing M.Guo: "How many flowers fall in the dream")
The triviality and emptiness of life are intertwined and woven into an overwhelming net. I sit peacefully in the middle of the net without the desire and impulse to escape. Because I always fantasize that I am outside the internet, just like the "feeling is" in Buddhist scriptures, thinking about it. Time flies when I sit in the net, and the material and years go backwards vigorously, while my mind and soul rush forward with joy, sublimating my spirit like flying, leaving my body empty. Only thoughts continue to jointing cleanly, like rice that is happy in abundant rain. (Jing M.Guo: "How many flowers fall in the dream")
I know that Xi Murong once wrote some beautiful sentences. In previous lives, I was a woman who wrote poems by the sand. In previous lives, I was the lotus that you missed under your wrist. In previous lives, I was a tree by your roadside. In previous lives, I was the lamp that prayed for you in front of the Buddha. But she is her and I am me, and I clearly know that I can't be such a delicate thing. Maybe I was a small sand in the Sahara or a big stone on the flaming mountain in my previous life. Past lives told me: In fact, your past life was a pointer on a clock face, turning in circles alone, watching the time go away, and there was nothing you could do (Jing M.Guo's Illusion in Winter)