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文章形式:【给小白的心里话或短文或其他】
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是否参加本周六晚的YY活动:
若参加是否自己朗读:
是否参加评选活动:
希望得到什么小礼物:
★☆★☆★☆END☆★☆★☆★

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ID:雪袶
文章形式:无比短小的生贺
文章字数:800+
是否参加本周六晚的YY活动:呃，也许？
若参加是否自己朗读:呃……拒绝了
是否参加评选活动:呃……参加？
希望得到什么小礼物:……书
★☆★☆★☆END☆★☆★☆★
附文：
　　尸魂界的隆冬鲜少见雪，今年也一样，骤降的气温将流魂街平凡的居民都赶进了屋内，门窗紧闭，稍稍富裕的人家会烧上火取暖。瀞灵庭内因有着厚厚的结界，阻隔了寒冷的空气，身着死霸装的队员们忙碌的穿梭其间。
一切就如往常，没什么特别的。除了……
十番队的队长，那个罕见的天才少年皱起被冬雪点缀过的眉毛，看着空无一人的办公室，不禁又恼火起来——除了那位有着冬眠癖好的慵懒副官，一切都如往常。
“松本啊……”年轻的嗓音中带着苍老的叹息，这位队长揉着眉角，竟然找不出什么好方法将他的副官从宿醉和温暖的被窝里赶出来，让她安安分分的在冬日好好工作一天。
唯一显得拥挤的办公桌上堆满了文件，最上面放着一张字迹混乱的请假条，沾染了柿子酒的味道。年轻的队长向来不喜欢两样气味，一是柿子，二是酒。
『因为快要到一月了，需要好好休息来渡过寒冬，迎接新的一年。所以申请在冬日早上迟来一个时辰，用来冬眠——署名：十番队副官松本乱菊』
结尾画了一个滑稽的笑脸，日番谷嘴角抽动着，严肃的提笔批上“驳回申请”。
就在少年队长快要忍无可忍对松本在他眼皮底下插科打诨，偷偷溜走进行厉声斥责时，松本带着笑脸，来得异常的早。队长挑起一边的眉毛，像遇见了新鲜事一样打量着松本。
于是松本副官伸出双手蒙住了队长的双眼，朗声说到：“推开门有惊喜！”
被蒙住眼睛的日番谷一阵哭笑不得的伸出手，向门把手摸去，问：“你又要耍什么把戏？”
副官得意的哼笑着说：“冬眠时耍的把戏。”
松本催促着他赶快进去，直到他已经站在了办公室的中央时，松本才把手拿开。
日番谷缓了缓才张开眼，由黑暗步入光明，就在那一瞬间，有人点燃了鞭炮一样的东西，只听见“嘭”的几声响动，五颜六色的碎纸条就落在了少年皓白的头发上。
“这是什——”
还没等到少年队长反应过来，堆满了办公室的各类糖果、零食还有布娃娃玩偶就闯进了祖母绿的眼眸。
也不知道这个小小的队长办公室是如何在塞进了一大堆礼物之后又塞进几乎十三个番队的重要席官。这群家伙都满脸堆笑的带着幼稚透顶的生日帽，有人还吹着小喇叭来营造气氛。
“YOOOO——！日番谷队长！12月20日！Happy Birthday！”

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ID:
文章形式:给小白的心里话【虽然有点矫情但并不想改了（ーー；）】
文章字数:请容我打完草稿再数(●°u°●) 」
是否参加本周六晚的YY活动:尽量（没用过YY的这么一只）
若参加是否自己朗读:同上
是否参加评选活动:是的呀
希望得到什么小礼物:by all means
★☆★☆★☆END☆★☆★☆★

ID:特斯拉请嫁我
文章形式:chinglish诗生贺
文章字数:没数，肯定没到800
是否参加本周六晚的YY活动: 随便
若参加是否自己朗读: 不
是否参加评选活动:参加
希望得到什么小礼物：给我的《某死神的科学邂逅》加精怎么样？（开玩笑的hh）
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如有语法错误请不要指出来，作者玻璃心脆弱。
附文：
Get Another Start Now
He woke up with an unfinished dream at about 8 a.m,
finding himself on an frozen island.
Damn, what's going ahead?
Maybe he just complained too much to God,
cuz it did trouble him a lot.
He prayed to escape for a little while,
then he got himself exiled.
Swords, blood, and pain,
all of those have been kicked off,
and he gets another start now.
Running on the stage of snow,
he threw away his socks.
Color-cloud chased him as the light of spot.
Crust thrilled when he first screamed out.
Whistle——the little prince thought,
"I am the lord of the plot."
So he never tries to figure it out
why there's a sudden sense of being lost.
Don't try to remind him of the dream he has forgot,
cuz he's having a fairy tale.
Maybe he just complained too much to God,
cuz it did trouble him a lot.
He prayed to escape for a little while,
then he got himself exiled.
Breeze, snow, halcyon days,
all of which he has to say goodbye to, however, gosh.
If it's getting a bore,
what about making some noise of hard-core?
Sun setting, tide ebbing, dusk falling,
everything's gonna have an end, so do lives.
He sat on the rock and tried to think and think.
Damn, what's going ahead?
Cuz it's no fun to have something messed in head.
That's not the life he expects.
Maybe he should crawl back into bed,
restart the dream he has forgot,
and guess what he would wish for.
He wakes up from an unfinished dream since yesterday,
finding himself in his bedchamber.
Damn, what day is it today？
Crepting from bed, fumbling for light,
he rubbed his eyes and pulled open the door.
"Happy Birthday! Captain! "
Gosh, he spits, and smiles,
"Don't interupt my sleep, you stupid!"
Now he stand here on this mini-stage.
Damn, what's going ahead?
And he's thinking about——
right，I should get another start now.

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