Swallows are the most popular birds among villagers. They love them even more than Magpies. Every autumn, the swallows left silently without seeing those figures. People always say in their hearts, when will the swallows come back? It seemed that the Swallow who built the nest on the roof beam was already a member of this family. There was always some reluctance and more kindness between words. When spring came and the willow green flowers were red, the swallows came back with joy and twittering, circling over the roof, looking for their old nest, and with a sound of whoosh, they got in from the door, falling on the Roof Beam, I couldn’t help ringing a few times, as if saying, I’m back, I’m back. In fact, people here have long been looking forward to the early return of swallows. When the swallows come back, they will bring a lot of spring scenery. The spring in the mountain village will be truly clear and colorful. I don’t know who cut the fine leaves. The spring wind in February is like scissors. This swallow, with a pair of scissors, flies thousands of miles and cuts all the way, with various patterns, sends the thriving spring to thousands of households, what’s more, they hummed a spring ballad with joyful whispers, touching their hearts. After the firecrackers of the new year rang, I obviously felt that when I slept at night, there would be fine sweat. The land under my feet was not as cold as that in lunar December, and there was a faint sound of rolling and surging. When I was young, I felt that I couldn’t express it. I didn’t know how to use appropriate words to express it. Sitting at the door of the house, looking up, you can see the mountains far and near, high and low, connected into a piece, surrounded by small mountain villages one after another. A piece of sky surrounded by mountains and mountains gradually became clear. It was no longer as heavy and depressing as winter, but gradually added some pleasant colors. A large area of intoxicating blue was just like washing water, it is particularly exciting; Even those big and small clouds are more elegant, dexterous and beautiful than those in winter. In her spare time, mother would sit at the gate of the yard and do some needlework. She would raise her face from time to time, looking at the mountains in the distance and the sky above her head. The mountains are still those mountains, the ridges are still those ridges, the sky is still the day when the palm is big, and the pedestrians on the mountain road are also those villagers who are not familiar with each other, which seems to be nothing different, but from my mother’s eyes, there was clearly something waiting for. That eyes were no different from those of my elder brothers and sisters who were waiting to come back from school. Spring is getting closer and closer, and the fragrance of flowers is getting stronger and stronger. Finally one day, a pair of small black spots flew over from the opposite hill and fell on the osmanthus tree in front of the door, shouting incessantly. My mother said happily that it was the swallow. The Swallow in our family came back, so let it go quickly, standing three or five steps away from the door, he said to the swallow on the tree, “come in as soon as you come back, and forget the house, don’t you? The swallow seemed to be hesitant and unwilling to move. His mother raised her voice and said it again. This time, the swallow understood his mother’s words, nodded to his mother, chirped twice, went through the wall of the yard and went straight to the main room, their nests were built on the roof beams. Although they hadn’t lived for a long time and had a defect, they were their homes, and their smell remained in the nests. I believe that in a few days, the diligent swallows will bring new mud and repair their homes neatly. In their hometown, villagers all believed that the families that swallows were willing to come must be good families. This good family was not necessarily rich and rich, including many aspects. Some rich and powerful families, swallows just refused to go. Therefore, every spring, there are many people looking forward to the swallows flying away from their home in the first year, which is no less than the relatives waiting for their return. If the swallows do not come back for a long time, they can’t help chanting, I don’t know whether the flying swallow will still be there, whether it is lost, and I can no longer find the direction to go home. The boys were very naughty when they were young, so they did everything to dig out birds and tear down their nests. Only the Swallow’s nests could not move, nor did they dare to move. Otherwise, my mother would have a good beating, which made her skin suffer. When I was three or two years old, I stayed in my mother’s arms and didn’t want to leave. At home, without anyone else, my mother taught me to sing children’s songs. In spring, this Swallow, she became the object of her mother’s singing over and over again. Little Swallow, wearing flower clothes, come here every spring. My mother sang one sentence, and I followed one sentence. I always didn’t learn it, which made my mother laugh and continue to sing while laughing. I followed behind, learning to sing one word after another, again and again, the immature voice finally finished this children’s song, not to mention how happy my mother was. In my memory, my mother was very good at singing, not worse than the young aunts and sisters-in-law, but she seldom sang and hardly spoke in public to teach us children’s songs, perhaps it is the natural outpouring of maternity, and it is also a mother’s devotion to her children. In the eyes of all mothers, their own children are not worse than others. Their own children are precious knots that cannot be changed. I grew up day by day in my mother’s songs. One day, I carried my schoolbag and went to school. I stopped singing children’s songs with my mother and even began to dislike these songs that accompanied me to grow up. First of all, I was afraid that someone would laugh at me. At this time, I followed the teacher to sing those songs. After primary school, it was junior high school, followed by senior high school. These songs taught by my mother almost never sang any more, as if they were all removed from my heart. I grew up and my mother was old. No one would mention these songs belonging to my mother any more. Until one day, when I had my own child, the child grew up day by day, and the longer it grew, the more lovely it was. When I was talking, I unconsciously taught her to sing Little Swallow and wear flower clothes. I sang, after another, my wife said, “children are so happy that the whole family is happy and unhappy. Although the life is not so comfortable, the warmth of the family will make people forget many unpleasant things. One day, my mother held the child in her arms and sang with the child in no hurry. The Little Swallow, dressed in floral clothes, came here every spring. The songs hidden in her heart also highlighted the rare charm, the child learned from her, one long sentence and one short sentence, although the tune was gone, such happiness could not be picked up casually by ordinary people. The songs she was familiar with were sung by a generation of people and ushered in the next generation. Sometimes, in my mother’s ballad, recalling my childhood, it was a pity that I always passed by without a good aftertaste. Now I think of these again. It is a pity that my mother has not been here for a long time, but I still remember the country folk songs with scales and claws, which make people have endless charm in their hearts. What was a little regretful was that now living in the city, I could never see those swallows who came back in pairs, which had become a kind of complex. However, such songs became clearer in my heart.

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According to my conjecture, white holes account for the majority and black holes account for the minority in the universe. Both of them are also the Golden Law of sanqi Kai. In addition, people of good quality and all other lives will gather together in the white hole in the future. On the contrary, in the black hole, they are also sorted according to their status, which is exactly the same as in the world.

Making life more meaningful is the full value of our life.

How could it be possible that Japanese rightists would not worship ghosts? They themselves are the incarnations of ghosts, and they themselves are transformed from a group of demons that kill countless lives.

Doing good things was originally a glorious thing and a bright thing. But now, why are there still so many people who are always so afraid of their hands and feet? This shows that our human nature is not free enough, has not been completely liberated, and there are many aspects of the ugliness of human nature and so on.

Surrealism thinking has a hundred harms but no benefits for the survival and development of human beings. Surrealism does not recognize ancestors and does not know their ancestors. If they have milk, they will be mothers. Its harm is far-reaching and long-lasting, we must resolutely oppose it. The poorest people in the world are those whose money comes unrightfully and costs unrightfully.

The most tolerable attitude in the world is the attitude (or posture) of a villain when he is successful.

No one asked about the poor in the downtown. Rich had distant relatives in the remote mountains. Does such an ugly human nature need to be changed by now?

Pay determines value. The more you pay, the greater the value of life. The two are in direct proportion.

Beautiful Love is often met by accident, but missed by accident.

Art is a positive and scientific dynamic and its manifestation.

Some things are not caused by our advantages and disadvantages, but by man-made or ugly creation of human nature.

I have already had enough food and drink, but I am not thinking about getting rich together. Is this a noble quality?

People with poor quality and insatiable greed always yearn for luxurious life, which will eventually become extremely vicious. No matter how capable such people are, they will become criminals and cannot hold leadership positions.

Any of the twelve zodiac signs may become a great or insignificant person. As far as I know, Leo or Taurus, which belongs to rats, cattle, Tigers and sheep, and Aries who belong to pigs are most likely to become great people. Of course, sometimes the greatness and the insignificance are separated by a wall, or between a thought, there are many conditions to be a great person, at least the congenital and acquired conditions are indispensable.

I often say to many of my good friends that in fact, you are all as good as me, but you just don’t want to show it, and I also have a bad side, but I just overcome it, or don’t want to show it. If you want to be a successful excellent writer or artist, you ‘d better not be an official. Even if you want to be an official, you must be a clean official. Otherwise, you will not be clean, there is no face to lead and educate others.

As an ideological and artistic worker in a socialist country, he can neither seek power nor for money, otherwise, it will be difficult to create good works.

The range of Chinese characteristics is very wide, including high-level and low-level ones, while we can only forge ahead bravely towards more advanced Chinese characteristics.

The comprehensive deepening reform of the Third Plenary Session of the 18th CPC central committee will certainly touch the interests of some people, but as long as they are sensible and emotional, I believe that most people will make great contributions in consideration of the overall situation of the whole country and the nation. Only a few people will be stubborn and unyielding. For this kind of people, compulsory measures and special measures must be taken, and they should not be soft at all.

Whether we engage in literature and art or devote ourselves to politics, if we want to achieve a career, we must sacrifice many economic and power interests of individuals or families. If one’s purpose of devoting himself to literature and art and politics is only for money and fame, or just for his own personal and family interests or glory, such motivation itself is not pure, how can there be a good career development and a bright future in this way? It is even more impossible to flow forever. That kind of practice and thought which wanted to achieve career as well as many personal or family interests was out of date, because these were the backward thoughts and practices of feudal society, now it is being abandoned by the generation trend of history and time. And those corrupt officials, just because they couldn’t see this clearly, or because they were weak-willed, finally fell into prisoners!

We don’t know when Communism will come true, but the direction of our efforts is to finally realize communism in all mankind, which is certain.

On December 29th, 2013, in Lugou Bridge, Fengtai, Beijing.

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I lead you through the crowd. Heavy footsteps, heavy luggage and heavy mood. I held you tightly, and I was afraid that if I let go, you would be like a single boat drifting into the crowd. Finally, the outline was blurred, leaving only a touch of pale white.

The ticket finally cut off our voice like a pair of scissors. Your face turned around, like a door closed. The breeze was blowing, swaying the dark figure outside the fence. Give you a ride with your eyes, and another ride with your memories until the warm season turns and you lose your signal.

On the stunned platform, cars came and went, transported the missing from this place to the other bank, and finally stopped at the place where they were concerned. I know that the returned luggage is not only lonely, but also your instructions, in the palm, warm as ever.

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If you want to do something, it is impossible for you to have distractions. If you don’t practice yourself well, you will be an ordinary person anyway. If you want to go ahead spiritually, it is not done by ordinary people. You can lead a team, clear away the clouds of complicated affairs, and drive a boat skillfully in the business world, you can even look directly at people, but you may not make a difference in the field of literary thought. Why can’t I walk up when you have me? Where is my inspiration? When you are confused, you must first check your heart. Literature is not for purpose, but the fruit of non-purpose and non-utility. Under the Eastern fence of picking chrysanthemum, you can see the southern mountain leisurely. The mountain is sunny and the birds are returning. It is the scenery that you can see in it while you are detached, the ideal that you have been longing for for for a long time, and the spark of subjective and objective emotions. Scenes from a person, belong to tens person. Throughout the Ages, masterpieces handed down from time to time have been revealed by accident and never deliberately carved. When I was writing, when I couldn’t start writing after thinking about it, I either set the tone high or wanted to show it to others perfectly. When I tried my best to present the work and even myself to gain others’ favor, however, I found that there was nothing to gain and the left and right sides could not meet the source. At that time, I secularized it and connected it with utility, where my humble soul was seen. When you pour out your ups and downs emotions regardless of everything, or feel sad, or grieved, or excited, or affectionate, or love, or hate, even if you feel childish and ridiculous in the future, hiding it, these works are also precious and worth keeping. When I walked into the work as an ordinary person and expressed my heart with a common heart, the article immediately looked like an old friend who just met but had nothing to talk about, sitting opposite, listening to me and talking with me with open heart, therefore, I no longer wriggle, but became relaxed and free. Inspiration is always at the touch of sensibility. Good works start from inspiration and are demonstrated by rationality, which are both flying and heavy. Is the frequent emergence of inspiration accidental? No, that is a profound experience and discovery of life. Inspiration will not come out of nowhere. Even if it is fleeting, it is also the accumulation of life and knowledge. Inspiration is creativity, which is rich and thin. Coherent inspiration will give birth to great and profound thoughts.

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A fate let me know that there is such a simple girl who has been persistent for love for five years. I don’t know whether she has lived a long or short life in these five years. Maybe there have been some separation and combination in these five years. As a girl, you can realize how helpless you are when you are sad. It is impossible to only like one person for a lifetime. But when you like someone, it seems not difficult to concentrate on it, right? I am not a boy, and I don’t know what is the concept of a boy? Maybe love is just a play. The deepest injury is often the deepest part of the play. Does everyone’s heart yearn for a love that never breaks up? Love can be shown in the form of family affection at the end, no matter you are a boy or a girl. This is the most successful way to fall in love. In different growth stages of life, there may be a person living in his heart. The space of a heart is limited. If someone comes in, someone must quit. In the 21st century, there was no emperor and no harem with three thousand beauties. Even if there was one emperor, not everyone could become an emperor. There is a saying: if I drown for three thousand, I will take a ladle alone. Sometimes, maybe loyalty to love is a little difficult, isn’t it? If you fall in love more often, maybe that love will depreciate. Just like RMB, the more issued, the lower purchasing power will be. My aunt taught me not to promise to be someone else’s girlfriend casually. Now I understand this truth. I don’t understand love, just like love doesn’t understand me. My friend taught me, let it go, I think I understand a little bit. However, life is not enough to let nature take its course. In some things, we still need to work hard and change with our own actions. It may not be appropriate to use it here because of the small evil, but the meaning is similar. If evil also let nature take its course, it will never be a good thing if it is not corrected since childhood. Happiness is the same. If you always let nature take its course, you will let the happiness around you slip away. In the future life, there will still be someone breaking into your life. However, the feeling at that time must be different from this time. Of course, it does not rule out that those at that time are more suitable for themselves than those at this time. If you like a boy with a girlfriend. Don’t be a mistress, because people who will find a mistress will definitely find a mistress. How to get it will be lost. For This Love, it is a kind of happiness to let go calmly and treat yourself to others. If, now I like a single boy who is the same as myself. I will tell him how I feel about him. What the other side does is the other side’s business. This does not rule out. Maybe the other party just likes himself. Time can prove many things. I hope that simple silly girl can be happy all the time without getting hurt any more.

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Deep winter night, North wind flurry of a night, Moonlight, Meng hazy, half-in, in addition to bamboo wind friction issued a rustling sound, around, few other noise. Can clearly distinguish, is four of us footsteps. Our trip, just a casual interest in, hares, or as catch roosting in bamboo branches on bird; And. Find a hour with auspicious, in addition to hare just shit out near shit, even rabbit hair also no a root. Occasionally torch light over-trees and bamboo, rouse the alert of doves, Silence of the night sky, clear hear doves chuang anxiety flaps its wings voice. Wensheng has not been their traces. Half-moon and mask the, midnight time, night such as mo ren in two-step before, were unable to tell origin the shadow. We four walking through a thick bamboo forest, torchlight of low-light-level, our careful, vigilant, eyes such as Wolf flare of a black light, search trail of rabbit, search for perched bamboo tree crotch on slack birds. Sleeping slack birds. Occasionally-search to, habitat sleep on bamboo branches such as fur ball tits, Wu building bird, curious bird’s beak where. Many Slack birds habitat in low branches within reach, just their non-we’re hunting goal. Of the night color strong, in wind driven, distant, near spine bamboo sent waves dubious chirruped chirp, we like walking into a group of dark of the old world, chirruped sound like disrepair of the door leaf sound, inadvertently forced human heart different kind of different sense. Chirruped chirruped howl like there’s a ghost driving a fan door leaf, chirruped chirp in the wind reveals a weird atmosphere. To when this piece of bamboo and non-strange feeling, in tonight silence of the night sky, the effect of wind, spine bamboo issued chirp produce a silk feeling of terror, we like broke into a group of uninhabited centuries-old houses, Phantom overlap chirruped harsh from time sounded, paradox of atmosphere stimulus psychology, heart arise suspicion, back on lit the chill. Like tonight, to I a person to this place, tell the truth is a little hair heart. Chang said. Three of us although not speak, heart empathy. Bamboo of thick Mao, reinforced environmental drowsy with. All of a sudden, there was a strange voice, which was like the breath of an old man who seemed to be out of breath. The gasp sounded like a strong phlegm blocked in his trachea, wind came panting looming like approximate far. The four of us stopped at the same time. The gloomy breath soaked all over our body, and our hearts surged on our throats and eyes. We distinguished the sound source and raised our ears to distinguish the direction of the sound source. Sound huh tape a tremor of temperament, well,,, well,,, well,,, tone of pain very like a long illness of old man uttered, listen to situation, his trachea like a unit sputum block, life ready to choke. Well,,, well,,, well,,, of desolate No. erratic, sometimes like in our behind, sometimes like ring out in we just beyond, near far labored breathing people capricious for erratic, like there’s a ghost around around us, anytime to of our souls gou qu. Night more thick ink, intermittent and heavy breathing of the erratic around us, environment of sly terror let our hearts strangled. Thick black sky we cannot to observe days appearance, can perception air in subtle changes, air can smell the humidity, skin feeling sky in there’s like rain. Weird labored breathing still around us, near far shaky. Normally we also count bold, this situation this atmosphere of sly terror, We Heart lit the bursts chill. The flashlight in hand shot randomly, and nothing dark outside the light source could be seen. We nervously searched for the source of this horrible sound source. Is who? Green suddenly surprised asked, We Heart song, three hand in torch, torch light salvo in green questioning direction. Night sky gloomy dark, in addition to bamboo and graceful Phantom, in addition to wind, what are no. Torch light peripheral vision we see, a distance a building dilapidated mud brick built bungalow weird hidden in the bamboo forest. Green more timid, tone quivering: just now, I probably saw a wearing green cloth robe of people walks. asked: Who is it? Green: no see, only see a crack green robe flashed, supposed to say this direction. Green pointing to building dilapidated mud-brick. Our skin involuntarily arises goose bumps, ecstasy thriller. We looked at the dilapidated mud brick house. It was hard to imagine that someone would live here with dark tiles and dilapidated walls. However, at this moment, this ordinary mud brick house was no longer common, in our eyes on our mental produce a kind of unspeakable creepy horror. The Phantom of the blue robe? We could meet ghost? Everyone’s inner doubts of conjecture. We in shock,,,,,, Sky started floating to rain, small wind, the wind to have ceased blowing. We seem to be biotite build of thick wall in middle, thick black, that uh huh worried sad cry Jarred sounded again, this time I hear real, well,,, well,,, the gasp sounded not far away from me. I was thrilled subconsciously with my flashlight shining at the foot of a cluster of bamboos not far away. The Aperture emitted by the flashlight, the foot of the cluster of bamboos, A mouse weighing about 2 jin bulged his cheek out of the cave, and it was the weird breath that came out. Because of the wind, the sound of the mouse’s Um-um was drifting from time to time. The mouse exposed under the flashlight cried a few times, then turned around and got into the hole. Chang raised blunderbuss gun just level, fumed of: late step hole I killed it, just be its cries frightened. Think mouse calls would be something like, sounds really scary. My word. He said: When I first heard it, it was really like the breath of an old man. Who thought it would be the cry of a mouse? Green: its cries moment far near the flightiness sounds really creepy people arent. Chang down blunderbuss gun Road: I used to come as night rabbit, have heard-and-mouse crow, but unlike tonight ghost terror of horrify people arent. Rain dense under up, we four come to that building dilapidated mud-edge, abrupt, very abrupt, a terrorist and shrill sad call ripped night silent world. A shrill cry tore the night sky. From the dilapidated brick house, the sharp voice was like the wailing cry of a one-year-old child; And it was like a estrus cat shouting for spring. The four of us raised our feet and hovered in the air, with our hair roots standing up. The horror caused our whole body to have cold grains one by one. We listened, in addition to hear each other’s heart beat, light rain floating on the bamboo leaves rustling, around quietly Big Star faint secretly, like countless Phantom at US crowding up. Sharp desolate CAW come abrupt, disappear too abrupt, paradox very. On us the appalling stay where. For example, the sharp and terrifying cry of a baby never rings again, and the space suddenly becomes dead. Every shadow around reveals the strange horror, and our hearts have a cold hair. Qing said carefully: Do you hear the cry of ghosts? The three of us ignored Qing’s question and walked silently on the path between the bamboo forests. The sudden tone of the Emperor screamed in panic: Who is behind that? Hear tian scream, conditioned reflex of we proudly runs on, can not go back, to travel to a village road on stopped. Breathless and breathless, I asked: What did you see just now? tian: no see, just like someone on my behind. Chang complained: Don’t scream if you don’t see clearly. It’s scary to scare people. Just hear Thanh said like ghost in call, my heart arises hairs, like someone standing behind me face. tian: tell the truth, just that audio-visual baby sharp and creepy of desolate cry really creepy, now think of that sound tip tender screams of systemic goosebumps. Goose bumps of more than tian one, of drowsy acoustic tip tender as cat shout Spring of weird, four of us yi cai indefinite feeling thriller horror. Natural reminiscent on this place of horror legend. Two years ago, an old woman in that place buried several dead baby, are migrants of woman accidentally born. There was a more horrible saying that a couple gave birth to a bunch of girls. After years, they couldn’t give birth to boys. They went to ask for God’s advice and got the chance. A man had to dump a newborn baby, baby’s blood splatter on him some, he sensationalism producing some boys,,, Chang to her story, we listened to mouth filled with thick guadan the saliva, like to nausea. I asked back: How did he get the dead baby? He said: who will do such amazing teaching, and will not be afraid of lightning? Chang object however of: some people some is impossible to common sense to understand. I can tell you in detail that the corpse was divided there ,,, Qing felt scared when listening: Don’t talk about it, go home? Line to a turn, Chang pointed star fruit tree of a building: is that family. Chang, I and tian is doubtful. Half-believe is because Chang’s father is a God stick, and he is associated with the so-called semi-Gods and Semi-Immortals. The Source of the news has 80% credibility. As he said, his father told him this thing himself. Since then bring it up, this night experience, and learned many strange same ghost story, gruesome details of than we encounter on more weird. Ghost Story, letter? Do not believe? Doubts exist in people’s hearts. I remember an old man’s summary of this kind of thing: for unknown environment and things, one should be in awe, and fearless bravery is a reckless behavior. Early to hear this, feel partial cowardly discouraged, with the life experience gradually thick, on this saying perception have a deeper viscerally. Because fearless, often we chose wrong direction. Listen. Many people own reckless choice and chagrin, they always said, had known it, today why. Fear is respect for life. From the unknown, we have learned to think about the present and what we will do in the future. Note: later learned that, that big house is be inhabited, house live is a near forty-year-old widowed men, during which time he suffered from a disease, commonly known as disease snake. It was originally a kind of abscess with strong malignant toxicity. The focus was on the toes, and it was a abscess slightly larger than prickly heat. When it broke out, he could not bear the severe pain, the heartbreaking cry pushed the horrible atmosphere of that night above infinity. 2013.7.29

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Brother of the Red Army, you walk slowly. When you reach the horizon, you should remember your heart. Old sister is waiting for you and your appearance is guarding. Old sister is waiting for you to wait for the Dawn at midnight again; Cold winter is lunar December looking forward to the spring breeze; if you want to expect the Red Army to come; The mountains spread all over the mountains. The red songs on the red bus of Yingshan brought people to Jinggang Mountain, a red land. Jinggang Mountain in June, Reed breeze, Azalea Sun; Green bamboo, gurgling stream. The barracks where the Red Army lived, the paths the Red Army walked, and the mountains the Red Army fought remind you that this is not an ordinary scenic place. A grass and an inch of soil here all record the story of the Red Army: Zhu Mao joined forces, and every memorial site here is like a silent movie, replaying the solemn and stirring history to you, the glory of heroes every souvenir here is the witness of the Red Years of Jinggang Mountain, which depicts the light of red rice and pumpkin soup, which are the staple food of the Red Army at that time. Red rice grains and sweet pumpkin are also the delicious food that people come here today! Wearing a red army dress, wearing a red army cap, respecting an nonstandard military salute and taking a photo are the things people like to do here. Even though the gunfire and smoke had gone away and people’s lives were changing with each passing day, the first rural revolutionary base in Jinggang Mountain was still among the azaleas, rolling and verdant.

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Spending a busy day reduces the yearning for love. There was only a gray sky in front of the window in the afternoon, looking far away at the Crimson clouds rendered by the setting sun. Spring has approached each other’s side, but you are so naughty, because you come with a cruel chill! The warm wind delayed the future. Looking at the national flag blown by the cold spring, my heart was filled with respect! Who are you standing guard? Who did you dance? Are you enjoying the baptism of the cold wind, or show your rigid and soft charm in the cold spring? The night is approaching, but it is earlier than usual. This is you playing tricks on those lonely people on purpose! The person who hurried home at night accelerated the pace under his feet, but you gave a more painful blow here. It rained! You deliberately let the night come earlier, making the spring cold much colder than the winter cold! Because lonely people can only wander alone, wandering in your ruthless dark palm! Let you play with you, a cruel girl, how can you torture lonely people so cruelly! What makes you so indifferent? The scary wind blows in the night, as if to engulf the whole place covered by the night! I can only hear the sound of windows driven by the wind affectionately, and the sound of vehicles flying along the road. Isn’t that the envoy you sent? Otherwise, how can the car also enjoy the touch of spring cold? The night was deep and the Earth was sleeping, but you, the ruthless girl, had been staying in this cold night, continuing to erode every fragile soul. How long is the night and how long will the spring cold continue? In the long loneliness, I can’t forget you all the time. I am willing to let you erode ruthlessly until my life no longer jumps and turns into your weathered rock. This thick bedding drives away the cold of my body, but it failed to warm the heart that has been cold because of you all the time.

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The book Songjiang context (volume I) was finally published. This is a cultural exploration book, book a total of nineteen chapter, 180,000 words. This is my eighth literary work. Strictly speaking, there are 6 works and 2 albums. Here, there is a witness of the times, a light and shadow of life, and a memory of life. The final draft of Songjiang context (volume I) took more than three years. These three years were very pure, and I almost devoted myself to it. In order to write this book, I traveled all over the Jiufeng and twelve mountains in Songjiang. There was a figure left in the mountain scenery when I was walking, and my tired face was reflected in the mountain stream; In order to write this book, I read a lot of ancient books and books over and over again, and explored the truth deeply. I talked with the ancient cultural masters again and again and became a difficult bosom friend; In order to write this book, I made a new exploration in literary style, integrating history, culturology and literature. This swept the deep-seated turmoil of Songjiang culture, no matter from the thought development, or the open pattern, no matter from the look at the landscape and scenery, or from the evaluation of the spirit of history, it made Songjiang intellectuals of all dynasties suddenly enlightened today. In the whole creation process, I am slipped into a unique discourse system and creation framework, filling my passion, knowledge and art, forming a natural gushing situation. However, this kind of writing process and writing technique often have other gains and losses, namely the so-called gains and losses. My practice of touching the ancient culture had my own bitter thoughts: The Life base of Songjiang culture, the scars of Songjiang civilization, what would I pay? I don’t know. But the children’s voice of Songjiang’s history and culture often echoed in my ears, and I couldn’t avoid it. I listened carefully over and over again, always echoing in my heart. Although the voice was soft and light, it was often forgotten by people. What this book captures is the regional culture and high-grade culture that once made Songjiang people unforgettable for thousands of years. When I was walking in Songjiang, I once described this millennium culture to Songjiang people along the way. Here, I am willing to face all this, facing this extraordinary, touch the once wonderful culture and the once vigorous Songjiang civilization over and over again.

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