Direct? MLM? (Continued 2) The Time sword generally came to the moment of implementing the promise. That night, I called the grandson according to the strange number my father wrote down. Then, I rode on my own little donkey. The hot wind came all the way, and the bright moon hid in the dark clouds. My original antipathy ran there to hide at the moment. Maybe stepping on the road is because of my hobby. Soon I came to the gate of a restaurant in the pedestrian street. I followed my father’s instructions and called my grandson again. It means we are going to meet each other, so we have to give some information. The grandson picked me up immediately after receiving the message. After we met, I looked at him carefully: boy, he looks very strong and firm. Hi! Now I think about it, but it’s very funny. My father didn’t know what his son was like, so he met his grandson. A miracle! At that time, the grandson smiled and received me as if he had met his grandfather. I was moved by his great pride and enthusiasm to fill the world. Along the way, we talked about life and talked about the future, and soon we walked through the stairways of a building to our grandson’s den. At that time, the corridor was stuffy and difficult to be used. The door opened, and the comfortable cool wind came towards me. I stared at the cave and found it was brightly lit with four-wall cabinets on display. There is only a whiteboard on a narrow wall. Seeing me, my grandchildren stood up and said hello to me. The grandson began to introduce the monkey in it to me one by one: this is grandson Liu, and that is grandson Chen. In short, I don’t know how many hours have passed since the introduction of a nest of grandchildren. At that time, I had no idea what would happen. I only know to wait and see. After another time, I asked my grandson what to do next. My grandson answered my question. As expected, for a long time, as he said, compatriots like me arrived. I felt unprecedented security. Because with my intuition, the drama is about to be staged. Good, something different has happened. The grandson, known as teacher Liu, began to give lectures. In his wonderful speech, I understood a lot. It seems that in his opinion, the living environment of our human beings is very bad. Because he gave a purposeful speech. I think you will fully understand after reading my rough summary of Liu Sun’s speech. NO1: life is too short to seize every minute. Years are ruthless, urging people to grow old. There is no chance to work, and the business is brilliant. NO2: economic development, environmental protection and decadence. Home life, health first. Health care work is what life needs. NO3: survival is essential, and quality is important. Self-maintenance, the purpose of making money. Everyone must do harm to products. NO4: purify the air and maintain the body. Disinfection products have a broad market. Amway sets up a platform to make people glorious. NO5: choose Amway to achieve your dream. Serve Amway and create miracles. It is convenient for you and me, only for the Ming Dynasty. I briefly introduced Liu Sun’s point of view with phrases above. Actually at that time, sat beside a gong guan xiao jie. Liu Sun sang while she drank. If I write it down carefully, I am afraid that it cannot be recorded ten times above. In short, everything is good at first. However, it is difficult to say what happened later.

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On November 28th, I received my son’s school notice and asked him to report to Nanjing before November 30th to participate in the on-site Composition Contest for senior high school students in the whole province. Parents can accompany him. So on the evening of November 29th, my husband and I accompanied our son to Nanjing. [1] on the way to Nanjing, I went to Hongze Lake in Huai’an for dinner. Speaking of Hongze Lake, I suddenly remembered the two anti-Japanese heroes of the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, Peng Xuefeng and Zhang Lingfu. Peng Xuefeng is a famous anti-Japanese general of the Communist Party of China. It was near Hongze Lake that his young newly-married wife sent him to the anti-Japanese front with tears. It was at the edge of Hongze Lake that she looked at him and took a boat to the anti-Japanese battlefield, disappearing between the hazy Chu sky. He promised to let her wait for his victory. The wind blows and the water is cold, and the strong men will never return. However, this farewell became their farewell. The war which lasted for several days and nights had ended successfully. Originally he shouldn’t have appeared in the battlefield, but he always liked the artistic conception of dawn, so he walked out of the command post and commanded the soldiers to clean the battlefield while the dawn came. He was immersed in the joy of victory. He looked forward to meeting his wife, but at this time, a stray bullet hit his heart. The death came so fast that Peng Xuefeng fell down without noticing the political commissar standing beside him. The blood was red, the love letter he wrote to his wife the night before he could send it. After he left, his wife held his posthumous son and watched at the edge of Hongze Lake every day, looking at his successful return from afar. Looking through the autumn water, the thousands of sails were over, and the figure she came back with her son Panfu in her arms was almost petrified into a Wangfu stone. Looking at this scene, no one had the heart to tell her the news of Peng Xuefeng’s sacrifice. Four years later, Mao Zedong held a state funeral for Peng Xuefeng and buried his remains in the west bank of Hongze Lake. After the failure of the negotiation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, the anti-township group of Kuomintang returned to their hometowns and buried Peng Xuefeng in Hongze Lake. It was said that there was a mute in the local area who dived at the bottom of Hongze Lake overnight, fetched Peng Xuefeng’s bones one by one and handed them to the local guerrillas. Coincidentally, another similar thing to Peng Xuefeng was Zhang Lingfu, the ever-victorious general of Kuomintang. Zhang Lingfu was a trump card in Chiang Kai-shek’s hand. He was born in Whampoa and had been invincible since the expedition, which made the Japanese invaders scared. The difference is that when he said goodbye to his newly-married wife, he was full of ambition. What he never expected was that he would be completely annihilated in the confrontation between Meng lianggu and the Communist Party. Zhang Lingfu liked to write love letters just like Peng Xuefeng. What was different from Peng Xuefeng was that what he carried at that time was not a love letter, but a posthumous letter left to his wife. The bullet penetrated his chest, and the blood dyed the suicide note red. His wife didn’t know the news of his death in the battlefield. Like Peng Xuefeng’s wife, she held Zhang Lingfu’s posthumous son every day and looked forward to his return. She didn’t know the news of her husband’s death until four years after Zhang Lingfu died. Chiang Kai-shek held a grand state funeral for Zhang Lingfu and buried him on the east bank of Hongze Lake, which was opposite to Peng Xuefeng’s tomb across the lake. During the Cultural Revolution, a group of Red Guards dug Zhang Lingfu’s tomb, parted his bones in the streets, and sank his remains to the bottom of Hongze Lake. After knowing the stories of these two people, I couldn’t help gasping. They were both famous anti-Japanese generals and 37 years old at the time of sacrifice. All of them were newly married. Their widow, together with their posthumous son, had been widowed for them for decades and had gone through hardships and lived a hard life. In the anti-Japanese battlefield, they were all indomitable heroes, but after their death, they suffered a tragic experience of digging tombs and burying bodies! What kind of pain is such a situation to their living relatives! And this kind of pain is not the Japanese invaders, but the compatriots of their own country. What makes people lose their nature and become so mad? This is the same root, fratricidal? That civil war which shouldn’t have happened made many people die just under the butcher’s knife of Japanese invaders, and suffer misery under the gunfire of compatriots. More than 60 years ago, how many families were broken and how many people were separated from each other in the shallow Taiwan Strait? If you know the two heroes in Hongze Lake, would they like to see such a situation? No, they would not like it. Mainland Taiwan is an inseparable fellow brother. Yu Youren’s song “Looking at the mainland” generously expressed the aspiration of every Taiwan compatriots. Bury me on the high mountain and look at my mainland. No continent, only crying. Buried me on the mountain, looking at my hometown. Never forget your hometown. Day Gray, wild boundless. Above the mountain, the sorrow of the country. After Yu Yiren passed away, his bronze statue stood on the Jade Mountain, the highest peak in Taiwan. He looked dignified and looked north with his head held high. I don’t know if he saw it. The spring of the current cross-Strait relations has come! Yu Guangzhong said: the source of my blue ink is Miluo River. Yes, the source of our culture is from the same Miluo River. Have you seen the two heroes on the bank of Hongze Lake that the kinship with blood thicker than water on both sides will fill up the shallow Taiwan Strait? The car is galloping, looking back at Hongze Lake, sending a wisp of grief to the hero. May The two heroes on the bank of Hongze Lake meet each other with a smile and lose their gratitude and hatred, and bless China to realize its dream of becoming a powerful country as soon. [2] in the water of Guazhou in Jingkou, Zhong Mountain is only separated by several mountains. The car was driving on the Yangtze River Bridge. The calm river was sparkling by the bright lights on the bridge. This song of Wang Anshi, the spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me. Let my heart be filled with soft touch for a while. Crossing the bridge to the boundary of Nanjing, you can vaguely see the shadow of Zijin Mountain in the distance by the bright light of the bridge. Somehow, the closer I was to Nanjing, the heavier my mood was. I always felt that the haze of that period of history was still hanging over the Jinling City. The disastrous massacre has become history, but I can’t forget it after all. It is not that I am addicted to history, not that I can’t get out of that page of humiliation, but the teacher who never forgets the past and the future. That history has set a monument in my heart that never forgets the national humiliation! After entering the city, the car drove all the way, but my heart was ups and downs. I thought about it, from the Dongwu of the three kingdoms to the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and then to the song, Qi, Liang and Chen later. Jinling, the ancient capital of the six dynasties, was once the largest city in the world. Ten miles Qinhuai, the golden powder of six dynasties, once gathered merchants, scholars and Confucianism. The prosperity of Qinhuai River in ten li was destroyed by Japanese army during the anti-Japanese War. Although after liberation, the government rebuilt the scenery belt of Qinhuai River in ten li and restored the singing and dancing pavilions and Qinhuai painting boats in those years, but I always feel that the pitch of Qinhuai River seems to be sobbing, like complaining to tourists, which is an unbearable history. Arriving in the city and building roads everywhere make people feel more gloomy. After dinner the next day, Su Jiao International had a lecture about studying abroad. During the lecture, the host invited students to the stage and drew the orientation of China and America on white paper. Unexpectedly, the son stood up confidently and accurately drew a map of China on the white paper, including China’s territorial sea, and marked the position of America on the other side of the Pacific Ocean. I know that whenever and wherever, the territory of China will always be clearly engraved in my son’s heart. When he was familiar with graffiti, I taught him to draw a map of China and did a jigsaw puzzle of Chinese territory with him. Since he was a child, I have told him about the splendid Chinese civilization, from Fuxi to Yanhuang, then to the Emperor of Qin, Hanwu, emperor of Tang and Emperor of song, until he was a young schoolmate, guiding the country, inspiring the words, and hitting the water in, waves feizhou stop. Of today. From Guan Guan, the turtle is on the River continent. The Book of Songs has a long way to go. I will search up and down. “Lisao”; From the water of the Yellow River, you can’t see the sky, running to the sea and never returning. Li Bai, who went to Ande Guangsha for thousands of rooms, took care of the happiness of the poor scholars all over the world. Du Fu; From Mo Yixian, the young man’s head was white, empty and sad! Yue Fei, when young people are strong, then the country is strong. Liang Qichao; From Mr. Wen Yiduo’s song of seven sons, To Mr. Fang Zhimin’s lovely China, and then to Tian Han’s march of volunteers. His son pointed at the Chinese territory he drew and told all the students and teachers present loudly that Diaoyu Island belonged to China! In an instant, I was pleased for my son. His words brightened my heart. A beam of sunshine penetrated through the haze above Nanjing City and poured into my heart. If you are young, you will be strong! Don’t forget history and inherit civilization. As long as our culture is there, our country is there; As long as we have our motherland in our hearts, the dream of becoming a powerful country will not be a dream. [3] The two-day trip to Nanjing ended. My son got exercise in this activity and achieved satisfactory results. What’s more, his actions cleared away the depression in my heart on the road of coming time, and made my gloomy heart walk out of Yu Youren’s generous and sorrowful “looking at the mainland”, feeling the brisk of the boat having passed thousands of mountains. Looking back at the Purple Mountain coming from the east, the seven lines of Mao Zedong sounded heroic in my heart. The wind and rain in Zhong Shan turned pale yellow, and millions of great teachers crossed the river. Strategic Dragon jin sheng xi, earth shaking kai er kang. Should be sheng yong up qiongkou, not gu ming learn overlord. Moment of Romance day also old, right path is vicissitudes. 2013.12.2

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