Is also so close to through the earth's
breath? Only horses help me recall what, a rural ring around the food
the those sounds. They kind I can not tell, only in the horse
breath to listen.
for me, not just a rural Mafang name.
all my memories associated with it are hidden in some people's eyes. But they, too tired to live in this place, and so could not I go back to their side of the message, with my memories, to go where life should go.
This is what I have been buried in the heart of the pain.
I consoled myself: this is grass roots in the countryside Mafang, as long as one can remember the way vegetation to that in the hearts of their loved ones still occupy some places in the country to spend their own those days, but also through the vegetation, so close to breathing through the earth. Therefore, when the back will be in time for the villagers before being vegetation warm identified.
I remember the way a lot of vegetation. In this out of Changan, the Silk Road west along that very classical way through Mao Ling, Zhao Ling and Qianling, drifted north, more classical, in the Book of Songs in the land called the Horse Bin Feng Square, I not only know the way of vegetation, but also thinking about a horse chestnut How many times have seen my eyes. Eyes that should be father. Those days, the father not only in the village planted wheat, corn, sorghum and millet crops they feed us, but also filled with a sickle cutting back the grass in the Smell, the village livestock rearing. Horse chestnut horse, every day because his father gave it grass, as close and I had separated. I also realized that his father is really like to feed me, feed the TV drama inside a happy horse.
I enjoy horses, like his father's appreciation, in many cases, have to look along the horse's mane fall, has slipped into its fur around the neck of the brightest. At that moment, I can easily think of the mouth from the mother heard the name of the fabric, like silk. The real silk, never touched by hand. So, give birth to a young boy from the heart of the urgently: Be sure to enjoy the feeling of touch of silk. My hand, the richest in the countryside the instigation of the sun and wind, suddenly stretched out to the horse's neck, a chestnut smooth, fuzzy to tell me what is it like silk in the end. So I looked up and touched the horse in the solution and the non-solution like looking back between the eyes, I tender to find that the growth in the land of the most beautiful eyes, not exclusive to humans.
horse chestnut horse's eyes, it must be God given.
staunch in these bloody horse's body, thousands of miles in which surging, while the eyes, actually stocked with so many gentle, gloomy, and goodness, calm like a native on this piece, Never hold the extra things. I can not tell why? Years later, I came to understand a fellow villagers in the countryside and on the fatigue life and death, like the horse, in its eyes, the suffering is dust, dust is happiness, as long as the power that the one offering it, and then remember to restore it the power of grass on the line. But then, I just crush a beautiful horse's eyes, the same day in later life, suddenly encountered some beautiful eyes, always thought it was a horse chestnut horse, the crowd saw me.
Mafang the back half because their relatives, half because of the horse. I understand that horse chestnut horse and then a long life, its form, should have gone in Mafang. But I would also like local, locate some of its traces. I think so, if they can keep local some traces of this horse, my horse hard to feed my father's life, it will be to keep some. If so, the details of rural life, will be my long way, from some things can not imagine where to find out, and breathing with a horse, sometimes also with my father's breathing it. These are Shuibu Lai, as long as the heart to chasing miracles, I believe, all the earth will loom.
I was out of town to keep looking through the deep groove. Yongshou county name, which is the most auspicious of the county, is where my father took his horse chestnut horse, had something to pack the place Murakami. This time, I do not want to bring anything back to the village, just want to take away from what the village. I've heard people say, horse chestnut horse died in the village is off the TV drama of the first snow. It was so strong back, a complete reading it gave birth to a horse chestnut, horse chestnut and the process of giving birth, only out of the Maquan, graceful posture and fell in the snow. Murakami has not eager to bury it, but no one would dare take off its skin, in the years of special distress, eating a little horse. All the way out but to stop the hands, all ages, Murakami treat the elderly as the most prestigious, keep the horse's body around, watching the snow covered it up a felled.
the village people say, that God buried it snow.
I believe that this beautiful process, but remember it all the time, do not want to go beyond an ordinary horse.
Mafang groove on until the turn, all the way to toss the memory in my heart, wonderful feeling in the body, with some breathing horse. Is faint, like all the grass seed from the heart, give me information to pass here. I walked off, I want to blow Funo wild, abandoned the vehicle and walked back to the village have also decided to make steps to tread in the countryside on a secure, so that all of the soil atmosphere, and thus through the sole, through the soles of the feet, straight drill into my heart. I can be excited, but not insolent, because these years, I know my father here, and horse chestnut horse scenery, too few opportunities for face to face. I do not know in the country, the body of the wild scenery, but also to retain the number, but do not know the horse chestnut horse, will most sophisticated agricultural labor, the most simple, the most amazing voice, to save its breath.
My heart started beating effectively. I think I Mafang around, specifically around the vegetation on this stretch of countryside, food, horse chestnut horse, as well as father's relatives, the heart is to make discrete a long time, solemnly beating back.
through a Dobashi, I see afar off a horse, in a familiar land, raised his head.
I do not know that it is so bent to rise, is it because from me, smell what the smell.
but I guess it must be descendants of the horse chestnut horse, it can be more beautiful with a pair of genetic eye, quickly put my link with this piece of countryside. It certainly will. It is going to Heaven and shouts and the sound later, I caught the heart.
2, I was birds wake
Without these birds wool flowers along a tree, it is good to dropped onto the snow white window paper on
I will not wake will not be out of the mountains before the sun, not to Heaven
one of home, carefully on the pillow That's good, there are birds misses
< br> also know that in mind, how to measure and the distance from home.
I was woken by birds. An open eyes, see more birds, leaves were thick in the morning from the screen down, a large area on my face and hearts. Really want to reach out and grab a handful, into the eyes discern carefully: this is what kind of birds?
Yesterday, I opened my home for several years, the doors locked, and sister came from the neighboring village, tidy up the I, house parents live. In the sister reached out to open the door, I had the keys, said: This is the highest number of parents into the life out of the door, it was kept too long, let me open the door for them. In fact, I would like the brass lock on the child, the parents work out some of the first breath of life for a long time in Chang'an, some things in life are needed moisture. I have also seen, in this uninhabited yard, all in the silence of the sun, have sent a touch of vintage old color, including the father of Shou Zhi Huai soil, nor did he was still alive when the green bark. Looks around, really is the lock, so a style yellow lit in the yard of copper, and some of anger flashed in front of us, let us entered, too sad.
opened the brass locks are brighter, the sun is to shine the brighter. If possible, parents should also be brighter place with soul came.
because any time, this is their side of the house
sister clean up the debris on the kang, and saying some of the family past. I carefully wiped on the case on several jar, until the bright sparks to year. Sister wrote: you only a few days, the surface of the jar do not have to pack Sheng. When a parent has to, to put in the hands of farm work, went to their graves sister cried few times, parents do not know if I miss the way, is like the old thing they used, and found some traces of life, more I do not understand take a few pieces of old material, like their parents to the side. I respect my sister, perhaps, more real memory of some of her more recent example from the needs of parents.
night, my parents slept lying on the kang, a trance that lay their arms. This is not the feeling of many years, always thought that in this life and the home of desalinated. In fact all, are not to flee, are in my body stubbornly hidden, all waiting for the rain to irrigate the same thing. In this way, I can put the fatigue life and death, beginning from himself, the home belongs to that part of the depression from Chang'an spun off. Night outside the house is vast, and lights in the house is sorrowful. At the moment, a village of people, are simply relying on sleep breathing and restore the body's strength, happiness and misfortune, in the dark land, has become so simple.
can not help but think I was the only one not read, will not dare to put the heart on the night of the arms.
a lot of birds inhabit the yard, will be called up before dawn. But all these years, I love to listen to the birds singing around to find, early in the voices grew up, I really hope they are now called it. I know, this is a village of birds, is their land with more trees, grass, crops and other green in return. Of birds in my yard, should be more than than other people, because my father planted the trees here. Heart want to hear birds, I felt surprisingly quiet night home, quiet to all things breathing weak. But the night of the wings, still in the air Gudang with, put a lot during the day can not hear the same things invisible gossamer, to the inside of my illusion. I think that the universe's most secretive voice of God to teach all things, how on earth with good growth. Everything can be no desire in the night stand, one after the sudden interest in sound began to accept what is pious, these natural chain of life, where it still maintains the integrity and dignity. I also like to know home at this time, I will not put it as a tree, a grass and tree crops, continue to spread its love? In fact, lying in the home atmosphere was filled with parents, and I will always be a part of it fell from him. Remember the village said the father of water life, all the vegetation fell on his hand, not only will not die, will live well. I believe this be true, accompanied by their life and vegetation, and many natural Story, and only they can hear. Indeed, the father in caring for the crops, the vegetation on the most care was. Any village can grow trees in my yard have. Farmers generally do not say useful trees, those in the famine years seems to have the luxury of wool in the trees, toon tree, pomegranate tree, is used to seeing my childhood landscape. Tonight, his father's shadow, it is possible to walk down from the tree in a dream to touch, he planted another tree under.
breath lying down close to their parents, I can not think of sleep will be so cheerful.
brought me back the spirit of the village level, from the parents of the simple life, the thought than the rural major problems. As a kid, in the village suffered much aggrieved, as long as back home, can be resolved one by one. I can not say what I will encounter difficulties, I believe that there is too simple in this country, is the talisman of my life. I want to say, think about the countryside, think about agriculture, think about farmers, we feel exhausted in the city, will this get better. Then suddenly
was birds wake up, and my heart seemed to have some empty down, but did not blame the birds meant. See the dawn, saw smoke, in short, very touching to see a shred of life picture, I can only pray: Let me wake up, can not always put on the dream home.
I listen to real, this is the gods of the bird chorus. Them separately, each is only very general, are more juke Sanza, Enclosed low-flying birds, who are some of cropland in the weather, the eyes are some of cropland in the eyes, mouth These crops are the voice of the earth. But they appeared in the countryside on the collective, and to be here forever there,UGG boots cheap, the birds can not do to imagine they are gods. They are so focused on more gratitude in my yard is called, this call, the number of their parents must exhort incidentally.
handsome wool looked up and saw that the tree was a tree, there is a fly at me like thrush.
barrier birds I do not know my feelings, how to accurately tell it.
It does not matter. Just remember with gratitude: the first morning back mafang was woken by birds, you know the distance between me and home, in the long term discretization, the birds once again been stitched.
3, a village of simple
I have no reason not to recognize this return simplicity of the village, not much between the time
torture in the sun here and soil. All unflinchingly bury me over
go, if we really want tree crops, many things will re-handed hand.
I said I Ma Fang, touched the horses neck really like touching a piece of satin.
tools in the eye. Who discovered it?
reach rural life of these languages, I like the eyes. I thus suspect that, in Mafang life so many years, the life period of the most bitter days buried in the crops do not remember the lost ground, hard it is too hard,Bailey UGG boots, music is also fun too, like all memorable, but To describe it, how come there is no such finding it.
I do not know who to ask. Since then, I remember:
tools a person can know how to borrow the eyes, it may help him from the village to see the details.
let me borrow the plow, tilling the land that the most profound tools of the eyes, and re-read a back mafang to see it where I can do to regain the kind of the local moving. This plow is peaceful scenery in the country's agricultural implements, in the Han Dynasty stone is very common, Planting season, it is always in the shuttle in the heart of the land, the land moist atmosphere, it pointed iron spade, walk in the soil has become the most clear mirror, reflecting the plow are full of feeling, but also reflects A season of light. Slack season, it is high in the eaves, the pure wood color, the color of pure iron in the sun and the shadows, full of the details of Agriculture.
Yes, I want to borrow, that is, seen through the eyes of the soil of the plow.
one morning, I walked in the countryside there. Folks are familiar with the sun fell off the clothes, friendly and warm. Without looking ahead, the human figure to the ground in front of crops, such as paper cutting, like shaking. At this time, if I drive really a wooden plow, and I know best where to insert the Plowshare, I will learn to plow the way, every corner of the land to plow. Simple soil, seeds of simplicity, a village of simple, plow with the warmth of wood and sharp iron, enjoy every day from sunrise to sunset.
countryside simple, like plow who infiltrated the wood where the sweat and blood, it was infiltrated inside a simple matter.
One year, my relatives are listed in the township because of origin through the streets, swim in our village street, had to noon. So the next day, Duan Leyi bowl hot surface, and sent off one of his empty yard. He is very tired, wooden plaque on the neck are not removed, against the corner Sishuifeishui, and the only winter sun, the trace of warmth on his body carefully. Shake by his mother, he did not complain about the surface of what took Dousuo the bowl, eating the inner bow is wronged. If the mother was not much, but time and time again that his hand touched the wire wooden sign and hung wooden sign. Those days, the mother stopped the hands of a living to talking about the wooden sign that there are multiple, and that a number of fine wire, regret not sending a bowl of rice to go. Because in the afternoon through the streets, some people can not stand the torture and starvation due to die on the road. Young mother's heart I know feel good, but not understand, it is an era of collective pain, live a farming village by a woman weaving, but also to bear with a broken heart.
this instinct under way too honest and too simple a?
but not how honest can not simple.
Ask vegetation: their resistance to the turmoil in the land?
my memory, the maroon horse horse, is the father of the reincarnation of past life, I worship it, like the worship of a village. A countryside boy, I have too much time, where torture sunlight and soil, there are too many wild, where torture of crops and livestock. That kid's crude, has long been a country with a simple pardon, I still need to admit that I had ruined crops, cattle and sheep I whipped, I had to kill birds, but never smoked a whip this horse Zaohong Ma. With all the horse people do not love, I love horses very powerful neck. In my experience, the father's neck and the horse's neck, is the most powerful body parts. Father to lug a heavy burden of crops or firewood, a few miles away on the shoulders, neck is still quite expensive for. Or even because of his old garden is home to people forcibly, and even take a leave of old animals are circle into the lane, and blocking the waterway when the number of family members, my father fought against. A group of honest life, the fate of the farmers, and held it in another group of farmers in the hands of arrogant hun shi, the result can only be manufactured ignorance. Father fighting in the village, in the face of people who back the gun he nor did the low too far. Those nights, I lie down and touched the father's neck, it is a rough land surpass. I thought him amazing strength to hide in the rough, the horse's neck will this thinking. Who knows, after
touched, but also how different, really feeling like a piece of satin.
I said, my father had been the struggle of people Murakami. Because of this, I had all the time in nostalgia here, can not help but get rid of the hate there is a ray views. But I grew up, my father did not tell him the wrong one, much less asked me to write, what words to use. Really, he never hate this village, he still kind of crops here. Later years, he put a village road, care must shady trees, birds one. This simple, I also understand that paying a high price than the humiliation, but his father's life, and never pay a humiliation.
things simple is a village, a village of simple, is this village village atmosphere.
aware of this, I will have no reason, no return recognize this simple village. Despite everything unflinchingly, bury me in the land of the past, so many details in life, become all of a sudden no details. But I believe that the noble earth is that as long as I am interested, will pass the updated details of the many valuable things handed back hand.
this be a reflection of the simple?
a morning sun touched, I think back, life and death situation to leave the village.
parents are advised to go on. While I'm gone, the land can support his father, the mother is the body of the disease for many years. The eyes of the villagers, who I like to pursue,UGG bailey button, in fact, all my struggles, at the time was an escape. To escape poverty, to escape ignorance, to avoid humiliation, not even love to evade. Can be said that I was in a village of simple, with the power of them to flee.
this scenario, not only by hatred of the villagers do not remember to remember, but also hate the sun do not remember to remember. I remember plowing this peaceful scenery.
it deeper than a man with eyes, witnessed all that I have described.
a sound whip, I saw in the field not far from the side, a sturdy man, is to plow tillage with wheat stubble. I am not being tempted by Hong fishy soil is plowed his hand, to attract my past. At this moment, standing on the land of their parents, I do not think too much, just want to plow walk. So that they can come out from the soil to see, I am their son.
my skin, it should be covered with simplicity.
4, I wrote the fact that alfalfa alfalfa
spend more than one, in this piece of countryside on for women are in full bloom.
like me have to leave my roots, just pinch fresh life to take part to the city
, from a few slices of green through the leaves will be able to recognize a grassroots countryside, it has
more moving.
peaceful rural scenery to say, alfalfa should be considered one.
I wrote home, that is, who started from the alfalfa. The outer surface of a three-year study, think and teach Yongshou back, it seems, those who have been tortured in the grass roots of my heart, life is completely cut right out. Home for me, naturally all the hidden secrets of life, must be the warmest place in my heart, with a lifetime to interpret.
this process, destined to the road.
on the road, I found that alfalfa, spring wheat or rape more than caught in the middle of summer, many caught in the middle of corn or millet, buckwheat or fall more beans caught in the middle. The surrounding scenery with the seasons, has been changing the appearance, only alfalfa themselves, a few years are on the same piece of land, a jealously guarding their own way, looked happy, too sad. At that time, I teach in the county, always felt that the land on the side, alfalfa on the side, their loved ones also in the side, ready to think of anything, and went to see it wants, thoughts and sad little life. Unlike now,bailey UGG boots, a guest in Chang'an, the people and things from the past should be, is like heaven and earth, Akira if upside down. For and their own youth, alfalfa inextricably to care, and only in the memory Xianglian the.
I wrote alfalfa, is refreshing in the county end of autumn, in the remaining alfalfa resorted to force, the growth of the last year, when the lobes, Xinyu think there are many, many years down the reservoir, is looking for opportunity to talk to the purple alfalfa flowers. I think that rural life straightforward and subtle, warm and Kuse, eternal and die in an alfalfa field in the visible. Plants such software, so crushing the mosaic, make the soil in the year, broke out several times the reproductive power of the spirit of the poor and rich country, over and over due to the growth of alfalfa, and appears to reach out to touch. Kid, a village next to alfalfa is most of our lives. You can not imagine, villages have so much time and scenery, along with our growth. Most popular alfalfa growing season, starting from the day's late afternoon, we had exiled himself to the alfalfa field where the insects in the sound over and over, chasing a few grazing lambs, like chasing clouds on the countryside, any by the green and purple clover, as homespun as mothers starched, starched our whole body into the color of alfalfa. Until the land of mist rose, we straightforward from alfalfa, warm and eternal, the exit over the body grassy body.
the way home, we struggled trying to the eyes, on alfalfa flower. I know, this is where the bees favorite wing break, but also the daughters of the village, to gather herbs left hand when the fragrance of the most vulnerable areas.
I also found that in those years, Murakami crowd wearing a blue floral homespun clothes of the woman, walking in the alfalfa field where the best looking. Judgments with aesthetic vision, it should be the country's fashion shows, T-Taiwan is a soft, alfalfa, the model is the village woman who is their personal fashion's homespun clothes. These may seem today, much like the common man and nature in a complete fashion show, in fact, life was simple, we in which to enjoy a very calm, not too much excitement. Because in the countryside, all the benefits are no more than food. Each grain crops in rural areas, are like our ancestors, is the clear tablets. Of course, alfalfa in here, is a kind of grass, but also a food.
its dual identity, from the heart, folks, get one point more than respect.
my father said that animals on alfalfa is good food, busy to eat alfalfa, livestock must have the strength, the slack to eat alfalfa, livestock will certainly exceed fat. Alfalfa fed out of the animals, coat color must be smooth and glossy, and feels absolutely satin feel. In the summer, he wanted to wait until the convergence of a lot of sun light, softened some time, go cut a load of alfalfa leaves Danian not come back, so that animals eat their way to one of the fresh and fragrant. His experience is fresh alfalfa under the guillotine, the sound is clear and sharp, guillotine knife blade on the end of alfalfa, but also the existence of a sparkling fragrance. Was fond of horse chestnut horse, spring, summer or winter, there are fresh or dried alfalfa alfalfa flavor of different from the first upload it from the slot. Indeed, in the days when his father raised cattle, the horse chestnut horse from alfalfa recently, dip it in the light, I also recently from alfalfa. See his father cut alfalfa, alfalfa guillotine to see his father, watching his father stumbling alfalfa, look at the chestnut horse eat alfalfa, almost my memory all the details of village life. So I wrote those poems in alfalfa, are inseparable from the presence of horse or lamb, their country of importance, is who can not be replaced. I will not ignore them, because the alfalfa nourishment, they are the best effort to put God with us, working with the process of grain harvest.
This is the father of alfalfa, alfalfa is also a horse. The mother of alfalfa, the people from the recent.
not have too much in her imagination, the alfalfa flower is that it is the daughter of flowers. She had cut it with scissors, with embroidery embroidery over it, paste it in my windows, window grilles that can attract butterflies, and wearing on me, but it is looking to attract a village flower folder folder. Initially, I was from the mother craft, the recognized alfalfa spent on this piece of countryside, only women were in full bloom, as their emotions, for the birth of their marriage. Alfalfa through a few pieces from the leaves of green, I can recognize a grass-roots countryside, it is more moving. I have been in the Psalms called alfalfa flowers, with a woman here who have to face the sky, with the bloom, this piece is lit with purple guarded countryside.
in her mother's spirit, the alfalfa has been considered the holy grass.
she was alive, my family's food store, the total accumulated with several bags of dried alfalfa. This is her annual summer to eat the food the rest of the alfalfa, dried in the sun, crumple, and then installed in order to prepare for spring famine. She knew that in time of food shortages, an alfalfa instead of grain can save the next life. Shimoda work with her every time I remember, just passing through alfalfa, she would look much slower to catch on, and even put his hand on alfalfa, the touch for a while. In retrospect, the mother of these actions is a thankful person, on the crops of an instinctive reaction, in fact, not much emotional color. However, mainly as she put it out in the sun, I remember now, my heart still can not calm.
who knew the mother of alfalfa, there are some sad it? I am grateful to the alfalfa
repeatedly recite poetry in a county where it is, but also in time in the country, to get a clover, is not easy. Simple village, or rural poverty, a species of alfalfa, in order to solve the animal hunger. Agriculture in the sacred earth, people are not only in the simplicity of the era, is livestock agriculture, a direct manpower than the gods. To protect it, people only in poor vegetation, select a give alfalfa.
I do not know now, alfalfa in feeding livestock, but also as important as the year? However, the figure of alfalfa, has long escaped the eyes of animals, food market on the shuttle in Chang. I wrote in this place to see alfalfa, feelings still very complicated. Do not want to father, not mother, do not want to horse chestnut horse, think about the piece is the growth of its land, some were sad to splurge.
I put down some trivial day to return to the countryside.
alfalfa flowers that I've written, but also on the back to the countryside.
I know, a flower arrangement in the middle of the alfalfa crop, in the countryside on a big promise is to identify a village, we must remember the direction of the wearer.
for Ma Fang, this alfalfa, is the growth of peaceful scenery.
5, Phoenix
I saw the earth, if they feel some fear, it should be the mountain
along with the eyes of parents, the farming inside the solemn early taught to me. Time
I do not have the land, and seen so many harvest the fruit, there are horses pack
to a village happy life.
as long as I looked up, Wufengshan to the eyes.
on the mountain, I want to pilgrims mind to write it. Although it is a mountain of soil, hillside villages, livestock, Google Wo everywhere are that breath of worldly life, along the hilly and plateau phase of the mountain at the end, has been rising to the top of the hill. But if you move a little bit of sight, take a look at the Qianling southwest, then by virtue of geography, think about it behind the Zhao Mausoleum, a feeling of being hugged Empire weather will crest in the heart.
This is my understanding of this mountain was.
year in Ma Fang, folks look at how the mountain, I will look at how. They said that this mountain is composed of five peaks, I see your five fingers hand, and then the number of a mountain to a mountain. They said that over five phoenix flying out of here, I had to imagine what the Phoenix is a bird. In short, Wufengshan, five Fengshan, all my calls over the name.
have Wufengshan of karma, I know I was young, like to watch a child of the mountains. Sitting on the ridge home, I will forget all the hands, such as collecting firewood, digging drugs, pick grass to stay alive, eyes wide from the back of some people on the move, just like in the village court repeatedly to watch an old movie, In Wufengshan large screen, I am interested in finding a familiar picture of each. Honestly, I do not know how far away I sit, just to see how people are walking Wufengshan. I can not see, only to see the villages and trees into a film, and even a roof where the smoke rose up, and can see all, but an animal running the way, that is, see. I Sidongfeidong to think that people in this world is born of all things hidden. During the day, the crops that hid us from the earth, night, lights hid us in the room. Only you know, a moment in which one corner of the earth, struggling for life.
I dare not say whether it has been filled in the heart of the mountain, but her parents, they floated in a more natural cloud, or a burst of fine rain, with the heavens, but not with closing of the related. That time, Wufengshan stand in our lives, is it that a bunch of clouds with the brightness and movement of a country the weather forecast. Especially in the close season species, a village morning and go out the door at night, should carefully look at the Wufengshan, facing its color to determine the weather in order to arrange to stay alive. The village said: Wufengshan early Xia, keep house all day. The village said: Wufengshan bad cop, wind and rain far. People in the village said: Wufengshan hats, farmers sleep. I'm young, not only as these Nongyan remember when the songs, but also the old Wufengshan and say these words to people, to the mystery of thought. That Wufengshan in their hearts, something magical things installed, would the sky at any time on the wind, rain, the sun such an important thing to notice people down.
Wufengshan folk version of these on the majority of the village called delegated Want the sheep population. One winter, I replaced his father, and his air-raid shelter in the ditch west of the village let the sheep a month. Down the snow around, walking around the sheep, the sheep gully in his years, from time to time to eat a pot pipe down.
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