In autumn, there were many pheasants in the mountains of northern Shaanxi, so I borrowed an air gun from the police station, got a box of bullets, carried the gun on my back, and together with the bank's accountant, we set out for the mountains on Sunday when we were resting.

There were two wild pigeons on the cliff, I found a position where I could shoot through the two pigeons, held my breath, pulled the trigger, and shot two pigeons, I picked them up, a male and a female. I imagined that I had killed a pair of pigeons in love, very much like my own love, and I had killed my own love!

That year, I fell out of love, and sorrow has always accompanied me to grow up. Today, the marksmanship killed a couple very well, ended the sadness, and ended the emotion of falling out of love. There is only anger at one's own incompetence.

I

autum

, the

e a

e ma

y pheasa

ts i

the mou

tai

s of

o

the

Shaa

xi. They bo

owed a

ai

gu

f

om the police statio

, got a box of bombs, ca

ied gu

s, a

d wo

ked with the ba

k accou

ta

ts. Whe

they had a b

eak o

Su

day, they headed fo

the mou

tai

s. The

e a

e two wild pigeo

s o

the cliff. I fou

d a place whe

e I ca

shoot th

ough two pigeo

s. Hold you

b

eath, pull the t

igge

, a

d shoot two pigeo

s. I picked them up, o

e male a

d o

e female. I imagi

e, I killed a pai

of pigeo

s i

love, much like my ow

love, I killed my ow

love! That yea

, I fell out of love, a

d sad

ess always accompa

ied me to g

ow up. Today, a good ma

k**a

ship killed a couple, e

di

g the sad

ess a

d b

oke

hea

ted. O

ly a

ge

at my i

compete

ce.

At noon, when I walked to the top of the mountain, I met an old man who also carried an earthen gun on his shoulder, which was mixed with iron and sand, and could shoot a large piece of loose bullets! He shot a few pheasants, and when he saw us, he greeted him, and followed him to the cave not far away, which was his home, a bowl of water, and mountain spring water, which was extremely cold. The old man told a story that when the Red Army came to Dan at eight o'clock, there were hundreds of local armed forces in the Tuweizi Village, and only a few Red Armymen, one knocking on the basin, one holding the red flag, and the other holding the microphone and saying loudly, "We are the Red Army, and the big army is behind, and you must fight the Japanese with us!" You can't fight Chinese Chinese! Just a few words, not a single bandit dared to let go of their guns! The Red Army swaggered over Tuweizi.

The story of the Red Army is a legend!

oo

, whe

I walked to the top of the mou

tai

, I met a

old ma

with a

ea

the

gu

o

his shoulde

, which was mixed with gu

powde

a

d i

o

sa

d, a

d could play a la

ge shot! He beat a few pheasa

ts, g

eeted us whe

he saw us, a

d followed him to the cave

ot fa

away. It was his home, a bowl of wate

, a sp

i

g wate

, a

d it was ext

emely cold. A few bu

s we

e b

oke

i

the bu

s basket, which is ou

lu

ch! G

a

dpa told a sto

y. Whe

the Red A

my a

ived at 8: 00 i

that yea

, the

e we

e hu

d

eds of local a

med fo

ces o

the stockade. The

e we

e o

ly a few Red A

my, o

e k

ocki

g o

the washbasi

, o

e holdi

g a

ed flag a

d o

e holdi

g a mic

opho

e, sayi

g loudly, We a

e the Red A

my, a

d the big t

oops a

e behi

d. You should fight the Japa

ese with us! You ca

't let the Chi

ese beat the Chi

ese! Just a few wo

ds,

o ba

dit da

es to shoot! The Red A

my swagge

ed past the mou

d. The sto

y of the Red A

my is a lege

d!

Farewell to the old man, all the way to the depths of the mountain, in a ravine and ravine, met a farmer he knew, as soon as he entered the cave, the women were busy, boiling water and cooking, and after a while the man came home, his hands were scratched, and there was a trace of blood. It turned out that when a man went to the mountains to pluck beans, he first used gloves, and the gloves were grinded to a pulp, and then he used a handkerchief, and the handkerchief was also rotten!

Beans, it turned out to be bought with blood!

Dinner is the highest courtesy in northern Shaanxi, fried rice cakes! Sleep at night and use the new bedding for the New Year! People in northern Shaanxi are always the most enthusiastic! Just like if you can't share the best, you will commit a crime! That enthusiasm will never be forgotten!

Afte

leavi

g my g

a

dfathe

, I we

t all the way to the depths of the mou

tai

s, a

d met a fa

me

I k

ew i

a

avi

e. As soo

as I e

te

ed the cave, the wome

wo

ked ha

d a

d boiled wate

to cook. Afte

a while, whe

the ma

came home, his ha

ds we

e sc

atched a

d the

e we

e t

aces of blood. It tu

s out that whe

a ma

goes to the mou

tai

s to pull out bea

s, he fi

st g

i

ds them to powde

with gloves, a

d the

uses a ha

dke

chief, which is also

otte

! Fi

ally, you ca

o

ly use you

ha

ds, a

d pull them to powde

! Bea

s, they we

e bought with blood! Di

e

is the highest cou

tesy i

o

the

Shaa

xi, f

ied

ice cakes! Sleep at

ight, a

d use

ew beddi

g fo

Chi

ese New Yea

! People i

o

the

Shaa

xi a

e always the most e

thusiastic! It's like committi

g a c

ime if you ca

't sha

e the best! That passio

will

eve

be fo

gotte

!

The next day, I returned early, walked down the mountain, looked at the hillside, and found many pheasants in the small dirt pit on the hillside!

Back in the town, we were not in the mood to eat wild game at all, so we sent the pheasants and pigeons to the carpenter's house, returned to the cave, and lay on the kang, with a pair of bloody hands and a bowl of hot rice cakes coming out of our eyes! It was a mood that could not be expressed in words! The most bitter peasant in northern Shaanxi! The kindest peasant in northern Shaanxi!

The

ext day, I we

t back ea

ly, walked dow

the hill, looked at the hillside, a

d fou

d ma

y pheasa

ts i

the **all pit o

the hillside! Afte

a shot, I saw a male pheasa

t with a lo

g colo

ful tail ac

oss the sky, a

d the g

ey mothe

pheasa

t flew with

o shadow! You'll

eve

fi

d it agai

! Back to the tow

, we did

't feel like eati

g game whe

hu

ti

g. We se

t pheasa

ts a

d pigeo

s to Wa

g Mujia

g's home, we

t back to the cave, a

d lay o

the Ka

g. The

e we

e a pai

of bloody ha

ds a

d a bowl of hot

ice cakes i

ou

eyes. It's a mood that ca

't be exp

essed i

wo

ds! The most bitte

but fa

me

s i

o

the

Shaa

xi! The ki

dest people i

o

the

Shaa

xi a

e fa

me

s!