People will always hear the most beautiful singing when the body and mind are at their most desperate, and the voice on the horizontal bar belongs to me, and during this time, it has nearly compiled a new life for me, which is the hometown of most people, and I have lived in the song for so long. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I was born in a fairytale house in the forest, the wooden steps are full of moss and mud, the heels of the house are full of grass and wild flowers, my house has seven windows, a partition, three chairs and a stove, the mist climbs up my house in the early morning, the smoke is quiet like a white marble pillar in the evening, the house is surrounded by towering ancient trees, in the summer I see the little banyan tree born, in the winter I see the old one fall down without moving, I see the last year born growing, I saw that the last year was decaying and dying, the squirrels were carrying the seeds up and down, the larks and Zhili were singing soft songs, the mountain spring was flowing below the house, the wheat field above the house was shaking its head, I heard the mountain spring tinkling during the day and the silence at night, I saw the breeze passing through the wheat mang, which could not blow the dandelion seeds and could not startle the dust, the blue dragonfly passed by my house, it lit water at the mountain spring, and then went to the wheat field, and stood on the leaves of the waterpetal grass, and the roots of the wheat, its long length had touched the eaves of my house, They weaved, jumped, pulled, stroked, teased, and tickled, year after year, my mother made a living by picking mushrooms, my father chased hares, my brother spearfished, my sister drew water by hand, and I was the same for one day or for all eternity.

My body moves from east to west on the cold wasteland, sheltering from the autumn wind and midsummer showers to survive, my soul lives in the forest with my parents and fellow citizens, and I can happily hear the sound of earthworms stirring the earth.

The longer I sat on this bench, the more sincere my split became, I could touch the sweat of the men and women on the playground, it was the smell of mixture, I waved my hand and it passed through my fingers, I could smell the peculiar smell of men on Minghui's body, the earth, resin, and grass juice that invaded the water, I tasted the taste of blood, it felt like my mouth was half with pig iron, half with warm grease, this was not the feeling I imagined, it was I who really vomited blood, I swallowed it back in fright, damn it, You can go back where you came from, I can't see red, and I definitely can't let Minghui see it, are you right!

Child, I must not see red.

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Nian'er; Minghui, send me back! It's a little cold.

Ming Hui; Well, I can't let you blow too much wind, the doctor said; You...

Nian'er; The doctor didn't say it, don't say it.

Ming Hui; Nian'er, let's go home once, go and see the sea, see the Quehe, and go see Shu Zhong and his little girlfriend, I don't know what kind of girl this stupid guy has found.

Nian'er; After a while, there is nothing to see now, my mother has come to take care of me, he is so shrewd that we don't need to worry about it.

Ming Hui; Then why don't we go out and have fun, go to some places with good scenery, and maybe we will be better for our condition.

Nian'er; Besides, Minghui, when my stomach doesn't hurt anymore, I'll promise you everything and send me back to the dormitory.

The illusion of space made me mistakenly rely on the singing on the horizontal bar, I thought it was a cure for me, I thought that the sound above my head was good, whether it was the speaker on the roof or the birds, whether it was the moonlight breaking the mottled shadows of the trees, by the way, and God, they all lived in the wheat field above my head, as long as I prayed, in the dark, the god of pain would ignore me.

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