The second letter: This letter is written to the husband and children: Dear husband, please allow me to call you like this in the pen, from the acquaintance to the love, everything seems to be logical, down the boat, there is no such vigorous oath, there is no lingering wind and snow, some are supporting each other, walking side by side, and the simple days of Caimi sauce vinegar.

It was a happy time, we breathed free oxygen, bathed in the sun, watched the ebb and flow of the tide, sat and watched the dawn and the moon rise, you are living in the present, and the simple idea, satisfied with the ordinary is the real life, and I: never forgot the goal I set and the life I wanted, it is ahead!

I can't forget the hardships that life brought me, in the cold night, I had a fever of 39 °C, my mother supported me along the street and knocked on the door of the clinic, they were angry: late at night, no consultation, go away, we knocked on 3 houses all the way, all of them did not accept the consultation, at that time I was a little desperate, I sat on the cold road, my heart had begun to panic, my head was very heavy, very dizzy, I thought my life was coming to an end, I thought I would leave my mother and family immediately.

Once, my face, feet are covered with a lot of small particles, itchy unbearable, injections, drink medicine and don't care, I desperately scratched with my hands at night, the more I scratched, the more itchy I scratched, the more I scratched, my mother took liquor and rubbed it on me, relieved some, the day was just hazy, my mother picked up the sickle and walked 6 kilometers to the Baiju River to cut "wormwood leaves".

This is a recipe handed down by the older generation to cure itching!

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