This story is probably true, because it was told to me by a very serious senior. When the senior told it, although there were a few people around, most of them were absent-minded, and I was the only one who remembered this story. At that time, the senior saw the situation in his eyes and handed me a note, and he naturally understood what it meant.

So, according to the senior's notes, I wrote this text, hoping that it would be known to more people, at least, and that I would remember it for a longer time.

Before jumping to the chase, it is necessary to understand the background, environment and protagonist of this story, because only in this way can it be possible to empathize. Of course, even if you can't feel it, it must be a contemptible writing problem.

This story takes place in a small town in the 21st century, yes, it is very close to us, even in front of our eyes. In China in the 21st century, some seem to be just beautiful, as if everyone has no troubles and lives happily. In the 21st century, China's small cities seem to be quiet, peaceful, and tranquil, and the students in the small towns seem to be carefree, lively and cheerful, as if there is nothing worth "empathizing".

But in 21st-century China, there's a small city called Zhuxi, and it's not as one might think, even if it appears to be true. In this small town, there is such a student, Lin Wen, and he is not like the media reports from seven to half past seven every day or other times - and it seems to be the same. Zhuxi, Lin Wen, the former is ordinary and little known, and the latter is an ordinary name. Therefore, there are probably many people in the world, all of whom are like this Lin Wen, but they don't know it.

There should be more than one small city called Zhuxi; There are more than 10,000 people named Lin Wen. According to the senior, this Zhuxi is in the south-central part of China, and the specific provinces are unknown; This Lin Wen, the year of birth and death is unknown, only that he is a post-00s, born about 2001, and even now I don't know if he is dead or alive. He seems to have left only a few articles and a few poems in this world. One of them, in the vernacular, is also the most difficult to understand; If you don't know the specific deeds, I'm afraid no one knows what it means:

The book store is far away from the countryside, and it is strong to send it to the high hall.

Walk around the beautiful trees, and lean on the dangerous wall alone.

Sincerely feel that it is easy to govern the government, and pretend to be busy cutting wheat.

The voice has not been heard for a long time, and he is no longer a young man.

So, what happened to this young man, and why these things are called "posthumous things", after reading the text, you should be able to understand; It's just ——。

Zhuxi, where is it?