Farewell, Jiabiangou
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On August 28, 1958, it rained continuously all night. At around 8 a. M., The police officers who escorted me came to my home and urged me to go to the train station. Wang Jing was in confinement, not yet full moon. My old mother-in-law hurriedly packed my luggage. As soon as I stepped out of the door, "Wow-", there was a cry of children. I looked back and saw my third son Yang Shu, who had just turned two years old, running over with muddy water all over the yard. He held my hand tightly and cried, "Dad, I want to go too!" I said, "Dad has something to do and I can't take you there!" He cried and shouted and wouldn't let me go. I picked up the child and kissed him, tears falling on the child's little face. He cried and shouted: "Daddy and I are going to the street."
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Official(1)Scraped 12d ago
x's writing is very good. Life is like this. There are troughs, and there will be times when you get out of the trough.
When you get out of the trough, don't forget to support your loved ones and thank those who helped you during the trough.
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Official(1)Scraped 12d ago
x's writing is very good. Life is like this. There are troughs, and there will be times when you get out of the trough.
When you get out of the trough, don't forget to support your loved ones and thank those who helped you during the trough.
