Twenty-fifth Filial Piety Picture
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A pair of cyan trouser legs were swaying in the wind in front of Zhao Changjiang. The trousers had been worn for many years, and the yarn seams where the stress was most severe had been worn to the point of longitude and latitude. It was not that the trouser legs were made too big, but that his father's legs and feet were obviously much thinner, and the fat and muscle that should have been absorbed by age had been sucked away. Therefore, the legs and feet were like dead branches, making the trouser legs look redundant. His father sat on a bamboo sedan made by Zhao Changjiang and his brother and was lifted up step by step. With every step he took, a cool breeze shook and stroked Zhao Changjiang's sweat beads, and the wooden chair sandwiched between the bamboo sedans rubbed against the bamboo poles, making a strange, incompatible squawk. The strange squeak was like the struggle of a duck stuck in its throat. Although this sound is not pleasant, it can make my father rise step by step.
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