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When she was eight years old, Zhang Ting moved from the countryside to a small ancient county called Wulin as her parents were transferred to work. At that time, the government dormitory compound was in an old-fashioned compound in the eastern suburbs of the city. There is a strange name in that area, called Guanyin Dun, because there is a huge and nearly 500-year-old hackberry tree in the creek not far from the gate of our courtyard. The courtyard is in a quiet deep alley, with black plum trees as high as the courtyard wall on both sides of the alley. It's summer, and there's often a thin man selling sour plum soup at the alley. His hoarse voice shouts slowly, "Sour plum soup, sour plum soup, drink sour plum soup!" One end of the load is a dishwashing bucket filled with water, and the other end is a wooden bucket filled with sour plum soup. There is a red painted disk on top, with a circle of small bowls and condiment bottles placed on it.
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