Emperor Hao's Edict
by Yang Weidong
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As soon as the sonorous singing voice flew out from the trumpet on the big locust tree and resounded over the eastern slope of Manling, Wang came to the courtyard of the temple. He had dressed himself up attentively, wearing a blue Mao suit commonly worn by city dwellers. The folded lines were straight and clear, his face was washed thoroughly, and even his hair was wet. Compared with Xian Changtu's appearance, he seems to be a completely different person. Today is the Qingming Festival, and more importantly, today is the day of the ceremony to demolish the temple in Getuo Village. As in previous years, when this solar term comes, the peach blossoms on the mountain are in full bloom, and the apricot blossoms in the village are also in full bloom, giving the whole village a mellow fragrance. But for Wang, this year's Qingming Festival came too quickly, and time seemed to rush past his body, and he fell into the morning light of this day with a bang. Obviously, the temple demolition movement has attracted more attention, and many people have gathered in Pingzi.
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