Once Upon a Time in Little Taoyuan
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The sun shines into hundreds of streets and alleys in Chengdu. The sun shines warmly on you, but there is an obvious chill in the air. There had been a strong wind in the first two days, and the leaves of the paulownia trees and the berries of the French plane trees were blown all over the ground. Families were cooking lunch on the stove, and the air was mixed with the smell of firewood and cooking smoke. The light passed through the branches of the big trees and swayed dully on the road, like all those ordinary noondays that would cause nothing. However, Ancestral Street and Shaocheng Park in the south of the city were built in 1911 and renamed People's Park in 1950. However, the area is rarely lively when something is about to happen, with huge crowds of people and noisy gongs and drums. The Anti-Japanese War has broken out in full force. The Sichuan Army will respond to Liu Xiang's call on a large scale and rush to the front line regardless of the cost. The military, political and business circles in the province are here to send off soldiers from their hometown to join the war in Sichuan. Nearly 10,000 people gathered together to witness this rare scene. The activity is coming to an end, and Hanyang-made Hanyang-made: 88-type rifles are being carried in the park's dam. The square team was queuing up to leave, and an officer who didn't need a loudspeaker at all led everyone to shout a slogan: If you don't succeed, you will succeed! I have lost my land and vow not to return to Sichuan!
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