Lychees Are Still Red Every Year
by Xiao Fuxing
About This Novel
There are flowers in spring, moon in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. If there is nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world. "Lychees Still Red Every Year" is a heart-warming book written by Xiao Fuxing, winner of the "China Good Book" award, for everyone. It selects 56 classic works, covering six major themes: family, friendship, love, food, travel, and philosophy. It expresses feelings about old friends and relatives, describes the fireworks in the world, and writes the wisdom of life. Sincere and heart-warming, sober and transparent, it can cure your confusion, anxiety and uneasiness. Famous works such as "Lacey Dumplings" and "The Green Creeper" have been selected as Chinese textbooks for universities, middle schools and primary schools. The language is beautiful and touching. Excellent works such as "You Should Go to Far Places When You Are Young" and "Safe News and Reunions of Old Friends" have been widely disseminated on online platforms and warmed thousands of readers. During the three meals and the four seasons, I hope you can sit in the present moment and not be impetuous. When life is ups and downs, I hope you can overcome your sorrows and joys without fear or worry. Even in ordinary and trivial days, you can live your own elegance.
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There is true knowledge among the small pieces
I remember my mother with lychees. If there is a lamp, there is a mother. If there is a mother, there is a home. Based on various memories from my youth and youth, I wrote poems about life, allowing room for reflection. At the end, it returns to memory. Sometimes forgetting is also life. After all, time can erase everything.
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Official(1)Scraped 15d ago
There is true knowledge among the small pieces
I remember my mother with lychees. If there is a lamp, there is a mother. If there is a mother, there is a home. Based on various memories from my youth and youth, I wrote poems about life, allowing room for reflection. At the end, it returns to memory. Sometimes forgetting is also life. After all, time can erase everything.
