"On the pillow when the rooster crows, the night air comes back, because I think about the prosperity and splendor for the rest of my life, and it is all in vain. For fifty years, it has always been a dream. Today, when the millet is ripe and the yellow rice is ripe, and the car travels in the ant nest, how should I endure it? Thinking about the past, the memory is a book Then, hold it before the Buddha and repent one by one. "The world has undergone tremendous changes, and the years have passed by ruthlessly. It just so happens that I have nothing to write with at this time. It is also a good thing to use the little time left to wrap things up and write down memories.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
