In the 1990s, the place where I started working was a provincial-level poverty-stricken township with three interconnected reservoirs. Township cadres describe it as the hometown of the "Three Sons", that is, the "deaf" who have no access to telephones, the "blind" who have no access to electricity, and the "lame" who have no access to roads. Many years after I left, the simple and strong nostalgia there, the honest and honest folk customs, the difficult living conditions, and a group of tireless township and village grassroots cadres often linger in my heart and I can't forget it. When I have some free time, I take notes.
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