Wen Jingchu lined up the yellowed letters and said softly: "Grandma, he has never failed you. We have heard your stories."
At this time, a gentle warm wind blew by, and the pear petals fluttered and fell, as if a hundred years had passed, bringing a response from an old friend. The clear light of the bright moon fills the cemetery, and also illuminates the way home - this way home is the destination of stories, the destination of emotions, and the cultural roots of a nation that cannot be severed.
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This is the first time I write this kind of dual-line plot between ancient and modern times. Please take care of me.
This is the first time I write this kind of dual-line plot between ancient and modern times. Please take care of me.