In the countryside far away from the hustle and bustle, an old mud house stands quietly, carrying the memories and time of several generations. There is the smell of earth, the fragrance of vegetation, as well as the fireworks and joys and sorrows of ordinary people. The years have left mottled traces on the earthen walls, and also quietly sealed up the warm and simple stories.
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A very true and touching little story, the delicate writing style is like a small bridge and flowing water, and it is eloquently told. I recommend reading it.
When I saw my grandmother's death, I felt a little sour. I won't go into details about the specific plot. I won't reveal the content of the work. The content of the work is quite good. I support you fellow Henan fellow! !
A very true and touching little story, the delicate writing style is like a small bridge and flowing water, and it is eloquently told. I recommend reading it.