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The wind in northern Jiangsu turns the wheat in the suburbs yellow year after year, and Li Jibei likes Wei Miaomiao year after year.
He remembered the way she squatted on the field ridge to weave grasshoppers from wheat stalks, and the sweat on her forehead when she helped the family work. He also remembered that every year when the wheat was ripe, she would walk on the field ridge, her skirt sweeping over the golden wheat ears.
The roads in the county town are wider, but the old locust trees are still there. Some people said that Wei Miaomiao was going to a far away place and advised him not to stay here, but he did not respond.
The wheat was ripe again, and Li Jibei stood at the same place, holding wild morning glories in his hand. I like this thing, just like the wheat in the field, without any fanfare, the roots have already taken root in the day.
Intention: plainness is the truth