Copywriting 1
Jiang Ling was born in the twelfth year of Jinghe.
In the winter of the twelfth year of Jinghe, my father's family was besieged by rebels in the city. He spoiled his concubine and killed his wife, deliberately leaving his mother behind when he fled.
My mother, the Jiang family, led a hundred generals to go to her mother's family, the Lingxi Jiang family, when the new year came and I returned home.
During the busy period of work, Jiang Mi fell into a premature coma. When she woke up, it was snowing heavily. The bell rang under the snow, clearing the fog, so she was named "Bell".
Jiang Ling was born and raised in the Jiang family. He is active and quiet, smart and seldom talkative.
In the nineteenth year of Jinghe, at the age of seven, the dynasty was overthrown and the powerful were separatist.
In the nineteenth year of Jinghe, it snowed for the first time. I met a young girl. Coarse clothes were floating lightly on her body. Her skin was dry, her fingers were chapped, her cheeks were sunken, and her eyes were bulging. She was very scary.
Those eyes were astonishingly bright, glowing with a brilliance she had rarely seen before.
The pearl is covered in dust.
This was her only impression. People in Huanyi at home said her name was "Pan".
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Copywriting 2
Ah Pan was born amidst the noise and joy and worries of delivering babies.
I am happy that she was born smoothly and can get a reward, but I am worried that she will not live long.
Because her father was besieged by the rebels in Licheng, her mother was sent out by her father and fled all the way to Lingxi. Lingxi was guarded by the Jiang family and was relatively stable. Unfortunately, due to the war, civilians' livelihoods were difficult.
Her mother was literate, could read and write, and had read classics. She could have joined a wealthy family as a teacher, but unfortunately she lacked decent clothes.
Forced to make a living, my mother washed and mended clothes for others.
When Ah Pan was three years old, she washed clothes with her mother. She couldn't wash the clothes that were too big, so she could only wash some gauze to block dust.
When she was five years old, she saw the owner of those gauze cloths, with rich brocade clothes, hordes of servants, bamboo mats on the floor, and they were covered by clothes embroidered with butterflies.
She carefully made a clumsy salute, and her head was cut open by a stone on the ground.
As time went by, she realized that her timidity was called "self-consciousness."
Intention: To settle down and establish a life, one needs to cultivate oneself.