On March 14, 1933, I was born into an educated family. My grandfather was probably a scholar, and my father was a farmer and vegetable grower. He was a well-known local philanthropist with many righteous deeds.
This is an autobiography. An old man over seventy years old, Mr. Bai Dou, who spans several generations. At the age of 73, he tasted tea and watched birds in his small courtyard, leisurely recalling the ups and downs of his life and his former dreams and pursuits. I accidentally obtained the manuscript, and I have been hanging out in Jinjiang all year round. I know that most people are looking for novels with thrilling plots and ups and downs. After much hesitation, I didn't want the old man's hard work to be buried, so I would rather post it, hoping that everyone in Jinjiang would support it.
"The beauty of the small courtyard has a wild charm, and the courage of the piano, heart and sword makes people feel at ease.
Sprinkling water and cultivating the soil have different ambitions, and the ancient pastoral style can relieve worries.
Take a nap, sip tea under the sarong, and listen to the chirping of the little bird in the cage.
Walking through the willow trees at dawn, holding candles and reading poems late at night.
Dongyu is ruthless and shameful, but Sangyu is interested in romance. "
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