On April 25, 1987, the National Archaeological Team unearthed a book from the Ming Dynasty in an imperial tomb in Beijing. The handwriting was unclear and there were missing pages. After multiple comparisons and technical verification, it was found that it was actually "Xiyang Fanguo Zhi" printed during the Wanli period, and the only page missing was the "Nanhouli" page.
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In the summer of the 44th year of Wanli period, he was listening to the rain under the pavilion. The sky was high and the clouds were low.
"You brat, do you know all the words?"
In the autumn of the forty-fourth year of Wanli, looking at the long shadow of a clumsy man in the golden sunset, he got a chicken, but later it disappeared.
"You brat, is this all you have?"
On August 15th of that year, there was a family banquet at Ciqing Palace. They stepped on the shadows and entered the pear garden by mistake. Don't look at anything inappropriate.
"Don't ask, don't tell. If you ask Yama, the Ghost Emperor of the Five Directions and the Ten Palaces, he will take you away so that you can't drink Meng Po Soup or cross the Naihe Bridge!"
At the winter solstice, holding a stove and wearing a big cloak, he went to the Xishan Salt Lake to enjoy the snow. He paddled on the ice, and the warm wine made him stomp his feet.
"When you grow up, I will take you there. Isn't it just a wooden house? When I learn how to build a big one for you!"
On the way back, he lost his mother, and the man held him to sleep in the cold wind of the cold night.
"You and I need to know that there is no father or son in the heavenly family."
On New Year's Eve, thousands of houses were lit up with lights and fireworks filled the sky. He covered his ears and smiled brightly at the sound of firecrackers.
"Little brat, you finally smiled."
In the summer of the forty-eighth year of Wanli, Wanzai was about to die. The man stood behind him and taught him how to shoot. An eagle flew across the sky.
The crane bids farewell to the empty mountain, and the morning is bright and clear. May the world be prosperous and peaceful.
It was August, the sun was shining, and the shadows of the trees were mottled. He asked if they would eventually separate.
"No."
We meet again after a thousand years, the music and songs are not over, thousands of mountains are scattered, but the hometown remains.
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A floating dream, gathering and dispersing into nothingness.
He finally became a prisoner, trapped in the capital for his whole life.
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