Copywriting: Growing like summer grass, buried like winter grass
Spring grass grows in winter, but love abandons its children.
Zhang Ji was a grassroots man in the old society. He was born from the ground and grew vigorously, but withered trees and buried himself in the grass.
He was ridiculed and respected by no one in his life. He stood up with a handful of dead bones, falling and getting up again and again on the road of survival. He despises the secular world and anesthetizes his spirit. During the repeated separation, he has already buried his soul in the three lands that he can never leave!
He is a notorious poor bachelor and drunkard in the village. It is also the "Jigong" that everyone in Ejina Banner talks about. Two places show what kind of person he is. Those who ask for alms and those who give alms, he always said that I want to be respected! I am the famous "Jigong" of Ejina Banner!
It was as if he had received equal respect there, instead of the humble person at the head of the village who was looked down upon by everyone in his tattered cotton clothes.
He said that he had seen the golden Populus euphratica forest. That beautiful place has infinite tolerance for a life. Its gentle colors allow people to make mistakes, have secrets, and allow people to be poor. It doesn't matter if they wear dirty clothes. It is not as green as home, so harsh and secular. He also expected to live there for the rest of his life, but he couldn't because he had children.
He said he wanted to see Snake Head Mountain.
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One winter, when the Chinese New Year was approaching, he said he was going to work outside, and they got separated in the desert. This was an incident that left a deep impression on him. In addition to fear and helplessness, these grown men only had a slim hope. For several days, there was only one camel beside them. It was also lying on the ground thirsty, with aggrieved eyes and wailing.
Fortunately, after the strong sandstorm, their employer found them and brought instant noodles that they could eat immediately. He said that it was the most unpalatable thing he had ever eaten. At that moment, he felt that his hometown was far away. He said that hunger is the closest to death, and hunger makes life no longer strong. After a full meal, as an apology, the employer killed the camel, and divided the meat among them himself. Zhang Ji took the piece of meat with both hands, and the blood soaked his palms. He even wanted to flow into his blood vessels but could not find the entrance. He could only slowly wait for it to dry up. He had never been bound by flesh and blood. At this moment, he sighed and waited for it, walking towards its destination. Life would eventually turn into dust.
Enema filled with strong alcohol, accompanied by wind and snow, hiding in the old soil, never returning home.
Intention: Saw the light