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A Spoonful of Roots
General Fiction一勺根
Gu Jiarong
This book is an autobiographical novel. The story is narrated in the first person, describing the efforts of "I" who came from a poor family and suffered from hunger in childhood to change my life. When I was studying, "I" had no time to think, let alone enjoy. I just wanted to finish my schooling career as soon as possible and find a so-called "place to go". "I" immersed myself in my studies regardless of everything, and it was said that I had a "good harvest". My "desperate" actions won me praiseworthy achievements, and I really had a so-called alternative place to go. On the one hand, my hard work has saved my family and liberated me from poverty; on the other hand, my many years of living habits are, for me, the result of those positive actions in my past that can never be deleted.
This book is an autobiographical novel. The story is narrated in the first person, describing the efforts of "I" who came from a poor family and suffered from hunger in childhood to change my life. When I was studying, "I" had no time to think, let alone enjoy. I just wanted to finish my schooling career as soon as possible and find a so-called "place to go". "I" immersed myself in my studies regardless of everything, and it was said that I had a "good harvest". My "desperate" actions won me praiseworthy achievements, and I really had a so-called alternative place to go. On the one hand, my hard work has saved my family and liberated me from poverty; on the other hand, my many years of living habits are, for me, the result of those positive actions in my past that can never be deleted.

Big Hate Song 1
History大恨歌1
Gu Jiarong
Great, Qianyuan. In the imperial capital, the lights are like day, and the osmanthus flowers are splashed with black tiles. At the frontier fortress, the beacon fire was urgent, so he rode his horse to Maoyuan. The heroic soldiers broke through the barriers, and their loyal souls wept with despair. The palace, looking back, turned into clouds and smoke in an instant. Mountains and rivers, if you look at them with your hands behind your hands, they will see blue waves flowing through the ages. Thousands of years, come and go, the mausoleum is hidden in the wilderness. ...
Great, Qianyuan. In the imperial capital, the lights are like day, and the osmanthus flowers are splashed with black tiles. At the frontier fortress, the beacon fire was urgent, so he rode his horse to Maoyuan. The heroic soldiers broke through the barriers, and their loyal souls wept with despair. The palace, looking back, turned into clouds and smoke in an instant. Mountains and rivers, if you look at them with your hands behind your hands, they will see blue waves flowing through the ages. Thousands of years, come and go, the mausoleum is hidden in the wilderness. ...