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It's the rainy season again, and it rains here. I listen to the rain, watch the rain, love the rain, and hear the sound of rain beating on the thick floor-to-ceiling windows. I feel moved by the scene, thinking of the people in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, intoxicated in the rain of the past, and accidentally forget about myself. This is a kind of feeling, but also a kind of helplessness. This may be life. The memories we can keep in our hearts, whether it is the sound of rain or the people in the rain, the past that shuttles through life, are a dream that will never go away. "Dream of Jiangnan Smoke and Rain" is one of my prose essays. "Dream of Jiangnan Smoke and Rain" contains some of my prose and poems. My poems also have different artistic conceptions. I would like to invite friends to criticize and correct me!

"Time is a Silent River" Part 1: It tells the emotional story of Uncle Qian, a rough guy who came to Nanjing to work and struggled with his emotions. When Liu Lanhua, a city woman, opened her heart and confessed her love to Uncle Qian, a rough guy, how did Uncle Qian face Liu Lanhua's offer of love to him? When love doesn't go as you wish, Uncle Qian, a rough guy, shows people his different emotional expression of love in his own way. In the end, how did he end his emotional entanglement with city woman Liu Lanhua? "Time is a Silent River" Part 2: Uncle Qian saved Liangliang in his own way, and in what way will Liangliang start a new life journey? There will still be entanglements, because life itself is an overlapping of contradictions, and Liangliang faces endless tests of his wife Liu Lanhua's feelings for him. Brother Hou felt deeply guilty for the death of Uncle Qian. Life is boring, and his wife Hou Ersao says he is menopausal. The conflicts between the couple continue to escalate. The grown-up children face all the confusions and difficult choices they have when dealing with their careers, love, and marriage. They have experienced suffering, confusion, and the melancholy of being whipped by time. The days that the older generation has gone through with difficulty, and all the sufferings of the younger generation, are always entangled, overlapping and intertwined in the long river of time. This may be life. Thank you for reading "Time is a Silent River". You and I are all ordinary people, so let this ordinary person's song sing the silent river of time!