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Last year, among the billions of beards that Father Time grew, perhaps it was only a small section of one beard. Those of us who make a living on this short beard have to feel the old man's continuous heartbeat at all times. He is so neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither hasty nor slow, neither new nor old, and takes no time to drag us towards the darkness. On the way to darkness with no freedom at all, my life in 2007 was actually going smoothly. A strong proof is that my waistline gained weight again. Looking back now, there were two flashes of lightning in 2007. It almost illuminated the darkness, but I was afraid to open my wide eyes and missed them in the blink of an eye. Last summer, almost at the same time, I met two girls both named "Xiao Xiao" on QQ.

People have human speech, and animals have animal speech. As early as 70 years ago, there was "The True Story of Ah Q", and when it was Ah Q's turn, it was called a "side story". The so-called partial biography does not count as a biography. The legends that are not worth mentioning are passed down by the people that are not worth mentioning. Some of the weird beliefs of the little people are as strange as the little people: three generations and five people, except for the thin thread of blood, they are as close as brothers and sisters. --The Ah G mentioned here comes from the Chinese pinyin of the word "". His father Ah Q, his mother Ah S, his wife Ah P, his son Ah R, and his grandson Ah T, are innocent and have no punishment, neither title nor salary. They are all unworthy people. They are just randomly picked from the English alphabetical order... P, Q, R, S, T... The above is just a preface to the beginning of the chapter.

Under the slope of a peach grove, there are layers of green wheat fields. Occasionally, there is a field of rapeseed sandwiched in the field. The orange-yellow flowers are bright and brilliant. The small river was covered by fields, leaving only a few sections of the snake's body. Under the setting sun, there are sparkling waves in the former section of the river; in the latter section of the river, the reflection of the small bridge looks like a green dragon lying in the clear water. On the other side of the river, at the corner of the mulberry forest, there are more than a dozen households, with tall poplar trees in front of each door. The cow tied next to the tree stared at the human eyes and the cow's eyes on the poplar pole, regurgitating old and new stories in its belly, and occasionally let out a long moo, announcing that the story had reached its climax. On the earth cliff, the chickens can perch on the paulownia branches in the courtyard as soon as they spread their wings. Bouquets of pink, white, and purple flowers all rushed into their chests. As if they were so excited, they mistakenly regarded the infinite sunset as the morning light. Before the sun set, they screamed like phoenixes and phoenixes.