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After the Peach Blossom Flood, Zishui gradually calmed down. At Popoya Ferry, people were chatting and waiting for the ferry. A middle-aged and young man raised his hand to say hello to Monk Yuanman who was walking from a distance. "Master Yuanman, are you crossing the river or taking to the street?" The man was from Queping, Duhe. "Amitabha! I'm going to the street. Donor, are you going home?" Hearing the shout, Monk Yuanman stopped his confused thoughts and answered the question knowingly out of courtesy. Of course, the two of them are old acquaintances. In the spring of last year, he went to his house to pray for saplings. Everyone said that the family members did not lie, but Monk Yuanman deliberately concealed the fact that he was going to see Dr. Murong. Maybe this wasn't called lying, because they didn't ask him what he was doing on the street. He then bowed to the others and walked forward again.

The vast mountains are a steely color. There are a few half-hidden and half-exposed wooden houses dotted on the mountainside. Occasionally, a few dog barks or a few roosters' crows can be heard from the wooden houses. Suddenly it fell silent again. The mountain fog starts when I talk about it. Mountain rain comes as soon as it comes. If the fog rises from the bottom of the valley to the mountainside, and the color is milky, even though the momentum is overwhelming, it must be a sunny day; if the fog rises from the top of the mountain, and the color is gray, even if it is sparse and scattered, it is definitely a rainy day. But no matter it is sunny or rainy, the first thing that wakes up the mountains is the ringing of a cowbell slowly pulled out by a cow rope... It is a painterly artistic conception. That is the taste of being able to write poetry.

That year, my sister Hua'er was eighteen years old. An eighteenth girl is like a flower, not to mention she is indeed beautiful. But being beautiful has troubles. Not only does his sister have it, but his younger brother Niu'er also helps his sister to have it. He has always found it strange, wondering where the silly fifth brother learned it from, "oval face, red phoenix eyes, willow eyebrows, lips that are neither thin nor thick, mouth that is neither big nor small, the lines of the bridge of the nose are even and soft, and the tip of the nose is slightly upturned." The silly fifth brother often chases behind his sister's butt and nags, sometimes even drooling out. Everyone knew that this was a compliment to her sister Hua'er. If it had been said from another person's mouth, Hua'er wouldn't know how happy she would be, but it happened to come out of Silly Lao Wu's mouth while drooling, and Hua'er felt particularly shameless.

The word "Peng" for friend is composed of two moons, and its meaning must be open and aboveboard, illuminating each other. Real good friends are rare in a person's life, but I can definitely say: Lu Shi is one of these rare good friends in my life. --Excerpted from the diary in time. Recently, a short article titled "Shadow Stone Inscription" was circulated in a friend's WeChat circle. I said it was interesting and profound. That night while enjoying the coolness on the bank of the Xiang River downstairs, he suddenly remembered this incident again. He quickly turned on his phone and looked it up in WeChat. He felt that the style of writing was very familiar, "It's like a strange stone, buried deep for a long time. I abandon myself and am ashamed of my ugliness..." After only reading one verse, he couldn't help but call Lu Shi. When he asked, he found out that it was indeed written by him.

The heating in the room was warm, and the beautiful woman was full of thoughts, but her oval face was flushed with pink. Her name was Murong Xue, and she was born with a singing voice as good as that of a lark. But it was no wonder that her natal family was in Guzhang, western Hunan, where the mountains and rivers not only raised beauties, but also singers. Murong Xue graduated from the Xiangxi Conservatory of Music and now works as a music teacher at the Qingshuitang Primary School in Kaifu District, Changsha. She was originally innocent, just like her name, as pure as snow. However, fate played tricks on people. She was abandoned by her boss husband at a young age, which also cast a shadow on her soul. But just as the seasons and climate change, Murong Xue also has a new life and new expectations.

Zijin was still wearing a dark blue cheongsam as when she came. When she poked her head out from the back of the taxi and waved to the wind, the two pure white hyacinths on both sides of the collar of the cheongsam looked particularly peaceful and eye-catching in the orange morning light... Zijin just left so peacefully, just as she came from far away, not to say goodbye to her wind, but only to say "goodbye" to her wind! Also, Feng suddenly remembered again, and the half-enigmatic words "You can't occupy auntie's...". Zijin is gone, she comes from where she came from, and goes to where she is going, from body to soul, just for liking and love. It has been more than a month and she has not appeared on WeChat again. Feng was also trying hard to restrain himself from disturbing her. Maybe he originally liked this kind of beginning and also liked this kind of sheathing. Just as there is only one life, there should be at least one time in life where the true joy and truth that completely abandons morality and responsibility can attract love from the soul to the body...

Gradually, he seemed to have a dream in his heart. Yes, in addition to having a dream that he is embarrassed to express for the time being, he also firmly believes in a simple way of life: "Everyone says they want to be a good person and do more good deeds. In fact, they are all just paying lip service. You also need to be deliberate. What kind of good person should you be and what kind of good deeds should you do? Those who guard their greed and do not harm others are good people; those who do what they should do are good deeds." This is a truth that the blessing brother often says in recent times. In fact, this is what he has been working hard to implement now. This is the truth of life that he realized from often watching the scenery of the river and listening to the sound of the river.

After a few "chirps", three text messages popped up in succession. Li Xiang read them one by one and felt much more at ease. The first one was sent to Yitian. Although it was a bit unexpected, it was settled. The second message was from Xue Ji: "Dear Comrade Li Xiang, I will no longer be alone, because in addition to a close friend of the opposite sex in my life, I have a sister with a different surname. You have been through enough, go to bed early. Late Good night!" The last message was from Ye Lan: "Mr. Li, please take care, I'm sleeping peacefully. I have fully recovered." Li Xiang took a long breath and murmured in his heart, "Good night to everyone!"