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At the age of 10, I once again stepped into the majestic Forbidden City and recalled the year when I entered the palace at the age of 16. The turbulent Qing Dynasty was like the clear sky approaching dusk. Although it still held the last trace of beauty and stubbornness, like itself, beauty was aging. In this life, I have loved and hated, and all stories begin with that dance in the snow. The love affair of this life began with a legendary prelude after getting up in the painting hall in the morning. The novel uses Ci'an's dream as the main clue of the story. But when she woke up from the dream at the end of the story, she saw the eunuch who took her into the palace in the dream. Ci'an stood in the snow, watching the snow blowing against the wind, and the wind rising from the sky; life is like a dream, and dreams are like life.

After crossing the Yingzui Gorge, Xiaoguan lay down on the ground and said, "Oh, I can't do it anymore. I'm exhausted, squad leader." Liang Qihong wiped his sweat, took a breath while holding the machete, and suddenly shouted, "Snake!" Xiaoguan jumped up, his face changed color, he turned around and looked around, where is he? Liang Qihong laughed. Xiaoguan understood and punched Liang Qihong. You don't look like a national model worker! Liang Qihong is curious, what should the national model workers look like? Xiaoguan lay back on the ground, just like you did on TV a few days ago, smiling, polite, sincere and well-behaved. Liang Qihong said, you summed it up well. Xiaoguan said that it was not me who summarized it, but Manager Liu who summarized it while everyone was watching TV, saying that you represent the image of our Qinling Power Supply Company.

This so-called princess is a colleague I met more than ten years ago. Specifically, it was in 2001. In October of that year, I applied from the production line to work in the government office. There were four people in a department, a director, a secretary, a file clerk, and a clerk, that was me. On the first day of work, Director Wan took me to the big office and introduced me one by one. This is secretary Dongdong Bao, a talented student of Northeastern University; this is archivist Xiaofeng, a graduate of Heijinshan Party School. I bowed down politely. Although the unit was not big, these two people had met before and knew each other, but they had no contact with each other. Dongdong Bao is a man, about the same age as me, in his mid-twenties, tall and thin, and shakes hands to express welcome.

Although the place in the ancient Wei Dynasty in Hedong is close to the Yellow River in the southwest, it has always been relatively dry in history. When you watch the weather forecast on TV, it is very obvious that it rains in Xi'an, Shaanxi, and in Luoyang, Henan. However, in the Yellow River Delta in southwestern Shanxi, which is sandwiched between the two, there is very little rain. Even if it does, the ground is wet after rain, and it does not create much of a climate. Strangely enough, it rains a lot this year. It starts raining before the beginning of autumn, and it rains every once in a while. In previous years, after the autumnal equinox, it was the time to sow wheat, but this year it rained so hard that it couldn't penetrate the ground. It was not until around the time of the cold dew that the seeds were reluctantly sown into the ground. It was a bright day, and Mingli and Hongyun were woken up by the sound of rain. Hongyun got up first, and while washing her face, she muttered: It's still raining, this is almost a disaster. Mingli had just planted eight percent of the land in Nangou because her legs and feet were muddy yesterday, so she rested for a while longer.