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Lu Yin's Works Collection 2 (collection of Works by Famous Modern Chinese Literature Writers)
Literature庐隐作品集二（中国现代文学名家作品集）
Original Work By Lu Yin Edited By Xiao Feng
To chop a man to death with an ax because he is our enemy is such a high-sounding statement. Who can object to this reason? --Our ancestors have taught us the lesson that we cannot let go of our enemies.
To chop a man to death with an ax because he is our enemy is such a high-sounding statement. Who can object to this reason? --Our ancestors have taught us the lesson that we cannot let go of our enemies.
Collection of Lu Yin's Works 1 (collection of Works by Famous Chinese Modern Literature Masters)
Literature庐隐作品集一（中国现代文学名家作品集）
Original Work By Lu Yin Edited By Xiao Feng
He has been living in Hebei Yingbin Hotel for three years. He is a very kind young man and a writer with great ideas. He is very lonely, without father, mother, brothers and sisters. He lives alone on the second floor in a small room at No. 35 On the east side. There were piles of paper and books on the bed; the floor was also full of waste paper; his bed did not have a thick mattress or quilt, but it was also piled with books and paper; the boy was buried in books and paper all day long, and books were his only friends; he felt that there was nothing more precious than books! Books can help his thinking and tell him a lot of knowledge that he doesn't know; so he can understand all kinds of things in his heart; and he is also an emotional young man who likes to listen to people's praise and praise; a pair of dark eyes are always moving, as if to express the activities of his brain
He has been living in Hebei Yingbin Hotel for three years. He is a very kind young man and a writer with great ideas. He is very lonely, without father, mother, brothers and sisters. He lives alone on the second floor in a small room at No. 35 On the east side. There were piles of paper and books on the bed; the floor was also full of waste paper; his bed did not have a thick mattress or quilt, but it was also piled with books and paper; the boy was buried in books and paper all day long, and books were his only friends; he felt that there was nothing more precious than books! Books can help his thinking and tell him a lot of knowledge that he doesn't know; so he can understand all kinds of things in his heart; and he is also an emotional young man who likes to listen to people's praise and praise; a pair of dark eyes are always moving, as if to express the activities of his brain
Lu Yin's Works Collection 3 (collection of Works by Famous Chinese Modern Literature Masters)
Literature庐隐作品集三（中国现代文学名家作品集）
Original Work By Lu Yin Edited By Xiao Feng
The weather in the north is really cold. Although it is early spring, the cold wind is still as sharp as cutting on our faces. At about twelve o'clock, the train meandered into the front door of the platform. We came out of the long corridor and saw that there was still a lot of snow on both sides of the road. Although it was stained by yellow and black dust, it was almost shining with white light under the light of the sun. The remaining snow and thin ice on the roof ridge have been melted by the sun, and water is dripping down drop by drop. Under the shady corner, there are occasionally a few ice chopsticks hanging, and the northwest wind is blowing sharply. We hired a carriage and got on it, closing the windows tightly, and immediately felt warm. The horse spread its iron hooves and galloped forward, but the dirt road was full of mud, so the wheels turned slowly. Everything on the street came into our eyes very realistically
The weather in the north is really cold. Although it is early spring, the cold wind is still as sharp as cutting on our faces. At about twelve o'clock, the train meandered into the front door of the platform. We came out of the long corridor and saw that there was still a lot of snow on both sides of the road. Although it was stained by yellow and black dust, it was almost shining with white light under the light of the sun. The remaining snow and thin ice on the roof ridge have been melted by the sun, and water is dripping down drop by drop. Under the shady corner, there are occasionally a few ice chopsticks hanging, and the northwest wind is blowing sharply. We hired a carriage and got on it, closing the windows tightly, and immediately felt warm. The horse spread its iron hooves and galloped forward, but the dirt road was full of mud, so the wheels turned slowly. Everything on the street came into our eyes very realistically