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窑厂大院
Tanhualang's Ink
Guo Zaohuo was reborn in 1980, moving bricks in a kiln, working 12 hours a night and earning 3 yuan. He really fulfilled the popular saying on the Internet in later generations: If you can endure hardship, there will be endless hardship. But in the countryside in 1980, you had only three choices: first, if you don't endure hardship now, you will have to starve for this meal; second, if you suffer hunger for this meal, you will have to continue to endure the next meal; third, by the time you figure out how to endure hardship, others have already eaten the hardship, and you can only eat dirt.
Guo Zaohuo was reborn in 1980, moving bricks in a kiln, working 12 hours a night and earning 3 yuan. He really fulfilled the popular saying on the Internet in later generations: If you can endure hardship, there will be endless hardship. But in the countryside in 1980, you had only three choices: first, if you don't endure hardship now, you will have to starve for this meal; second, if you suffer hunger for this meal, you will have to continue to endure the next meal; third, by the time you figure out how to endure hardship, others have already eaten the hardship, and you can only eat dirt.

让你当羊倌练胆,你成全能猎手了
Tanhualang's Ink
The wolves are coming, are you ready with your fishing mallet? Yes. The dogs are also ready.
The wolves are coming, are you ready with your fishing mallet? Yes. The dogs are also ready.

Ballistic Wake
Military弹道尾迹
Tanhualang's Ink
Battleship Dusk 1942, Steel Cemetery in the South Pacific. When the roar of caliber is the truth was drowned by the dive of carrier-based aircraft, the last orphan of the flintlock era launched a losing charge towards the sky full of ballistics. The setting sun is like blood, and the sea and sky are like graves. The end of an era - Midway. Dusk of the battleships!
Battleship Dusk 1942, Steel Cemetery in the South Pacific. When the roar of caliber is the truth was drowned by the dive of carrier-based aircraft, the last orphan of the flintlock era launched a losing charge towards the sky full of ballistics. The setting sun is like blood, and the sea and sky are like graves. The end of an era - Midway. Dusk of the battleships!