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This was a special funeral. There were no funeral songs, no firecrackers, and no money paper. Brother Changyin carefully made a small red sandalwood box, put Brother Luo's belongings in it, and built a mound in the bamboo forest behind the house, which was regarded as a tomb. All the people who attended the funeral gathered around Brother Luo's tomb, standing silently and not leaving for a long time. Sister-in-law Lianzi, who was ill, was supported by brother Changyin, and Uncle Luo held Little Cherry tightly in his arms. Only the wind and snow sing sad songs in the mountains and fields, seeming to tell the hardships of life and the unyieldingness of the human heart.

Not long after the "Cultural Revolution" came to this remote town, a few pitifully ordinary people invaded this feng shui. The widow Zheng Yaosao set up a stove at the head of the bridge and started a cake making business; Ren Baorong, who specializes in collecting rags, set up a "baobao stall" under the yellow juju tree; farmer Li Dahan, who complained that he was hungry every day, put his coal pick on the arch bridge; Tang Feng'er, a soldier who hauled garbage, often posted "notices" on the trees after wearing red sleeves. As soon as the feng shui broke down, King Wen of Xinning Town was uneasy and King Wu was unhappy. It was like a strong and strong man who suffered from disasters and became dry, thin and collapsed. But no one can interfere with Feng Shui's revolution and rebellion. Probably because of the possession of the dragon's veins, Zheng Yaosao and the others became famous in Xinning over the next few winters and springs, and became people of concern to the whole town.

He suddenly stopped, his moist eyes radiating brightly, and his quivering lips savored the long taste of the two women like savoring old wine, and then uttered a sigh that moved me too - "Ya Ming, you are still young and don't know the joy and pain of men and women. I dare to say that this is something that many men dare not bear." I can't bear it. If I were twenty years old again, I would definitely not torment myself and others like this..." I don't doubt my uncle's sincerity and honesty, but I know in my heart that even if I were twenty years old again, he would still go his own way and make the mistakes he was destined to make, and he would love the women he was destined to love at all costs. I didn't say the words, nor did I need to.

An An wanted to pounce, but hesitated after taking a step, turned around suddenly, hugged the pole with both hands, and looked at the rushing water of the Bixi River for a long time. She knew very well in her heart that everything she had was placed on this current and this sampan boat. Shuncheng was also moved, rubbing his calloused hands and looking at the woman in front of him who occupied his heart like Bixi and Sampanchuan. In his heart, she became the innocent and lovely An An who could play punting and sailing. The moon jumped into the blue sky, round. The moonlight, as soft as water, shines brightly and melancholy on the yellow jujube trees, the old man, the blue stream, the sampan boat, and the women and men who are filled with joy and sorrow in the world.

At this time, I turned around and saw Dongfeng still waving vigorously at us at the door of the hall. His face was shining brightly in a bright autumn light, with strong dark lines. His whole person became an attractive scenery of life. I couldn't help but wave to him, as if a pair of friends were not separated but reunited.

In the last years of the Ming Dynasty, enemy chiefs instigated rebellion, civil strife broke out, the emperor was frustrated and his ministers were mediocre, and the people were in dire straits. Zhang Qiuchi, an exceptionally skilled swordsman, became a world-famous beauty due to his talent in swordsmanship. However, he was hated by monks and laymen: the husband and wife turned against each other, and his beloved daughter was kidnapped in the Miao territory; Tianchi Villa was killed, and the martial arts legend disappeared. At that time, the flower thief was widowed, and Li Mei threw herself into trouble in troubled times; the traitorous gangsters were spying on her, plotting a vicious plot to alienate her; the young swordsman Bai Yunfei, and his childhood sweetheart who had been robbed, had a deep friendship and traveled thousands of miles to find his sister. Heaven has sent a great responsibility to you. He was righteous in the world and was pure in life, but he was suspected of martial arts and was seeking revenge from the so-called "reputable people". Unexpectedly, when people are in a desperate situation, the pure and pure twin phoenixes turn the danger into safety and wear the king's crown; the elegant scribe takes off his veil and turns out to be a thief who steals the country. The majestic Chinese scholar, the tragic and heroic defeat of the dragon and tiger. A beggar's wife, a beautiful lady, with a sword and a horse, and a beautiful couple, separated from each other, only meet in front of flowers. All the heroes finally experienced the mechanical deception on the top of Shennong and came back to the red sheep disaster...

The novel "Unable to Be Sad" is the masterpiece of the famous Sichuan novelist Tian Yanning. It created a sensation when it was published in the early 1990s. This article focuses on the novel's role in describing the life journey of the intellectual elite in the 1950s and 1960s, especially the pursuit of beautiful ideals in love and marriage, and the torture and suffering they experienced in the harsh real environment. Many characters are still tenacious and optimistic in yearning for a better future in the midst of great grief. It is this powerful artistic appeal of not giving up in grief and crying with joy that makes "Unable to Grieve" have an artistic style and ideological connotation that is different from similar themes of the same period.

The folk song was sung by the old cattle dealer, "Moo!" Shuiguzi and Huangguzi raised their heads and neighed in harmony with the folk songs. The spring light shines and beats rhythmically in the dense forest on Huahua Rock. Chestnut Slope presents a sunny bronze color. For the first time, Haocheng felt proud to be the owner of such a large mountainous area. He already knew in his heart that, just like his love affair with Chun'er, he would form an indissoluble bond with this layer of bronze-colored mountain land connected by the Cattle Trader Mountain Road.

The ruined forest, the setting sun, and a man like him, who is not damaged physically but has a damaged heart, are accompanying this ruined temple. An indescribable helplessness and a long and dense emptiness, strands of net covering his strong body and a soul with nowhere to escape. The world is huge, the fields and mountains are huge, and he has strong and powerful legs. He is not pedantic in his heart, but he still stays in this deserted and withered temple for a long time, unable to leave, just like a tree that has been cut down has been washed away by turbid waves and has lost its roots and leaves. He himself couldn't figure out why he had an indissoluble bond with this ruined temple. One day you will abandon it. In the dark, he often heard a loud and clear voice telling him. However, many years later, he still sat in front of the temple gate every evening, enduring the mountain wind. He had no urge to leave, and he only felt that the god-like voice was a bit ridiculous. He does not believe in God or Buddhism. He lives in a temple but is not a monk who has been ordained as a monk, although the people in the surrounding forest village have recognized him as a monk.

The forests, valleys, streams, and animals were so colorful, beautiful, and charming that they were like a warm spring breeze blowing into Young Ke's numb and cold chest, and his confused mind gradually calmed down. He is a child of the mountains and grew up in the mountains. He has never appreciated the scenery of the mountains and forests so deeply. "Oh woo! - Oh woo -" Two bear calls came from the depths of the jungle. He heard clearly that this was the cry of the female bear, so eager and gentle. Was it calling her pair of naughty children, or was it greeting the hunter who forgave it? No matter how you think about it, this cry belongs to the forest. Lin Lin was also listening by the crimson tent at the mountain pass. The sound was solemn, sweet music to her. She firmly believes that with this unique music of the forest, human life will be more harmonious, perfect, joyful and rich.

The intuition in her heart told her that Yan Sheng might be right. She is the daughter of a mountain man, and Moon Creek is where her happiness lies. However, that provincial city, which was described as warm, elegant, upright and upright by others, but also described as cold, vulgar, gloomy and gloomy by others, had a strong attraction for her. For this mountain girl, it was a brand new life, an unknown world. She wanted to experience that life personally and explore the mysteries of that new world. As for whether luck or misfortune awaited her ahead, she never thought about it. She got rid of her last hesitation and stepped more firmly. She knew that Yan Sheng was staring at her with cold eyes, and the fire of love and hate was boiling in her heart. She didn't dare to look back. At this moment, even if she was shaken in the slightest, she couldn't control herself. She would run back and throw herself into Yan Sheng's generous arms, crying loudly and begging for his forgiveness.

In the past seven years, this barren mountain land has never left her heart for a moment. Not even Shi Dashuan's pleas and tears, or Xiao Zhuer's coquettishness and laughter could erase it. Instead, she missed Moon Creek, Candle Peak, her parents, brother Manli, and Brother Runlin who worried her more and more day by day. She had sworn countless times never to come back, swallowed the pain and sorrow deep in her heart, and spent her life in that small plain village that was always unfamiliar to her; and countless times she had walked madly southward, over thousands of mountains and rivers, even if she had to climb back, to wash away the humiliation with the water of her hometown and pray for the forgiveness of her relatives. Use the fire of hatred to burn the black-hearted man who pushed her into misery...

Shuimiao said sincerely: "Qiuyang, please feel free to go. These three years are long for me, but very short for you. You must study hard, create hard, and don't owe me anything. Shuimiao, who believes in you, will faithfully wait for your return. Remember, I will wait for you for three years." Qiuyang's heart trembled, and he asked with a trembling voice: "What about three years later?" Shuimiao walked to the end of the stone plate. Youth gave her natural beauty and charm, but also gave her the persistence and strength of a woman. The moonlight outlined her slender and well-proportioned silhouette. She turned around slowly, her face glowing with purity and nobility. She smiled and said, "In three years, I will get married! Marry someone who truly loves Daba Mountain."

The crops on the opposite slope are growing well. There are the Shouyuan family, the Obao family, and the Tokusatsu family, but they are too far away. They usually look at each other from a distance and cannot say a word. Everyone was busy doing their own thing and had nothing to talk about. They met at the head of the village and forgot everything. They exchanged a few words of greetings and went home. Weddings and funerals can bring everyone together. Whether we are happy or sad, what can we say to each other? It's not just a full meal and a full drink. With her words, Maode suddenly felt relaxed, he smiled innocently, grabbed the big hoe and started working dexterously. But his mind is still active. In the past, the days of fooling around were annoying. In recent years, everyone plunged into their own fields and life at home was dull. He didn't know what kind of life suited the farmers and the fields. The mountain wind blows on the slopes, and the wheat seedlings tremble like green silk. After a while, the wheat harvesting season will come from the other side of the mountain. At that time, this slope became lively.

Xiao Jie went back to the provincial capital, but she and the modern atmosphere brought by the times stayed in Zhuxi Town. The photographer wiped the windows brightly, and Xiao Jie and Xiaozhen in the color photos were enthusiastically following the changes in the town. Xiao Pan's perming technology improved rapidly and he added a new business - cold perm. The business of young tailors is even better. Young people send fabrics on the first day of the new year and only get the long-missed dresses on the fifteenth day of the new year. Recently, due to the increase in profits and the sharp increase in their contribution to the country, they were also commended by the County Second Lighting Bureau, and the prize was a "Sanyo" dual-purpose recording machine.

Xin Kun's eyes were blurry, he nodded vigorously, and said enthusiastically: "No matter what, I still have to pick you up with the wedding ceremony, and send you to the county town with everyone." "Brother Kun," Zhu Ye'er blushed and whispered shyly, "I listen to you." "Zhu Ye'er," Xin Kun looked at her lovingly, rubbing and twisting his big hands on his clothes in embarrassment. "Brother Kun." Zhu Ye'er walked over and put her face on his chest trustingly. She immediately felt that this warm and strong chest was as deep, solid and reliable as a mountain. Even if it rests on this breast for a lifetime, it is also passionate and loyal. On the mountain col, the suona sounded in the golden autumn wind. It was a well-off and a well-off society. They were so excited that they poured all their joy into the suona. This cheerful suona sound resonated across Daba Mountain, which is thousands of miles away.

Over the past few years, the pure and peaceful Yulin has gradually become impetuous, noisy, and chaotic. Various stalls and vehicles clog the streets, the rotten smell of garbage is everywhere, and all kinds of people are indulgent and indulgent... This makes this increasingly complex community full of the characteristics and vitality of the times, and on the other hand it is swelling and threatening to explode. My little home cannot be quiet. My study cannot be quiet. It's time to escape Yulin. Looking back again and again, Yulin in the twilight, illuminated by a large neon light, has a worldly charm, which is hard to miss. However, Yulin will continue to exist in a corner of the city for a long time, continuing to be prosperous and noisy. This is the serious reality.

A green forest with turbulent blue waves rushes down from between two huge mountain ridges, converging into an ancient and young forest in a canyon. Among the green on the horizon, there are several straight and tall maple trees, burning passionately like thick red candles, making the entire forest glow with the brilliance of nature. "Gaoyuan, look, Daba Mountain is so beautiful." Lu Cui, who was intoxicated by the scenery of his hometown, murmured. "In my opinion, the people in Daba Mountain are more beautiful, Xiaocui. I'm still thinking about how insignificant people are compared to nature! But some people are so proud and arrogant, thinking that they are the masters of the world, and can do whatever they want when they are proud. Maybe it's because of this that there are so many comedies and tragedies in the world..." Gao Yuan did not take his eyes back, looking at the majestic and majestic Daba Mountain with deep affection.