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After retirement, several of us "hairy-root friends", or "faxiao" as people in Beijing call us, returned to our hometown together by chance. After being apart for many years, we all got together again as we did when we were children. When we were still wearing panties, we were together every day, each playing with our balls. When they got a little older, they would kneel down on the ground and hit marbles with their little buttocks until they were in a daze. When we no longer play marbles, we play krona, table tennis, basketball, volleyball... And all kinds of disguised marbles together. Now that I am old, my pension is only enough to maintain meager living. As we are old and young, of course we can no longer play marbles. If we want to play golf, we lack the "three qualifications". We have no capital, no qualifications, and no qualifications, so we have no choice but to make an appointment to play croquet together to kill our old age.

To tell the story of Zhang Honglin, we must first talk about Yinlong Cave, because his story is related to Yinlong Cave. Standing on the Zitong Palace Mountain in the east of the city and looking down, the small county town where we live is surrounded by an oval city wall, like a big goose egg that is hatching, lying quietly in the embrace of the mountains, patiently waiting for the day to break out of the egg. The city has four gates, southeast and northwest. Among the four gates, only the east gate has a half-moon-shaped moon city, which the locals call "Weng City". After leaving Wengcheng and going east about three miles to Bailong Temple, there is a rippling blue sea. The locals call lakes "Haizi". For example, there is a lake as small as a pearl on Nantianba in the south of the city called Qinghaizi, but the lake in the east of the city is not called Haizi, but Yinlong Cave. It is said that many years ago, there was indeed a Hidden Dragon Cave in the deepest part of the current lake bottom, which was also the lowest point of Mizutrough.

I remember when I was in the sixth grade of primary school, it was recommended to make friends with Soviet children. In fact, it was to write letters to Soviet children. You could also attach photos, stamps, paintings, bookmarks, embroidered handkerchiefs, etc. To the letter. Through the "China-Soviet Friendship Association" in my country, you would mail it to the "Soviet-China Friendship Association" in the Soviet Union, and then forward it to a certain Soviet child. The other party's reply was also forwarded by the friendship associations of the two countries. In this way, an "international friend" relationship was established that communicated with each other across borders. The process of mailing letters was not known until many years later. At that time, we respected the Soviet Union as the "big brother" and kept talking about learning from the Soviet Big Brother. We kept saying that today's Soviet Union is our tomorrow.