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Returning from the seat of the township government, I was worried all the way. All I could see were dead rats with red bellies. The mouse that had eaten poisonous rice moved slowly at first, and then suddenly twitched, lying on its back with its red belly turned. Just thinking about it, I walked into the house anxiously. To be precise, it is the home of his wife Fan Ying. I "married" 39-year-old Fan Ying at the age of 29 years ago, and I can't explain how it feels. His name was Mi Degui, and he lived in a mountain at the southern foot of the Dabie Mountains. It is a poor mountain ravine with less than a quarter of the arable land per person. After more than 40 years of liberation, there is still no way to build a road directly out of the mountain. It was repaired every year, but was destroyed by flash floods every year. After the responsibility system, it is difficult to recruit villagers, so the road is just a few lines on the proposal of the rural people's congress representatives every year.

But it is said that in Dengfeng County, Henan Province, there is a world-famous Zhongyue Songshan Mountain. She is continuous and graceful, just like a "Sleeping Beauty" in spring sleep. Her jade body consists of two mountains. There are Taishi Mountain in the east and Shaoshi Mountain in the west, with a total of 72 peaks. The natural scenery is very beautiful. In front of Wuru Peak in Shaoshi Mountain, there is a Shaolin Temple covering an area of ​​100 acres. This ancient temple with a history of more than 1,400 years is really a scenic spot. Shaolin Temple is not only the ancestral temple of Zen Buddhism, but also the birthplace of Shaolin martial arts. The temple combines the two characteristics of Buddhism and martial arts. It is known as "the most famous temple in the world". It is rare in ancient and modern times and is well-known at home and abroad. One night in the autumn of 1921. The sky is high and crisp, the stars are twinkling, and the willow branches are above the moon.

As I was about to get off work on Wednesday evening, my phone rang. Is it Cheng Gang? It's me, Uncle Guo, is something wrong? This Sunday you bring your children back and have a wedding banquet. Uncle Guo couldn't suppress the excitement in his tone. I asked: Uncle Guo, what a good thing, do you want to buy me a drink? I gave birth to a son! Ah? ... You must come back! Uncle Guo was still talking loudly. I said "hmm" and didn't listen to the rest of the words at all.