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"I" yearned for the distance. At that time, the northernmost train was to Jiagadaqi. "I" finally chose to board this train one day and met the legendary uncle who played the accordion on the train. "I" pursued the story of love from him. He said that he had told too many stories about not getting love, and he was willing to tell "me" a painful story about getting love. That place can be called Shishu Feng, the man is called Boon, and the woman is called Song Yuan. Love suddenly came to them. At that time, they were still young and had no idea what kind of power it was. Years later, after wars, separations and reunions, imprisonment and release, the love grows deeper, but the love grows further apart. Women give everything, swallowing up happiness, suffering, misfortune and humiliation, but they can't get back the love they once had; men escape danger on the verge of death, sink and are saved, and their souls sublimate and purify themselves, but they still don't get love. But when they forgot everything, in a small town in a foreign country, butterflies fell from the sky on their tired bodies. Love relieved them, sympathized with them, and came again.

Someone flew by with one wing but could not see his body, carrying a book to me. The wings were stretched out straight without any bend, and they were perched on the edge of the pool in the garden. The sunlight cast its shadow on the water. The white feathers are clear, with words on the feathers, one page for each feather; the front and back are orderly, the layers are overlapping, and the chapters and chapters are clear. My friend Mr. Wu Tongkui studied yin and yang and knew about the vegetation, birds and beasts, and the things between gods and ghosts in the heaven and earth. He said: "This is a book of souls. When a person dies, the stretched Qi becomes a god, and the bent Qi becomes a ghost. The ghosts have grievances and have nowhere to extend, so they often send messages to Yu. Wings spread and wave feathers can extend grievances. And feathers, bird literature. In the old days, there were literary dances, so-called literary dancers, holding feathers. Showing reverie. When the bird flaps its feathers, its wings capture the thoughts and feelings floating around. The yin and yang words convey the world, and the ghosts return to the earth. All ghosts return to the earth after their grievances are over, so they break off their wings and wander into the world. "