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This man is careful but not young, he is sensible and has good intentions. Geng Nian thought. I can't fall, that's why I can't fall! He thought. I don't want Yuan Peng to be my son, I want to do something big. Everyone should have a bright face, so I want to do something big for this. In Geng Nian, the darkness was no longer in his eyes. He gritted his teeth, tightened his belt again and again and pushed forward. They walked on the grass for six days and six nights, and finally came to a place called Banyou.

The Japanese captured Nanjing and carried out a massacre in Nanjing. Corpses were everywhere and rivers of blood flowed. The Japanese captured civilians to salvage the corpses and asked the corpse-recovering team to make a batch of kites, which were painted with chrysanthemums and sharp swords, symbolizing Japan's ambition to conquer China and the world... Under the kites of "lost chrysanthemums and broken flowers, broken swords with dull blades", only Shunfeng survived.

Hong Guangtian, secretary of the Southeast Hunan Branch of the Young Communist Party, suddenly disappeared, and the organization sent Dai Yaohua to take over his job. Dai Yaohua asked Tang Jiwen, a country scholar, to come out and help him reopen his school. Tang Jiwen explained Chinese traditional culture to the students, and Dai Yaohua told him that there are good things in the "Four Books and Five Classics", but this society still needs to understand more truths...

The small green seedling was like the sun between the fingers, illuminating every corner of their hearts. A kind of power flowed from the fingertips to the whole body. The highland barley seedling was passed among the people. They all held it at the fingertips and watched intently. No one spoke, and the grass was very quiet.

A touch of red gauze flashed before his eyes and passed by, no! It wasn't red gauze, it was clearly some red silk threads that were quickly pulled away from Kang Zheng's eyes. Kang Zheng is in his fifties and looks a little older than his actual age. He is a widower. That year he and his wife went to the market, and his wife took a boat to help. Who knows what happened, but she fell into the water and was swept away by the rapids, and died. People say he is a womanizer, but he has no intention of marrying again. It would be useless if he did, because no one would marry him. That was eighteen years ago. Eighteen years have passed, and he doesn't feel anything. He thinks it's good to live alone, but he is afraid that he will kill another woman. Kang Zheng put down the hoe in his hand, wiped his eyes a few times and looked, nothing? The situation suddenly seemed like a dream. Ghost. He thought.