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This book is composed of six parts, which can be divided into two categories: one is the study of "Poetry" in the Western Han Dynasty, and the other is the study of the poetry creation form in the Western Han Dynasty, including the creation of Chu Sao, the "Three Major Groups of Poems" and the poems of "Yilin", etc. Different from monographs that are generally written according to procedures, each article embodies a strong "problem awareness" and is highly generalizable. When these articles are gathered together, the poetic style and poetry creation style explained by the Western Han Dynasty's "Poetry" theory are generally presented.

It rained hard and slowly for more than half a month. Rainwater pours into the Huaihe River from all directions. The water level in Wangjiaba has already exceeded the warning line, and the flood control situation is grim. Soldiers and civilians on both sides of the Huaihe River patrol the embankments day and night, prepare sufficient sand and gravel equipment, and strengthen dangerous embankments and dams to cope with possible greater floods. S Provincial Radio reporter Wei Siping, together with soldiers and civilians, fought day and night on the Huaihe River embankment. She herself couldn't remember how many people she interviewed and how many connections she sent. The clothes got wet and dried, and the shoes were filled with water, making a squeaking sound when walking. His eyes had been soaked in rain and sweat for a long time, were covered with bloodshot eyes, and were sore and painful. The hair that was wetted by the rain was in strands, like braids. Wei Siping relied on her good health and dedication to her work as a reporter to persevere. When it got light, the rain finally stopped.

The sound of the bells on the donkey's neck, the squeaking sound of the wheels rolling through the snow, and the whistle of the northwest wind merge into a sad song of farewell. Hei Ya bit the corner of the turban, with tears in her eyes, and whipped the donkey one after another. She wanted to rush to the station in one step, and how much she wanted to ask the donkey to walk slowly so that she could stay with Yu Chen for a while. As the train roared, Hei Ya pushed Yu Liaochen onto the train. Yu Liaochen opened the car window and gave one of the two jade bracelets to Hei Ya. Hei Ya held it in both hands, pressed it on her chest, and ran with the moving train. She was filled with gratitude, resentment and farewell, and was filled with so much sorrow that it was difficult to express it in words. Shortly after the Huaihai Campaign, a militia team came to the village to clean up the countryside, suppress bandits and hegemons, and wipe out the remnants of the Kuomintang on a large scale. Yu Renxin was a key target of the dictatorship. The villain complained, but the Yu family's servant Lang San bit back, accusing Yu Renxin of bullying men and dominating women, exploiting the poor, and killing people. The militiamen took Yu Renxin out, beat him up, and locked him up. He died within a few days of his release.

Suddenly, an order came down to change National Highway 301, which had passed through Daliuzhuang for more than half a century, to the north of the village, to be heightened and widened, and to be built into a fast green channel. The rerouted national roadbed was right on my grandfather's grave. Supporting national construction is the overall situation. There is nothing to say. Everyone, dead and alive, must do their best. My grandfather's cemetery will naturally need to be moved to another place. I accompanied my mother, uncle Liu Changshui, and concubine Fan Caiyu to move my grandfather's grave. In rural areas, moving tombs and demolishing temples, weddings and funerals are all major events, and etiquette must be paid attention to and no carelessness is allowed. When moving the graves of the elderly, the future generations will always feel unspeakable sadness in their hearts. They will think of many old events, joys and sorrows, and surge of emotions, a kind of yearning for their ancestors. My mother, uncle, and concubine all told my grandfather's story with tears in their eyes.