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As soon as it got dark, Sanxi's father finished tidying up the yard, checked the door bolts, then stood in the middle of the yard, coughed loudly, and said, "It's okay to go to bed early, we have to go downhill tomorrow." This was meant for his daughter-in-law in the west room, which meant it was time to blow out the lamp. In the past, there was no need to say these words a second time. Before he could finish his words, the light in the west room went dark. Today was a little different, until he and Sanxi Niang were about to go to bed. When they lay down and leaned back, they saw that the lights in the west room were still on. Sanxi's father muttered, "Why are you lighting the lamp and boiling oil so late?" Sanxi Niang said forget it and leave it alone. I haven't seen you become a rich man even after a long time. Sanxi's father said you made a good point. If it weren't for our province, our family would have gone begging for food. The old couple just fell asleep arguing. The nights in the countryside were long and they couldn't sleep on the kang, so the old couple lay there talking in the dark.

There is a kind of love, a thought lasts a lifetime, it becomes a trustworthy thing, and it never surrenders to time. There is a kind of love that lasts a lifetime, so it is a good story and will never fade away in history. In "One Thought Moves, One Thought Bewitches the City - The Heartbreakingly Beautiful Love of the Republic of China", we review the past of the talented men and beauties of the Republic of China, ponder the strangeness, fragrance and happiness of love itself, and gain insights into the secrets, courage and glory of their lives. Zhu Ziqing and Chen Zhuyin Hu Shi and Jiang Dongxiu Xiong Xiling and Mao Yanwen Zhao Yuanren and Yang Buwei Shen Congwen and Zhang Zhaohe Qian Zhongshu and Yang Jiang Cai E and Xiaofengxian Yang Xianyi and Gladys The smoke and dust of the years, the migration of fate, and the joys and sorrows of love reflect the romance of an era. This is the attitude of the Republic of China and the taste of the East. Or whispering and sighing, or yearning passionately, or enjoying the wind and rain, or holding hands for many years.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon when Lu Min left home. At that time, his son Lin Lin was still playing with his computer. When she hurried out, she raised her head and glanced at the sky. There was only a trace of clouds in the sky. Although the sun was still high in the sky, the clouds were a little red. Mimi yelled and chased after her. She scolded it loudly and shut it back into the house. She heard the little thing scratching the door loudly, and called Lin Lin loudly: "Don't just lie there, feed Mimi." She couldn't hear her son's answer, only the keyboard was still crackling. She left, thinking as she walked, this child couldn't continue like this, her whole life was taken up by a computer. Lu Min went to the Evening News to attend a readers' symposium.