Song Tan's Chronicles

I like this book very much, so I also want to make some contribution. Because the time is limited, I can only do it bit by bit. If I am satisfied with the description in the article I will also make a real rendering later Wait for me to work hard I am professional in house painting, but my reading comprehension is a bit poor. Please mention what is wrong with the description in the article, because there are several places where I have not thought about what the author is describing, mainly because my brain is not flexible

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I have been following "Song Tan Chronicle" for a long time, but I have never thought about any profound issues. It's an online article, it's enough to be relaxing and enjoyable while reading it. But the progress of the past few days made me realize an advanced routine of most online articles: if you are poor, you can be alone, and if you are successful, you can help the world. In recent years, we have indeed moved faster and faster in terms of cultural self-confidence. The unique cultural form and core are completely different from American values. Perhaps it is this unique heritage that allows us to resist the invasion of LGBT after assimilating feminism. Except for Xiaofu Ji'an's farming articles and house fighting articles, the underlying logic of all articles that establish the protagonist's image is this. When the energy is small, it will shine in a small place. When the energy is high, it will work hard to change the original rules. This is different from the cultural concept that Spider-Man has always been a photojournalist. I really like "Chronicles of Song Tan". As the protagonist, Song Tan travels to the world of cultivating immortals and fails, then comes back, and relies on the true energy left in his body to achieve wealth through farming. It's real farming and real getting rich. The story is logical and organized, not mindless. The details of rural life are also written very realistically, which makes me, who grew up in the countryside, feel the same way. The protagonist in this article plays more of an interlude role. His image is not outstanding at all, but many supporting roles are wonderful. Security captain Chen Yuan is a retired disabled outstanding soldier; as a former outstanding soldier, he must have a strong willpower and a high sense of honor, and he is not able to accept a mediocre life. No, I am wrong to say that. It should be said that I am not able to accept other people's different eyes, even if this difference is not derogatory. When I came to Song Tan's farmland, although I still worked as a security guard, I stayed with many similar veterans and kept practicing my self-requirements. Life seemed to be just like the army. Secretary Xiao Zhu, the village party secretary who is a descendant of high-ranking cadres, is also my favorite character. Her family background allows her to plan every step of her career early. She may not be very romantic, but romance cannot be eaten. This is quite suitable for the suggestions that Shi Naian summarized for us seven hundred years ago: "A weak mother becomes a merchant, a strong father becomes a minister, the family wants to stay in their place of origin, and a poor family leaves for another place." "Weak mother" and "strong father" do not literally mean a weak mother and a strong father, but refer to the strength of the family background. When the family background is weak, Shi Naian recommends that the younger generation choose to go into business; while if the family background is strong, it is suitable to go into politics. There are many other shining characters, such as the gangster cousin Yan Ping who wears high heels, the 70-year-old old lady who rolls around and takes off her clothes to complain about harassment, Tian Tian, who has explosive mobility... Sailing against the current will lead to retreat, which is what the elders have been saying since childhood; Returning home in fine clothes is what must be done after success; It is the self-requirement of a scholar to be good at oneself when one is poor and to benefit the world at the same time; The scent of plum blossoms emerges from the sharp edge of a sword from the bitter cold, which is self-comfort in a difficult situation; Each of these characters is like the relatives and friends around them laughing and scolding, and working hard to move forward! Yes, no matter what we do, no matter our level of education, we are all working hard to move forward.

All things reincarnate, and flowers bloom and fall again. This is the second year that Song Tan returns to his hometown. Today is the Qingming Festival, and there is a light drizzle in the sky. On this important festival, Song Tan deliberately got up early and woke up her sleepy brother Song Qiao. She returned from the bright and bustling big city to the pleasant countryside. This was the first Qingming Festival after her work that she was not in a hurry. Although it is already April, the weather is still slightly chilly. With the drizzle and breeze unique to the Qingming Festival, people can't help but feel excited and warm up. After a simple wash and teeth brushing, Song Tan stretched and looked at his grandparents and grandparents who were warming themselves by the fire in the yard. Their faces were plump and radiant, and they were all filled with happy smiles. If you listened carefully, they were talking about his heroic deeds when he was young. Not long after, the family sat at the dining table, and bowls of preserved egg and lean meat porridge were served. The blend of white porridge, preserved eggs and lean meat gave the porridge a charming fragrance, coupled with finely shredded yellow ginger and emerald green onions. , Which sublimated the bowl of porridge and aroused the greed in everyone's stomach. Qiao Qiao looked at the elder who had not yet moved his chopsticks and just licked his lips. After his grandfather moved his chopsticks, Qiao Qiao followed suit and ate happily, enjoying the delicious food in front of him. After eating and drinking, Song Tan took the paper money and some tributes, and took Song Qiao to worship his ancestors. "Sister, can I live broadcast with my mobile phone? Qiao Qiao wants to teach the children how to celebrate the Qingming Festival." At this time, Qiao Qiao was already an anchor with 500,000 fans. After Song Tan heard Song Qiao's words , squatted down and said to Qiao Qiao seriously: "Qiao Qiao, worshiping ancestors is a very serious matter. Children will have their elders teach them the customs of Qingming worship, so this time we will not teach live. It will disturb the ancestors." Hearing Song Tan's words, Qiao Qiao was stunned for a moment. Although Qiao Qiao, who was mentally challenged, did not fully understand what Song Tan said, she still nodded obediently "I listen to my sister. "Yes, but sister, why don't our ancestors move in with us like our grandparents?" Listening to Qiao Qiao's words, Song Tan was also stunned. She thought that Qiao Qiao still had no concept of death, so she was not in a hurry. He got angry, pulled Qiao Qiao to sit down on the small bench, and explained patiently "Qiao Qiao, because our ancestors went to a far away place and lived very happily there." "Is he dead? I will never see you again. It's not here, right sister!" Maybe it was the nourishment of spiritual energy and the fact that Song Qiao had seen the same plot in many puzzle cartoons that made him blurt out this sentence. Song Tan heard Song Qiao's words and did not answer. This made Song Qiao excited and said very loudly "In the future, my father, mother, grandparents, and grandma will all leave Qiao Qiao and never come back again!" When he said this, Qiao Qiao had already brought him with him She burst into tears, and even the alert Song Tan failed to catch up to Qiao Qiao's words. The four elders who had long been attracted by Qiao Qiao and stopped talking and laughing looked at each other, and then the most talkative among them walked to Qiao Qiao's side, and patted Qiao Qiao's shoulder with his hand. "Qiaoqiao, have you ever observed the sunrise and sunset?" Song Tan stood up and gave the small bench to his grandfather Song Youde, and then sat on the cement steps not far away. "Of course, Qiao Qiao likes the sunrise the most, because it shines warmly on her body. It's often chilly at sunset, and Qiao Qiao doesn't like it at all!" Qiao Qiao thought for a moment, and then answered her grandfather's words. "Qiao Qiao, sunrise is actually the same as sunset. They are manifestations of natural laws. Human birth, old age, illness and death are also natural laws. This is the natural replacement of the old with the new. There is no way to stop it, and there is no way to choose. But we can enjoy every process of life. As long as Qiao Qiao cherishes every day spent with her loved ones, she will not have to worry about this. The problem is troublesome! " The comfort provided by Song Youde's temporary organization was actually far-fetched. Song Tan even thought that her grandfather Song Youde had moved away to avoid Song Qiao's problem, but thinking of the scene where one day her relatives would eventually leave, she couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness in her eyebrows. However, looking at Song Qiao who seemed to understand Song Youde's words, she quickly hid her sadness. Song Tan knew that the topic was not suitable for further discussion. He held a small sacrificial basket in one hand, and stretched out his other hand to Song Qiao, and said: "Qiaoqiao, let's go with my sister to worship our ancestors~" Song Qiao held her sister's hand He held his hand and walked towards the outside of the yard, but this time he looked back three times. Looking at his grandfather who was getting up slowly, he felt that his grandfather's body was becoming more and more majestic. As the distance between the two people continued to widen, his majestic body began to fade, and then seemed to begin to merge with the slowly rising sun in the sky. At this time, Qiao Qiao looked at the sun in the sky becoming more and more rosy, and felt warm on his body, just like the warmth brought by his grandfather when he gently touched his shoulders. {"TopicId":"861615271172767744","TopicName":"The wind is rising and the Qingming Festival is coming"}{"TopicId":"597004991063982080","TopicName":"Weekly fan submissions"}

The first three are snacks that I used to have when I was a kid. I would run into the woods to look for them every day after school. The first kind will turn your tongue purple after you eat it, and then your friends will stick out their tongues and pretend to be ghosts; the second kind is full of thorns, and there is nothing to eat, just a thin layer of skin on the surface to chew the juice, but it is also a rare good snack in those years. Every time you pick it, you have to come back and pick the thorns in your fingers with a needle; Have you guys eaten it?

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