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After a day’s rest, I turned off the phone. There were invitations yesterday noon and evening, so I quit unconsciously. However, it is time to quit the drinking in the past week. Once you have a rest, you will accompany your family. I cooked a meal at noon, and made it better at night. I prepared a chicken and a fish. See if your craft is as described in the book. My wife said, “it’s related to the hit of” China on the tip of the tongue “. I smiled but didn’t answer, looking at the fowl with rising fragrance, thinking. This kind of culture which has been inherited for thousands of years, the unique diet tradition of China and China, one of the treasures of the nation, is thousands of miles or thousands of miles, all because of the secular life of this nation, the plain quality has a long history and the crystallization of wisdom. Therefore, with the development of human taste buds, it is the brilliance, flowing wind, rivers and mountains of this land that rotate and rise together. However, what role will each body play in the vast river and rich soil? The drunkenness a few days ago made strange dreams appear one by one in extreme excitement and in the legendary booming illusion like taking drugs. Last night seemed to be just a picture of circulation, a TV series of self-acting and self-directed, about the memory and changes in the youth, and the fantasy and evolution of the work of the unit. I am a talking livestock, a donkey which lost its direction to grind. In the morning, the nightmare that suddenly appeared was because my heart had met the examination in recent days. The Crisis and danger that appeared increasingly tired made me wake up from my dream and say the above words. The dream image of the night before was chased by a flock of snakes. What’s more surprising is that animals such as huge poultry like adults exist in groups of groups in a dark area like hell, working and cultivating. This kind of dream or reality makes me often dream, but it is always beyond my expectation and the scene is colorful. Are these not the real field, but the world of another domain? Are those different foreign objects with different images the so-called ghosts and demons? Terrible and strange, surprised and doubtful, such dreams or reality. My soul is constantly wandering between these two worlds, shuttling between the two interfaces. No, maybe in the star point feeling of real work, in the preparation of a dinner party in reality, another interface of writing and story is entered. In this more real land, on the more magical land, like that huge cock, dragging the ploughshare, silently and surprisingly ploughing. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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