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The river in my hometown, the river dripping from the hillside, can not reflect the blue sky, nor a white cloud, next to the Tiancheng who gave birth to me and raised me, in Tiancheng, I have my old parents and the Chinese house they built when they were young. Now it is dilapidated. The house that fed me up has suffered too much rain, snow, wind and frost. On the Well platform of my hometown, there were flowers and plants planted by my smart little sister who died of illness. No one looked at them, and I was haggard and dying in the weeds. I was filled with sorrowful and burning smoke to commemorate. This world, and my too much loss. The path of hometown is infinitely far away. Generation after generation, with feet, step out, full of countless sweat, tears and laughter. Many familiar faces are only preserved in memory; On both sides of the path, countless tombs of them are scattered. This path is our common cradle. In the lullaby, we gave birth, and then slept for a long time. (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow vanished in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…