I often dream about the past, and the past often appears in my dreams. I rarely give my brain some time to recall it. It is not because of the pace of life that is too fast, but because my steps are too hurrying. Once I think of those little by little, I can't help but feel a lot of feelings. I plan to write the past bit by bit into a book, just like "Records of the Grand Historian", which will spread my eternal life.

I have always thought that it is not suitable for writing articles at a young age, because it is difficult to make good articles without rich experience. During my writing process, I deeply felt that this view has a certain correctness. Therefore, I cannot spend a lot of time explaining a certain point of view, but just because my experience is too shallow. I think there is a lot of past events that can be used as the source of my writing. At least I will not be too exhausted. I was born in the countryside and grew up in the countryside. There are many fun things and strange phenomena in the countryside. I am really worried that writing some inexplicable things will surprise readers who have not lived in the countryside.

When I grew up, I walked out of the land that raised me, went to a distant place to study, and saw some outside world. Despite this, I saw a small world. Suddenly, I walked from the countryside that I had lived for more than ten years to the city, and there were many unaccustomed places, such as not speaking too loudly in the city. In the countryside, you don’t have such concerns. Usually, I shouted and chatted from this mountain to that mountain, which led me to enter the city, and sometimes I couldn’t control myself when answering the phone, and I would raise my voice without realizing it. For example, after I arrived in the city, I developed to go to bed at 1:00 a.m.

The habit of sleeping is to live between those brightly lit streets. Sleeping too early will make me panic. But it is different in the countryside. Basically, I snore at less than ten o'clock. What's even more serious is that I am not used to the way people use water in the city. I have to use up a bucket of water for washing my hands, and I have to use up the water volume of a tricycle after taking a bath. This discomfort comes from the lack of water since I was a child. My hometown has been dry all year round. The water people drink is stored "heavenly" water, so the animals can only drink groundwater. When people are in a hurry to use water, they can only drink bitter spring water with the animals.

I am not going to compare the city and the countryside for this book, because it is impossible to compare, each has its own advantages. I want to write some interesting stories about my childhood, some strange events that have been born in the village, and some unforgettable memories. Try to restore some real pictures, instead of making up random things, like writing martial arts novels, whenever I draw my sword, I get fire. If that is the case, I lose the motivation for my original intention to write this book, and it becomes boring.

I have a lot of worries, and many memories have been covered with for a long time. Even if I work very hard, I may not be able to remember them all, and I will not be able to continue writing. Furthermore, the writing style is limited and I may not express the exact meaning well, which will cause the originally simple working people to lose their due simplicity and honesty.

I bit the bullet and started writing down, stopping wherever I could. If I couldn't continue writing, I would slow down and continue writing after it was ready, striving to complete this memoir successfully. I tried my best to reflect some ordinary past events and let these words bring happiness and memories to more people.

On a mountain in our village, it is said that there is a very deep tunnel. The old people said that it was dug by their troops who avoided Ma Bufang. They also said that the tunnel started from the west end of the village and ended at the east end of the village. It was the mountain behind my house. These were clues provided by the old people. In recent years, they rarely went home, and at most two trips a year. The old people who told these stories basically had fewer trips every time I went back. There were very few people left in the village now, so about that tunnel, if not, it was called "secret passage"

"Well, fewer and fewer people know about the secret passage. Fortunately, when I was in elementary school, a group of primary school students were lit torches and walked towards the secret passage with a kind of admiration for their ancestors. Of course, parents must not know about the secret passage. Once they were revealed by their mother, I would suffer from flesh and blood. Before I digged into the secret passage, I made full use of the natural scientific knowledge of primary school and prepared to get a live chicken in and open the way for us first, so as not to lack oxygen inside to pay our lives. That would be too unprofitable.

I will talk about that secret story in detail in the follow-up story. I mentioned it here because I practice writing in advance to see if I can tell a ridiculous thing in a more organized way.

To be honest, there are many things in the countryside that are incomprehensible, but people living there regard some rules as gods, but those inexplicable things do not secretly manipulate people's nerves. For example, the strange things in that family, on the first night, the eldest daughter-in-law began to go crazy, and the degree of madness was uncontrollable later. The eldest could only ask the elders in the village. The elder smiled and told the eldest: It must be superstitious about the above things.

The boss was tortured by his wife's madness, so he went to the neighboring village to ask Mr. Yin and Yang to come to diagnose. Mr. Yin and Yang walked from the dark night to the light with calm steps. He looked at the eldest daughter-in-law and frowned, making people feel that this ghost must be difficult to deal with. So he took out a compass, yellow paper and other objects to start to deal with the devil, the sky and the earth... Bah! Go! Bah! Go! Everyone stared at Mr. Yin and Yang's every move, watching Mr. Yin and Yang's dignified Taoist robe move in the middle.

Sure enough, the eldest daughter-in-law was safe the next day, and the recovery was no different from that of normal people. When all the villagers were talking, the second daughter-in-law began to go crazy again, and the symptoms were exactly the same as the eldest daughter-in-law. If it weren't for a coincidence, everyone would think that the eldest daughter-in-law and the second daughter-in-law had discussed it. However, it was not reasonable to say that the eldest daughter-in-law and the second daughter-in-law had never interacted with each other, so how could it be colluded! The second daughter-in-law's crazy was also uncontrollable. The second child had to touch the same night to invite the Yin and Yang Mr. Yin and Yang Mr. Yin and Yang last night when they met the elders in the village, they smiled and greeted each other.

Ah! Bah! Go! Bah! Ah, Bah! Bah! Mr. Yin and Yang held a sword and swung and slashed in the air. It seemed that there were indeed some objects in the air. Everyone had serious expressions, watching Yin and Yang blow the devil to death in the oil pan. The second son's wife recovered. Mr. Yin and Yang said to his son embarrassedly, "That was your ancestor who didn't catch it last night. He ran to your house tonight. Now he has caught it, and there will be no problem. Remember! That bowl cannot be moved, and it must be kept forty-nine days."

Look! There are indeed many strange things in the village that make people puzzled. Such things are endless, which leads to the fact that when the people are sick, they will not take medicine first. They will ask Mr. Yin and Yang to draw a talisman and paste it on the door. In this way, the disease will be cured and it seems that it will disappear.

Let’s leave the story behind and I will tell you slowly. While listening to the latest things I told, follow me to re-trace those beautiful years! xh:.218.2o4.13
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