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Chapter 2 That Era

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    There are many things in the world. For the individual as a human being, except for crying bitterly, he is so powerless and at a loss. They are called human things.  Whether you are willing to take on the script of life or not, as a human being, you can only meet and face it.  Accept or give up, resist or fight, no matter what the process is, no matter what the ending is, you can only keep going.  So those poor people, in order to find an outlet for self-comfort in their own lives, end up living in jokes, watching other people's jokes to comfort themselves, turning around, and becoming someone else's joke again.  It is in such jokes and being laughed at that people find a little so-called comfort that belongs to their own lives.

    Every life has a story, and every family has a long, long story.  Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite.  The protagonist of today's long, long story is an ordinary and ordinary family, but their story captures all aspects of the world.  The hero of the story is Li Changqing, who was born and bred, and has been a farmer for generations, just like nearly half of the farmers living in the land of China.  He can't talk about the poetic "deep love for this land", but he has never left the land where he was born in his whole life. He has witnessed the black or white stories in this land, and he is also here.  There are black and white people living on this land, and there is no clear dividing line between black and white.  Too dark, sorry for the conscience of being born as a human being, too white, there is no way to survive in this dangerous world.

    The village where Li Changqing lives is a small village with less than 100 households. There is a big family in the village, whose roots all come from an old man. Later, through generations of development, Li Changqing's generation is already the fourth generation.  Almost every family in the village can be related to the relatives of seven aunts and eight aunts, but the relationship in the village has always had the fate of "one generation of relatives, two representatives, and three generations".  The relationship between them is too insignificant in the face of that difficult livelihood, and no one has the leisure to seriously calculate the closeness during the few meetings in a lifetime.  In addition to the extremely close relationship between the two generations, most relatives have also become distant from each other over the years.  However, once in a while, very occasionally, someone will seriously calculate the relationship at a certain moment when they meet each other, until it is proved that they are descendants of the same ancestor, and then they each drown in the sea of ??people.

    This small village has an elegant name: Qingxi Village.  According to folk legends that cannot be proved to be scientific or not, Qing means "a home that has accumulated goodness, there must be Yu Qing"; Xi means "going far west, there must be heaven".  The word "West" has a magical artistic conception in the words of Chinese culture. The holy land in Chinese culture is the West Paradise. The "Journey to the West" written by Wu Chengen, a novelist in the Ming Dynasty, has sowed spiritual food in the spiritual will of countless generations of Chinese people.  seed.  The calamity of ninety-nine and eighty-one is not the portrayal of every living person's life?  In order to reach the Western Holy Land, one must slay demons all the way.

    Western Paradise, where every life belongs.

    I don't know which literati and ink writers chose this elegant name for the ordinary small village on this land, although choosing a name was a delicate skill in ancient China.  However, with the passage of time, when more and more people were busy making a living, there was a time when many vulgar names occupied this sacred position, and those blurted words casually followed a life for a lifetime.  The elegance of Qingxi has long lost the cultural connotation of the person who named it back then, and has only become a symbol in people's lives, a symbol, a symbol of the villagers living here with less than one hundred households.  But no matter vulgar or elegant, life is life, and where there is life, there is a story.  On this ordinary and insignificant land, Qingxi Village, with less than one hundred households, is another reproduction of "Journey to the West".  However, the superpowers of various demons and ghosts have changed their appearance, and the story of the coexistence of kindness and evil spirits is still staged.  The fate of those specific era backgrounds, the magical director produced one after another excerpts, those seemingly ordinary lives stubbornly took root in that land, absorbed nutrition, and then moved towards the future with different postures and shapes.  The direction of the sky grows.

    No matter how the world changes, no matter whether people pay attention to the new tombs in the barren mounds, no matter whether there are history books to write about their ordinaryness, as one of the microcosms of countless villages in China, the same story may be staged here, and a unique story may be written here.  The historical records, the people living in this land let people see the desire for a better life in the bones of the Chinese sons and daughters and the wisdom of tenacious survival in difficult times.  At the same time, they still silently proclaim to the world: We have lived in this cruel and beautiful world with our own wisdom.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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