It was also the last day of my detention in my native

It was also my last day of aboriginal detention

I watched Wai From a distance, not to disturb her unique and ingenious business.

I hoped someone would stop and bargain with Her, but the people who came to the fair seemed only interested in POTS and pans, and no one even looked at the poems she had in her hand, which were perhaps worthless rubbish in the eyes of passers-by.

It was also the last day of my detention in my native

It was a warm spring afternoon, and I watched from a distance the loaves of the antique street. I could smell a familiar scent of mint, tahini and inkstone floating in the street.

I know that it comes not from the stack of poems for sale, nor from the skin of a woman whose fate has been wasted, but from the last memories of my old life.


It was also the last day of my detention in my native country.The next day the Pengguo people opened the closed road traffic for many days, and I got out of the sad city in the midst of a group of porters carrying salt.


I spent the rest of my life in the Temple of Bitter Bamboo hill.It is a place far away from Peng Guo and far away from the land of Xie Guo, which has been an ungoverned alpine forest area for centuries.

It is said that the buddhist monk Chuekong, who taught me in my youth, discovered this paradise first. He arrived here eight years before me and opened up the grain fields and vegetable gardens. The so-called Bitter Bamboo Temple also took him three years to build.


When I arrived at Kuzhushan, the monk Juekong had passed away.What he left me was an empty temple on the hill. Outside it was a grassy garden, and in the middle of that garden stood a wooden plaque, which was later praised all over the world, inscribed with the words “King in one bed.”


In the brush Grass, I picked up the Wolf Hair that I used to write in Sup Palace when I was a child, which means that monk Chueh-kong has been waiting for me for eight years.


Later, the state of Peng fought with the states of Chen and Di. Those who evaded military service moved to The Mountain with their sons and daughters, and the mountain gradually became prosperous.


Later people lived under the mountain, and on fine mornings they could clearly see the temple on the mountainside, and see a strange monk standing between two pine trees on a high rope, walking as fast as a fly or standing as still as a crane.

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  1. The TV drama should be originated from life and returned to life.Thanks for sharing the article, this article collection is very valuable.

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