Cheng Bi watched Li San get out of the car, but did not go to her parents' bedroom, but went straight to the study. She was sensitive to the fact that her parents seemed not as peaceful as they seemed on the surface. They must be hiding many things from her.
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Xiaolan avoided everyone and took a taxi from a side door to the address given by Chengbi. Since Chengbi had already called Miaoling, Xiaolan successfully completed the task assigned by Chengbi even though they had never met.
After sending Xiaolan away, Miaoling opened the scroll sent by Chengbi. It was a thin piece of silk with an elegy written by Chengbi himself:
(I would like to dedicate this document to the ordinary builders who have devoted their youth, shed their blood, and left their hometowns and relatives for the highway cause. You are great and lovely heroes of the people!)
The spring breeze does not want to come, but I have come to settle down; the scorching sun follows me like a shadow, and the sweat drops soak the soil and sand; the cool autumn rain makes me frown with worry; I have no time to look at the scenery all the time, and the snow falling in front of the tent is just a flower.
There are high mountains and ridges, the sky is like the mouth of a well, and the Nu River is next to the cliff; tigers, wolves, snakes and lizards are hidden in the forest, except for apes and birds. Look at me flying across the rainbow, drawing a blueprint on the cliff; the ladder to the sky and the stone stacks are connected, and from now on I am connected with the world.
The flying sand in the desert and the eternal ice peaks stand towering and lonely; drinking snow, chewing vegetables and trampling on the desolation, awakening the dead silence and killing. Just like Hada surrounded by winding paths leading to secluded places; Golmud is the most magnificent and famous, and Tanggula is immortal in history.
The white waves surge into the sky, the turbulent waves rise and fall hundreds of feet high; the boat appears and disappears in the wind and clouds, and suddenly no one cries to leave. A crescent moon is set up to connect north and south, east and west; iron ropes are forged across the river, and the natural chasm becomes a clear path.
Entering the sea, you can get a glimpse of the Dragon Palace, winding for thousands of miles; I hate that there is no shark tail and Kun body, and it is difficult to cross the canyon to see relatives. Giant dragons are built in the water, and the ice crystal shines through the moon; the two islands of Qingdao and Huang finally join hands, and the two islands of Xiang'an and Jiaowan
connected.
My head is covered with snow, my temples are covered with frost, and there are already sixty-five-year-old flowers on my face; I look up and think to myself, the journey of thousands of miles is long; a wisp of ghost, borrowing the wind to return home, timidly stops to look.
On that day, a beautiful girl looked out of the window, and a swaddling baby smiled; white clothes beat the snow, and the pen and ink were lavish, describing the beauty; knowing that the king wanted to go to another country, he nodded and endured sorrow, even the birds knew the sorrow, and refused to play lightly; they shed tears
I look back frequently and say goodbye to the long pavilion.
For decades, my eyes are filled with the vast sky. I don’t know where my smile is now. I am desolate under the moonlight in my solitary grave. If I had to start over in the next life, my heart would have no regrets and love without bounds.
At the end, everyone in the studio cried. The scenes described in this word appeared in their minds and before their eyes. Some of them had heard of it, and some of them had experienced it personally. It was just possible.
I didn't feel anything when I was in it at the time, but now when I look back at it, I have a different feeling.
Especially Shizuka, when she saw the sentence "The lonely grave is desolate under the moon", she couldn't help crying. When she left the village with her father, she was still full of hope. She also imagined that as long as they, father and daughter, work hard
, maybe in two years she can go back to school, go to college like other peers, and realize her dream.
But in just half a year, not only did she not make much money, but she also lost her father's life. However, she knew that her father had no regrets in his heart. Although she only worked for half a year, his father had been in this industry for almost 20 years.
As the only main laborer in the family, he is more grateful for his work. When Shizuka was a child, she didn't hear many fairy tales. When her father came home during the holidays, the ones he told her most about the construction site were
