In QingSi pieces of xiao hong's former Early. The lunar LaBa. 24 degrees below zero. Xiaohong died 68 years dying.
In the morning, we set a drive to hulan, their hometown to bring the reputation and honor and life anguish, work was constant moving woman writer.
Naive cold. "La seven LaBa, frozen off chin". Windy gas diffusing, seems to be designed for this sentence minyan evidence. I think of the year before last year, also so cold day, is their her, my arms and legs are frozen. Xiaohong murmur, is in the south of passed fremden land, but she is human day, farewell hometown most cold.
I don't remember how many times you went to waterway. Every time the way there, mind unconsciously depressed up. The road to hulan, as setting a sad program. Was looking out the window of common northern custom, I can always see a woman frail figure - the XinBiTianGao disease did xiao ran out from his home, town, carries on distant dream and hope, to the outside world interloper.
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