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That night, the drizzle drifted in the sky, as if people were singing and crying, telling the whispers of soul. All of a sudden, a black car rushed towards me like a bohemian wild horse. My uncle’s body floated lightly and the blood splashed and became the spray in the rain, the bright red patch dyed the clean road, and my uncle died terribly. The sunset glow came after him, not letting go of a cloud. Uncle is 45 years old this year. He has no marriage history and has a poor life. He walked on the street with his pocket in his right hand. Hair is ruthlessly grinded into sand dune by years, and the swamp is a piece. Fingers turn yellow, losing luster like dry firewood. Dust was deposited in the clothes, which were all broken. His eyes looked at the sky in a daze, and the floating shadow of clouds followed him until it disappeared in the darkness of the night. He giggled while reading the seemingly incomprehensible Heavenly books and meaningless words. Passers-by saw him coming, patting them with his hands like waving dirty mosquitoes in the air, shouting loudly: The madman is coming, the madman is coming……. There was a large area of land waiting for land reclamation in the field. It was already the tenth day, and my uncle helped my aunt do farm work. Just at noon, in the hot summer, the dog hid at home for summer heat, stretching out his tongue to heat heat, and walking around with breath. Lazy people all hid in their homes, blowing fans. Sweat still kept falling, shouting loudly that it was so hot. Layers of sweat were densely covered in uncle’s clothes, and there was a swamp. The crooked body supported the hoe, and a barren land turned into loose land, which could grow crops. My little aunt smiled and asked uncle to go home for dinner. There were meals on the table: there was a hint of pickles and several cabbages in the withered rice, and soup remained in the cold air. At noon a few days ago, a middle-aged man came over for dinner. There was a big bowl of fish and meat on the table, and the golden oil smell spread the whole tile house. The funeral was held, and the Taoist priest hummed a song without knowing the name to stabilize the soul of the dead, which was the heart of the world. Because the perpetrator of reason, to Uncle compensation 200,000. Many people gathered in the room, talking and laughing. Grandma sat in front of the coffin with a trace of blood on her mouth, shouting: my son, my son……. The hoarse voice floated in the air without any strength. Three days later, my uncle was buried on the mountain. The brothers discussed how to deal with this sum of money. The amount of business was divided according to the population of the family. My little aunt looked at everyone fiercely and said, “How can this be? Then my family has only a little money. The brothers also made do with each other, standing there with their faces sideways, as if the generals on the battlefield pointed to the history of military power. Grandma said firmly: Don’t be like this. It’s up to you. Grandma waved her hands at them with her bulging hands, and disappeared in the twilight. I can’t see your face even one foot away from heaven. In my memory, you always filled my pocket of childhood with snacks. My envious eyes gave me the warmth that I hadn’t seen for a long time. Uncle, are you okay? May the heaven be full of flowers, love you and smile forever. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…