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August 19, 2022
In the midsummer of 2018, I stayed in Xianting for a few days for the first time. Since then, the sound of the creaking door, the sound of the dripping rain, and the crisp morning Wuwu, echoed in my ears from time to time...
Going back to Xianting, as soon as you walk into this quaint house, your heart will calm down, as safe as returning home.
What remains in my memory is the happy time of meeting with friends in the living room at night, chatting, drinking tea, and baking tofu; when I wake up in the morning, I open the door and see the distant sky and the trees in the courtyard... a new day , it was opened in this clear and clear distinction.
This time, I still stayed for seven days, and I still couldn’t let go...I miss the days of living in Xianting, miss the delicious food cooked by Xianting’s sister, and miss everything in Xianting...
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