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In the vast and deep northern night sky, Orion 1, 2, 3 are running side by side. Many of the villages that correspond to these three stars lurk in low-lying areas, plains, or dense groves of trees, and all of them crow in the middle of the night. As the three stars came to rest over a village called Chaur, the long cries of the chickens echoed from the village, echoing the cries of the chickens in the whole of the northern lands. The crowing of the chickens rose up one after another. In the dim light, the wild chickens in the bushes outside the village also became restless. The male pheasants held their head high and raised their chests, letting out a series of cries. The owl, which had been running all night, quieted down and squatted on the branches of the elm. The only sound that could be heard was the occasional cry of the Monkey Face Eagle. The people of the village woke up to the cries of the birds, went out for a piss or a nap, and fell back to sleep.

The village of Chaur lay in the northeast, at the bottom of the southwest, in the south, along the course of the river, where the labourers lived; in the east, along the hill, where the dead rested; and in the old elms, where the people could not see, lived the gods they believed in.

There were more than two hundred families in Chaer village, half of them tiled and the other half mud houses. The houses were scattered to the south and west of the village, following the course of the river that flowed in front of the village. To the north of the village was an open field with crops growing on it. A road ran north through the fields, connecting with the nearby villages. On both sides of the highway, lush white poplars grew.

The dead of the village lived on the eastern slopes of Chaur. Many years ago, there was a large elm tree in this area. Every year when there was a drought, villagers would slaughter pigs and sheep under the elm tree to beg for rain. It was said that it was very effective. "Over time, this large elm tree became known as the Divine Tree." In the period of the Cultural Revolution, the "four old" believed that rain was a superstitious thing. Back then, people were in high spirits, fighting against the heavens and fighting against the earth, leading water up the mountain to irrigate the farmland, there was no need for rain; at that time, people were in high spirits, shaking the earth and struggling to reform nature, infuriating the Dragon King into defying the heavens! Thus, he chopped down the divine tree. Although the divine tree was gone, this place was still called the divine tree. The poor peasants who worked on this land died and were buried here. In the old days, there was a place for rain, but today, it was a place for mass graves. As a result, there was a large mound here. There were two people sleeping under each mound, sometimes snoring from it, but they never woke up.

Through the sparse shrubbery of the cemetery, one could see the endless rice fields at the foot of the slope, and beyond the horizon, one could faintly see the towers of wind power. If one looked at this slope from a distance, there would always be mist drifting in the air. Under the sunlight, he could even see the ground constantly shaking. Behind this graveyard was a mountain of earth, and beneath his feet was grain and rice. The feng shui science of the cemetery said, "With your back against the mountains and your feet on the river, you will definitely become a high official." It seemed that the descendants of the deceased would be able to become high officials in the future!

This graveyard was still fine during the day, but occasionally, a few crows would come out and visit. It was always very quiet, and there was nothing out of the ordinary about it. In the evening it was not so good, and in the evening, when someone passed by, they would always feel the wind in their ears, tickling their ears like tiny blades of grass; or else they would feel that someone would put their hands on your shoulders and jump after you; or that someone would stand upright in the shadows of the bushes, with a ghastly look on their pale face; or that there would be a Old Man or an old woman who would stop you and tell you who was his son in the village. And then he said to you, Go back and tell my son to repair the house for me. The man went to the house as instructed. The son of the family went to the cemetery the next day and found that the fox had indeed made a big hole in his parents' grave.

At one point, the village's oldest, Old Zhang, went to the rice fields to see how the rice was growing. As he passed the graveyard on the slope, he felt the wind blowing on him from nowhere, and his back was cold. He quickly avoided the bushes and walked along the path in the field. He looked back and saw a cloud in the sky above the graveyard. When the cloud flew over the village, it paused for a moment, then flew back in the direction it had come from, following a flock of crows as they flew over the paddy field and further away …

It was said that the village of Chaur had many secrets. Old Zhang filled a bag with smoke and took a deep breath. After thinking about it, he concluded that it was.

At first the smoke from the chimneys of every house was like a tree, but then the smoke from every house came together, like the tops of a tree. There are several accounts of the village, and some say that the first people who came to the place were old cowboys who had been lost decades ago in a production team. Some people say that the first people to live here are Wang Tiejuan, who once grew melons on the sand hill south of the village. But the most plausible legend is that my master was the first to come here, and that the prince of Dulbert's banner allowed my master to manage the lands, grasslands, and rivers. It could be said that my master was very popular at that time, because he owned a large area of fertile land, vast grasslands, flocks of cattle and sheep. When it came to my grandfather's generation, the family path began to fall.

I had a half brother, and my brother's grandfather was hardworking and frugal. As for my grandfather and the other two brothers, they were eating, drinking, and gambling. Thus, the three brothers started to sell their land, and my brother's grandfather, Chen Wanjin, bought the land that my grandfather sold. Gradually, my brother's grandfather Chen Wanjin became a village landowner. While my grandfather and the other two brothers became completely poor peasants. One winter day, Chen Wanjin was puffing his pipe as he walked through the village. Behind him was his henchman Han Fushou and a servant carrying a spear. At that time, my grandfather and the other two brothers were sitting under a dilapidated wall in the sun. The warm winter sun caused the three brothers to squint, looking drowsy.

Seeing the three of them, Chen Wanjin began to ridicule them: "Looking at the various countries and homes, it's all thanks to your diligent and thrifty abilities."

My grandfather opened his eyes and glanced at him. "Don't be so formal with me. No one understands your words!"

Chen Wanjin continued: "I can't make sense to you people who haven't studied before!"

Third Master Ye glanced at Chen Wanjin, then said a line of poetry that he had learned from an unknown brothel in order to reply to Chen Wanjin: "The world is in chaos, Liu Xiang originally did not study. What's the use of reading that shitty book? It's not suitable for eating or drinking. " Chen Wanjin glanced at the three brothers, seeing that he had nothing to say to them, he shook his head and sighed, then led Han Fushou and the servant away.

My great grandfather, Bao Da Jin Ya, looked at Chen Wanjin's disappearing figure and muttered to himself: "You can just pretend!"

Soon after, the land revolution began in the Northeast. The peasants played landowners and divided the land under the leadership of the Communist Party. My brother's grandfather, Chen Wanjin, as the village's great landlord, without any suspense, became the target of a struggle, and was eventually shot by the farmers' association.

History always loves to joke around. My grandfather, who was supposed to be a big landlord, became the representative of the Poor Farmers' Association. As for my brother's grandfather, Chen Wanjin, he was lying on a sand hill in Jiang Sui forever. This was tantamount to my grandfather stealing a donkey, my brother's grandfather, Chen Wanjin, went to pull out a pin, and in the end, the person who pulled out the nail was punished.

In China, great people are often first known by birth. This implies that a great man is destined to be a great man when he is born. For example, the great hero of Mongolia, Timuzhen, was born with a bird outside his tent. The bird cried out, "Genghis! Genghis!" After that, Timuzhen became the Genghis Khan. When Hengzu was born, his father, Old Man Liu, dreamed that a dragon was having a relationship with his mother and gave birth to Liu Peng. This seems to tell people that Liubang is not a human being to beat. When Ming emperor Zhu Yuanzhang was born, red light filled the sky, signalling the arrival of a new world of light. Later on, he established the Ming dynasty. In short, whether they were great people or famous people, they all had strange things happen when they were born, or abnormal phenomena appeared. In fact, we know great men well, and we should start with their deeds or their deeds, in other words, we know them because of what they have done or what they have created. I'm not a celebrity, and I'm not a great man, or a great man or a famous man. Nor do I possess the so-called "three high" of tall stature, high status, high income, I am just a complete "grassroots", can even be said to be as lowly as a speck of dust. According to the village elders, a strange thing happened in the village when I was born. I was born in the beginning of spring, and the snow began to melt, and the grass and trees along the sunny slope began to sprout, and one fine spring morning a flock of crows flew in from outside the village, and the crows circled over the village, and more and more gathered, changing their formation, and finally converging into a single large "Commander!" It sounds a little suspenseful, and I think it is, but the old man who spoke of it is now lying in the grave to the east of the village. However, there is one thing we really cannot help but believe. If a person is handsome, even a bird can become your fan. My gender is male and I like females. Of course, it was just a hobby. I had no savings. When my father died, he left me with a run-down courtyard, three dilapidated houses, and a donkey cart. At that time, I could say that I had a house and a car. As people drove their cars along the village road, I happily drove the donkey cart through the countryside on the dirt road. What a sight my grandfather was when he was young. He had large fields of good land and flocks of cattle and sheep, but that was the past after all, and no longer belonged to our time. I am a gentle person, I can't do the kind of loan, the kind of food, the kind of thing that goes on and on, although I admire people like that, but I can't, I feel too tired. I am not a vain person, often there are many declining families, always by the memory and flaunt of the past glory to support the fragile nerves. And I don't, because I'm realistic. My brother wasn't like that. He always wanted things that were surreal. He always believed that his ancestors must have left a lot of treasures buried in this yard. Thus, he dug holes in the yard for treasures. I said you must be sick! He looked at me, then at the clouds in the sky with his slanted eyes. "I'm not sick," he said after a moment's thought. Just like a person who drank too much and always liked to say that he didn't drink too much. In the spring, when the chimney was not easy to burn, I stood on the roof and installed a blower on the chimney. My brother was sitting on an unoccupied vat under the window, with a roll of dry smoke in his mouth and a sad look on his face. This time, he was truly sick. His sluggish gaze gazed at the sand fruit tree in the small garden, which was blooming with white flowers. The sand fruit tree was still very small, but it was being driven so vigorously, full of vitality. In the corner of his eye, a dry, tear-stained tear hung. In this life, a single autumn of plants and vegetation would mean that one would be able to live for no more than a hundred years. He sighed and said to himself, "I'm almost at the end." At this moment, he felt that it was good to be alive. Enjoy the sunshine, the fragrance of flowers, and the fresh air. However, all of this would soon no longer belong to him. When a person was alive, he would always feel that he had plenty of time to do everything and drag things out. This was because tomorrow would return to the light, and tomorrow would be far too many. When a person's life is about to come to an end, looking back on the past, only then will they feel that life is short. From that day onwards, he never stood up again. He gritted his teeth so hard that even drinking water was difficult for him. He did not cooperate with the doctor's treatment and hung up the needle. Then, he began to pull down the needle's head. He lay still every day, looking out the window at the clouds in the sky, thinking about the road he had walked in his life. At that moment, he seemed to have become Paul. Korchagin, too, was thinking about the meaning of life: a man should spend his life in this way, he should be a missing person when he is alive, his loved ones should meet with difficulties, and if you are the first person to think of you, you are lucky, and you are a person who benefits the people. You may not be able to give any substantial help to your loved ones. Even if you say a few words of comfort, you are still someone worth thinking about. When a person dies, want to be a person to be remembered, because your voice and smile, has made many people happy, your good deed has made many people unforgettable. For us lowly people, to be able to do this much was already something extraordinary. As he grew weaker, I visited him every day, for there would always be a day when I would go away. Although he was too weak to speak, as long as I walked around him and spoke to others, he would feel that it was my voice that was accompanying him. When he was about to leave, I came to his side. The moonlight outside the window was bright, and the small room was covered with a silver sheen. I don't want to say "I can't bear to see a life pass away", I have my life, I have a lot of things to do every day, but you will soon die, only I. I believe that with me by your side, you can calmly bear anything. I didn't turn on the light. I just wanted you to go to sleep. The moonlight was like water. The small room was so quiet that one could hear his faint breathing. Gradually, everything became silent. I know, he's gone. The feelings between people can easily be mixed with the factors of power and not pure. Only towards the dead, there is no desire, only true love. I didn't really like him. I even hated him a little because he wasn't someone who would do what he wanted. I didn't feel much sorrow at his passing, but tears still couldn't help dripping down my face. It was a kinship that was related by blood. After all, I was missing a family member in this world. When a person was alive, no matter how majestic or powerful he was, when facing death, he would always be a laughable ant. With tears in his eyes, his brother flew away with endless humiliation and the misery of a big stick to a place where flowers bloomed and beauties were as common as the clouds. I placed his ashes in a pleasant spot in the middle of two tall trees, two trees in a wood, which also matched his name. His name was Lin. Brother, no matter how despicable you were when you were alive, since you're dead, and people die big, then you don't have to say anything.

My brother and I share the same place, that he is also a male gender, love women. However, he loved her too much, as if love was his entire world. The failure of love was like the heavens falling down, causing him to feel depressed. My half-brother, of course, is also a man of gender and a lover of women. But he is fraternal love, see one loves one, also likes to do junk shoes, so people call him Chen Da Broken shoes. He loves women too much, so when he sees a woman he takes a steady step. My brother saw the woman, too, and stopped to look at her. There was a lot of admiration in it, and saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth as he did so. I am different from them, so what about me? So, it was the women who saw me walking, the travellers stopped to look, the widows began to hesitate, and sometimes they even foamed at the mouth, drooling. There was no helping it, if a man was too handsome, it would attract quite a bit of attention. For example, the lady boss of the grocery store in the village kept pestering me when she saw me. She even poured out to me, "If you credit that beer, then why the f * * k aren't you paying me back? Don't give me any face!" I know that this is a woman born out of love and hatred, I can't pester them any longer, so I had better run away with my tail between my legs!