Lyricist Ye Xingsen, a grassroots writer in Anyuan rural area
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It was good that his father was home.

A few days ago, his father went to Tang Village.

At my master's place.

He helped to build houses and fill in the foundations.

She had been alone at home for the past few days.

She had a cold and a headache, so she didn't want to get up.

He always slept under the covers for the entire day.

He had a headache from the flu these past two days.

He had eaten six meals in a row without any food.

Every day, he would smell some of it in his bed.

The stench of clothes and belts.

He wanted to vomit when he smelled it.

Yesterday afternoon, in his hometown.

He bought some cold medicine and ate it.

It was only now that he had recovered.

Last night at 5:30 pm.

I ate two or three bowls full of rice.

At night, it was past 8:30 pm.

The rice that I ate was digested in my stomach.

Suddenly, I think I smell it.

It was a familiar taste of rice.

That's six meals in two days for me.

There was no food in her stomach, and she was hungry.

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