Lyricist Ye Xingsen, a grassroots writer in Anyuan rural area
34 He came to Tang Village this afternoon. My master is here.

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He came to Tang Village this afternoon.

My master is here.

I'm with my dad.

She took the bus to Tang Village.

After entering Pond Village.

I immediately put down my things.

At the entrance of the house.

Playing the flute and playing the gourd flute.

I'm about the same now.

It had become a habit every day.

He played the instrument for half an hour.

Or an hour.

It had just begun.

I don't have that much willpower.

She insisted on playing the instrument every day.

It's just that I've just started.

When he was a guard at the Anyuan Cultural Center.

He often played musical instruments.

He played the instrument all day long.

In the morning, he would blow for three to four hours.

In the afternoon, he would play for three to four hours.

He blew for three hours at night.

He also played musical instruments for a few days.

Rest for a few days, don't play instruments

Later, because of…

He had this habit.

He insisted on playing the instrument every day.

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