Lyricist Ye Xingsen, a grassroots writer in Anyuan rural area
40 It was such a quiet and peaceful morning.

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It was such a quiet and peaceful morning.

It was already 5:18 in the morning before dawn.

He sat in his own building.

Listening to the Wizard of Oz alone.

As the music started.

At this moment, I was listening to music with my headphones on.

He could not hear any sounds from the village outside his house.

Suddenly, there was the sound of birds chirping.

It came from my ears.

The houses in the distance stood tall.

From all angles in the village.

On a parasol tree by the stream.

A tree full of parasol flowers.

The weather was slightly cold and the rainy spring was not over yet.

The weather was hot, and the summer of sowing was far from coming.

On the winding cement road in the distance.

It stretched into the distance.

At this moment, the village was silent.

At the entrance of the house in the distance.

A hen was searching for food in every corner of the village.

Slowly, the sky began to brighten.

It was already 5:30 AM on May 6th, 2016.

Sitting in her room, the cold wind outside the window.

It blew into my body.

From time to time, he would still feel a hint of coldness.

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