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I don’t know much about this monk, even his name is not clear. All the fragments about him were heard from my grandfather. When my grandfather was alive, he would make a few abacus when he had nothing to do, and that Abacus had been with him for many years. My grandfather said that few people in the village had studied in private schools in the past, and only the father and son who worked in the county finance bureau were good at calculating. One day, a white Monk came from somewhere and lived in the big bell temple in the south of the village. Ringing the bell to chant Buddha in the daytime and gathering the young people in the village in the evening, telling them something about the anti-Japanese War, teaching them to recognize some words and how to calculate. It was at that time that my grandfather and another man learned to calculate. When I was a teenager, my grandfather often tested me on some arithmetic questions. What could I measure a well by rope? The rope is more than three feet folded, less than four feet folded, how many feet deep is the well, and how many feet long is the rope? And other similar problems. When I was in the fifth grade of primary school, it would take less effort to solve these problems. After I learned XYZ in the first grade of junior high school, it would be easy to solve these problems. These arithmetic questions were probably taught to my grandfather by that Monk in those years. My grandfather could also write a good flyhead small script, which was also very rare in our village, and he learned it at that time. Later, my grandfather and they knew that monks were anti-Japanese. Once, when the monks were having a meeting in another village, they were surrounded by little Japanese devils. The monks were shot on their legs when they ran over the wall. They fell down and were caught and killed by the Devils. In the temple where the monk lived, there used to be a big clock. When the clock rang, it could be clearly heard 50 or 60 miles away. According to the old people, in 1996, Yangyan River, a tributary of Hutuo River, flooded our whole village. After the flood, the temple disappeared, and the clock was washed to somewhere by the flood. In my memory, there was a lot of water accumulated in that place, and there were often two geese that a family got from somewhere swimming around. When talking about the flood, some elderly people in the village would say with pity: the sound of that clock can spread far and far! I want to say something more about this monk. On the one hand, what I heard was just a few words. On the other hand, I didn’t know what to say if I had something in my heart. Although it is located in a remote place and in a subtle way, its heart is indifferent and broad. Be faithful and responsible for the country. After the breeze, there is no fragrance left. It is also another realm of Buddhism! Here we have to copy a few more words “Huainanzi. Speaking of mountain training: Orchid is born in the Valley, not for Mo Fu but not Fang; The boat is in the river and sea, not for Mo Cheng but not floating; The gentleman acts righteousness, I didn’t stop for unknown reasons and reluctantly expressed my endless meaning to this monk who didn’t leave a name. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…