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"Ring of The Year": Liang Xiaosheng, a life that never complains, is wonderful enough

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"Ring of The Year": Liang Xiaosheng, a life that never complains, is wonderful enough

"Ring of The Year": Liang Xiaosheng, a life that never complains, is wonderful enough

Reading this book, it seems that there is no moving plot, the description of the story, nor too much sadness, but I don't know why, unconsciously shed tears, life is still full of unwillingness and regret, life and old age, illness and death pain and helplessness. Han Debao is a person who has always been the best hearted from the beginning, but it is such a tragic ending.

And the rest of the people, under the bright appearance, are also scarred mentally and physically. The world is wonderful and bleak, and I think of the white night walking in the endless white night, probably the same. They are a generation that has been delayed, and almost all the tribulations and upheavals they have experienced with great memories.

"Ring of The Year": Liang Xiaosheng, a life that never complains, is wonderful enough

We have long forgotten that era, as if China has always been as rich as it is today, children have always been the darlings of the family, and life has never had to worry about anything. Occasionally, only occasionally, I hear about that era from the words of my parents, and now even their generation rarely mentions that year again.

They, perhaps the unfortunate generation, have also gone through many ages, they have lost many, many things, and they have things that other times cannot get. That era remains only in the history of the hidden, and in the memories of countless people. I like the first half of the novel, especially their story in the Northern Wilderness, which has both the fun of opening up the wilderness and the idyllic style.

"Ring of The Year": Liang Xiaosheng, a life that never complains, is wonderful enough

It was a very bitter and bitter era, but there were also many things that are difficult to forget; they once became poor eggs overnight after becoming masters, and they once scrawled to carry gas cans, accepting the different misfortunes brought by fate. They became different types of people, but the friendship of that year linked them together, which is difficult to do again!

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