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"Column Origin Ink 丨 Handbook" Volume 2 / Wind Flower Snow Moon - Xia [01]

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"Column Origin Ink 丨 Handbook" Volume 2 / Wind Flower Snow Moon - Xia [01]

"Summer in the Mountains" by Don Li Bai

"Column Origin Ink 丨 Handbook" Volume 2 / Wind Flower Snow Moon - Xia [01]

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"Column Origin Ink 丨 Handbook" Volume 2 / Wind Flower Snow Moon - Xia [01]

Wind and Snow Moon - Xia [01] Listed in the original work

In the hot summer, in the day to find a flat place under the emerald green bamboo forest behind the house, open clothes and lie unrestrained to cool off, the bamboo forest from time to time there is a breeze to cool down, often accidentally fell asleep, grandma cooked lunch after not seeing the figure of the grandson, they shouted my name to the bamboo forest behind the house, lying next to me The big white smell will wake me up with my nose (Da Bai is a pastoral dog that has been raised for more than ten years in the family many years ago, the coat is snow-white, I have called it Da Bai since I was a child), this is the daily life of my childhood summer.

At night, Grandpa would spread out a cool mat on the ground in the yard, and I lay in the middle, and my grandparents would be around me, holding a fan to repel mosquitoes and fan a cool breeze for me. At that time, I always looked at the stars in the sky, night and night pestering Grandpa to tell me stories, Grandpa would talk about his first meeting with Grandma, would tell the distant places he had been, would tell the stories he saw in the book, the stories heard by other people, and now I want to come to the many stories told by Grandpa are rich in life philosophy, at that time I didn't understand much, but I felt very interesting, I couldn't suppress the laughter while listening, I often laughed out of the tears, Grandma saw me laughing, she also laughed.

Late at night, Grandpa was tired of talking, Grandma pulled the quilt to cover me, and the three of us would quietly look at the sky for a while, listen to the frogs and insects coming from the paddy fields outside the courtyard, and slowly fall asleep.

——2022.09.30 in Tibet