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during the han dynasty, mao came to a village in the capital of the river, while collecting and compiling the poetry, and receiving namen students to teach.

when the villagers saw him in a pair of chopstick pots, it was difficult to live and helped him to bring his wife, who lived in his home town.

mao's wife is everyone's best friend, hyphenated.

after mao's wife arrived, she had a quiet life.

but furry taught the poems as if they were magic, and they were closed to the poems, and they went home, and they were hung away.

they don't want to eat or eat, but they have a minimum of salt and rice.

they don't give a shit about it.

since she was a little girl, she's been living a life of "growing her hands and eating her mouth" and how can she live a life like this? that's why i'm so angry.

it'll be hard for you to take it and let it go.

there were not many people with knowledge at the time, and it would have been absolutely no problem for a man like mao qi to be an official.

but the pompous bias towards a title such as dust is the fascination of the psalms and the determination not only to teach by mouth, but also to write into books and to translate what is spoken into words.

these poems had to be written on paper, and there was no paper at that time.

they had to be written on bamboo or on silk.

mao can't afford to buy them, sells a lot of clothes and even sells his wife's gold.

the wife can't take it anymore.

on that day, she turned her face to face and told him to get out of here.

"ah, ma'am, the wind is blowing, we have to look in the long.

the poem is a treasure of the land and it's hard to buy the gold...” the theory is that his wife is a fool.

a woman has a woman's show, and she's in a bet with mao.

and then, with the comfort of the family, the bowls of the pots will die.

the story of the furry couple slowly spread in the village, naturally selling grass shoes on the side of the street — all long and short.

a bad woman in the village had a bad idea for mao's wife: "what's so bad about that? you're making a mess of it.

you're gonna burn him.

the wife thinks, yes, the husband and wife share a share and starve for the poem! she was so upset that she filled the poems written in the stove.

it's like a hairy eye.

nothing can be accepted except this.

he wrote a break in anger, cut his robes and sent his wife home.

when the wife returned to her mother's house, she did not tell her parents about the divorce, so that she could stay with her mother for a while.

mao's father-in-law is a learned man who is a parent in the land.

he read the poem in the early years.

it's worth it.

after her daughter had returned, she lived for more than six months without mentioning anything.

the father, who was very strong, often asked about her daughter, who pushed three to four and said that she had gone to study elsewhere, thus hiding from her parents。In January and January, six months later, the daughter did not talk about it and never talked about it.

The parents come to know why the cattle don't eat and ask their daughters what happened.

The daughter told her parents about the events and took out the rest written by Mao.

Parents are sad, and they blame their daughters for not being so reckless and hurting their hearts; and they blame their sons-in-law for not being so cruel and doing such a foolish thing.

But this is it.

What should we do? After all, the father was a man of knowledge, and he heard that Mao was rewriting the poem and was happy to see it as a great thing for the yellow children, but now he's got a beard and thinking about how to get them back together.

He turned around and asked if his daughter was still in love.

The daughter's flour was red, and she didn't say anything.

She felt sorry for herself.

How many years have you loved a couple? She was also an identified person when she said, "A good woman doesn't marry a second husband" and thought about the days that followed, she wanted to die, but it was hard to fix the water, the lights that were blown out.

The father read the daughter's mind, called her out, took the rest of the book, swung a brush on the back of the book, and gave it to the daughter, saying, “Go back to him, that's the right way.” The daughter answered the book, read the poem, and wondered, "Well, can it?" My father laughed, and said, "You go ahead and if he doesn't, I've got the law!" He said that his father had said something, and his daughter listened and turned her back into joy.

The father then hired a car to send her daughter back to the river countryside to find Mao.

He beat his wife and burned his poems, broke his heart and vowed not to see her again.

He teaches, collects and collates the lost poetry and then writes the poem.

The sudden return of his wife caused him great shock and anger.

The wife first paid for the furry, but when she remembered her relentless past, she got angry again.

As soon as the wife looked at him, she took out the book and handed it to him.

And Mao thought that he would take it back, so he refused.

"My father wrote to you!" As soon as you listen to old Tarzan, pick it up and look at it.

Nago's little girl, The Psalms long enough to look at this place, and it's like, "Giggle." Yes, to write the poem, the wife is indeed his right arm, but without her she can't, but when he thinks of the other floor, he's concerned.

There was a feudal practice of divorce and remarriage at the time, which was considered a disgrace.

Mao is a person more deeply affected by feudalism and cannot be ignored.

His wife still hesitates to see himThe last ace of his father's hand -- a white veil drawn out of his sleeve, a lump in his hand and “*” fell on the floor.

Mao knows there's a place in it, looks at his wife and picks it up.

Just a few lines of poems on it: "Close, in the river, a lady, a gentleman." After watching, I was surprised to ask where the poem came from.

She's a crooked wife.

Mao ran to his wife, who turned her head to the other side.

The furry is like a donkey, and then the wife turns to joy.

I'm telling you, this is my father's writing.

He's got a lot of poetry in his belly." He gave his wife a big gift and then pulled her hand。