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My name is Chen Fa, and I was born in a remote town in the southwest of China. This town is very small, with only a few streets. There are dusty brick houses on both sides of the street, and there are many wooden diaojiao buildings. The streets are paved with bluestone slabs, and many places are covered with moss. It won't slip when it rains. Grandpa once slipped and broke his leg, and the root of the disease has fallen.
To the east of the town are rolling mountains. Whenever the morning light comes out, or the sun goes down, the clouds on the other side of the mountain will be rendered red, like a burning sea of clouds. At the foot of the mountain is a square farmland, and farmers work hard all year round with their trousers locked. There are barren hills and strange rocks in the west of the town, which is in sharp contrast with the busy scene in the east, and it is a bit "rainy in the east and west".
I once asked the old people in the town why the west is so desolate. The old man in the town faltered, saying only that there were unclean things there. Later, when grandpa learned about it, he scolded me and told me not to mind my own business. What's more, I'm not allowed to go to that barren mountain. Because I was young at that time, many questions about this hill were gradually suppressed and forgotten over time. Just in my heart ...