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"Whether in the stockade or here in Wuling City, all I do is farm. Perhaps this is all my life will ever be: nothing but tilling the soil until the end of my days."
Written on the paper were these gloomy words.
"Whether in the stockade or here in Wuling City, all I do is farm. Perhaps this is all my life will ever be: nothing but tilling the soil until the end of my days."
Written on the paper were these gloomy words.
