"When Kong Yiji Appears in Xianheng Hotel Again" 200-word composition speed.

People can't hear laughter. He was sitting on the hillside behind Xianheng Hotel, and his calf hurt badly. He looked at it, red and swollen, as thick as a bowl, and some places had suppurated. He cried, tears streaming down his face. He hated Ding: "You turtle ..." He wanted to call names, but he felt that it was not commensurate with the wealth of literati. He changed his tune: "A gentleman doesn't remember villains ..."

He thought of Sun Bin's broken leg and Pang Juan, and he thought of Wang Wen's playing Zhouyi. He seemed to see hope again: "My four books and five classics are all familiar. If this is difficult, won't God give me a great responsibility? " ..... He thought in a trance: he won the lottery and had a lot of money on him; He wore a robe and asked for wine and food in the hotel. Ding sat on one side and kept bowing his head to make amends. ...

A burst of autumn wind with a burst of autumn rain soaked Kong Yiji's broken jacket and awakened Kong Yiji's dream. He looked at the sky, and the rain was dense. He looked at the mountain. It was gloomy. He stretched himself and said to himself, "This dream is a good sign …" Then, with all his strength, he dragged his broken leg forward.

It's windy and rainy. Kong Yiji stopped at the edge of a deep valley. His hands trembled like a sunken ship and were too stiff to bend. "How about it?" Let's go Is it okay? Sprint also. "He urged himself, while climbing, climbing. Cold and hungry, Kong Yiji couldn't climb any more. His frozen hands can no longer support his muddy body. He fell and slipped into a deep valley. ...

Kong Yiji lowered his head, sat on the ground and drank the last sip of wine, dragging his legs and slowly "walking" outward with his "hands".

"This is a broken leg. Will you steal it again?"

"Steal again, I'm afraid even my hands will be discounted!"

Kong Yiji was scared when he heard the laughter. He gritted his teeth, dragged his legs and struggled forward. He kept mumbling: if the sky is going to be a great task for the Sri Lankan people, he must first put up with his will ... what a disaster!

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