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"Why is Seo Ju-sa making a shape?" Judging from the old grandmother's rude arms, this man seems to have Seo's last name. No, his name was Seo Sang-ho. Seo Sang-ho took out the shaving and shook the red philtrum with his palm, and then tied the waistband with a belt. Then he put on his slim upper body and legs. The fake secret painting button of the gray teacher Suksu Margot flashed. Kwon-ga is crouching on her upper neck, frowning and looking at the arms of the book family. The expression was honestly complicated, and in a way, it seemed to be depressed because something was twisted, and on the other hand, there seemed to be a sense of jealousy in terms of crushed lips, burning two eyes, and this crab meat. In fact, he was secretly feeling jealous of a shiny man with the same oil moon in front of him. "That guy dressed up and drew to swallow Eonnyeon...…." At last, he reached the point where I was conscious of my feelings of thinking so. However, on the other hand, as an old woman or a bookkeeper, there was no way to hold on to such a different nuance from the frowning expression of the gwonga. "Take off your hat and sit comfortably. What didn't go as I thought." In the end, I had no choice but to ask this. However, it was difficult for them to understand even that "it didn't work out as they thought." The barber stood in the bird and said he had already received a copy of the family register and a blank power of attorney, so it cost him tens of won to give it to the girl's house and dress it up, so he took 30 won yesterday and said that she was in a correction inn this evening. However, as a bookkeeper, he could not ask it out of the blue, and he was also aware of the somewhat suspicious appearance of leaving the girl he brought on the floor of the main hall and the facial expression he was building.

The expression of Kwon-ga, who was looking at the Seo-ga's arms, seemed to have a gloomy expression and a feeling of jealousy.

When an immature child laughs at something, my laughter and my wife's laughter are smacked and kissed each other in the invisible air. Then all misery and all suffering are driven out of the room. The sun is still warm in the south-facing window today, and when the immature little child was snorting and joking about what was so funny with a subtitle in the corner of the room, a stuffy feeling frowned upon me, but my wife, with her itchy flesh and soft breath, closed her eyes like a needle for silence. When my spirit, which did not fall asleep, was wet in the middle of a lonely farming, my wife said, "Hello, it's getting colder, so please buy a child's hat when you get paid." When I heard this, I pretended not to hear it. And in my heart, I had to buy a crater and some books, but I slowly bought a child's hat, and I was sick of performing at my wife's words. The belief is not that my wife's words are unfair words or buying a child's hat, but that I, who come under economic pressure, destroy the feelings that I have accumulated and accumulated whenever money comes out. My wife said that many times, but she didn't say anything for a long time as if she was ashamed of not answering me, and then she said, "Why aren't you answering me?" I was still lying down without answering back. My wife once again said, "What's so hard about buying a child's hat..." Then, without saying anything, he shook off the threaded scroll and threw it on my lying leg.

I am lying on my back pretending not to hear my wife's suggestion to buy me a child's hat.

"That's right, I told you to get out." Lanya jagged her lips and shrugged as in the movie. "I'm telling you. Say it again." He rushed in, sat on his lap, and shook my chin brutally. "Why is it a burden when it's not?" I didn't bother to push down his body, which didn't touch anything, and my eyes turned a blind eye. "To go to the sea." "How can you go to the sea after the season. Only the sound of waves without people." "That's how you don't wear a bathing suit." "You don't like bathing suits."- Take a bunch of pumpkin leaves instead of the mooncakes. Cover the front like Adam. Pumpkin leaves have fine thorns, so if you don't be careful, you'll get fat." He smiled strangely and bit the back of his neck with a hot mouth. I'm not stoned by this crazy display of affection. Ranya pinches my legs and approaches me with a healthy whole body. "Who is Eve. Touch it." I think I've almost noticed it with the instinctive nerves of a woman's. "What do you deceive me about me. a clear explanation of every word. You turned me around and ended up having double the fun, so it was worth talking about. If you stand together on a deserted autumn beach, you'll be as happy as a paradise in the past." "………" "I heard that there was a precedent. If the burnt spot catches fire again, you won't be able to extinguish it." "………" "Why are you taking a whim. If it's a precedent, do you have feelings for rocks?" "What are you talking about? Without the public." I pushed Ranya away with a straightened out Ranya.

Ranya shrugged her lips, but I was not rocked by this expression of affection.

I thought that the beauty of the figure was a woman's life, but that there should be more to a woman than a calm self. For this reason, although Okji's figure is not beautiful, Seokgu knew that he lacked one thing that he wanted. We don't need to discuss such a thing again now, but what mistake will happen in the future due to the appearance of the pavilion, the wife of Viscount Kim, who came to the Yuan Dynasty as a guest today? It's also funny what kind of mistakes you'll make. At that time, as Okji was about to return to the corner of the background, it seems that there was a political argument between Count Park's son Heung-sik and Viscount Kim's wife's pavilion under the tree across the street. Okji hides her body at first glance, walks lightly, reaches her side, and then hides behind a tree and listens to the two. Heungsik is looking at the pavilion. Jeongja! To put it bluntly, what can you do if you can't change the amount of money just two or three thousand won as the wife of the viscount? I can't buy a document like that without money. said the pavilion. What? You're saying you're buying it, right? You also made fun of other men and melted soy sauce, so you can buy five letters you sent me. I can't buy that letter, I guess. Why do you just say you can't buy it. You don't want to buy it? Yes, I don't want to buy it. The pavilion received a short speech. Stop it. If Mr. Jeongja says he won't buy this, there is another person who will buy this letter. Do you think that if you show such a letter to Viscount Kim, you won't pay 20,000 won or 30,000 won? So cut it very short, not to mention it long.

The shape of Okji is beautiful, but there is one thing missing in Seok-gu's eyes, and the appearance of the pavilion, which is the wife of Viscount Kim, who came as a guest of Yuwonhoe today, was like Okji.

So, the people who were sitting underneath with laughter also got frustrated, and everyone stood up and started chasing after the birds. This time, the bird was being chased by many people, so I carried it around and put a poop on it. So Boy and Furbo came after him and started chasing after him with a gun to catch the bird, or with a rain, and it was all over the place. If you left the window or door open, the bird flew away and nothing would happen, and no one thought of it, and it sounded like there was a mess outside, so I thought it was strange and chased the person inside with wide eyes. In the meantime, Sang-ho, who was waiting for this to happen, opened the door and rushed in. But no one knew it because everyone was chasing the bird. While catching birds for a long time, a slim customer took off his hat and slapped him, drove him to the corner, and pressed him with his hat to catch him coolly. Everyone who was chasing me felt cool and took a breath. "Hey, this guy drove so many people crazy!" He looked into the bird he caught and looked for the owner to give it to the owner who was surprised and hated, but strangely enough, there was only a cage and a food plate on the table where they sat, and neither of them had a shadow. Kiho saw Sangho go inside and disappeared a little later, so when Sangho found Sunja from this house, he promised to escape to the basement under the third floor and escape to the local warehouse, so he was planning to go around the street and wait at the warehouse.

No one knew that Sang-ho ran in with the door open because everyone was chasing the bird running around.

As a joke by chance - this role, which started out as a kind of play game as a noble house master, is captured here today and can't get out of it. However, his conscience as a sophisticated young man of great family is not yet ruined, and he knows what his future will be because he uses this medicine. Today, most people in this country are obsessed with this drug. Those who are already very doomed are either half of the demand or those who are not yet ruined but are clearly doomed because they are captured - this drug has been surprisingly intruded into the country. He hasn't messed up yet, but he's caught, so he's either ruined or normal. When Ogeum was paralyzed by phosphorus, he ignored all conscience and ran there, but when the physical pain was relieved, the pain of conscience was extreme. When he didn't know this medicine, he was a well-educated son of a prestigious family, and his evangelism like Guman-ri was only cheerful and filled with hope, so how is it now. I don't even have the courage to think about living in the future because the future is so bleak. I don't want to think again that it was such a cheerful and hopeful future. It is the medicine that is scary, disgusting, and hostile, but it was more hateful and cursed than embarrassing to be unable to refuse this enemy. As a self who understands himself and has a culture to criticize him, he tried several times to think about the detoxification of this drug and stop it, but he failed every time. He had more pride than others and enough confidence in his determination, but his pride and determination were broken (without knowing that he was broken) in this medicine alone.

When he did not know this medicine, he had a hopeful future history as a well-educated child of a prestigious family, but now it was too gloomy and cursed to be unable to refuse the medicine.

The agitation of Nondansa Temple did not know that it would be as frequent as Dalpo. Therefore, my depression could not be cured. On that day, I set up this foundation separately with my two friends at S's house to discuss publishing a magazine that would make them more confident, and decided to negotiate with P, an uncle who S was somewhat hopeless, and broke up at 9 p.m. I made a brief report and request to M in Palpan-dong again, and M also went to work there. It was well past ten when I left M's house. If you go down from Palpan-dong, there is a small store decorated like a cigarette snack on the corner of a narrow alley that leads to Hwadong. At the corner store, a forklift is buying something for a young one. Of course, this ordinary scene didn't catch my eye. It was just a reflection of my eyes when I came down casually. But I stopped coming down and my foot stuck together. It was because there was a young woman carrying a child next to the forklift. It was evident that the lady was a nanny in the dim light. If it was clear that he was a nanny, it would be clear that the forklift standing next to him was his husband, and one could imagine that the child hanging from the forklift's arm and the young baby on his back were young things between the forklift and the nanny. Even if the nanny was not young, it was hard to think that she had nothing to do with the nanny who would wear it on her back. I stopped walking and watched for a long time for sympathy.

I stopped walking to see the nanny, his husband, the child hanging from the arms of the forklift, and the young baby on his back, and examined his sympathy for a long time.

It was almost ten minutes later, and after more than twenty points, the game was finally over. When the egg rolled into the pot and disappeared, Yeongok applauded for not knowing. Myung-ho smiled with a humble face and left the old place, walked through the people who were absorbed in the game to the bench outside the course. While taking off his jeogori and sweating, Young-ok also sat on the bench and faced the wind passing through the air. It was a rooftop garden above the fifth floor of the department store, so the wind flowing through the upper floor of the city passed through the foot of the railing and flowed under the tree. The Gyeonggi district of the newspaper company, which is floating in the distant sky, also looks cool. The street below the fifth floor was as hot and stuffy as a pot on fire, and it was a heaven as close to the sky as the fifth floor. It was cool and pleasant. "I lost." After calculating the score on the note, Myeong-ho looked at Yeong-ok in a cheerful and pleasant voice, not necessarily in a tone of disappointment. 'Fifty points for that.' 'You broke it.' Young-ok said sorry. "That's impossible. When it comes to winning, it's instinctive to demand the best effort at any time." "I won by chance." "You were very good in your first skill. I hope you will succeed in the path of your music in such an easy way." "Is there such a thing as coincidence in art?" Golf and music -- is the road to Kool normal. What will it be without the foundation and effort of long years?" "The path of music may be diverse, but the path of a popular singer will be no different from the trick of golf." "I will." Yeo-ok's goal was to succeed as an easy pop singer. Young-ok wanted to believe what Myung-ho, a famous vocalist from the U.S., said.

Myeong-ho and Yeong-ok stood on a bench in the rooftop garden of the department store and faced the wind.

North Korea (Press Conference 1) Moon: What is the purpose of this visit to North Korea? Answer: While the current political operations, such as the merger issue, have not progressed smoothly in South Korea, the news of North Korea went to Gugham to meet with the North Korean leader and exchange opinions on the political challenges of the North. Q: What is the impression of North Korea? Answer: I did not visit North Korea widely, but I met Kim Doo-bong, chairman of the Workers' Party, and Kim Il-sung, vice chairman of the ruling Workers' Party in Pyongyang, but the first impression after the merger of the Communist Party and the New Democratic Party was much better than I imagined. The fact that the two parties had only 170,000 members when the two parties were separated proves the significance of the merger, and by quickly correcting the mistakes made over the past year, the people's hope was to expand the party's power and focus on construction. Q: What about the food problem? Answer: This year is a very good harvest, and the price of rice is currently 240 won per small head, but it is said that it will be around 70 won in the future. The city is guaranteed a minimum of living, and it can be seen that the people everywhere are living in peace without feeling any fear. According to reports, it was said that about 100,000 tons of mixed grains were imported from Manchuria before the new grain was released, greatly alleviating the food shortage. Moon: I heard that there are many Eighth Route Army and Soviet troops? Answer: It is absolutely absurd. In the city, Soviet troops cannot be seen, but they can only see people who brought their families, and the army is said to have strict access to private homes by allowing them to live in tents in the mountains. In addition, all border security was left in the hands of the Korean Joseon people, and the Soviet military authorities say that there is absolutely no interference in the personnel affairs of our people's politics. Above all, the best impression is that young people work on a mandatory basis, not on employment, and the person who is demanding in North Korea these days was a person with skills.

When the two parties were separated, the fact that only 170,000 members of both parties became the Labor Party after the merger and won 800,000 members proves the significance of the merger.

It was about 10 ri from Gyeongseong to Nanam on the quiet night of Dong, but I came to walk around as often as I did in front of the door. While I loved the village of Gyeongseong, I also liked the street of Nanam. I went by train, ran by bus, and sometimes walked over my head. Within a month of going there, I put a map of the life of the street in my head. Kaneko's bread was the best, Bukgwanggwan's bookkeeper was modest, tea was provided in Paljinok, and coffee was cooked well that Dong's was real. There were times when I was pounding the road to buy a loaf of bread, and there were times when I was shaken by the bus for a cup of coffee. There are few dangerous things like drinking coffee on an empty stomach and crossing the road by bus. The smell of gasoline makes me feel sick and nauseous at once. When I barely endured the unbearable ten minutes and asked what I hated the most in the world, I had no choice but to endure the tiresome hardship by preparing in my mind to answer that I should run by bus between Gyeongseong and Nanam without hesitation. At the same time, he goes to Nanam again to drink the ungrateful tea. There were many times when I ate tea, bought bread, and walked over my head. The hill changed its shape according to the times. In early spring, the leaves of the tree are purple, and the grass is as warm as a complement. In summer, the sea can be seen coolly in the distance, and in autumn, Song Song Song-yi, who is ripe in the Neunggeum Field under the pass, is sprinkled among the trees like a legendary red star. In winter, if you walk diligently in the midst of the air being colder and clearer and the snow flutters, your body gets hotter and gives you a more pleasant harmony of body temperature than ever.

It was about 10 ri from Gyeongseong to Nanam, but I loved the village of Gyeongseong and liked the streets of Nanam, so I went around often.

They smell like the oil they smell when they pass in front of the restaurant, and the smell of a calm woman coming out of Sookja's house on the other side is on their nose, so they open the window on the other side for no reason and smell the shape of Sookja with vague thoughts. As long as the sentry was not aware that it was opposite Sook-ja's house, Chigak went in and out of Sook-ja's house without hesitation, causing extremely bad language to their students, whose coat of Haeryong-pi, which exudes bourgeois mood, was a troublemaker. Originally, the reckless attitude of a chi-gak gave an arrogant feeling everywhere, but not only did it look rough to the eyes of a feisty student who was trying to play around, but it could not be overlooked as long as he put money on the outside and walked in and out of Sook-ja's house. Among them, the two mischievous students watched Han Chi-gak come and go from Sook-ja's house, blocked the road, and even made fun of it, but fortunately, there was no play. However, due to the old saying's new growth in psychology, there was sometimes a one-sided story centered on Sookja. Student 1 "The guy who crawls in at night is the one with the big joints!" He was such a cheeky guy. I just want him to hit his butt lightly with a bat." Student 2 said, "I'm disgusted with his sea dragon skin coat. I didn't know why I was rushing my ass. That's the guy who goes around trying to trick Sookja with money, I guess." Student 3 (In the tone of an activity photo, "Ah! How pitiful. A flower that eats insects! Sookja Hwang! Tekken boys! Save the Sookja! Defeat the devil!" This futile lingering effect happened to direct their dinner at the table. Among them, some students felt vague public anger after passing the prank.

While Han Chi-gak's arrogant attitude was annoying to the students' eyes, two mischievous students blocked Han Chi-gak from visiting Sook-ja's house and made fun of it.

It's not like we've generously offered your precious blood decisions to schools to get the slave education and pod show education of the remnants of the Japanese colonial rule that we're getting now, or the education of just two or three hours of teaching in Haro. The only excuse of the school authorities is that the teaching staff is poor. As a matter of fact, the teachers are very poor. Humanly and in terms of ability. But, as it is, who made the faculty poor. Who built a competent and talented teacher from EUR2 Academy, which is unstable in thought. A peasant, a poor pay taxman Poor little businessman One of our brother-in-law is not a philanthropist who is not capable of such poor faculty, has no sincerity and responsibility, and will gladly provide your precious blood decisions to get one person to pay their salary. We cannot tolerate such corruption, negligence, indifference, and betrayal by school authorities, whether as a third-party sense of justice or from a direct position that the decision of our brother-in-law's blood should not be wasted. The school authorities should return to a sincere and responsible attitude while faithfully fulfilling their obligations as promised. Finally, there are various rumors in the city that accounting affairs in schools are not pleasant, and as mentioned above, we insist on the inspection of accounting affairs in schools by our students in the sense that we have the right to be the subject of school management. We can't help but be dissatisfied that our brother-in-law's precious blood relatives' decisions are legitimately spent, so why should we sit on the sidelines even if there is an unclean black screen?" According to the judgment of the faculty, he was making such a bold, rude, and extremely biased remark.

The generous provision of your precious blood decisions to schools is not intended to receive slave education or pod show education from the remnants of the Japanese colonial rule.

And in the midst of all this, something wonderful happened to him. It was not anything else, but he was in a hurry to spend money, and it was also discovered that he forged his father's seal and owed money because he was deceived by his wicked companion. Of course, the person who broke the money knew it and did it, but his father refused to say he didn't know, so Inje looked at him and scolded him, saying that he cheated, forged a seal, or if he didn't pay it back within a week, he would sue. His liver is small and his heart is soft, and his face will burn yellow. He seemed to have left his mother in the bird several times or talked to his father in person, but the line that didn't work can be guessed from his frowned eyebrows and broken shoulders. He was so impatient that he lay down, sat down, and stood up They'll run out of the house in no time, or they'll run in no time. Then, in Najong, when he sat in one place like a stone Buddha or something, he stared blankly at the wind wall and did not move his fingertips until a certain point. A week is the deadline like tomorrow, and it was an evening like today. A bright moon hung in the sky where white clouds rose like summer. After dinner, we came out to the floor and were looking at the moon. At that time, I was like, "This time last year, I was at the Han River." The quivering cool waves are so hot and stuffy that the ship that breaks the shadow is floating in front of you. But amori's predictable nine people, are you careful about boating for him who can't lift his head because he's so tired of debt? "I can't even get out of my house on a night like this." I missed the busy old parasitic life. I regretted coming into the house. Wouldn't there be a sniffling sound next to me when I'm so excited? I turned around and he wasn't crying! "Why are you crying?" I asked, but I didn't answer quickly, but I inhaled my nose as if I couldn't hold it in, and then my voice was like, "Chae-sun, you're going to go out as a gisaeng again when I enter the prison, right?" And she turned her tearful eyes to me. My heart ached, thinking that I must have noticed my insides, but it was worth playing with, so I hated it and said, "What do you mean by that?"

Chaeseon missed the parasitic life when he fell into debt due to the mischievous company.

Then what color should I take. Any color would be fine, of course, except for the limitation of white (although we will inevitably take white during the summer holidays). In Europe and the United States, primary colors are more popular than liver colors. Strangely, if you wear white socks on the clan, black socks on the Woo clan, black shoes on the white socks, white shoes on the black socks, and if one arm is red, one arm is yellow, and if the bottom is blue, the green top is very popular. I'm not trying to imitate this, but they're living with a lot of interest in this kind of color. I think it would be better to wear a different color than the same color on the top and bottom as possible. Moreover, it would be better not to wear black on the top and bottom except for the designation of mourning (by improving the original white mourning system). We are always displeased with government high school uniforms. And in ordinary schools, it is not only beautiful to wear blue, yellow, red, and rust colors in Joseon-style children's clothing rather than black school uniforms at the top and bottom as much as possible, but also to foster children's knowledge and sense of color. Of course, we don't want to take a colorful color like Japanese clothes. However, if you wear skirts like persimmons with green or navy strings on a black background, or pink or navy strings on a white background, you will look tall and look good.

It is said that primary colors and extreme colors are popular in Yosahi Gumi.

["Chosun Ilbo" December 16, 1937] 4 Here, the poet should be at the forefront of the problem sharper than anyone else. Although poetry is a literary form that has lost its social basis to speak beautifully since Homer's Great Hero, modern times still love him as a precious treasure because it presents itself more intuitively than any other literary genre and immediately penetrates the heart of the object. The form of the artist's own problems so bravely is rare except for poetry. It is extremely instructive that Baudelaire attended the position of a great poet in a great sign of self-division. Poetic spirit cannot be maintained where one tries to escape to vulgar affection and life views instead of developing honest emotions that spark up there facing the Judas that wriggles in oneself. Therefore, the poets of this land will say that there is inevitable misfortune where they forget themselves in the change of the season and do not lock themselves in the flow of the times. Indeed, how many times do we see the collapse of the spirit of poetry that has fallen into low water around us! Instead of being a weather station of the times, they try to be the sixth sense of the celestial forecast. Whether the world collapses, culture and intelligence become naked and cry in crisis, or the Spring and Autumn Winter will be replaced without fail. Occasionally, the rare uncompromised poetic spirit passed through with the poet's own problems and express trains, so he placed an idealized scream in mannerism on top of the Judaism. Therefore, the spirit of poetry was fixed and became the sound of a tram that uniformly went on a certain trajectory.

Occasionally, the poetic spirit without compromise placed an idealized scream in mannerism on top of the poet's own problems and the Judas, and the poetic spirit became the sound of a tram that fixed a certain trajectory.

In that state, another two days -- the final sentence was finally made. Neither blood transfusion nor cardiac injection was stopped. With human resources already, with modern medicine, there is no way to save, there is no way to cure. Now, there was no choice but to stand by and watch Deok-yoon's death. Rather, I wish I had died a day in a hurry. That was the only wish Changjun and his wife could wish for Deokyoon. However, Deok-yoon did not die of petty crime. Deok-yoon did not die as if he was trying to live forever while festering like that. Still, he will die within a few days. No one knew whether the death would be tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or tonight, but Chang-joon and his wife seemed to have forgotten to shed a tear already, looking with a distant mind at the dark shadow of death approaching each of them. When Chang-joon returned to the hospital room after sending a telegram to Chang-joon, Ahn-hae sat down in a blue color, waiting for Chang-joon to return, and jumped up and ran as if scolding Chang-joon. "What's wrong?" Changjun was also swept away by the unusual sympathy of Anhae, and a strange thrill rolled around the whole body. "Well, there's no law like this. The specimen isn't human? Who tried to appease you? Yes, the dying man. What's the last thing you can't let go of 'Cample'?" After saying that at once, he said, "The dying man...…Last'--He seemed to shudder at his words, but suddenly he was discouraged and lowered his voice, saying, "Deok-yoon suddenly...I'm going to take my breath away……hands and toenails…Blue... Blue Earth...…." He couldn't finish his sentence and fell down on the bed, laid his neck, and began to cry.

Deok-yoon was sentenced to the last sentence because he stopped injecting and transfusion of cardiac drugs and had no way out.

The tragedy of the Golgye Goheung Police Station's firing of Taeulgyo, which was gathered in the jurisdiction from the word "self-defense" to the unresistance, made listeners feel sad, and the crowd, who felt the fear of rain (the later) at the headquarters, finally defended the issue of human rights It is a tragedy that will never be possible in the present world unless the Joseon police under a separate system, which has the absolute right to protect the lives of the people. If these tragedies were directed under the so-called Political Defense Act, they would not know if they would know that legal self-defense meant atrocities more than a tiger. Since the criticism on this issue has already been a fair judgment in India, it is not new to me now, but I would like to share my feelings with the independent prince only by summarizing the appreciation of the field where the bloodshed was imri. The incident occurred around 2 p.m. on August 16, but I left Gyeongseong at Ikjo, where I was receiving a telegram, and arrived at Yongban-ri, Duwon-myeon, which is located northeast of Goheung-eup, in the afternoon of 22 days, as if I continued to travel day and night by train, car, and foot.

If the tragedy was directed under the law of self-defense, you would not know that it means more than a tiger, and the criticism of the dispute on this issue was judged, but I would like to share my feelings with the independent army.

"What do you do now that you've written it off?" The creditors refused to receive it, surprised that it was an accident, but L said, "No, I can't pay off other people's debts because I have money." He insisted, "A person is a life that you don't know when to die, so tell me to die with sin." And he paid it all back. After that, L recovered all his lost property and failed once again, so he gave up all his land rights and became penniless, but at this time, Chirinso and other creditors did not dispose of L's land soon and decided to wait a few years for the land price to rise. Then a good market came again, and Mr. L finally made a big profit, paying off all his debts, and then doubling his original property. However, rather than that property, the credit L earned from these failures is an unparalleled property. In Mr. L's words, cash. When Mr. L asks to borrow money for something, is there anyone who won't. This credit made Mr. L a stronger person than the property price of KRW 11,000,000. "It's nothing to be thrilled about," and when I was genuinely cheap to Mr. L, he lowered his eyes and said with extreme humility, "You're welcome. All with the help of several friends." Mr. C, Mr. L, and the swings are hard to forget. When all 20 million of Joseon are in the shape of these two people, the Joseon people become the people trusted by the world.

Chirinso and other creditors did not dispose of L's land, which was once again penniless, saying that the righteous should help.

The window couldn't stand it, so I just tried to run back. So now I have no choice but to go out to the road, and in this case, if I don't ask for the power of the police station, I have no ability to do anything about the ignorant Qing Dynasty, so I was standing and answering. However, the smelly and insipid house and the shape of the house keep appearing in the head, and Soon-hee's poor sound, who was sadly mellowing "oppa" in the narrow room behind the kitchen, seemed to be heard, making her heart throbbing and tears in her eyes. After asking and writing, the inspector's words, "It's still dawn, so there's no one, so I can't handle it now." The director and you will not come until 8 o'clock, so come then!" When the window heard that, it seemed that his body was falling deep into the depths. 000000008 o'clock! 000000008 o'clock! I don't know what kind of trouble young Soonhee will have while she's doing this. I think I have to wait for almost three hours until 0000008 o'clock, so it seemed dark ahead. I had no choice but to wait until 1000000008 o'clock instead of 0000008 o'clock and go with a police officer. And in the meantime, I could go home if I wanted to go home quickly, but I couldn't go home and just asked him to buy me a bowl of rice, so I was sitting behind my desk and eating Seolleongtang. It was when Chang-ho crouched next to the desk downstairs at the police station. No one knows, but a man in a white robe talked loudly about his son or daughter in an angry voice facing a policeman, so I put down my bowl of rice and looked up, saying, "Who is it?" He was a welcome father I hadn't seen for eight months.

When Chang-ho was eating, someone talked loudly with the policeman, so I looked up and saw him as if I hadn't seen him for eight months.

"If you don't give it to me within this week, I will definitely dispose of it...…" Although it is a sentence that I always hear as if it were a conventional sentence, Hak-soo's heart was hurt and worried. I was depressed all day. There was no way to change the amount of money because I couldn't eat it properly. My heart ached at the thought of my old father, who torments me every month. As he carried the poor family on his back, the poor figure bent like a pine tree stuck in his heart like a picture and did not fall off. The pig, which had been carefully raised for a year, was sold out before the tax. He grew up one more year and sold it in the spring of next year, and sold a few more pots of potato fields, but he had no choice but to sell them. As such, the tax rush was as severe as fire. The scholar still remembers what happened that day. At the Myeonso, the Myeonseo later brought out the "sulgi." My mother cursed even though she thought it was useless. My father sat in front of the garden and smoked nothing but a cigarette with a black face. As the "drinker" carrying the rice cooker rolled out of the door, her mother followed her to the corner of the wool and cried. Inevitably, the next day, my father sold his cherished strawberries and found a rice cooker. My mother didn't eat alcohol when I was three years old. The scholar can't forget what happened then. "What should I do with this month's tuition fee because it doesn't work?" When I went home after half a day of worry, my father, who went out to the field, had not returned yet. While holding a hoe and cultivating the vegetable garden in front of the garden, my father returned.

Hak-soo remembers that his mother cried when the rice cooker rolled out, so he sold countless rice cookers that his father did and found the rice cooker, but his mother did not drink when he was three years old.

It is sunset one day in late spring the year after the dissolution. Bongyeom's mother looked at the door while sewing. There is a clear shadow of the eaves on the red door. Will Pangdoong come today? Where in the world will he stay for so long? He thought again. This was what he wanted to ask when he treated Pangdong's wife. However, when I looked at his appearance of being coy at any time, I stopped saying what I was going to say. And if it's sunset like this, will it come today? I said, I was nervous. It was not so pleasant to him that Pangdong was coming, but somehow he was looking forward to and missed Pangdong. I wish you could come...… You have to say it this time. What? I can't think of the next word and my ears are burning. How about he guesses it? What's the point of doing it? Namjeongs do that to me...… He drew Pang-dong's face on his head and looked at it with resentment. After that night, Pang-dong's attitude seemed to have become cold, no matter how well he interpreted it. At first, he seemed to be like that because he was a decent adult and had a picky wife next to him, but as time went by, his resentment slightly raised his head. On the other hand, he felt that endless affection was constantly being drawn to Pangdong on an invisible line. He sighed-sighed away the sweat that flowed around the palate. Do you always talk about Pangdoong without hesitation and receive love? The mere thought of it made him sick and tired of it. But when he realized all the surroundings around him, he wanted to cry. And I envied Pangdong's wife endlessly. He bowed his head without hesitation, and listened to the work as an enemy, asking why the child was ingrained. That night that comes to mind from the tip of the needle. Didn't Pang-dong of that night attack him like an angry tiger. He was so scared and scared that he held onto the stretched silk package until the room was dark and rebelled by dying, but he couldn't win and had a baby. It didn't seem like one's own sin to think about it. But why can't he say this to Pangdoong. And I couldn't even eat cold noodles that I wanted to eat so much.

Bong-yeom's mother resent Pang-dong's coldness and waited and missed him.

"There must be more effort in art...…." It was a cruel recommendation, but it sounded like a voice of salvation to Miran. As he was looking at his sympathy with a settled mind, he heard a word of the conclusion he wanted to hear the most. "Can we live by art alone?" "How can we walk on the difficult path of art without such dignity?" "Art is everything in life." "We have to do that."In the path of art, I will always be a good companion. "It was someone else's business, but for Miran, Younghoon's declaration sounded like a bolt from the blue, and it was a cold sweat flowing through her body. Is there a time when you are afraid of love when you hear the other person's declaration while playing black and white. The sound of the two people's words was cut off by it, and there was silence until some time. It was a scary moment when Miran was impatient and waiting for Gaya's cry, thinking that it was probably her turn to hear Gaya's cry, not the horse……. Miran could not help feeling sorry for Gaya as if she had stolen his important secret just by accidentally overhearing them. With that chance, he knew the contents of Younghoon and Gaya clearly, and he clearly caught the impression of Gaya's tragedy. While feeling sorry for Gaya's situation, the relief from the consciousness that there is still room for one's own squeeze, I felt that it was a devil's joy inside, but I couldn't help but feel that it was an unstoppable feeling of nature. There is no one to feel that way, and there is no ability in the world to stop it. Competition and fighting continue to be fierce even in the dark. Under close attention, Melanie's test continued even further. While peeping between the two and examining the achievements of Gaya's mind, the first impression only became clearer. As Younghoon's mind was calm and obvious, Gaya's emotions were inversely proportional and hot, Miran looked at it with a childlike look.

Miran overheard Younghoon and Gaya's words and felt pity for Gaya, but joy and relief.

It is said that the novelist said that he should know the cooking method in detail, regardless of whether it was a creative yummook Tolstoy or someone. There is no reason why ordinary people should know how to cook, but a novelist is a woman like thisIt is an interesting story for us as it means that we should have enough knowledge for F's and Cooks. Anyone who has written down it as a novel has experienced it, but I think this knowledge cannot be described in a single line without knowing the outline or part of it or even the small clavicle at the same time. It is by no means a description of the whole thing, and even if it is handed over to a one or two-line description, it is probably the custom of novel writers who can only write a brush after knowing what they know. The situation is the same in any case, not in the cooking method. A novelist cannot show a beautiful description of any person or event of the era without scientifically understanding the world history ideology of the society along with the world or customs. It doesn't mean that you draw everything just because you know it, it doesn't mean that you record what you know as it is. For this, our culture already has a systematic science. It is necessary to subject this scientific knowledge and represent it in literature, and as an indispensable preparation for this representation, it is necessary to have knowledge or experience as mentioned above.

A novelist who has to subject scientific knowledge to literary representation cannot show a beautiful description of the era without scientifically understanding the world historical ideology of society.

Red blood is mixed with pus and flows down. He strained his hand. Hands go into the swollen affected area and hit the joints of the leg bones. Blood and pus are readily buried at the tip of the red hand. My brother's face comes to mind. My brother gave his life, so I didn't even want to deal with the sick man. His eyes become dark and his inexplicable emotion is often coming up to the back of his eyes, which are swollen. The pus stopped and only blood flowed, so the affected area was rubbed with 10 parts of alcohol, and the nivanoru gauze was picked up with tweezers, pushed deeply into the affected area, and the disinfected gauze was wrapped in 10 parts of the gauze, covered with yellow oil, and bandaged. The patient rubs the sweat flowing on his forehead with the back of his hand and then gets up with a cane. I feel like I'm sweating and my hair is sore hair. He stepped back. The hair of the patient who writes red ginseng, and the sleeping bag that seemed to be dried by overcoming pus, is underneath, and I turned around and put my hand in the washbowl next to the steam. I thought it was just my mother, too, when the cresol water lightly hit his hand. Sweat drips down under my ears. He looked at the doctor all the time. He is looking at a book with his brows wrinkled. I always look like that when I feel bad. Perhaps because such a rough patient had visited, there was a difficult phrase in the medical book, so I couldn't pick it up. However, he couldn't help but reminisce about the unexpected past and snort.

When I put my hand in the sink thinking that he would have no children or parents, I thought that I was just my mother.

"Hahaha, oppa, it's not good now. If it was right after graduation, there were many times when I wanted to marry you, but now no one wants to marry me because I'm a high school tramp and I'm a gangster." My sister raised me sharply like a needle. "Hahaha, do you think of me like that? Or a rich daughter……." He spoke like a joke because his sister's stinging words did not irritate his heart at all, but he could not have sat down indifferently. "Icuna, brother, and rich daughter just slap her husband on the cheek." Byung-hwan smiled as if his sister's determination to marry a rich woman was so firm and unchanged. "No way, you'll get beaten up." "Inje, you'll be human." He said, "But you'll listen to me." "Oppa, I've been worried about what to do with you every day. By the way, if you say the right thing, the world is proving you're a tramp. So I'll teach you a good thing. He said, "I think you're the best, but how can I do it when the world doesn't recognize you?" was to make the sick become a worker. His husband has no leisure because he has no wife, but he has a lot of leisure, so he has saved money and a battery that he has given to him as a tenant, and he has to borrow 15,000 pyeong of state land last year, so he has a lot of work to do.

The sister, who had been concerned about her brother, said she would let him know good things and told him to become a worker.

There is also a garden where corn and kidney beans are planted, so it seems that there is nothing to the scenery of the countryside in any town. "It's the French Consulate." When I reached the doorway where I could see a large two-story house in the bushes, Yu-ra awakened my attention. It is interesting that the size of the house is only large, but the shape of the house is no different from the company house. Is it a sign of democratic culture. "It is not only Kitayskaya that has changed, but this consulate is also different from yesterday." "Because I lost the battle with Germany." "Because we lost contact with the Bullets, the consul's family is having a hard time even living these days." Rather than selling a car or handing over your old jewelry - newspapers tell you everything." "The world looks like it should change." After spending a few French consulates, it is the Hwaran Consulate. Although the size is a little small, the small house that you can see through the branches seems to be the neatest in the area. The flower bed is in full bloom with bright red salvia. But why is there a lock on the iron door. "You mean it's been shut down." "It's shut down." The officials. - They reduced their livelihood with a backlog and lent almost all of it to a company. " "The consulate has become a rented house." After staring at the closed iron door for a long time, I slowly left in front of it with Yuura. As the head gets dizzy, the green leaves of the elm tree are pressing as if they are tangled in the snow. As if solving a riddle, the alley in the afternoon is still. Only the sound of our footsteps blurt out on the cleanly organized path.

Me and Yuura looked at the consulate, which had been closed and locked on the iron door, for a while, and then left.

I know the disease won't heal in a day. There are times when I feel better about whether this disease will take my life in the near future. When I lie down with my eyes closed with a pillow on my pillow, I think of a better fear if the whole world is as quiet as death. It's not the world I have a scary thought about where there are no people, so I open my eyes in the shape of a better crazy person, open the door, and look outside. Sometimes, if I lay comfortably in the grave, I feel as if I heard my flesh-rotten water flowing through the cracks of the soil and stones covered with my skull, and there are times when I can see the eyes of insects that eat my flesh, blood, and bone marrow. I have many dreams. If a dream foreshadows a certain fate, my fate will not be so complicated in the future. But the strange thing is that I can't be so comfortable when I have a bad dream, but I feel sad when I have an auspicious dream. In any case, when my nerves become pointy and I am overreacting, I often worry about myself. Masan's sea is nice. When you breathe in the air of the sea and exhale it, there are times when you swallow the sea and spit it out. Even when I stand on the dirty pier of Kumasan Mountain, when I look out at the sea, and when a ship with a white sail slides over the glass-like sea from a distance, I feel like I have tied my heart to the end of the mast and attracted my heart to an infinitely distant country.

I know my illness won't heal in a day and I'm scared to think that I'm going to lose my life in the not too distant future.

Balzac's novel, which opens, covers, and cleans up after more than a week of reading, may have many reasons, but one reason is that he cannot keep up with the passion of the magnificent work. Balzac's characters live with bull-like passion. After setting one life goal, I live with one person as if I were possessed by magic. live to the last drop of one's life. That's the case with Baru Dazal, that's the case with Euro, and that's the case with Cruel. No, all the characters in his entire work are like that. The whole body, the whole sense, the whole body passion of living with all intelligence, the absolute life - how many times did I gasp on the way to follow this. I tried to quit several times, but after I managed to follow it to the end and read one book, I was drunk with the passion as if I were drinking a high-quality liquor that was sticky and strong. For a few days, it's all about the characters without thinking about anything else. Indeed, I clearly feel that this is a great "literature." After all, I think it's because of latitude and geography. Balzac's life-long passionate novel - in which people born in France and with Southern passion live vigorously - is a definite reason that we, living in different latitude and climate, cannot easily follow the novel. Would such great enthusiasm fit our castle, which lives in a not-so-hot temperature and has a not-so-big build. Balzac's body and ours - there is this distance between his novel and ours.

Balzac's characters live with bull-like passion until the last drop of their lives with one goal of life.

He was a lovesick, and he had been eating and drinking for a long time. The person who was doing it had already recovered from the disease. It is natural to know that the disease is already cured, so it is natural to know that it is good, but it is hard to say that human appetite is also great along with color desire to know what will happen after Myeongjae Gyeonggak and Han Sikgyeong. "Honey, why don't we have a drink?" The man then supports the Jinjigae in a dark corner next to the road. The guy who was ahead of that said willingly, as if he had been waiting, said, "Oh, that's a good thing to say. I know Lim Jan's mind well. Yeah, let's forget about it. Let's forget about it. I can't forget about it!" "Don't you mind if I leave it here?" "Don't you have it?"…" 'What if someone comes and takes it?' 'Isn't it a good thing!' 'Oh, by the way!' The man and the man take it back and go to the liquor office. Thinking that it was more than the rest of the food, the cupboard was even more unbearable, and soon everything was about to be seen in my eyes. After the man and the man went to the Liquor Office, two people appeared shortly afterwards, the old man and the young man. "I made that ark useful!" It was the words of the young people. The old people responded, "Maybe it's someone's karma!" "Well, I hope you lose and run two weeks of our rice!" "Does it make sense to steal the ark of another's house and have two bowls of rice?" "Isn't it good to have a living tool for two provinces?" "It's good to have a living tool for two provinces?" "I'm glad to have a living, but I took the wrong karma ghost." What would you do if you met Dong-ti?" At this time, the naked captain Bae in the chest couldn't doze off the child and said, "Don't worry and take it! Get away!" he cried quietly. I thought that if the people only lost and went, they would get out of the clutches of the headquarters of the organization, and if they got out of the clutches, they would be able to survive. However... "What's the big noise?" "Where is the sound coming from?" The two old and young people scream at each other and look around with wide-eyed.

While the man and the man were going to the liquor office, the captain in the chest, who was listening to the conversation between the two people about the ark, shouted quietly, "Don't worry about the child and take it."

Also, when I saw the view of Goryeo (a piece of paper) in China's famous sentence, which was good at swearing at Goryeo people for no reason, how much did I praise Korea's knowledge as an ordinary Chinese who endlessly worshiped Joseon? In addition, it is true that all people around the world now value and value Joseon's treasures in unison. In addition, walnuts from Cheonan, Chungcheong Province, have received special treatment in Chinese cuisine, and recently, Japanese pharmacology has greatly welcomed them. In addition, Silbaek pine nut, a famous mountain of our Joseon Dynasty, is famous enough to stop crying foreign children, and foreigners know better than us that yellow tobacco in Chungju, Chungcheong-do, is excellent enough to appeal to the world's tobacco eaters just by smelling it. Also, Nokyong and Ungdam in Hamgyeong-do and Gangwon-do are the best medicines in the world, and among the government offices, there is a reputation for surpassing Taiwan's candy that Pyongyang's candy is the world's best. In addition, apples from Daegu, Hamgyeong-do, Deokwon, Pyeongan-do, Jinnampo, and Hwangju, Hwanghae-do, filled the hungry stomach of each country's military during World War II, and nights in Yangju and Pyongyang, Gyeonggi-do, have long been treated as special gifts.

China's Dongdongpa, who cursed the Goryeo people for no reason, also praised Goryeo's point of view.

The journey after leaving the new journey through Siberia (Seobaekria 5) was not such a path without a trace of the retinal desert that has already passed. The grasslands, dotted with undulating hills and vast slopes of the plateau everywhere, gave the impression of a very different world compared to the monotonous and unchanged scenery that has passed so far. The road was also completely pioneered by constant traffic. The carriage which carried us ran, looking at the tents which were sometimes gathered in groups of ten or twenty, forming a small nomadic settlement. In addition, sheep and horses belonging to their nomads were also grazing near the village in hundreds of thousands of large groups. Already, the feeling of traveling in the vast desert disappeared, and we were always conscious of the constant relationship with human life, so we went our way. The slope of the plateau continued almost indefinitely. The carriage, which departed from the city of Goryun around the time of the morning, continued to run downhill until the end of the day. As the plateau went down, the temperature became colder, but there was no wind, so the trip was much less difficult. Around sunset, we arrived at a station village on the way. It was one of the nomadic villages formed by a group of tents that seemed to be about 20 families. At first glance, one tent, much larger than the other tents, could be guessed that it was the tent of the village's most prestigious chief. We stopped the car in front of the tent and got off. The villagers, who had been nervous with interest and curiosity since our carriage began to be seen in the distance, came with the eyes of innocent wonder shining and already surrounded our carriage.

We stopped and got off the carriage before the tent, which was supposed to belong to the chief, and the villagers surrounded it, shining the eyes of innocuous wonder from the moment our carriage began to be seen in the distance.

I wanted to see them sitting together and playing because I wanted to keep them for two months without any prior notice. There was a time when I wondered if there was a reason to look down on me because I was under pressure and disappointed, and I wanted to hold my husband and cry as much as I could while on an expedition. As such, Mrs. Kang frequently had various anxieties about delusions, anger, sadness, and despair, but strangely enough, he rarely showed such expressions on the surface. He set his avnomal world in a separate, independent space, and at any time, he went in alone and worried alone, and he never led others into the real world or brought the convenience of the world to the real world. As such, Mrs. Kang was very wise, and in fact, such a nightmare world is often nightly, so he was usually a decent, calm, virtuous housewife and adult in this family. In other words, since the stability of the mind was not fundamentally destroyed, it was not forced by sheer self-control and reluctantly pretended to be serious only on the face. Of course, compared to when I was young, this change was not slightly unnoticed by people around me, whether it was fickle or fluffy, and desperate corners of speech and behavior, but it did not mean that no one was worried or harmed.

Mrs. Kang never showed her husband to the surface strangely even though she wanted to hold him and cry as much as she could.

Thus, Woo-sik and Heung-sik visited a quiet place, greeted each other again, and talked about the postwar situation and discussed with each other. Either of them made a firm commitment to work together because they had only a chance. It is God's will to punish the wicked, and it is not a human proposition, but now that Okji has such a fearful strong enemy, what will Okji's decision be in the future and how will Heung-sik and Woo-sik dispose of it? Okji, who went inside to avoid Woo-sik, was uncomfortable to wear from that day, so she was lying in bed. Now that I met Woo-sik face to face here, it has been revealed that he had been hiding his traces until now, and everything he has done so far will be in vain. Even if his sins are not revealed, he will not stay still if Woo-sik finds out about this, so what should he do in the future? He is not far from being a male-free woman of the noble family. Moreover, Seok-gu was not sympathetic to my work, and when this fact was discovered again, the count or Seok-gu would guess that the previous day's behavior was unclean. The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't sleep and worried, the more I was lying down. However, there is no way for Okji to know the relationship between Woo-sik and Heung-sik. Therefore, even though Woo-sik knew his whereabouts, he only knew that it would take some time to vent his anger. Indeed, it is. Although Woo-sik knew everything about Ok-ji and what he had been doing, he was waiting for a safe method and an appropriate time in case he would fail if he started working hastily.

Woo-sik and Heung-sik discussed the agreement to go to a secluded place and work together if they had a chance.

"I don't know why either. There is no police in the world when drunk students suddenly rush into the alley, block the road, pick a fight, and hit them recklessly. Oh, my heart is racing. Hold on to me. "I'm going to get up." Han Chigak stood up, supported by Kang Jin-sa. "I'm counting my injuries. Is that how you can walk? I'm embarrassed here, and I'm going to warm up in a hot room. Then Janellan, stand here and wait. I'll run down to the car club down here and call a taxi," Gangjin Temple goes out of the alley. "Hey, Mr. Kang. I'm going to call a car, so tell the police box at the intersection and let me catch them." Han Chi-gak's lips trembled because he was about to be sick because it was his first time in his life. "Hey, if I talk to the police box, will they stay around here until now? They all ran away. Kang Jin-sa ran out of the alley, running around, saying, "I'll talk to the police station later and call a car first so that you can go home and get treatment as soon as possible." After a while, there was a sound of a car, and Gangjinsa Temple jumped out of the car, supported a chi-gak and sent it to the car, and Gangjinsa Temple headed to Gwangheejeong's house on the main road in Dong-gu. The 86th detective's trip to Chigak returned to his home with the warm protection of Gangjinsa Temple after an unexpected disaster and a dangerous life that almost froze on the road in Gwonnong-dong, where the cold was severe. Han returned to his house and caused a great commotion. As long as he had never experienced such a terrible sight in his life, Chigak made a lot of fuss by hitting the family members with a brush and saying, "Call for a good doctor, ask for a oriental medicine doctor." However, the extent of one injury is not much of a serious.

Han Chigak told Kang Jin-sa to hold him and stood up with help.

If you die again, you die.' Whenever I go empty-handed and get a checkup, I swear that I will never see the doctor's frowning face again, but when I am busy, I have no choice but to turn around. 'He's no wonder. Sometimes I had a bad feeling about the doctor, thinking, "Is there any way to just give me the medicine I bought for money?" At the same time, when he stood in front of him, he couldn't bear the inexplicable insult feeling boiled in his heart. While walking mechanically thinking about this and that, when I lifted my head, it came down to Baeogae Intersection that I was going to Cheomjeong Pavilion. "I'm going to pee." He was alone in his brain, and as he turned his feet up with a smile, he couldn't help but think that people passing by seemed to laugh at his stupid behavior. When I reached the door of the hospital, I felt like I was laughing at myself from the shiny tin sign on the door, so I couldn't take my feet off. The doctor's face, which seemed to be responding reluctantly with an awkward smile, was in front of him, so he couldn't help but shuddering the insult. However, considering the suffering of the young, even if they die after being insulted, they cannot help but enter. "Are you here?" When I entered the front door, the pharmacist standing in the pharmacy facing me greets me. "Yes! It's very hot. How are you in this heat?" He said with the most calmness as he managed to get in with his already itching face.

I don't want to see the doctor's frown, but considering the agony of the young, I have no choice but to see a doctor.

What I'm going to say now is to explain this unlucky poem as an argument. Therefore, if it is distinguished separately, it can be divided into six generations of the three major wooden bodies, Jeongeup body, and Gyeonggi body, as follows, and its nature and origin will be discussed in turn. 1. In the second year (888) of King Jinseong of Silla, Gakgan Wi Hong took Daegu and collected the incense scattered at the time, and the book was named "Samdaemok." However, he has now discovered 14 pieces in "Samguk Yusa" and 11 pieces in "Gyobungiwon Tongcho" and investigated 25 pieces of Jung Gyun-yeo. In fact, this is a standard that can take the form of a half-hearted ingredient of torture. Following these 25 general poems, it is possible to sufficiently discuss the stay of "Samdaemok," so for convenience, it is now called and viewed as Samdaemok body. To briefly explain the beauty of the stay, the three major wooden bodies of the Great Joints will insist on the content rate rather than the rate of embroidery. Of the 25 pieces on the health board, only four are small of ordinary people, and all 21 are editorials like Badutangheun, which are from the lineage of monks. In other words, it would not hesitate to admit that the stay of "Samdaemok" was usually derived from the main law of monks claimed by literary circles at the time. Therefore, all of the rhetoric is assumed based on the preface of Choi Haeng-gwi in Gyobungi Tongcho, which is similar to today's boy's day, when a monk praises Buddhism by coordinating Chinese poetry and arranging it in Korean.

In the 2nd year of King Jinseong of Silla, Yu Hong collected the incense scattered with Daegu, named Samdaemok, and investigated 25 pieces from the wild Samguk Yusa and Gyobungiwon Tongcho, which is actually the standard of torture.

Hong Ki-seop also wanted to admire the teacher as a scholar of the time, but he hesitated to visit first because of the wide difference in official goods, but one day, while meeting each other on the road, he went to the teacher's house together as a teacher and kept his righteousness for life. After the teacher returned, it was a great honor for Kim Noh-kyung and Hong Seok-ju to write their names in the collection after arguing with each other over the right to correct it, and this fact alone shows that the teacher's poem shines like the moon at the time. Lee Seo-gu, Kim Yi-yang, commented on the teacher's poem, but said it was Gohwa Pyochun to Gongsan Dokwang, which applied Wang Eom-ju's review of Ko Sook-sa's poem, but I should not only praise him that much, but if I read his collection of poems in the first millennium, I will not see it again. Of course, there are many people who are better than teachers in modifying sound. Goun Choi Chi-won's poem with Shin Myo-mi, Oh Se-jae's poem with Boom Hon-hu, Ungwi Ho-yeon's poem, Lee Saek's poem, Lee Jo-in's poem, which was mainly written by the eight literary artists. Of course, even in Sasang poetry, there is Anchuk, who vomited the repentance of Ugukgae in the Goryeo Dynasty, and Yoon Chul's attempt to lead with the moral scripture of the early Ijo period, but I came out as a religious connotation unless it was a temporary emotion. In some of the teacher's collections, there were improvised emotions and created by rational treatment, but through the cause, the life remained forever by touching the bottom of human emotions and throwing up infinite freedom equality. If you look at the teacher's collection with a normal eye, it will be dull, but when you taste it, it is full of true spirit and a tombstone is opened, which leads to a thousand years of mystery.

In repairing the teacher's collection, Kim Noh-kyung and Hong Seok-ju found it a great honor to write their names in the collection by arguing with each other for correction.

The king rose to his feet. As he stood up, he called Lee Chun-bu. "Lee Si-sang. Seal this national seal." At that moment, everyone's spine was filled with goosebumps. Everyone lay on their stomachs and held their breath. Lee Chun-bu, who was pointed out, couldn't help but tremble. The king waited for a moment, and asked, "Is there no servant to obey that?" Sindon had to wink at Lee Saek. Lee Saek's face turned pale, and his hands shook, sealing the seal and writing "Shin Saekgeunbong." Looking at it, he said, "I don't follow my words because I'm not virtuous, so get the virtuous person at will and leave the seal to me. Wang-son is a eccentric, and ordinary people are not. Bad!" I threw the last word and went in quickly. Even after the king entered, everyone remained silent for a while. When these officials recovered their spirits and found the king, the king took four eunuchs and disappeared from the palace. The palace that lost the king was boiling with water. While the king was scolding him for finding the king in the palace, the king took four eunuchs and only one of the princess's camp to the An Clan of the An Clan (the maintenance chased him to his parents' house yesterday) and was sobbing in front of him. Knowing the king's whereabouts, the ministers went to Haenggung with the seal, but they were not allowed to climb on the stone, so they just returned. All of them turned into contemplation because they were not allowed to enter Suraban Peninsula. × While all the ministers were whispering in every corner without knowing what to do, Shindon sat silently guarding the wide pavilion alone.

When the king got up and told Lee Chun-bu to seal the seal, everyone lay down and held their breath, and Lee Chun-bu trembled and could not move.

A few days after his resuscitation, Lee Bae left Jego for a school 150 or so away from the neighborhood. A school called T, located 150 ri away, is located in a mountainous area, but it was a famous school in Joseon. The founder of the school was a famous patriot. It was a school built to spread patriotic thoughts to the hearts of boys along with theology. I came to school with a bundle of a couple of clothes. However, he was still a helpless and unreliable boy, and he was at a loss what to do, so he wandered outside the school door and was found by the school principal. The principal was also a well-known visionary and patriot across the country, who deliberately came to this rural school principal to teach a good lesson to the young buds that will grow in the future with the will of the founder. The principal recognized the wisdom of the boy. So, in order to make a big bowl of the country in the future, he took this boy home and took responsibility for all of his education by asking him to do small things. Lee Bae, a prodigy in old studies, fully demonstrated his natural character even when he turned to theology. Lee Bae showed the most outstanding performance among the talented people gathered from all over the country in love with this school. Born as a prodigy in a rural scholar's family, Lee Bae, who cultivated the ethics of oriental tradition and considered this to be the only study, finally entered the surprising field of knowledge at this school. In this world, the country of Hoin, now a direct line of Mr. Howe, Lee Bae, who only knew about this, knew that there was a country called Joseon called Korea, and he was surprised to know that Japan wanted to absorb surprising newspapers and live in the East.

The boat was found by its founder, the principal, while wandering outside the school gate, feeling helpless and unsure of what to do.

Wolgwanggok is 130 years ago from now. Beethoven, who finished dinner at his friend's house on a lonely autumn evening, even the wind shaking the leaves, used the streets of his castle, which was still in early evening sleep, under the chilly moonlight all over his body. It had a great pride that was hard to get in terms of nature at that time, which was why Beethoven, the great composer of genius, was born in this castle, and his name was rising all over the world with the energy of the Rising Sun. Beethoven, the genius of fire, was constantly filled with natural melodies, and even the sound of wind passing through the tree's back, the light of morning dew shining on the leaves of cosmos, was music in his ears, and there was nothing beautiful in his eyes. Moreover, how could there be no inspiration for Beethoven's hearts to burn among the disturbances of the moon night when even the hearts of the Cain Mookers were disturbed on a moonlit and sky-high autumn night? As he gazed at the full moon in the center and moved his busy legs helplessly, he realized that the thin melody of the piano was broken and broken in the light wind. Beethoven was surrounded by silence and took a step closer and closer to where the sound of music was heard. What soon stood out was a small hut by the shadow of a dark tree without fire, and a slender melody coming from the house, which was Beethoven's own song, "Sonata in Group F." It's weird if it's really weird, and weird if it's weird. What is the piano in this dark hut, and who is it that plays it? Beethoven, who had no question to ask, had forgotten his ego, and was excited by the strange impulse of inspiration, and at some point opened the door of the house without even knowing it, and entered the door without a sound.

The sound of the wind and the light of dew were also music and beauty to Beethoven's ears.

"Sister, don't get upset. It'll get better soon, what's wrong?" Ok's struggle was something he couldn't see with his eyes. Ok-yi, who had been running for a long time, fell in the air on the street floor. The passers-by looked back and smiled. The children came running here. The two ears of the chamber were blazing. "Sister, take your time." I grabbed him up. Okie moved on again, feeling distant ahead. Young-sil was so sad that she sneaked out. The children stood close to each other and stared breathlessly. He managed to get the jade up and clasped his hand. "Unnie! Wake up!" I looked at Okie. In his taste buds, sweat formed and flowed under his ears. As it turned out, red-clad prisoners were escorted by guards. Yeongsil stopped and stopped. "Oppa!" The long-faced man glanced back to this side and passed by without saying a word. Yeongsil's frightening beating heart surprised Okie. 'What's going on? Who is it?' 'My brother is the third person to go there.' He opened his eyes wide. "Oppa? Oppa that my mother was talking about..."… Is it him?" Tears fell from Yeongsil's eyes. Okie looked at their thin background. Therefore, the words of Yeongsil's mother, who was talking with tears, made his heart cry. Young-sil, who sacrificed his body for hundreds of workers. This thought changed my mind.

When Ok-yi, who was running, fell, the people passing by looked back and smiled, and Yeong-sil heated up and grabbed Ok-yi and raised her up.

There is a saying in the East that is heartless. It is said that it is in the spirit of the Buddhist monk, not in shape. The crime of unorthodox refers to Inhuman to human nature, and does not mean anti-human to all extent. Just as Apollo and Dionysus were symbols of lust and wisdom, Buddha statues are created when they are human-shaped but not human-like. When you feel the reality of silence that has only burned in the blazing fire, the fire is like a whole of fire that is alive again in the center, which is opposite to the blazing appearance. The easier it is to expose, the harder it is to be unorthodox. The consent of the human condition is established here that the body, which cannot distinguish between the body and the thought, immediately thinks, and at the same time, thinking is physical. I don't know how important these are for literary reality. The strange sense of urgency that the body shows the invisible part at the same time as the body thinks is wet in front of us. Reality appears anywhere in cities and countryside, in battlefields and oceans. The reality is that it is a visible body, as a day, or as a blazing external salt, in other words, as a shape and place. However, just as the body is led by accidents and foreign affairs are led from the center at low nights, reality is closer to the unnoticed reality, thereby achieving his reality. For example, William Poekner's consciousness was really concentrated as the agony of this transition reality. Pochner's method was to induce bright day and foreign salt to dark centers and nights in the invisible accident of the visible body, and if civilization in the city is turned from rural to nature in the battlefield to chaos in the sea, that is, by removing Anti from Real to Inreal, and Liati was achieved.

In the practice of self-conditioning, which awakens time in a place, Poccan literary reality and Liarity have been achieved.

"Why would you do that? If you don't want to get it and throw it again, it'll be okay." "It's easy to say. Where is it? Once a guy sticks to something, does it fall off easily in the shape of a tick? If it were you, I would have said, "You and Jung-sook's lips were sulky as if they were different, but Kyung-ja readily noticed this and I was confused, saying, "I'm sure! Aren't you a fool who tears up when a drunk customer shouts in front of you? So you're scared of your husband. But it's all because there's no culture. "I feel like I've been humiliated in scratching my belly like this, so I can't help but blush and tears in my eyes. You're a fool, aren't you? Listen to everything you've said and say thank you, damn it! How long did I go to school? I'm the only one who knows. And if you think about the culture or the damn thing, 'It's because you're not cultured -?' Young-ae said I'm the only one who looks like a horse-like girl. However, on the surface, she is teased by Gyeong-ja in any way. He opened his mouth soon, but he hesitated and said, "Is it because you're scared of your husband? Why are you so silent? Haru doesn't like her husband, who lived with her, but what body hair do you want her to go out?" "Body hair? Huh! Is it body hair that you're thirsty for?" And she said, "You don't know any body! I Byul, I do! It's because I'm not cultured." I quickly turned the "culture" around and tried it.

Young-ae cursed Gyeong-ja inwardly because her medicine was close to her, but on the surface, she lacks eloquence and prestige.

"Are you a person who is out of shape?" The person who worked is crazy about JPY1 and what are you thinking about selling it?" "...…" "If that's the case, let's be very fairies, furniture wherever you go." "……" Who's dog is barking. Then, the widow was upset. "Boknyeo, take good care of your eldest brother if he packs a bundle." When he has to go to the marketplace, the widow gently hints to her daughter. Since only women lived, there were many things to do like a man. 'Why, mother?' 'Well, look after it. Look at you. Your eldest brother has changed his mind, and now he's going to his house. Look at me." "No way!" I couldn't believe the lucky girl who was only 15 years old. "What do you mean, take a good look?" The widow was as quick as she got older, even though she had promised like this. Since her eldest daughter-in-law Bang Soon-i went to her parents' house on the first New Year's Day, she has only been thinking about leaving the marriage. It was more difficult to bear alone. It was in the evening of Dano that Bang-soon finally decided to leave this house. Bang-soon even had such an appointment with Chun-geun, who lied to his mother-in-law last time as Yuk-chon Oro-Bunny. On Dano, he went to his parents' house and told them to come straight to Yeongdeungpo. Bang-soon did the same thing. I've known Chungeun well since I was young. When Bang-soon graduated from elementary school, Chun-geun was a freshman in high school at Seoul Commercial School. When they were young, they used to curse at each other, but as they grew older, they turned away when they encountered each other on the street, and when Bang-soon began to wake up to being a reason, Chun-geun married a female student in Seoul.

Knowing that her eldest daughter-in-law, Bang-soon, has been thinking about getting married, she advised her daughter to take a good look at whether Bang-soon packs a bundle.

When I asked him if he was, Jung laughed, saying, "I wasn't introduced, but I was introduced." "There is Kwon's Jongjungsan Mountain nearby. It's not a big mountain, but if it was before, it would only cost 4,500 won, and it'll be sold for 6,000 won this time. "Since I have the right to do so, I think it will take up about 3,400 won." I was actually as happy as I had run out of money on myself. "Oh, I'm glad to hear that." I repeated this again, "But I heard that Kwon An-dal and another person are very opposed." "Why is that?" "There are many tombs of the Kwon clan on the mountain." So, he said, "It's like selling my ancestor's skull." "Huh!" I felt like I shouldn't say anything more, so I kept silent. However, within a few days, Kwon's Jongjungsan Mountain was finally sold. I heard the rumor, but I could guess Kwon's feelings, so I never crossed it. He didn't say anything about Jongjungsan Mountain. Yeah, well, I've forgotten about it, too. After Dalpo passed again, I really went as far as I could go. Since it was the first lunar month, the sun was much warmer, and in the afternoon, the sun came up on the floor and sat with the young people. But I really had to overcome it somehow. I was able to enjoy the prosperous large bowl and the soft lawn to my heart's content. However, the rice bowl is almost bottomed out by squeezing it with an oil chest. Our Buddha was sitting at the end of the floor with the children one by one, staring at the sky.

When Kwon's Jongjungsan was sold, I could guess how it felt, and I never brushed by it, and he didn't say anything, so I forgot about it.

Even the children who were looking through the shape of shaking their heads felt that they couldn't handle such a fierce prank, or they prepared to play again, saying, "Then let's play together." "Yeah, it's just broken at an interesting time." Some children were still sorry, "I'm sorry that I'm in front of your house." But I'll make it sound later, okay." And I run over there. After looking at their shape enviously once again, I passed the outside door and entered the inner middle door, and the mother, who was sitting open in the main room, welcomed me to the floor and said, "Did you learn all the writing?" and grabbed my son's hand. He answered "Yes" as if he were tired, entered the main room and sat down, and his mother made him memorize the part he learned that day as he did every day. Hong, the mother, who was deeply satisfied with her son's intelligent attitude when she saw him kneel down neatly and read without a word, memorized everything she had learned that day and sat down tiredly, unconsciously, a sad thought permeated like the wind. "Why is a child with such an appearance and intelligence like me so weak?" Mrs. Hong lamented alone and ordered one person to bring the medicine she had carefully ironed. Although he is called Toban, he is rich in origin, and people are nice and kind, so he can't have any worries about this family, but he got it late Moreover, the only concern was that Sik, the only son, was always weak.

The concern of this family, which is rich even though people are young and rich, was the weak body of the only son, Sik, who was acquired late.

The harsh or colorful lives of "foolish humans" shone mournfully in every corner. There is nothing there but a continuation of the 'habit' and a repetition of 'normal philosophy'. The sight of feeling "hobbies" in common, such as bourgeoisie and proletariat, seemed infinitely foolish to him. On the street where the brilliant first-rate mination is faced, lightly decorated women flow, and in the bright department store, household goods and groceries of various facilities are displayed splendidly, but nothing turns him off. The radio and the record sang with energy, but his heart did not dance. Is there anything you want to eat before you die? He swung it, but his mind clearly replied, "No." The painting of a beautiful couple, who stood close to the display and chose winter cloth, did not attract him either. "There is not a trace of regret on this street!" In the end, he turned back halfway up the distance he was going up. I don't know if there's definitely a resounding stubbornness in my crushed heart, but at least my feelings are right - Ko Joo-hwa murmured in her mind. On the way to his house, which left the busy street, passed the wide street, and escaped the narrow street again, he finally reached Jeongdonggogae Pass, which he loved every day. "At the end of the day I will have to be with the cold moon." He looked at the moon again as he crossed the lonely hill, where there was no sign of movement and the sound of the street could be heard in the distance. Perhaps drunk on the spirit of the cold, clear, and high moon, his heart was a clear spirit and calm mind before he left for the land of death.

Joohwa concluded that he had no lingering feelings about this distance, turned around, and thought that the stubbornness that was enthroned in him was rooted, but at least it was the right emotion.

There should be trees in the mountains. Joseon's Sanjo is located in a pine tree. A pine tree must have a wind to indicate the value of the pine tree. When an old bent brush stands tall, it is as if the dignity is not afraid of the snow, but when the cool wind blows and passes, every branch of the tree dances like an old monk dancing excitedly by tapping the long sleeves of a plant ginseng here and making the body feel full of excitement. Here is the summer Jeongjo. However, there are few brushes along the Han River. Even if there are young sols who are still young, acacia or poplani are suitable for those who know. The ship goes up again towards the Dongjak River. The red bridge across the Han River is the same as floating in the air as if separating the water and the sky. It seems that you can see three Seogang above it, but a couple of peaks rose and sank with a wide field of Baeksaji across the water. It is like an island floating in the sea, so your heart seems to expand on its own and draw your mind toward the infinite. Treesless mountains have rocks and grassless sand. The black one is rock, the white one is sand, and the blue one is water. Water needs a rock to show its value, so it will fall from a thousand lengths to 10,000 lengths to a low place, become a white dragon, and become a blue dragon, creating a spectacular view like Guryong Falls in Geumgangsan Mountain, Park Yeon in Kaesong, and Niagara in America.

When the cool wind passes by, the old brush's branches are spread out, making it feel like an old monk dancing excitedly by tapping his long sleeves.

On the day this calf was weaned and dragged home, Cheomji was as full of spirit as when General Seonho entered the castle. He said, "Guys, the cow is going in. The cow is going in." I screamed while dancing my shoulders. People who saw it from the side grabbed the waist because the words and actions seemed like a bungja in Chunhyangjeon. He smoothed the calf to the brim. When a calf thought of his mother and was thirsty, he didn't know what to do like a poop man. Even if Song Ah-ji eats one less meal of porridge, Cheomji goes around all over the place, and he mends, saying, "Oh, he doesn't eat porridge." "Oh, that's a big deal. Then I'll see you." They teased me like this. - The cherished calf died without serving as a slave. In the summer of the following year, he had just taken a new piece of barley rice and had a stomach expansion and died in a hurry. "But it's better than starving him to death. I was born into this world, too Han, you died after seeing a full sheep once, so there must be no one." After burying the calf, Cheomji said this. In the spring of the following year, Cheomji acquired a second calf. The calf grew steadily and was replaced three years later with a pretty calf like a tiger cub. That was really the cow of the mark. - In other words, this cow was a ten-year virtue of Cheomji. No, the wish that Cheomji had wished for "I will have my own cow" in his 50th lifetime dream came true only today when his hair was gray.

On the day of dragging the weaned calf home, people held their backs, saying it was like a prodigy, seeing Cheomji's words and actions shouting that a cow was entering while dancing her shoulders.

In addition, there are plenty of hills to be built because the marriage is more surviving than the family home. Therefore, if you are a parent, you will go to your parents' house, and if you are a married woman, you will go anywhere in your marriage, calm your mind and body, and have a childbirth. There are many examples of widows who have no money but have bought a considerable fortune by themselves. So if you have that much to lean on, it won't be that difficult. For example, even if you can't save a lot of money, you can settle your mind in it, and if you want to commit suicide, the only thing to believe is your son Tae-jin, so it is most important to prepare to faithfully educate him. In this way, if I found life in something, my mind that had risen so far could be stabilized naturally. Sochi, who rarely makes such a decision, is not a big deal because it is designed to live only by young women and eternal babies who generally don't know how to become independent—to their parents when they are young, to their husbands. The hen, who became a widow, only became a widow, but spent the day receiving love with the family's livestock as before, and the more subtle sympathy of Yongdong's house. The eggs were still laid, and contrary to what the family was worried about, the neighbor's Jangdak had not yet been beaten because he didn't know. However, when was the misfortune waiting, and less than a month after the first tragedy, the second misfortune occurred.

Since the marriage is more surviving than the family, you will have to go to your parents' home or the marriage to calm your body and mind and give birth to a child.

There was only one occasion where I could get a glimpse of its history. The owner of the party had one older brother. The brother was still a boy. The man to be sentenced was a man with a rather sharp temper and a quick mouth. The boy once had a fight with the local children. As we fight and the words come and go, the boy says, "We're at a different root than your hominids We are forbidden jade leaves," he said. At home, the boy's father, who was taking a nap, rushed out at this sound. And dragged my son in without a word. The boy's face turned pale with fear as he entered. After this humble incident, the boy (Ajagae's brother) disappeared whether he had risen to the sky or leaked to the ground. And the boy's younger brother, Azagae, was chosen as his successor. How can the meddlesome old men in the neighborhood meet Ajagae's father on the street and say, "I don't see you anymoreWhen asked, "Do you lie down and suffer?" the father avoided a detailed answer, saying, "I sent him away in a funeral car." In this way, after the death of the predecessor, Azagae became the leader. Ajagae took great pains to take care of his son, Gyeonhwon. As this family has done so from generation to generation, they never put Gyeonhwon in farming as a boy. He taught learning at home and sent them to punishment to practice martial arts - so he only taught studies that were not suitable for the agricultural army.

The owner of the party had an older brother, and when the boy fought, he commanded that we were not at the root of your hometowns, the boy's father ran out and then decided to take his younger brother as his successor.

When I accepted and opened it, it was a story like, "Can't you come and go?" I changed my clothes because it was the time to bite the table. And I slowly stepped out of love with crab. "What are you doing now, uncle?" "Because I'm always sick," Sun said with a pitiful expression. But somehow I felt uneasy. It was because I had a rough idea of the insides to come to me. His sister was picking up medicine at the end of the floor when I entered. It was a narrow house with only one and a half compartments between the wall and the back. The watercolors were crabbed and the jar was crabbed. The yard was a cute yard about the size of a palm, so to speak, between the floor and the jar. The yard is littered with white rice. If you look at this, it seems that the disease has passed a step today. Maybe he was going to cook dinner and threw it away. He looked at me and said, "He's sick." When I asked with anxiety, "What kind of disease is it, is it a body ache?" he said, "I don't know, what disease is it?" and said, "The bottle doesn't eat anything and just doesn't go all day and night, maybe I...…" Then, before he finishes his speech, he shakes the hem of the dishcloth with his eyes. And when I sobbed a few times, I said, "I've scolded you a little, so maybe you're sick like that...…" It's like this to me. Of course, he was an extremely docile woman after a sick turn. In his opinion, he thought his brother was ill because he was upset.

When I asked what kind of disease I was in anxiety, he cried and complained that he was like that because he scolded me.

The idea of stone - it is God's necessity that God melts me, and it is my deed that I take away God's heat.- If you agree with Image, such as mineral cooling, in the universal sense of futility, I think it is also the dense fate of stones that occupy each part of this anxiety when you know the 20th century as an aging wall. Even after the time of bombing and reduction, he refuses to force intangible. The frowned face of the mountain and the leisurely ruins of the cracked city are each mocking humans in a dispersed existential position. Now the final contrast of space may be the warm sunset of the high sky clouds and that crumbling stone wall. I will not let the flowers bloom, nor will I let the sound grow, nor will a shadow stay. The will of the fossil that is hardening is the will of our last soul looking at that wall. It is the will to break up. But what a beautiful thing that stone was. Where did the history of Egypt, where the entire tribe built and carved, go, and how did the natural stone temple in Assyria and the mysterious pagoda in India disappear. Also, when he heard the King of the Law's accusation that gold was not used on a three-dimensional statue built in front of the Sistine Chapel, how did Michelangelo respond. Florence's last genius, he spent eight months searching for the most complete marble for the monument to Julius II. And on David's head, there is still an uncarved stone, which conveys the unprocessed color of Mount Karurara.

Michelangelo spent eight months searching for marble for the monument of Julius II in the mountains of Carurara.

Even so (as I said earlier), the constraint of realistic conditions does not mean nothing It is true that the literature period of today's Joseon Dynasty has not reached the level that should have been reached so far so that it is relative to the degree, so our writers should take responsibility for it. (If anyone is confident that I've already reached that natural level this morning, and that my work will be world-class by noon, I'm free, so you can definitely cover your ears from this disgraceful gossip.) I don't know if it's because my knowledge is shallow, but I've heard that the social amplitude as a factor of the times, such as in Joseon today, is inconvenient (if there's a word of inconvenience, it's not a peak season). If Goethe or Shakespeare belonged to any society in the middle of the 19th century, and what generation of world-class writers such as Ddolsto, Dostoevsky, and Tousgenev came out at the same time, it would be natural to understand that Joseon's literature today restricts the emergence of world-class masterpieces.

It is true that the literary period of the Joseon Dynasty should have already been reached, but it has not reached that level, and the writer should take responsibility for it.

In terms of difficulties, the same difficulty, Artur Langbo's trial line, is planned, and filming is centered on Langbo's hometown of Charville. Alfred Schomel directed, Laurel Berkman for music, and Rosé Morid for filming, respectively. It seems that Sartre himself produced the movie "Dirty Hands" by Jean-Paul Sartre, who is known as an existentialist, was made into a movie and the victory was decided, but I don't know if the original was a literary work. "I will write a movie, too," said French and Moriac, novelists who successfully presented the play for the first time and surprised the audience. In addition, Andre Zid, who was feeling the real intention of putting art only on his "self" and seeking no compensation, has recently been focusing on writing his own scenarios, perhaps because his film adaptation of "The Country Symphony" was so beautiful. Verona's Lovers, covered by director Andre Kayat in "Romeo and Juliet," and female director Jacqueline Audrey completed Corette's novel "Jiji," respectively. The above simply described the filmization of literary works as news, but it cannot be said that the original film based on literary works is caused by the poverty of the original film author and the original screenwriter. This can be said to be a literature absorbed by film rather than an active cooperation between literature and film, but not only is the film lagging behind the world and expression of literary works, but it has often only expressed the story of novels.

Artur Rimbaugh's initiative was planned, and filming was centered on Charville, with Alfred Schomel directing, Laurel Berkman music and Rosé Morid filming.

"The chrysanthemum knows better about the work of chrysanthemum." I say this. There are still some trees left at the gate of my house in Seoul, and I leave them at my disposal. When someone tells me to do the trimming, I refuse to cut it, saying, "I left it to God." The chrysanthemum was left as it was. In addition, the chickens even stepped on it and fell, and there was a broken one. I think it's all my destiny. "It's a sin if you walk on the plants," I was startled to hear a local girl tell me. He thanked the Korean people for thinking that it would be a sin if they gave a step to the plant for grain that would be a food for humans to eat. Isn't this spirit worth conveying to mankind around the world. I've left it alone. What have you left alone. There is a mind and hand that takes care of everything, even if it is not a human being.) It also blooms wild chrysanthemums and wild chrysanthemums. A white mountain chrysanthemum that blooms on a hillside less than a inch away and shakes in the autumn wind against the backdrop of the blue sky and dry grass! No matter what anyone says, the king of chrysanthemums is this. In the past, it was a silver guwa that was attached to the dengi given to our maidens' hair like a pancake, and the gu and plate were these mountain chrysanthemums. San Gukhwa, how high and clear it is! But it's going to be on the mountain It's too pure to plant near the house. Wild chrysanthemums that bloom greedily in fields or old markets are rural. It is fragrant and cute, but it does not have a clear and cold taste seen in mountain chrysanthemums. Wild chrysanthemums are glossy and rich. It is wild chrysanthemum that can be picked flowers and soaked in alcohol or put in pillows. It's a good cow, and it's rural everywhere.

I leave the chrysanthemum as it is without trimming it, just as I left the trees at the door of my house in Seoul.

"Mama Inlaid. What should I do with Sura?" Shin So-bong looked at it one more time. After that, he waited for a while, bowed to the king and the court as if he had done his duty, and stepped back quietly. It was not until Shin So-bong, the "Great Master," went outside that the king opened his eyes a little. And I found a braided bird. Although it was not clearly visible due to the already dark empty house and the smoke of incense, Jung-pyeonjo was memorizing a Buddhist prayer in front of the shrine. 'The lines.' 'Because you're calling me?' 'Again, won't the princess come back?' 'The fate of her own will come.' The words broke off. Again the king closed his eyes and the braided bird memorized the Buddhist prayer. A moment passed in silence. After a while, this time, Jojo stopped the Buddhist prayer and turned to the king's side. "The destruction of the living, the arrangement of the speaker - this is the world of man. At this point, even a statue of a queen is no different from a scribe. The deceased has already passed away, and I hope your highness will have to be more careful for the sake of the ten million living spirits who know your highness as a father." a monotone word that is clearly cut off at every word. But the king still refused. "Your Highness. Even if you quit the difference, shouldn't you pay attention to Okche for this creation, which you loved as you did in Gongjujeon during the reign of Gongjujeon?" Your heart is full of grief, and you can't guess the frequency of follyMa, rather than for this creation, for your highness, if you abandon this creation, you must pay more attention to the fact that the spirit of the Buddhist temple will be the saddest." The king still sits still like a Buddha with his eyes closed no matter what he says. Only tears flow from the left and right eyes, and tears are flashing in the dim candle.

When Sin So-bong, who had been waiting for a while after trying to figure out what to do with Sura, stepped back, the king opened his eyes a little and found a bird.

However, this was not because he was anxious to hope for more happiness, such as a king's delay and honor, and to surpass Seok-sung in wealth, and was pleased with the happiness of the city. Or, it was not the opposite of a Sochi with a simple dignity that had a spirit of sage, such as true happiness or material desire. It is easy to live only in happiness, so it is easy to know that it is misfortune at all, as it is like Unsimbujwiteo among Jiseokchasan Mountain. If the fever rises above a certain limit, it may be like a situation where you can't feel that it's a fever even if you touch it. However, it may not be that Park Jusa was the only one who was Park Jusa before that. Choi Saeng-won stopped at the tiger after being sold to another person's luxury without any purpose. Following the servant Oh-wol's breakfast table of Park Jusa, Mrs. Kang, who was carrying silver cups and silver coins on a silver tray, and coming out of the accompaniment market, recognizes Choi Saeng-won from outside the door and smiles. Choi Saeng-won stood up, but he couldn't even kick the front door out. As Mrs. Kang crossed the threshold, she readily said, "It's been a long time since you've been here!" and said, "Yes! It's been a long time."…" I couldn't say hello first because I was poking him, but after finally responding, I said, "...…I've heard you say hello in the meantime! Everything in my house..." "Why are you so...…?" "Yes, heh, a little urgent……" At that time, Park Jusa said, "A glass of medicine..."…?" "Why do you drink?" Where...." "How many drinks do you have?" "What are you eating?" Instead of dissuading him further, Park Jusa raises his body as a farewell greeting.

Choi Saeng-won jumped up at the sight of Mrs. Kang, who was on the accompaniment market, but could not kick the door out.

The children followed and teased Adada whenever they saw her. No, even adults said, "Ada, Adada," and were angry at the goal, but they clapped their hands and laughed as if they were feeling happy with spring as they couldn't speak and pretended to be strange. So, Dada hated people. When I was at home, my mother's curse and hawk, and when I went out, people made fun of me, but only Suroi loved me. Even when the children were following him, he stopped them from stopping them, and relieved them of their feelings of bursting with children. Therefore, Ada had been thinking of a surong whenever she felt uncomfortable, and she had been looking for it for a while, so she had been on the lookout of the neighborhood for a long time. However, even in Adada's house, only his father seems to be wary of Adada's behavior in order to have a delay, and the mother is not seen in front of her, and Surong is dating him now as if she had given it up to some extent. As soon as Dada ran to my house without hesitation like me, he opened the door of Surong' "Oh, it's Ada!" Surong jumped to his feet unexpectedly. "You cried again!" It was embarrassing to cry, but it is not a secret. The sorrow filled in my heart, which had no way to appeal, did not know how I missed Surong's warm consolation. He always told me why he was busily kicked out of the room.

Adada hated people because children and adults followed him around, teased him, and scored goals.

It's the seventh day of Tapgol Seungbang. On this day, I went to the Tapgol Seungbang as the Jangga told me to. Having lunch has become dinner, and I wonder which of them I should be familiar with to know their secret information...… I was busy looking for someone who would say the right words if I told him a little right away. While pretending to be drinking a drink, he forced himself to take courage and make it into a drunken tone, forcing himself to speak. "Why don't we form a brother and sister's righteousness on such a good and pleasant day?" Hong said, "I'll take my sister from work, Lee as well, and Kim Eui-soon is the youngest, so I'll treat her as a friend from work." I forced myself to say this, but they seemed to pay close attention to who I called my sister and who I called my friend. I -. After that, he poured a glass of alcohol and said, "What I poured must not taste good. Someone you know as an affectionate friend should follow...…." Be sarcastic with. H - It was a speech that would not have been seen because it was a district without the job of writing a probe. After being bitten by the dinner table and hearing their solo sound a couple of times, a Japanese student was sleepy for a long time and left the place. However, I couldn't get to Dongdaemun's chin, so my husband poked me up and said, "Just give me 10 won." Since they gave it to us without knowing the reason, this time Hong and Lee went on a different path between us, and only Kim and I remained.

I didn't know why, and I gave it to the market price of 10 won, so we went on a different path and came out and only dried seaweed was left.

"Hello! Isn't she Bok? Let me squeeze your wrists, for once." He turned around and stared at the woman's face as if he were drinking it right away, and said, "What are you talking about! What a load of course……. Bok has already died for a long time." The woman said with an expression of surprise to the enemy, "What? Then, what about him? "Bok, who was born eight years ago by the current opium man, has already died and disappeared, and Bok, who was raised by himself for seven years after suffering all kinds of hardships, lives as if he were you." They only walk without looking back again, not only getting farther away, but they also fade away in the thick snow. The woman chased frantically and called out "Bok!" "Bok!" A rather pitiful voice, as if crying out of the intestines, shakes the lonely air that was dead and silent on the still street where snow falls. Like a madman, he opens his arms and follows them and shouts pitifully, "Bless you!" and "Bless you!" Without knowing how many times on the white snow-covered road, he fell down, got up, stumbled, and chased his son, calling his name high in vain. It was a sad cry from the five intestines. He walked quickly with his son's hand, looking forward as if he were running in a row, turning back what he was thinking, throwing something in front of the woman, and measuring it with a faster gait than before.

The woman chased after her son, calling his name high, like a madman on the white snowy road.

It is remembered that the criticism of Ji-woo 2 and 3 at last year's exhibition caused a stir in the painter's society, and the attitude or limitation of the critic was a problem. Therefore, as described in the magazine "Joseonjikwang," Kim Ki-jin's plaintext was attacked by Yoo and Ahn Seok-ju's criticism led to Kim Joo-kyung's rise, and it seems that a group of my plaintexts from three years ago rose to the bottom of the Dong-gun. Since there is no reference material on my left and right now and my memory is not clear, it would be better not to give a poor answer, but I would like to list the phrases in lines 1 and 2 because it is unusual to send a single survey of Dong-gun's thesis and its mistakes. It's been a long time. Choi Woo-seok's statement was published on the ground of the Dong-A Ilbo, and the contents are usually as follows. Art criticism will have to go to art, and painting criticism will have to go to art, so speaking of self-painting, not an expert, is not only insulting experts, but also called it Jamwol as Jungwoo. Therefore, it meant that the painter of Western paintings was qualified as a critic of Western paintings only, and that those who devoted themselves to sculptures were prohibited from entering the area of sculpture. Of course, if you leave the problem on this point and listen to it, it will not be avoided if you easily accept it, but if you expand the scope of utility of this thesis, you will see considerable results, but you have to laugh at it. On top of that, over the years, a special tribe with the same argument and the same starting point and the same perspective as Choi Woo-seok has occurred, so it is inevitable to go further and make a fuss.

A person who is not a specialist in painting criticizes painting is an insult to experts, so a person who paints Western painting is qualified as a critic only in Western painting.

Choshin has been grateful for the work of Yongseon labor and management and Pyeongmok. But I didn't even have time to think about it. Josin must take Dalrye and run away. Even if you lose everything, you must not lose your manners. Pyeongmok did not seem to point to Sato on the road where Josin fled. They were able to escape safely to the bottom of Taebaeksan Mountain. He was suspected several times and almost lost his monthly salary when he met the wallpapers, but each time, Josin managed to escape these difficulties, either with courage, or with courage. "This is all the grace of the Bodhisattva Guanyin." Whenever he got out of trouble, Josin looked at the moon and said this. Josin went deep into Taebaeksan Mountain, settled down, built a house, and formed a field. Everything seemed to go its way. If barley is planted, barley is well done, and if beans are planted, beans are well done. If you hug a chicken, you can peel a chick well, and if you peel a chick, everything has grown well. The dog grew like a horse, and the calf quickly became a big cow. Pumpkin and gourd were opened as big as a bucket. The water was good and the wind was good. Sometimes things like tigers, bears, wildcats, and weasels came down, but there was still no loss of a puppy or a chick. "It's thanks to the Bodhisattva of Gwanseum, and it's thanks to the mountain god." Josin rejoiced like this. In this situation, Jo Shin, who lives with a jade-like monthly ritual as his wife, was blessed. All the people living in the neighborhood were envious. I have my first son. It was named Mi-ryuk because it was said to have met Mi-ryuk in a dream.

Josin, who had a jade-like monthly ritual as his wife, envied all the neighbors, and when he had his first son, he named it Mi-ryuk.

There was an unusual person talking among the audience of Iriha Eunja University. Sangsu, who didn't know this and that, was conducting the concert in the order of Purogram. After the violin solo flowed, and the Byeongchang and the solo Get Tsudora were finished, Eunja's car came. I changed my dance clothes at the urging of Sangsu. Then the band rang. It's an RZ song. In an instant the hermit jumped into the platform. The song was not met by hermitage's respective remuneration. But I couldn't. The hermit made a round of the podium. But the hermitage became increasingly standard. Still, hermit raised her head as if she were going to dance. The audience was staring at hermitage in unison. At that moment, the hermit seemed to be the doll of the audience. Indeed, the hermit realized that he was an extraordinary person. Among them, Yongjae's hateful eyes were the same as the jeers, saying, "Did you forget the truth of objection?" (This sadness is not really present in everyone. It is probably the biggest force for migratory birds and those for fame and fame, and it is a toxin that afflicts the Gyechae. Even if I hadn't been baptized by these toxins, the hermit (why can I be a very rich man to sell myself) and the self-assessment was a martial art with feelings for Yongjae and Sangsu. The hermit couldn't turn. I've tried my best, but it's just grumbling. It turned out that it was too late. Catch her! Catch the water to cut off! She poured like a rain from all sides. Then Jabu-dong flew to Yeondan-woo. I broke dozens at a time. But the hermit didn't come out. Extremely indignant at this, Yongjae occupied the podium as if he had become a vanguard. It was followed by a young man.

After the solo "Get Tsudora" was over at the concert in the order of Purogram, the audience was looking at her as if she was going to shoot her all together as she jumped into the podium and raised her head to dance.

"Hannari, what's this? Yes, what do you mean...." Mong-ju suddenly takes it off over there and stands holding the sewing needle wheel and smiles. "Oh, come on. Do you want to damage the needle? Come here, Evie. "Kim Sosa reached out his hand to come to Mongju, worried. "Is there Ebi?" Mong-ju stood awkwardly as if he had lost the handcraft he was trying to pick up, and he walked up, saying, "Ebi Ebi." Kim Sosa put his hand in the corner and moved for a long time, picked up a bulk apple and gave it a monkey. Mong-ju pressed a large red apple with his big, oompous hands, pressed it tightly to his shallow red lips, his small mouth was faint, and took the apple off his lips. The bulging apple had a small particle soup with square lips. Mongju ate the apple like a baby. "Grandma Jus...…." He tilts his neck and looks at Kim Sosa and smiles as if pleading for something difficult. "Oh, what kind of milk do you want to eat?" Kim Sosa sighed and bit the squirmy milk of the monkey on his lap. From that night, those who had been close before also visited Kim Sosa and met him. I didn't take him very well except for a few old people. His hometown entertained him with mockery. When we met, it was empty, but as Kim Sosa thought, there was a dark light in the laughter that made fun of Mansu's act in the cage and Kim Sosa's beggar-like appearance. Some of Mansu's friends knew it well. They truly entertained Kim Sosa. Whenever Chang-ryong and Kyung-seok thought of Mansu, the more Kim Sosa was, the more he wanted to respect him. Not to mention Ungyeong, his son-in-law also respected him very much. However, Kim Sosa always looked at his son-in-law's face with difficulty. Even more when dealing with his in-laws, he couldn't compare his anxious heart to anywhere. The immature monkey begged him every day, saying, "Cooking cookies" and "Cooking for foreign language." When Unkyung has money, she buys snacks for Mongju even if she can't buy Wolja. For Kim Sosa, this was also a concern.

Kim Sosa reached out his hand to come here because the needle could be damaged by the monkey holding the sewing needle wheel.

Sae-ok, who lost his big dog, house, and wide rice paddies to other people's light, lost his mother and father, and sent his only brother far away, cried all night alone. After that, Saeok often went out to the rice paddies and fields with his grandfather instead of his brother and worked diligently. My grandfather told Sae-ok to stay home, but Sae-ok followed his grandfather to work in the morning. Meanwhile, the rice in the rice paddies ripened yellow, and the spring barley in the barley field became heavy. And I ate potatoes after digging and boiling them. I hid with my brother until last year and thought of my mother, and the corn was already cooked in the corn field. Grandfather and Saeok boiled corn and thought of my brother who couldn't get corn well in Seoul. And I wondered if he was doing well. The next evening, when my grandfather and Sae-ok came home, the letter was shaking at the gate. "Where did this letter come from?" Saeok quickly picked it up It was a letter from my brother in Seoul. Sae-ok, how are you doing with your grandfather? I study well and stay strong at my mother's house, but I always think about my hometown. Autumn is already approaching. Saeok, the corn must have already been cooked, but how many times would you have cried thinking of me when you saw the corn ripening. Don't cry, Sae-ok, and be a good son to your grandfather. This brother will soon spread his grandfather's brow and make you dance.

Sae-ok, who lost her father and mother and sent her only brother away, cried alone that night and worked diligently with her grandfather instead of her brother.

However, about a week later, Jeong-hee stepped on the land of Tokyo. It was Nam Young-sik, Jeong-hee's fiance, who strongly agreed to Jeong-hee's trip to Tokyo. What kind of chicken? There was no particular reason for this. However, it was the result of Nam Young-sik's own experience that Tokyo is a place where sorrow and anxiety disappears on its own. Tokyo has changed completely from Lee Tae-jeon when Jeong-hee was there. Aside from changes in market prices and changes in habits, Jeong-hee suffered considerably from changes in the tram track system. Jeong-hee, who got a boarding house without difficulty because there were many students who returned home during the summer vacation, ran to Asakuna (Cheoncho) that night and ran into the activity photo studio. Jeong-hee, who had never been to an activity picture after returning to Korea, seemed to have found herself in the girl's era three to four years ago here. Jeong-hee, who was living a noisy and stuffy lady life, found herself here again, a student. It was the "Niconico Convention." The name Nikonikko Contest, which was given to the former agency about 78 years ago by Chaplin, a popular clown at the time, and the so-called "debugun=fatty boy," when a few of these clowns gathered and held a comedy contest, made Jeong-hee's heart very young. "Smiling contest?" Jung-hee translated the words once and smiled at herself. The clowns were complete strangers to Jung-hee. It is a hobby of Harrold Lloyd, Charles Ray, and Douglas comedy, and the plot is completely different from that time. Everything has changed fundamentally, although there are still some traces of Chaplin's comedy style. Evolution? Degeneration? This can be seen as evolution or degeneration depending on the definition of activity photography, but with such a difficult problem second, Jeong-hee gained a kind of joy with a kind of sadness in this great change.

However, a week later, Jeong-hee went to Tokyo with the utmost approval of her fiance, Nam Young-sik, where it was completely different from Lee Tae-jeon.

The next morning, the three brothers were waiting outside the door for them to get up in advance, and when they saw Kim Interpreter, they smiled and said, "Okay, how was the night?" And then he goes on and begs again, "What do you say, live with her very permanently. Interpreter Kim replied and said, "Sincerity is very grateful, but we cannot do so no matter how much we feel about it because we do not allow other people's wives to live freely under the law of our country." The three brothers said in one voice, "It is a strange relationship in the world that you have become like this." In addition, meeting such a beautiful woman is also very rare in the world, so if you can't take her home, it's better if you come to Yeokgwan every year and meet each other as if the Gyeonwoo Jiknyeo were meeting each other in July." Every time they went to China, they stayed in the house and had fun, and when they got old, they lived there permanently, so there was no one in China who did not envy his happy and beautiful relationship. Kim Yeok-gwan lived with the woman until he was old, gave birth to several sons from her body, and his descendants became famous in China. Later, even after Ming was destroyed by Qing, his descendants fled to various places, and there were no victims of one person.

The next morning, Kim said he could not do so because of national law when the three brothers, who waited outside the door, pleaded to live permanently with a woman who had been staying overnight.

The heat gradually increases into the evening. Not all cells could be thought of as a part of the body that expanded in the heat as having individual lives. Every time heavy, hot air enters and exits the lungs, the heat increases. How come we don't have a fever like this? Five days ago, one person went out to the hospital, another person went out the day before yesterday, and two people are suffering today. We looked at the sick man with envious eyes every time the guard took him out to the barracks. There were only eight people in one room. And I gave them water pills. Besides, they had a chance to breathe fresh air. "Isn't it Sunday?" I sat on the toilet and grabbed it under a dark light, asking the person standing next to me (we decided to sleep three minutes a night and three minutes a person to sleep alternately, and the rest of us stood and waited. "Am I Abnega? It's a tip, but it's Sunday on the third..." But the bell just rings in the quiet night sky. It's like, "Here's someone who can drink cold water freely and sleep in a large space." "I want to see a person's face..." "Yes, I do." "The face of a true person will see and dig." "There will be water in the world where the bell rings." There will be a lot of seats. Wind-du, wind-du-du..." I murmured. "Water? Water? Don't tell me. When I'm outside, I drink thirsty water, and I'm not a person who slept in a large place." He looks away annoyingly.

We saw with envious eyes that whenever the guard took the sick person out of the hospital, he gave him a potion, kept only the open person in one room, and had a chance to breathe fresh air.

Psychology of Fear Kim Kyo-shin Traditionally, I held a Sunday Bible Research Association at my home outside the city. Sometimes they gathered at a friend's house in the city because the traffic was so inconvenient. However, since I could quit my job and concentrate on rallies and magazines from this spring, I wanted to take a proper place in the city, not a private house, and I visited the place for a long time. Earlier, someone said, "Give me a branch. I will make the earth move." Now, in my heart, "Give me a proper lecture hall. Let me play fair...This is because there is a lot of shouting, " Since it is not found even if you visit it, as a last attempt, I applied for a shot at a hall in the Korean Christian League. I am well aware that I have not been in a good relationship with our non-Christians in the past, and I applied with somewhat new hope this time because of the following reasons. 1. In spite of this difficult era, a natural teacher is only trying to give up his job and promote the gospel, so places like Christian associations will take the initiative to encourage people to this effect. 2. In particular, Sunday's evangelism, the main project of the association, has become almost unknown recently. This may be due to the difficulties of the current situation, but it was thought that we would be willing to provide a place because we are buying the difficulties here. 3. Our assembly has almost no believers in the established church and is always against superstitious young students. However, without questioning the reason, our application was nicely rejected simply because we were non-Christians. And in part of the negotiation report, "I could find a kind of fear in the words that because it's a non-church, I couldn't join hands with the associated institutions of the church. "I couldn't doubt that this fear was the attitude of non-truth to the truth." Fear! What's the fear? Most of the 500,000 Christians in Joseon are church believers. Of course, it would not be a fear of forces considering the number of Muslims because even if they are collected thoroughly, a truck does not fill them. There is only one reason. There should be a reason for fear where it is lent unlimitedly to all for-profit sales, economic entertainment, and anti-Christian public corporation rallies, and has to refuse Christian Bible lectures. They are afraid of Christ, too! Earlier, Herod the Great was seized with great fear when he heard the birth of Christ. In naval practice, the victory or defeat is said to be determined at the start. And in every war, the victory or defeat is determined by the control of fear. Hold firm, fear, the heart of all darkness. So let them run away in confusion when no one is chasing them. (August 1940).

I tried to rent an appropriate place in the city and hold a Sunday Bible Research Association, but it was not found, so I applied for a room with somewhat new hope at some hall in the Korean Christian League.

Since then, the teacher's name has become more widespread, and the world's literati gathered under the gate like the Unhae, and Bae Yeon-echo said that "the countryside's faithful people were inspired and nearly 1,000 people followed him," but in fact, the name of Kim Sang-soo and his teacher, Kim Sang-soo. In other words, even if there are only 1,000 writers at the time, Jang Hon is the only one who has 1,000 literary figures with academic nouns since Goryeo, and this alone is enough to be said to be the great teacher of Gongjeon. In modern times, the scope of scholars was extremely narrow only in their own color due to the severe conflict of four thoughts, but when they became teachers, they were praised for national unity as a common follower, as well as contemplation. 4 However, we do not honor the honor of the teacher's flower name with satisfaction, but rather honor the teacher's achievements that have been made to future peoples and are forever commemorated. What has achieved great grace for the people. This is what the teacher tried to create commoner literature by recognizing the equality of human truth. After completing the Cabinet's business, the teacher was in the priest's office and wrote more than 20 books, among which the two books, "Daedong Ancient Style" and "Geumminsuji," were also about the history, geography, and customs economy of Koreans. Since ancient times, Koreans have been eager to learn and acquire China's historical geography customs, and in fact, they leave the spirit of their own people at their own mercy, which is slavery. From now on, we cannot help but cultivate the spirit of the Great East of Joseon and implement international equality It is a national reading written for one purpose. When we read this book, our flesh trembles and our teeth grind, and at the same time, Dong-sik, who knows the teacher's golden word Dae-hoon as the Bible, guided the people wandering in a thousand years of hell to the Gwangmyeong world.

The teacher's literature followed the teacher and said that there were nearly 1,000 people who played, but in fact, there were more than 1,000.

Jung Hyun-woong, by the way, the story so far is a story within Japan, and please tell me how to get a model in Joseon. Kim Bok-jin Chosun Book is very difficult to get a model. There should be someone who works as a model. One day, I asked my friend to get me a model, and he bought a colored dog from a colored dog shop for 200 won per person. But what's interesting is that the two sides can't communicate because they didn't even dream of being a model and thought of being a concubine. I dreamt about my life as a concubine, but I can't help but look at my husband (?) who sheds it every day and focuses on sculpting. (Everyone laughs) Koo Bon-woong, so what happened. Kim Bok-jin finally ran away. Bae Jung-hoon ran away with disillusionment. Kim Bok-jin, in my case, it was only produced by putting Toussaeng in the middle and taking a colored dog and a 15-year-old young girl. I'm sure he's naked, right? Kim Bok-jin, of course, is naked! You can get a model because you're close to Jung Hyunwoong. I've been to Kim Bokjin's paperMa agrees to wear, but does not agree to nudity. How much is the general fare for the fleet training? Kim Bok-jin's average per hour. And it costs 3 won a day, but some people repair it with something after it's all done. As such, it is very difficult to find a model in Joseon.

Kim Bok-jin said that when he asked a friend to buy a color pearl because it was hard to get a job model.

The excitement decreased sharply from the made-up part --. "Teacher! I cough and vomit again. But, sir! I won't die no matter what. I will never die until I pray that my sister who betrayed me and my world who deceives me will lie down in front of me and spray tears to apologize." I couldn't stay still after receiving this letter. First, I thought I should find a way to comfort H, and second, I should find out C's intention. So I soon wrote a simple and powerful reply to H--. "My dear brother! The military is now undergoing a test. Stand firm in your faith! If C betrayed the army, kick C. Why is the military wrong for the unworthy to love like life. Repent, poor worthless woman, and cry. Isn't it uncharacteristic of the military to be disappointed and discouraged by such a thing, suspecting God and suspecting humanity. And leave the school and come to me. It would be better to take a rest first. Be strong. Be strong in faith. Gun!" he wrote a fierce letter. Then, after three days, I got a reply soon. "Sir! I hit my chest with my fist when I received the article you gave me. And I decided to stand firm in my faith. God does not abandon me. They told me to come soon, but the semester is only a month away, so what about the poor students if they leave now. I love them. Just as you couldn't leave us and cried at the head of the station, I cry for them. I would like to dedicate the lives left by tuberculosis bacteria for these young Joseon sons.

I soon wrote a powerful reply after receiving a letter from H that I would not die until my sister who betrayed me and the world fell down and prayed for apology.

We stood here holding onto the fence for a long time, looking enviously, then moved back and went a little further down the road, passed through the house of plants and reached the pavilion on the upper side of the road. This pavilion was a place where a good speaker came here every day last year and people who tasted it gathered as if it were office hours. In this pavilion, where the previous year's Gotham Temple was taken off by the police and didn't show up afterwards, everyone still gathered and sat down in their love. - What about Micah, where it becomes a lightning strike, and where it hurts people, and whether or not it is possible to stop drinking in the U.S. at once, there are many widows in the French book, where is the best person……, Therefore, the nonsense stories of carefree unknown people, such as the return of the topic, run around without direction. Then, everyone there is listening with a listening attitude. Then around 12 o'clock, I think it's time to quit, so I'll put on my clothes again and break up. It spreads out like this. And the next night, one by one, they gather together and say, "Good morning? Are you coming now?" He changes his greeting as if he were close to each other and starts talking again. And especially, while gathering here, you can see an elderly man of about 50 years old, and sometimes you bring a person who rides a Danso or four cash to listen to a refreshing song.

People gather in the pavilion and comment on current events as if they were sitting in love with their homes.

Looking at this, he felt like he had reached a dead end, so he thought hard about it for a long time, and finally said, "That's right." It's a thief. There's no other way than a thief,' he said, looking around. My chest has already begun to bat twice. I entered a narrow alley, suppressing my slightly trembling body. Even if something is stuck in the wind over there, it seems that the whole body is horrified and gives goosebumps, and it makes me feel frightened to see that one's shadow reflected on the ground. I've never felt this unparalleled anxiety in my 50 life. As when the rickshaw was dragged quickly for a long time, he became out of breath and gasped at the shrine. I've been through all sorts of hardships to this day, but I've never been in such pain. At last, he could not resist the pain and anxiety, and could not help but return to his firm mind. I can't steal anything. Even if you starve to death. How much will it be if you steal it so painful before you even do it?' I was relieved for a while after changing my mind, but my eyes get dark during hunger. Thinking that he couldn't stand his hunger like this, he decided again because the hungry and anxious figure of the sick father and his young daughter appeared vaguely in front of him. Oh, damn it. 'Let us steal anything,' he cried like a madman, and stood tall in front of a binjiddin shop. I looked left and right several times and tried my best to fiddle with the empty land. I don't think it's going to open. Therefore, he changed his mind and decided to jump over any house wall, and hurriedly left the place with his right foot as if someone was chasing in front of the store.

I was relieved for a while after I decided that I couldn't steal even if I starved to death, but when my eyes became dark due to hunger, I decided to change my mind and pass over any house wall.

It was as if he had expressed his scattered mind as it was, so Yeong-ok suddenly felt leaning toward the tune. The piano sounded like the piano, but Yeong-ok suddenly fell from the emotion of the piano because he suddenly came to his senses at the sound of one of the members shouted. "Mr. Okju. Mr. Okju is here." The member who went out shouted and came in, and Okju followed him. Coincidentally, Ok-ju, who appeared on the spot, was the criminal who came in after hearing her voice. Young-ok, who was the first person to meet him who was welcomed by the people in the room, couldn't help but treat him with complicated feelings. Yeong-ok saw the face, which was tightly shiny and tight and even wore glasses, as difficult to get hurt. Myung-ho also had no spirit in front of Ok-ju, so when he received his eyes, only the two entered the next room without saying a word as if they had completely forgotten the existence of others. Inevitably, Young-ok guessed that there would be some kind of discussion, but his behavior did not match at all. "I don't know if it's Western or Muen, but you look fierce and why don't you get married quickly?" Even in the eyes of the members, the behavior of the two was probably hard to see. "I can't get married until I'm home." They say that the cultural house they are building now is always 9,000 won, and the teacher will pay 3,000 won and the rest will be doubled. Therefore, the resident tax must be doubled." "Whether you use Seya or not, a 9,000 won cultural house would be good. I'll play the piano with what I already have." Young-ok left the hall a little brusquely as an opportunity that Myeong-ho was not in front of her because the lengthy rumors were also unpleasant to my ears.

Young-ok, who felt her body leaning toward the piano tune that seemed to express her heart, was conscious of the news that Ok-ju had come.

In Gyeongju, Kim Kyo-shin left Seoul on the night of October 05 and won Gyeong-cheol in Daegu the next morning. Along the side of the railroad, the Daegu stratigraphic rocks of the Mesozoic era look like they are stacked with plate materials, and it is precious as a material for mathematics because it seems to be touched when you stretch your arms. When the train entered the basin after passing through the geodae, passing through the Ahwajeom, which is said to smell of Silla, and branching Geumchukbong-gun in the distance, it reached the Dongdo that it had already longed for. I was satisfied that Gyeongju Station was a pure Joseon-style building like Suwon Station. From around 2 p.m., the first route was to visit Seoak, a historical site. After visiting the tomb of King Taejong Muyeol, pass Seoakseowon Confucian Academy, and climb to the tomb of Kim Yu-sin to view the entire temple of Jangan 1,000 years ago. Although the grandeur of the mountain-like tomb was comparable to that of the pyramids of Aegean, it was satisfied with the material that our ancestors also lived in a difficult book. The tomb of Kim Yu-sin is smaller than the tomb of King Muyeol, but along with the tomb of Gwaereung, the old tomb of the Silla Dynasty was completely preserved Therefore, a stone statue of Seokrangan and 12 pillars could be seen. However, do you think that the tomb of King Muyeol of the same era deteriorated like me and that only the tomb of Kim Yu-shin completed the old Tae like this? Oh, my asthma! Collect a lump of cod stratified rock from the foot of the mountain, lead it, cross Seocheon Stream, and head to the city. It is called Gukpa Sanhajae, but did you think that Silla's sister would have guessed that Seocheon, where military ships and internal and external merchant ships were flooding a thousand years ago, would be today.

On the road to exploring historical sites, the site was viewed 1,000 years ago, and the tomb of Kim Yu-sin was smaller than the tomb of King Muyeol, but it preserved the old dragon of the Silla Dynasty.

Then one of the Nonsan officials said, "Mr. Bang, he said he wouldn't cut his hair even if he died, but when Mr. Bang first came a few days ago, he heard the lecture and cut his hair the next day." And when I heard that Mr. Bang is coming again today, I come and see him like that." Only then did I guess he took off his hat and put his head in front of me to look at his shaved head. I felt very sorry that he must have felt very sorry for not recognizing his haircut quickly even though he stuck his head out so many times. Since then, he has been enthusiastic about recommending a haircut to the neighborhood. Before the lecture, the two speakers said the same thing about the same problem everywhere in Joseon, but they went to the lecture in Hwanghae-do and were ordered to stop. Of course, the audience was in full swing in the middle of the hill, so it was stopped. It was a lecture that Mr. Mo listened to only once in Busan and memorized from Nonsan, so when I was stopped, I whispered to the speaker who left me and made him continue what I couldn't say from where I stopped. So I was stopped, but in the end, two people came at me and completed the lecture. The policeman who stopped and left said later, but even though he said the same thing, my voice shook others and said it was very dangerous. When narrating a fairy tale on the stage of a fairy tale, it is most fluent in slang, and when talking about a funny fairy tale, it is necessary to make a young audience laugh with pain, and when talking about a sad story, hundreds of people can hear the fairy tale.

It was only after hearing the words of Nonsan personnel that he took off his hat and put his head in front of my eyes that he told me to look at his shaved head.

King Chungseon of Goryeo, a super-panciful lotus flower, was unable to sleep even at night and was in agony. The wide sediment and colorful bedding bed are not sick either. It was a short summer night, so of course it couldn't have been boring. Right next to it, isn't Mi-hee, who is especially honored to serve the king tonight, half-closed her beautiful double eyes and looking forward to seeing what orders come from the king's mouth. However, for the king, who is already in such a deep state of anxiety with a few months left, both pleasant bedrooms and beautiful disputes are just troublesome. So what is the king thinking now? I.N who left it in the country of origin! He could not forget the woman who loved and adored each other as he had been in the Yuan Dynasty for a long time until the king returned home three months ago. On the eve of his return to Goryeo, the night when he said goodbye while looking at the shadow of the moon falling from behind the ancient palace of the Yuan Dynasty was March, but the night breeze of the Northern Kingdom was very chilly. "I will follow you everywhere," the king said, burying his head in the king's chest and thinking of his lover who cried, and the king was unable to sleep even more with his body already in the place of the king's palace. "If I knew this would happen, I would have brought it!" the king sat up on his seat. Mi-hee, who had half closed her eyes and was immersed in the state of a dark singer, stood up in surprise and raised her head. "Don't worry, lie down there and sleep." The king gently pointed to his seat and opened the window to bend it.

For King Chungseon of Goryeo, who is deeply troubled with a few months left, pleasant bedrooms and beautiful disputes are only troublesome.

"Why did you enter the house?" asked the main delivery of Seolleongtang, who was waiting outside, "Is that a female boarding house? I asked back, "A male boarding house?" and he said, "Hmm!" and laughed meaningfully, "That house is a famous house. All three of the girls in the house are like that." "Huh? It looks like that. But now, there are two male students." And I said, "There's no day when a man doesn't come to the house. I'm going to look at the photos of my activities all day and night." That's right, and I brought the friend of the Seolleongtang restaurant to the Bokhaegan Chinese dumpling restaurant in Gyo-dong. I believe that you can't catch a tiger without turning into the son of Kim Boo-soo's family and going into a tiger cave. I invited my friend of Seolleongtang to a Chinese restaurant because I was called Kim Yong-seop, the son of a rich man who runs a small school outside Gyeongseong, and I wanted to ask the owner to introduce me to a girl after studying in Japan. Don't blame me for doing this as a bad joke. This is why there is no way to find out how they attract innocent girls and the vicious and insidious gimmick. On the evening of the sixth, I visited the Seollungtang restaurant Deobusari, and he said, "I talked about it this morning, and I'll talk about it again later." If you act in such a hurry, you'll be wrong. When he visited the Seolleongtang restaurant on the evening of the seventh day, he said, "Okay. I'll bring you tomorrow morning at eleven, so let's go together tomorrow."

I invited my friend from Seolleongtang restaurant to a Chinese restaurant because I wanted to ask him to introduce me as Kim Yong-seop, the son of a father-in-law who spends money on female students after studying in Japan.

Junho Kim I have something to tell you too. You are a good young man. At first, I called you a smart young man to my wife, but she laughed at me and stubbornly opposed me that Kim Jun-ho was a frivolous young man. Well, stop it. It's easy for you to be so moved by Kim Joon-hon. He snapped at me, wondering how I could know the inside of a person by just looking at his first impression. But now I don't hate you, you know. My wife said that she felt happy when she took a walk with you after dinner. My wife said she had a crush on you. There will be some room for further consideration whether my relief of saying this truly felt affection for you and truly fell in love with you. It could be as much as you want to be drugged with some kind of backlash after you get emotional. However, I can't think that the saying that I feel happy when I take a walk with you is completely groundless. My wife finally asked me this question. What Junho has is what you have. Yes. I don't have it with me right now, but I think about Junho - only with you. What do you have that I don't have. What do you have that makes you happy to meet you and have happiness and excitement when you walk with you, even though you despise and sneer at being shallow. Is frivolity itself your charm. Or is it a two-year-old leopard-like passion that will overwhelm women and brain kill them. I don't want to be interested in analyzing the honest feelings I have felt from you during my first meeting with you and working with you on a publishing company plan. More than that, I would like to investigate your relationship with Jeong-sook, who is clearly my security concern.

At first, my wife, who laughed at Kim Jun-ho for calling him a frivolous young man, said, "I fell in love with him because I felt happy when I took a walk after dinner with him."

"A vow? Like this!" Soon raised his arm and swore. "Oh, I swear, too. Just fifteen years old." Fifteen?" "Then I don't swear like this." Ro - pointed to the sky with one hand. "Yes. I'm sorry. Forgive me." Yeon-soon regretted that it was you, looking at the shape of Ro-La's oath. "Then what country is Ro-Ro?" "My father is America, my mother is Spain," "Uh..." Yeon-soon said that again. No matter how oriental a Spaniard is, his hair is so black and his eyes are so black and beautiful…… That's why it occurred to me. "Don't lie. Mom is Japanese, isn't she?" "Oh, my God, you're a very bad person!" turned around coyly. "Huh, you liar mixed blood." Yeon-soon abandoned Ra as it was and ran alone and returned home. "Aig sister, I saw the best monster in the world right now." Yeon-soon shouted as she entered the sick-tpal room. Seongsu and Yeonju, who were sitting neatly and drinking shaved ice, looked back at each other. "I had a very good view." Yeon-soon took away the shaved ice bowl from Seongsu and boasted. "What sightseeing?" Yeon-soon made me listen to all the stories of Ro-la. Seongsu and Yeonju also jumped to their feet as if they were curious.

I'm sick alone leaving lo - la - Yeon - Soon, who returned to the tpal room, shouted to his uncle and sister that he had seen the world's best monster.

"Oh, my. What do I do. You're making your own mortar." The window lady walks by with her key next to her and takes a step closer and says as if it's not someone else's business. "That's how the child complains. "What should I do?" "Hmph." Health snorts. "Yeah, who knows how to do it?" You're just trying and screaming." "What's wrong with that infectious disease?" "Oh, by the way, the window lady, too. Yeah, you think his mother died of infectious diseases?" "Yes?" "Well, she died of starvation!" If the goose is strong, you can't get sick. I don't know who. If you lie down like this, you'll stand out, but you're the one who's sick and died of hunger." But no one gave them a handful of rice even though they said, "Oh no! Oh no!" But it's not because the moms are spicy. In the past, it was a palace that was heard as a fence bird, but now I can't even dream of hearing such a sound, such as "Eat anyone's meal and go." or "Pick my pumpkin." It was more urgent to put out the fireball that fell on my feet. The life of Moon-sik, who lost his wife and mother at once, changed day by day. Mr. Kang couldn't just hang on to the rice fields already. I had no time to catch up with the young ones hanging like monsters hanging from the old pocket strap, or stop by for breakfast in the morning and evening. The range that he could handle as a body was to carry a three-year-old on his back all day. But now that was also overwhelming. It was because he did not have any food in his hands to fill the intestines of a three-year-old child.

Moon-sik, who lost his wife, had no time to catch up with the young, but now it was too much because he had no food to fill the intestines of the three-year-old young.

The spring light became thicker even while mountaining 133 warm grass stocks. The thick ice fields that had been frozen by the stream had already melted, and the cuckoo began to bloom in the sunny spot in front of the mountain. Han Chi-gak's daily work is to eat breakfast in the morning, wrap lunch breakfast in a pillow case, wear it around his waist, and follow the young man up to the Hwajeon field to dig the mountain temple with two rice poles. At first, he felt tired, so he sat down on the head of the field and cried like a child, but he couldn't help but obey Kwak-ho's forced insistence. While all freedom is taken away at once and a regular life that seems to be woven into ink, the pain of one's teeth is disciplined and gradually lightened. Now, it's not that hard to dig a hwajeon, and I've come to enjoy the hardened rice balls clumped together in a black linen towel. In addition, the scenery of sitting on a flat rock by a stream where the warm spring sun falls in a quiet mountain and crystal-clear water flows in the city was something that was not tasted in complicated Dohee. I came to feel the fresh and natural atmosphere to some extent. At first, I couldn't sleep after throwing myself on an awkward mat every night, so the thought of admiring the bustling hwaryu world of Gyeongseong in the distance has already faded. The ugly ulterior motive of Chigak due to the power of Mother Nature to draw in without sound with endless changes has gradually disappeared. Today, Han Chi-gak, with the warm sun on his back, went into the music of mountain birds singing nature and dug a hwajeon all day long, and returned to his place when the sun tilted to the west. I washed my body in front of me and sat on the small floor with a refreshing feeling. Kwak-ho faced a young man in the yard.

Hanchigak, whose daily routine is to go up to the Hwajeon field and sell the mountain temple with a hoe, could not help but obey Kwak Ho's order without looking at the circumstances.

However, it was the first time I met him, and the younger brother was not happy with his sister's work and always stayed depressed. Most of all, he was happy during his time at school. But every time he came back from school, the dark back alleys plagued his narrow chest. Once, he couldn't visit his house with his companions and wandered only in the shade. The sister, who was well aware of it, consoled her with all kinds of children, but the heart of the young did not disappear at all. My sister didn't think about it, so she left it several times to find and appeal to my homeroom teacher, but eventually lost her younger brother. The younger brother sent a simple postcard to his sister two days after his departure. It was simply written that he would go to the Mokdan River because he had something to mean, that he would somehow succeed with his own hands, and that he would not forget his sister's work at any time. Young-sik may have cried several times at the story of the woman who cried when In-gyu's shadow fluttered in his head. It was because her story somehow seemed to be in her own circumstances. The more I think about how happy I would have been if I had such a sister, the more I feel sorry. If he could do it on his own, what would he save for the two siblings, but his brother has already disappeared. "Selling a smile that you don't have in your heart has become meaningless now. In the past, I sold my youth beyond being tied to others, but from now on, I really tried to dedicate this body to my younger brother. Now that it's like that, I don't have time to contribute to this body. There's nothing to blame for, but isn't it too cruel?" The public bath becomes even more noisy.

The younger brother sent a postcard to his sister stating that he would succeed with his own hands.

The young woman, who had been trampled on by overflowing innocence, was so repressed that she collapsed on the spot. Thus he fell asleep there forever. When C, who I met on the street, asked, "What do you do for your work?" and "It's just so-so," on the side of Wooae, A answered and passed by. C was a property owner, one of A's alumni, and A was unemployed. "Oh, Mr. A! How is your life these days?" "Hey, I'm sick." When another friend met on the street and asked, Mr. A answered like this unpleasantly and passed by quickly. He was a senior employee of a company. "Are you making money now?" "Make yourself rich by making money." To another friend, he answered like this. He was a business friend. It doesn't matter what other people do. You guys make a lot of money and live well. Even his friends' greetings to him were humiliating to A. We were all friends when we went to school together before. However, once they left the school gate and ran closely to their own business, everyone became enemies. The son of a rich family had a good time. A man of wealth became a salaried man. Those who don't have wealth still have their own jobs. In the midst of that, it was A who was playing alone without doing anything. When his friends met him and asked him what he was doing, it sounded as if he was shameless in doing this and that.

Even C, a wealthy man, greeted A, who was unemployed, was humiliated by A.

"Cle..." he called Cleabae (grandfather) sleeping in the upper room and stopped. It was the reason why I was sorry to wake the old man who slept hard. How reliable would it be to have a husband around you at a time like this and wake him up a thousand times? When my husband lived, I clearly remembered taking him to the back yard. The widow's sorrow was pushed back again. "……" He listened again to some strange noise. I feel like I'm somewhere else. The rustling sound is like the sound of a house or wind, but it is unknown. Then did it disappear in a circular motion? With his ears tilted, he looked carefully at the window, which was so cold that the moonlight was tearing. It was quiet enough to hear the tapping of the artery under the ear. It was in the middle of course. With the sound of a trail, "Bustle," the shadow -- the human head -- quickly stuck to the window and fell. "That's right...." As his heart rolled, the blood of his limbs boiled and seemed to stick together, and the feeling of what it was flashed at right angles to his head. His voice trembled as he called, "Bongilner Kleabae! (Bongil's grandfather)!" I had no strength. It was a sound of scolding. "Oh, my God!" he shuddered, squatting as if to permeate the ground. "Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...… Hmm... How do you draw it?" The old man who woke up was slow. "I'm outside the ignoreer." "Is the ignoreer coming?" Come on, pose. I'm here. Why are you ignoring me? Hmmm." As expected, the old man replied slowly and then took off Ganarae with a good stomach.

A shadow of a human head was seen in the window with an unknown rustling sound, and the feeling of what it was flashed intuitively.

In that case, on the way to break one down, I sat down on the floor and smoked a cigarette. "I'm sweating!… The original version of the book is about to become weak and strong!…" Then the old man saw his finger hanging again, and he said, "I hurt my hand!" "Don't you think I'm going to be worse at clumsy work?" "I'll draw it!..."… What a scholar! Let's sit quietly and not try to do that on the earth...…" "It's an old saying!" "Then, it's a long time ago. Where is the scholar?..." "Such, it was not with me in the old world where I sat quietly or in fiction, and it only appeared in 10,000 years." As a scholar, as a scholar, as a servant, as a servant, as a servant, as a servant, as a servant, as a servant, as a servant, it is a disaster Draw it!" It was a word that came out of Musimjung (like a jatan) with an old woman in the village. The sawmill owner, a thirty-five-year-old young man, who had been to borrow a few phone calls and often met in the city's king's mobile car compartment. I had a particular impression because my eyes were large and black, my eyes were thick, and I never saw a cigarette leave my mouth. I still have cigarettes in my mouth, and I came to get some wood, and I ask, "Are you going to eat it at home?" Then, I don't know what you're asking for, "If you're going to send it to me, I don't have anything to give you. It seems to be heartless, but it's not enough to burn it little by little in the neighborhood, so will it be sent out as a tadong?" he explained kindly. It was very pleasant to have such a superior place in this town compared to the Jagasari beard on the riverside.

The young sawmill owner, who was thirty-five years old, had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was particularly impressed by the fact that cigarettes had never left his mouth.

Literature and Literature Work - Overcoming Pseudo-Nature Our country is suffering a great deal due to various unfavorable conditions. Furthermore, the group felt in terms of spirit is due to the pseudo-ness of trying to follow it only in the future. Thus, the word deformity applies equally not only to the production sector but also to anywhere in the field of literature. Deformity is a state that has lost its original base and is a pseudo-state of its original base. Literature was almost bedridden. The sound of literature continues to this day after day. Literature is only urgent for clinical treatment without digging into how it came to lie down. In other words, literature cannot give a lower level of heart and brain for the reasons before literature. Literature has been transformed into an experiment by a wicked doctor after dreaming of color. The treatment of literature is to restore the soundness of literature and should not covet temporary pain and improvement and improvement. The underlying pathology in literature is increasingly acute in his view of pseudo-ness as mine, not disease. In no time, pseudo-starvation is like a dressing room in a hospital room that continues the dawn of literature. I wonder if such a pitiful thing has ever happened again. People have so far avoided a close review of the trend of contemplation, which has been carried out only as the main phrase of the concept since the history of newspapers. Therefore, romantic is romantic and realistic is realism, and these days, it is brazen that humanism is Hugh Mannism, or Leportaage is a participatory literature, so how uncritical this habit must be. Above all, we need to shed new light on the reasons for romanticism, the rise of realism, and the choice of humanism and angaism. We will distinguish literature from literature and do not confuse work with work transfer.

The treatment of literature is the restoration of literary soundness, not temporary pain and improvement, and the fundamental pathology of literature is to regard pseudo as mine, not disease, so it should not be confused between the work and the transfer of the work.

Come to think of it, it has been a long time since Puck met so closely and relied on each other in such a shape as Mirye and such. Since the skin became secretive, Mun-oh did not talk about the stool to Mirye and was reluctant to meet closely and reveal his body. While examining Mirye's disappointing expression on her face, she finally reached that day without showing her body's secret. "Why did you get the shot?" Moon-oh felt that there was no need to hide more secrets from him. I couldn't help but talk about everything. Mirye smiled and said, "That's right, you know. So far, the cause of the military has been on the skin, which has been so difficult, mysteriously cold and chilly," Moon-oh's chin lightly lifted with his fingertips. He pretended as if he were welcoming a cute child's. "In a world that has only been heard in prose, there should be something to hide in the difference. The world is so proselytized." "Why don't you keep it from me?" I thought I would step back and make it look like I saw a caterpillar because I saw red skin. "Myeongryeongdu." "Don't do that." "A psychologist." Mirye buried her face in Munoh's neck. Suddenly touching his nose, he said, "What's red at the end of your nose. "It must be on your face. Soon your face will be as red as a monkey." "When it's red, it'll be like a bouquet of flowers." Mirye adjusted Munoh's eccentric expression in this way, holding Munoh's face as if holding a bouquet of flowers and relying on him for the whole body. While Moon-oh received Mirye's body, the injection and the doctor's words were consistently circulating in his head.

Despite Mirye's disappointed face, Mun-oh was reluctant to reveal himself, but he felt that there was no need to hide the secret anymore when he asked why he had been injected.

"Maybe he's so vicious. I thought it was cute because he looked calm and studied well on the outside, but yes, he didn't get paid 5 won, so I tried to steal everything and run away with it. He's the only one who can take a gold watch. Bring him in now. "I'll knock on the gold watch." The sun went down and the autumn day went down, and sadly, it began to be dark. All the flying birds are now visiting my house, and Hyonam, who sat alone in the field, was crying alone without knowing that the disturbance had occurred at the ranch. "Ah, my mother's illness may have been added to it, but I wonder if my little sister is waiting for me without knowing that I am only falsely accused of stealing while trying to send me money to buy a weak concubine."….' Hyo-nam couldn't stop and fell on the ground and cried. On the side of the ranch, Jin-yi jumped out. Deuk-i was a teacher who was in the master's room and called on others. He shook up the crying Hyo-nam and said, "Hey Hyo-nam! I'm in trouble. Now the owner has searched your desk drawer." "No matter how hard I search, there should be something to come out." So I said, "Hey, that's where the owner's gold ring came out. So I told him to call me right now because you took the gold watch, so hurry up and come in." And I ran by myself. 'Ah, what is this...…. I'm angry that I'm suspected because of the gold watch, but why did my master's wife's gold ring come out of my drawer……. Hyonam was so amazing that his head was going blank and his eyes seemed to be getting dark.

Hyo-nam remained alone in the field and was lying on the ground crying without knowing that there was a disturbance at the ranch.

I didn't learn anything to tell others about the process I had experienced. However, even the retrospective of the stern critics of a series of accusations cannot be dismissed from my memory. What did they say? It's still so vivid in my ears. Many people attacked the spirit of accusation. Many people criticized the futility of self-accusation. It was also excellent to criticize Judas and literature in conjunction with Sestov. It was also good to laugh at the establishment of moral theory and moral as a prank of small citizens. It was also good to point out the lack of connection between the spirit of accusation and the theory of customs, and the lack of my human sincerity. However, few people stopped their shouts and screams and expressed their sincerity enough to look around the place where I stood for a while. Few people even felt the empty heart behind the theory. Indeed, no one knew that "Yuda" would be ridiculed like a vulgar Christian, but no one tried to head to Gamramsan Mountain with all the ugliness and disgrace on the back. Indeed, that's all! I now fiercely demand Mr. Je's confession of "sincerity"! ("Dong-A Ilbo" April 29, 1939) 3 This is the moment when criticism sometimes steals the sidelines. How long did it take to prove that the truth is penetrating between the theory of accusatory literature and the theory of "Roman" renovation by genre theory? How much truth was passed by Je's criticism and recent arguments! History did not wish to waste more than a year to prove it. Now again Mr. Je is still advocating and criticizing.

I haven't mastered the story to present to others, but I can't even congratulate my critics who pointed out my accusation spirit.

The story of a winter night, "It snowed as I liked it. Hurry up and get up. "When I opened the shutters and looked out at the sound of a grandmother shouting like this, I liked it bland again, but the weather suddenly became chilly from the evening. The room has a strong draft, so I think of a folding screen from yesterday to today and think about making a room. I'm thinking of bringing the old bottle that my mother used in the country house. I heard that my mother kept my hands off my face by hitting the folding screen all night when I had measles. Put it in my room now and my thoughts will be able to go back to my house where my mother and father were before. When it snowed and piled up so that the plump roots of Bultaesan Mountain were buried in a round shape, my father often went hunting for roe deer with his friends. So I went out to love several times a day and asked for money because I was trying to feed my weak body, but I hid all day without being able to give money to my father and cried and hung on to my father. As a child, I followed my father rather than my mother. It is still clear to me that my father, who can't drink, always sat quietly in love and took off the goalpost. Why was it so nice to hear the sound of shuffling the corrugated cardboard. After living in a remote country and gradually getting older, I desperately want to think that I would have had a mother. Being able to take care of your parents late is definitely a happy thing. However, what a pity that people in the world often feel the precious line of their father only after losing their parents! On nights when they can't sleep, fairy tales-like old things bloom in their heads. Winter nights are long and my heart is composed, but if I listen to the sound of train wheels all night long, I really don't know what to do, and I fall into the nostalgia that <Rather than> felt in <The Temptation of the South>.

After a snowstorm, the weather suddenly got chilly from the evening, so I think about bringing an old folding screen used by my mother in the country house.

The diary said that it would come back to me in the first spring. Even if I think about it 10,000 times, I don't think it's my fault for believing it. Year, year, year, year...… It was three years away. Three years is such a long time I've only realized these days. However, in a way, it is a pity that it is considered as yesterday. Moreover, only the seru clothes of "Yagasuri" (a fabric woven like a bird's wing) still appear brightly in front of my eyes. And the thick hair that covers the ears, the loose eyes, the little red lips... No, the slender figure...…No… No, the woman in the picture was like that. I thought there was the same person. I wondered how it could be the same. My whole body was shaking like a squint at the moment I made up my mind. It was a humble photo studio. It was a white dusted display case. What on earth did I look into the crimson display case for. In a corner of a disorderly display of unsophisticated photos, the woman's picture - no, Yumi's picture - was shyly put in place. It was a picture of Yumi, who could not be the case, but it was definitely a picture of Yumi. I was about to collapse, but I put my burning forehead on the window and closed my eyes for a while. I closed my eyes, but I can't erase only the face in the picture engraved in my mind. The voice that vowed to come back to me in spring is outstanding in my ears. Saying so, I can see the shape of sticking out my body over the window and touching the tip of my hand with my cold hand for a while. At that moment, the express to Busan began to move. Yumi quickly turned her face half way and put a towel on her eyes...…At that time, three years ago, the half-turned face, the hopeless face, was now moved into this display case and sat down. By all accounts, it was the face of Yumi at that time. It was the Seru clothes of the "Yagasuri" I was wearing at that time. Thick hair covering the ears, double eyelids, small red lips, and a philtrum...… After a while, I looked up and tried to laugh that there were the same people in the world.

In this dilapidated display case of the humble photo studio, Yumi's photo, which vowed to come back to me in spring, was neatly inserted.

"Yeah." Yongsun readily gives her permission. "What? Do you make Soseung's wish come true?" Josin looks at the line in disbelief. "Come, your wish will come true." 'In your lifetime?' 'Just within three days.' 'What? Within three days? Does Soseung have a relationship with the baby every month?" "Come, your wish will come true before Taesu Kim Gong leaves the temple in three days." "What? Sir? Is that true?' 'I'm telling you so.' 'Isn't that a silly little monk making fun of? Sir, I'm sorry. Even if a monk dies a hundred times, the grace of the poet will be unforgettable. I'm sorry, sir," the god stands up and bows. Yong-seon also bought a long time of beads, hit her knees with her hands, and called out, "Joshin!" 'Yes.' 'Yes, I will do as I say.' "Yes, if you go in the water, if you go in the fire, if you go in the fire." "I will do as I tell you." "Yes, if you open one arm, if you cut one leg, even the leg." "Yes, then you go into the temple and start praying for Gwaneum, but you don't come out until I call you." "Yes, even for two or three days." "Yes, so be it." "Then the wish of the monk comes true..."" The ambassador raises his claim to Daegalseong and slaps Josin on the head, saying, "This incredible man is a logo! Give up your doubts!" The fire flashes in the eyes of the god. Josin took a bath on the way out, changed his new clothes, and entered Gwaneumjeon Hall. When Yongseon saw Josin enter the shrine, he locked the door outside, and said, "Josin, I locked the door, so I didn't think about coming out until I called him, but I sang the customs music with all my heart. "Think about something else." "Yes." I could hear inside.

After seeing Josin take a bath, change his new clothes, and enter Gwaneumjeon Hall, Yongseon Buddhist monk locked the door outside and told him to call Gwaneum Bodhisattva with all his heart without thinking about anything else.

On the floor of the room, there are traces of tears falling. His eyes hurt as if he were stabbed with a sharp knife, as he was worn out by these lifeless tears. And his mind suddenly turns to jealousy. I hate soil and rocks. I hate the field, and I envy the stream and the stream over there. No matter what you look at, there are no amo worries or amo emotions. My father has already disowned him. However, they only let him stay in this farmer's house until his wounds and diseases heal. The father's anger is endless, so the family in the left house is terrified. The family thought that there had been such a miserable sight before. It's a sight when the eldest son, Rapel's brother, is kicked out of the house. At that time, the eldest son returned from the military academy as a student, and the new ideological problems he had gained in Seoul caused a major conflict between the father and the son. The father told the servant to scold the eldest son with a frightening ugly bone, while the king climbed to the top of his head and grabbed the chair. The feisty son touched the sheath without support. At that time, the mother and sisters jumped barefoot and stopped her, and immediately the first son left the house. This fate has come to Raffel, too. "Go where you want to go, because you'll only be able to calm your butt!" It has been a long time since the abstract command, "Don't see me in front of my eyes!" Gradually the day came. Raffel, who has barely recovered, is destined to abandon the house as soon as he eats ajeol that day. With his mother's heart, he was to be sent to his brother, who now lives in a distant forest. I managed to soothe my father and get an old carriage and two old and thin horses to carry the rapel.

The father yelled at the servant to beat the eldest son, but he did not lose his son and touched the sheath, and when the mother and sisters stopped him, the eldest son left the house immediately.

However, there was no idea when or where the disease would occur in human life. This is from the mercy of God to make sure that he does not let go of his mind for a moment, or from the means by which the devil threatens the human world, but the human world did not know when and where unexpected mysterious events would occur. His father was caught in the net of the law. The matter was a trifle. He had no responsibility, so to speak. One day, his beak was frightened by a passing car by a horse and ran off into the street with a guruma on. The frightened horse ran away and walked around, and there was no way there could be face and greeting. Being hit by a carriage, some people were seriously injured and some died. That was all. But among those who died instantly was unfortunately the local minister. The problem grew here. A startled horse cannot recognize the minister, and it is natural to die if he is hit by a carriage, but the minister's death has made the consequences of the incident more serious. The law felt a responsibility to punish him. In addition, Article 211 of the Criminal Act obtained a provision that "a person who caused death by neglecting necessary care for work is punished by imprisonment for not more than three years or a fine of not more than 1,000 won" and ordered him to stay in prison for three years. Thus the tragedy finally reached this family. Chando's young mother, who learned the gentleness and quietness as a doll, but still has no education and culture on the rights and duties of a housewife and how to exercise it, had no choice but to be frustrated when this happened. My mother fell into disarray. And while there was no way to deal with the disaster, time went on and on, and the days went on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.

The local minister was among those who were killed instantly by a carriage, which made the consequences of the incident serious and had to punish him.

He took that route to the head of the Myeon's house. "Welcome, old man. "What's wrong with this kid?" The wife of the head of myeon was holding a three-year-old girl on the floor. "Why? What's wrong?" The old man quickly climbed to the floor and touched the child's forehead and chest with familiar skill. "This is what I've been playing in the garden all this time!" The child was crying really hot and painful. "It's all right. Let's see." The old man was holding the child in his arms and touching his chest and stomach quietly with his pinched lips. Since he was an old man who had visited other people's houses so many times in his life that he had seen and heard a lot of other people's diseases, and he had seen and heard a lot of healing, so now most diseases are believed more in the village than new lawmakers. Therefore, the wife of the head of myeon was also to leave the child to the old man with confidence. The child soon began to vomit undigested food and fell asleep after a long time. The old man sighed, came out to the toenmaru, and sat down, saying, "If you sleep comfortably, you can boil and eat the old water, and if you don't feed dinner, it won't be a problem." My wife also intervened in the meal for the old man as if she was relieved. The old man got rice and side dishes and began to swallow without chewing on the side of the toenmaru.

Since the old man has been in other people's houses all his life, he believed in him more than a new lawmaker in Dong-ri because he has seen and heard a lot about diseases.

Moreover, not only does our literature not have an establishment of description, but there is still a closed custom among writers who have taken Kyunghyang literature to judge reality with the concept of establishment instead of close observation of life phenomena. (Lee Ki-young's blacksmithing is a product of the established concept of labor divinity, and Um Heung-seop's limited youth is not from observation or research of limited young people's lifestyles, but from the observation of Ki-je's common sense.) There is a junction between Lim Hwa and I. In response to the overall denial of Lim's description of the world, I am trying to increase the world to customs. By grasping facts as more than facts, the world as more than the world, and the phenomenon as more than the phenomenon, customs finally become a literary idea. This custom is the subject of the description of the circumstantial situation, and the research and observation of the custom above Koh Hyun-hak will be able to secure the "truth of detail." Since there is no space, there is no choice but to wait for another opportunity, but the difference in understanding between Mr. Lim and me is in this regard. However, if Lim is thinking about reviving his orientation to a full-fledged novel, he cannot help but think of the truth of the details, the typical situation, and the description of his character in it, and what else is he thinking of in addition to looking for the renovation of "Roma" in consideration of customs, family history, and chronology. I just want to set it up and separate it like this and move the debate forward in consideration of the focus.

Not only does our literature not have an establishment of description, but there is still a waste of trying to judge reality with an established concept.

"But, the director said earlier, I'm going to die...…." There is no answer. My mother's tears turned into sobs. After a while, R says. "Did you hear everything?" "If you don't hear that, you'll be deaf." I vented my anger on R. "Ah…… M, don't worry. There's a hole to rise up when the sky collapses, so you think human life is so cheap!" R said a little later. "Do you think human lives are so expensive?" he answered no. I asked him the same thing the second time. "R! R! Really tell me, I think you're saving people, really tell me, because if you're dead, you have to prepare to die a lot!" "I don't know. I don't know that the director can't do it even though I'm not worried if it's my idea." He said, told me not to worry too much about it anyway, and took my mother out. I looked at the ceiling. On the street, I could see the sounds of tanks, rickshaws, cars passing by, the sounds of people talking, and the enjoyment of life. But here, between the walls, there's a sound that turns into a curse because you can't envy life, so what kind of irony is it? The room shakes a little with the sound of cars passing by. There must be a person in that car, who doesn't know how to enjoy life more than me, who has less obsession with life in Bodam, or even a girl next to him. Well, I'm getting sick of it. I need to live more than that, and I know how to live more than that, and I don't have to think, "What kind of contradiction is this shape of me. I'm going to die. In a couple of days or even today...….

I asked R to tell me that I should be ready to die if I died, but R took my mother out, saying that he didn't know and didn't mind.