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When I washed my face in the morning of the monologue, I grabbed a willow leaf that fell on the basin, and the water was cold and the cold feeling of the yellow willow leaves! As autumn felt the flow throughout the body, the thin flower bed on the other side of the garden caught my eyes. Autumn was thick because you didn't know the sunflower and cosmos that were as sharp as a jangseung. Jebicho, Astor, and balloon flower ⎯ are as cold and blue as the sky. Is the redness of the golden reef, cacaria, and salvia the last passion of autumn. Rotanje ⎯ Isn't this flower, which is like a paper flower, lifeless, and the skin color of a lost maiden, a symbol of autumn. It is ugly and inappropriate for autumn plants, the back of the messy crimson passion, such as the half-rotten red vinegar and gladiolus, and the rotten body of the poppy. ⎯ Autumn is cold and clear. Like a sea-wet shell. My ears are not shells, but I can hear the sound of the sea so clearly. This is also because the autumn sky is too clear. Whenever I lie down in my room, in the flower bed, in my room, or thinking about anything, the sound of the sea that resonates clearly, the sound of the sea like a bad rain, the crying sound of the sea, and the sound of the autumn sea makes me sad. When walking on the beach sand yesterday evening, wasn't he almost walking into the blue sea, attracted by the sad sound, even if he was young on his back. Even so, the scattering and disturbing screening may go crazy when they hear the sound of the sea. At the same time, the contradictory mind of autumn that visits the sea every day. a thread of memory that penetrates the dizzy mind and stretches out a straight line of memory. I sent him a myriad of shells stuck in the clues of the memory, but I gave up the shells in the package and borrowed them from him far away, but whether he had received them or not, trapped in the four heavy walls of the limited area. If you received it, would you miss the sound of the sea or porridge with the shell on your ear.

The half-rotten Gladiolus and red vinegar are inappropriate for autumn flowers, and Rotanje is the symbol of autumn.

When I got off the train in Yeongju-dong after going to Dongnae that night, I was like, "Should I go to the accommodation right away, should I go to the sea, what should I do?" And suddenly, the sound of several people shaking by the wind cut off and continued. When I got closer, it was nothing else, but concrete construction to move the bridge of the Gaecheon train facing the sea. Around it, bystanders turned around, and all the people working in it were women. I looked at the person next to me and asked because I felt strange. "How come there are no male workers and women do those things this night?" "The price of goods is much lower and it's the same as men who do such things, right?" "Then how much are those women's goods?" "They stay up all night, and there are 40, 45 and 50 coins." I quickly thought to myself, 'I have to exploit such weak women because I couldn't do it.' A long tree and a horizontal rope tied to each other and a single weak plate come up and down. Every time that happens, the iron pillar that strengthens the bottom goes up and falls down with a "bump." In many soft vocal cords, the sound trembles and resonates at once. "Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." 'Why are we doing this at night?' 'Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The iron pillar rose and fell.

Only women studied in the construction of concrete to move the bridge of the Gaecheon train facing the sea.

I thought he was dead. It was about five months before he got a strange disease. At first, his appetite disappeared, so he couldn't eat food, but he was gradually full, and not only was he full, but his whole body was swollen, and his face was yellow as if he would spill three or four bowls of water if he stabbed with the tip of the needle. It is said that the ship is more than that when you listen to him. However, it's not like that where the body hurts, but it's just dizzy and sometimes nauseous. He took medicine while attending S Clinic. However, the disease is not cured at all, and it is only getting worse. Finally, he was admitted to S hospital. I visited him every day. He sits in an armchair at any time, and when I go, he gets hit with joy and soon asks for a cigarette. Since it is a Jesuit hospital, he does not allow inpatients to eat cigarettes, so he eats cigarettes only when I go. The nurse is in a position to know each other, so she only smiles and looks. His running temper seemed to make it unbearable for him to stay still in the hospital. Meanwhile, I was unable to go to the hospital for two or three days to prepare for something, and in two or three days I went to say goodbye, so his illness changed dramatically and I called him a no-visit. The director was last told he had been pronounced dead. I just came back home. 'He dies. The energy remains in his throat, and he dies, who was blowing energy to the atmosphere around him. I can't believe it, man's life is...….' My relationship with him, there was no time. But it was deep. When I was studying entomology, he was a genius in poetry, and his poetry could sometimes be seen in newspapers and magazines. But there was something in common between him and me. I, a scientist who wants to pioneer nature to the end and create a world of energy in our lives, and he, an artist who wants to express his true self, had something in common in expressing true self. There was no time for his relationship with me, but the deepness must have been due to the commonality of the main image of each other. When I heard that he had been sentenced to death, I was surprised to say, "For the sake of society, it is sad to lose a child who is a waste," but I hated it for myself to lose a friend who understands each other this much (I don't have another friend who understands each other as much as I do.

Having been admitted to S Clinic, he greeted me with joy at any time, but after preparing for a few days of travel, he went to say goodbye and was pronounced dead soon, and I couldn't believe it.

Jeju women's health and American women are the embodiment of work. They don't dream of beautiful clothes or greasy food. It's just the spirit of working, and thus self-support, that doesn't leave their heads. The health of this working spirit, which has been soaked since childhood and trained with labor, is rather disgusting, close to barbarism. As a woman, you can see many things on the street, such as steaming in a rice field, but if a woman in Jeju loses a calf-sized size on the back and an elderly man in his 50s easily loses such a burden, you may think it's an exaggeration, but you'll see a lot of women's luggage selling and buying it in the morning and evening. It's a remarkable health. There's nothing more to say if you know that the stone fortress of Jeju, which would make fun of Qin Shi Huang's Great Wall, was also built by these women. On rainy or windy days, Jeju women live throughout the four seasons. In the morning, the mud for breakfast begins to set, and it is a mountain until sunset, so on the land of Harvestra, all kinds of things that need to be carried are carried from her back. I don't know how Southern Women's University ignores the customs of this island. The healthy waistbone, which has been trained since childhood with such a burden, has hardened like a cast iron, and even an old man in his 70s and 80s did not bend his back. So of course you don't need a cane. Just like young people, they lean back and walk. If an encyclopedia bends the old man's waist to draw the characteristics of the old man in detail and supplements the explanation with a picture of him holding a cane in his hand, there will be no way to avoid the soaring of Jeju women.

Jeju women did not leave their minds to support themselves as the incarnation of work, and their healthy waist bones, which were trained with luggage, did not burn even the elderly.

'It's chilly, lie down and read a book!' 'Yes! It's very cool!' After my mother went down, I lay down and looked at the mountain in front of me. On the front mountain, a large stone mountain called Dotbawi, which is large and rugged beyond the middle mountain of a small mountain, lined up on the side of the hill, and surrounded by mountains in the west and south, and built a castle with mountains. Among Jangyeon Shinhwa-ri, this place called Ttobawigol (Beomseok-dong) is a mountain, a water, and a stone country. I was born here and grew up here to 16. There are quite large fields in the middle of Dong-ri, and fields are scattered in them. In addition, there are many fields that can be farmed in each valley. This place was a mountainous kingdom where our Jeongga lived for dozens of generations. I was lying down and reading a few lines of English books, so isn't the pretty girl who came out of the Dong-gu and waved when I was studying in Pyongyang, walking over there looking at me? I unconsciously stood up half way and said, "It's been a long time since I've seen you pretty. It's fun!" He greeted me with a slight blush. "I heard you went to study, but when did you come?" Pretty came next to me and sat down, talking informally like this. 'You came the day before yesterday, didn't you?' 'Yes, you must have seen all the good things!' 'I saw a lot of things. You can take the train, you can take the steamer, you can see the plane, you can see the tram lights." "What do you mean. I don't even know the name. What is a light?" "Turn on the lights with electricity!" 'What do you mean electricity?' 'It's like lightning!' 'Really! How do you turn on the light with lightning? One, my God…" "Is it just lightning? I'm going to the next day by plane." "Oh, my God?" "The world should have been developed." I looked at his face again for a moment. He had a white, plump face, a coveted forehead like a hamburger flower, and a face with a silk towel down, but he didn't hate his handsome and cool expression.

Growing up to 16 years old, this place was a mountainous kingdom of our government with quite large fields in the middle of Dong-ri and fields to farm.

There is a reason why Chunwon Lee Kwang-soo was put on the title of the article to chat with Chunwon Lee Kwang-soo, and in this article, the signboards and doctrines that have practiced the relationship with politics and literature in the most "exemplary" will be a secret story. Chun-won, like this or that, is one of the few smartest citizens in the capital society, and one of the rarest and most "personal" among those who preach, "If you hit the left cheek, give it to the right cheek," while pressing the neck of a person who chatted with his hand. ["Chosun JoongAng Ilbo"], However, talking about a person and having a desire to examine him in light of his relationship to politics and literature is not because he is the most suitable material to prove this, but because he claims to be a knight of artism or a puritan of pure art, we cannot separate his art from political power It's because I'm trying to say that.

Chun-won may be one of the smartest citizens in the capital society and one of the rare people with decent and character.

The representative of Count Yoon's house is his only son This year, I was 31 years old, and I was Yoon Chan-du. Chandu, a highly educated man with a degree as a jurist from Tokyo Imperial University and a doctorate in economics from "Cambrich," was also a young man of proper character and dignity. × × Detective Seo's visit on his mission was not the old count, but Chandu. When Pil-ho passed through the dark hallway as a servant's guide and entered the drawing room at the entrance of Chandu's house, which was built purely after the so-called Hwayang Compromise style, it was not very clumsy to visit, but it was a bit overwhelming. For a long time, Pil-ho waited in the drawing room. Ten minutes and fifteen minutes - for Pil-ho, who was delirious due to drowsiness and tiredness, it was not even disgusting to wait long. He was immersed in a peaceful cushion, closing his eyes faintly and dozing off. The door finally rang. When I opened my eyes, the person who came in was also a servant. "Please come to the bedroom for a while because you feel a little uncomfortable." I didn't want to come down here because I was uncomfortable, so I meant to come up to the bedroom. Pil-ho followed the servant in silence. When Pil-ho reached Chandu's bedroom, Chandu was lying on the bed and biting a cigarette. Chandu lit a cigarette and raised himself a little as a courtesy to the visitor. However, he looked at the visitor's face, not raising it a little more, not laying it down more. There was a strange expression on his face that was indescribable.

Pil-ho, who had been waiting for a long time in the drawing room, was drowsy due to fatigue and drowsiness, so he was sleeping in the cushion, and when he opened his eyes due to the sound of the door, he was also a servant.

Detective Choi was relieved to have a key in his hand to open the secret of the case. I ask Iljimae to keep a secret, and Detective Choi thinks of a plan to leave the tea house door and head to Jongno to act as a heretic. The case will now be solved as if only one Korean scent is investigated, but the question was how to deal with the main character of the problem, the Korean scent. Forging private documents alone is a fine crime. If you report to the chief, you will be arrested without a word, but I think it is too harsh to bring the scent of Korea, which has been making fun of the world for more than a decade, into the dark detention center without knowing his guilt. "But isn't it a disaster if the Korean Hyang notices the secret and jumps somewhere while he's fainted with people?" However, if the Korean Hyang Gi committed a crime of death, he would not know and would not avoid himself. Detective Choi heads to Kukhyang's house during greeting, thinking, 'I'd rather fight the police with his personality.' Detective Choi thought that as long as the Korean Hyang became the main character and made a play, the personal life of the strange Chigak would not be very dangerous. I thought that it would have been a once-in-a-lifetime travesty, even if a bold person with the same scent as I didn't know and suddenly wanted money and did so, and as I guessed, imprisoned a chi-gak somewhere. Detective Choi continued to think like this in his head and came to the gate of the Korean Hyang House. A flat thatched house caught between a large tile-roofed house is a Korean-flavored house. It is a house where the gate is split and the door frame is tilted, so it looks outward and is covered with poverty.

The detective, who was given the key to unlocking the case, asked Iljimae to keep the secret and considered how to deal with the Korean scent to unlock the mystery of the case.

It crept back into Inho's stomach. That's when Seung-ok came. Unexpectedly, he hesitated while holding the door handle when he saw In-ho coming, but only entered when Nam-soon recommended it for the second time. However, even if he comes in, he can't sit down quickly, but he only looks at the two with an uncomfortable sheep. "Go ahead and sit down. "Why is there only Seo-gu?" Nam-soon also looks at Seung-ok with an awkward smile as if she felt the unnatural air. Only then does Seung-ok sit in front of the door and wink at In-ho. Inho feels sorry and feels a corner of his mind. My face is burning as if I was caught committing some crime. For a while the three sat blandly without saying a word and kept silent. Then it was Seung-ok who broke the silence first. He stands up flattered by injustice and looks down at Nam-soon, saying, "Teacher, I'm going to go," and quickly turns away at the gaze he encounters. "Go? Why are you going so fast without playing?" Nam-soon looks at Seung-ok in a hurry. "I stopped by while passing by, and if it's too late, they scold me at home." "But wouldn't it be okay if you came and went to my house?" "If it's too late." Seung-ok grumbles and grabs the door hook. Inho couldn't sit any longer. He jumped to his feet as if he had a chance and opened the shutters as if pushing Seung-ok, who was hesitating, "I'm going too." "Why are you in such a hurry?" Nam-soon follows.

When Nam-soon, who had an awkward smile, asked him to sit down, Seung-ok sat down and winked at In-ho, and In-ho's face was burning with a corner of his heart.

Don't feel sorry for Okjido, who suffers between the two, but when you see Heung-sik, who struggles to be a helper for Woo-sik due to minor emotions, you have to say that he is a very foolish and ugly person. If Heung-sik intends to talk to Ok-ji, he can do it in any way or means, but it is cowardly and foolish to only look at other people's work. Heung-sik and Woo-sik finished discussing and soon left for Pyongyang. It has already been a week since Okji went down to Pyongyang. After going down to Pyongyang, Woo-sik and his group set up accommodation at an inn near the count's villa and were looking at Ok-ji's schedule. It was the day after Woo-sik arrived in Pyongyang. In the evening, the sky was clear and clear, and when the sun was over in Seosan, Woo-sik and Heung-sik still discussed Ok-ji's work, and as they slowly moved to Bugyeokru, Daedonggang Street, passing behind the villa of the count, how did Woo-sik feel. At last, when he climbed onto the pavilion with the Bubyeokru Pavilion, both the beautiful shape of Moranbong Peak above and the silver waves of the Daedong River below looked strange to Woo-sik's eyes. Isn't this Sunkyung? Now Heung-sik and his beloved Ok-ji meet each other later, hold each other's wrists, and relax the old cypress, feeling the beauty of heaven with light steps, and walking under the Bubyeokru Pavilion with the Daedonggang River next to them? Shinseon is probably saying such a thing - and now I'm tasting the pleasures of life that I've never experienced before in my life.

I feel sorry for Ok-ji, who suffers between the two, but Heung-sik, who struggles to be Woo-sik's helper with minor emotions, is really ugly and foolish.

4. The Enlightening Role of Peasant Literature Joseon Farmers have the lowest level of general culture among all classes. Since the 500th year of this Article, culture has become the exclusive property of the privileged class, and the majority of farmers who have been devouring under the serfdom and feudalism cannot afford to enjoy culture, even though they cannot afford to maintain production. Therefore, there cannot be their literature that they have created. Therefore, when we create peasant literature, we will need to fully recognize that point and pay special consideration to the form of literature. In other words, forms and terms should be simplified and simplified to the maximum extent so that as many farmers as possible can understand them. The simplicity and simplification of form and terminology does not undermine the artistic value of the literature. Just as the review of children's literature admires its artistic value, one senior said, plain literature that can be understood by a million people is the best art. Most of the young people in their 20s, who are middle-aged in rural areas, have completed literature or language classes. However, they did not learn Korean language due to Japanese oppression. Therefore, enlightenment projects such as literacy and the supply of Korean literature for the majority of illiterate and Korean literature should not only have an inseparable relationship with such enlightenment projects, but should also be actively developed as part of the enlightenment movement. As a result, it will be possible to produce peasant literature created by farmers themselves in the not-too-distant future.

When establishing farmers, consideration will be needed to simplify and simplify forms and terms so that as many farmers as possible can understand them.

Hyejeong seemed to be very careful to listen to every word of the diary. His eyes were filled with tears. Myeong-ho smiled and said to his wife again, as if he had accumulated in the ruins. "Honey, I understand! The poor life doesn't suit you, so feel free to do as you please. I won't resent it at all, no matter how you do it……" Hye-jeong looked at her husband's face without saying anything and said with a resentful light. "What would you say now. Of course it is. If I'm always disgusted by poor living, or need to share with you, won't I do as I please without listening to you? That's what we promised each other since we first met. Please tell me whenever you feel like you are the subject of Ga Hye-jeong, or because of her, you are unable to do what you really have to do. At that time, I will leave you with tears in my eyes...…." Myeong-ho looked at the ceiling for a long time again. Hye-jung looked at the newspaper again with her eyes wide open. There was a moment of silence in their bird. Hye-jeong looked at the newspaper without saying anything for a long time and called her husband. "Look at that. Jeong-suk has already married and seems to be a great housewife!" Hye-jeong said and put the newspaper in front of her husband. Myeong-ho looked down where his wife was pointing.

Hye-jeong was resentful of Myeong-ho, who smiled and said, "I won't blame you whatever you want."

He stepped forward and walked close to the back door of the hallway with a quick step, opened it, and went out. The old woman in the kitchen heard the back door open and the person sleeping upstairs heard it. But in the kitchen, I thought the master sleeping upstairs was going to the toilet, and in the bedding in the upstairs room, I thought the servants were busy working in the kitchen. Without looking back, the window crawled up from the backyard to the roof of the toilet, from which he climbed back to the wall and ran down the road outside. Chang-ho, who survived from hell, finally opened his chest and exhaled vigorously. Then I ran to the police station on a quiet early morning road. "Children" Vol. 3, no. 5 (May 1925 issue). When the window entered the police station with an arrow-like panting step, it was still early in the morning, so the police station was empty, and two or three on duty officers sat around without wearing hats and were only smoking. As soon as he entered, Chang-ho took off his hat and said in a breathless voice that he came urgently, and begged him to go home with me because my sister was still trapped. However, as if they didn't understand a word, the policemen said, "What...…. What did you do when your brother was caught by the Qing Dynasty?" He is very easygoing. Chang-ho was in a hurry and wanted to curse at his ears, saying, "Did you eat?" but he held back and talked about his posture from the beginning again. When Chang-ho heard the story, he thought the policemen would be surprised that he was in trouble, but the policemen seemed to hear it more surprisingly than "I was hit by a dog car." As we say in the old days, "Hmph! If you're taken by the Qing Dynasty, can you find it? I lost it a lot. Why is it often in the newspapers these days? I didn't supervise the child well at home!" He took out a piece of paper from the desk next to him, said, "Where's your house?" and wrote it one by one. Chang-ho felt uncomfortable, so he memorized his home address, name, Soon-hee's name, age, date of birth, and school name at once. So the inspector turns his head and scolds him, saying, "Hey, just answer one thing each time I ask you!" and asks again slowly.

Chang-ho ran to the police station and asked her to go home with her because her sister was trapped, but the policemen were very easygoing.

However, he continued, "The enemy of the so-called 50th Army of the Chinese Army and the 1st Army of the puppet army are rebelling, and the 50th Army is three divisions: the 148th, 149th, and 150th divisions, and the puppet army is also called the 8th, 47th, and 17th divisions. The 17th Enemy Division is a mechanized unit, which will be the target of our 6185th unit's attack. However, at this most important time with Seoul between the provinces, the mission of our unit is very important. In other words, the 6185th unit's search team, which launched a total attack at 08:30 a.m. on the 9th, returned to the rear position after reaching the Han River Line for the first time while receiving minor resistance from the enemy. On the other hand, it is said that the following is the comprehensive war of Unit 6,185 over the past five days. 69 Chinese prisoners (3 officers), 602 confirmed to be shot, 111 long guns, 6 Gyeonggi, 5 medium-sized, 26 machine guns, 2,100 grenades, mortars, and 500 mortars. Following our advance - no thanks to joy and fatigue! Hundreds of thousands of refugees are turning north after hearing reports everywhere that our troops have completely reached the Han River line. Most of these refugees have become beggars, from appearance to president. Girls aged only four or five and elderly people aged 70 are heading to Seoul without getting enough breakfast and dinner. What will happen to them when they go to Seoul? The nostalgia for Seoul seems to be their entire life. In the distance, the explosion of our air strikes sounds, and sometimes dispersed enemy direct artillery explodes. However, these refugees turn their bloodshot eyes and tired feet to Seoul, which is covered with heat, and continue their hunger march.

Most of the refugees turned into beggars, and the elderly and a girl only four or five years old turned north and headed to Seoul.

Already, as a different matter from Anna's illness, Graasha's feelings were quite fierce toward her husband. "What's the use of making a fuss here. It was just loud for no reason." Pixtol had already been folded and seemed to avoid speaking as much as possible. "It will work without making a fuss. Think about the consequences. If you know who it is, you can't be so comfortable." "If you know what it is, then what the hell am I supposed to do here now?" "Be ashamed of yourself. Be shy a hundred times. Consider the face of the man who was responsible." What was not so tolerable was to build my own bloodline without considering that Graasha was in front of a man. "Because of that one good girl, I lost my love and even lost a group of unification. In the end, it makes even the young sick." "You keep saying useless things." Pixtol frowned and opened his hand giddily, and Graasha was still stubborn. "Why is it useless. Still, I can't give up on that mind yet." The beaktol whips out of the door, perhaps ashamed of his presence. In Graasha's eyes, there seemed to be no etiology or anything. He rather raised his voice as he followed his husband like a leech. "But I won't kick her out of the group. I can't get rid of Marie right away. I'm going to put on a skirt jacket that has no talent anymore." "Other than the noisy moon." I was surprised when I heard Graasha's footsteps. My husband's long-winded advice came out of jealousy towards Marie When I said it so blatantly, I was actually dumbfounded, not only by the beaktol, but also by myself, who is an expatriate Husbands and wives. Were they that hot and rough.

Graasha followed her husband like a leech and raised her voice to drive Marie away.

Third, because they are chaotic ignorant, they do not originally have independent main dogs, but enjoy their lives along the waves. If I wear blue glasses, I wear blue glasses, and if I wear pressed glasses, I also sit up with pressed glasses, but I rely on other people's arms, if others stick to the old, I stick to the old, and if others bloom, I bloom and move according to the times, I happen to hear the words of the Japanese government and organized by today. As they called for Orientalism, the Japanese responded to the sound, and as they practiced Orientalism, the Japanese responded with a principle of righteousness, and 20 million uneducated people in a country quickly fell into this theory, and if they are in the East, the enemy country is seen as Korea, and if they are in the East, we are increasingly recognized as a race of enemies. In other words, there is a will of patriotism for the reason our bodies were born in this land, and the will of the Aejok is due to the inheritance of our bloodline to this people, so consider this meaning. It is not right that we have no intention of loving the yellow race like the same Asianism, and this country is a country of the East, so if all of the East goes down, this country will also go down, so how is it right that we do not love of the East. Oh, I'm sad, my dear, listen to me.

It is right to love the East because our body was born on this land, and this country is a country of the East, so if the East collapses, it will collapse.

Modern Poetry as a Meaning of Language The Methodology of Poetry has been neglected in Korea last year as if it were almost excluded. Wouldn't it be impossible to pioneer the future of our city only with the style of critics. If most of the attitudes of telling poetry without sufficient auxiliary theory are impossible for sentimental speech, this is a phenomenon that can be recognized by others. Nevertheless, it was Cho Ji-hoon's poetry review (July issue of literature and art) that was two methods, as he read a rare article for a long time to shake off this slump and define the methodization of poetry. More than anyone else, Cho raised a pressing problem for us in this article, but he only entrusted the answer to the problem to the next generation and bypassed his own analysis. Shocked by this article, I can't help but line up a few quirks and pods of interest and would like to mutually request an extensive review of these issues. As in the subtitle, the two methods pointed out by Cho are hermeneutic and semantic methods, and the main points of which are roughly found in the following survey. In other words, it is said that "the new method of semantics is to be considered by our city, so the unification of the subject, thought composition, sentence concept, and meaning will unify our efforts to date in a completed maze." Prior to this, Cho consistently summarized the wailing of several people's poems after liberation as an interpretive method, and I think this was a group. For what reason was it that the interpretive method was added and labeled as sensuous. Often, we only have the habit of randomly selecting categories and inevitably going through our poor mental history of being imprisoned in those categories.

The method that Cho pointed out is that the theme, the composition of thoughts, the unification of sentence concepts and meanings will be unified in the completed labyrinth of our efforts.

There is an artist-like inspiration for an artist, and that inspiration is for expression and the excitement of passion. If this passion is strong, then the delivery to the strong Halzrok Virre must be fully mature. And art should be valued in accordance with its extent and extent of transmission. There's no way art can ever take hold in a geese. It might be that an artist can't be made officially in school, or it might be his name. They're coming out of Mazumak repeatedly with the word "new" when all the excuses are over. But it's hard to understand what it means just by their explanation. The new text should not only be about the transition of time and space, but also about bringing about an active role in our human society. In other words, rather than the Ulysses of Joyce, I, Hong Gil-dong, which was a product of the feudal era, have much better artistic value. So I think you've finally figured out what today's art is here, although you don't go into detail. Therefore, your love should never be art, or love should never be impure, but I think you have a rough idea of where the love is left behind, whether it's a love for a relationship or not for a relationship. At the same time, I think it's enough to let you know that modern art is the production of machines, and that person, you, is also a mass of meat made by machines.

Artists have artistic inspiration, and the stronger they are, the more mature they are, the more passion they have to deliver, and the value of art should be evaluated based on the degree of delivery.

Su-nam came when she was about to cry while thinking about this. It was really nice to meet you. Even these days, when I only came to the gate, I said it was right to say that it was better for anyone who was not close to me to come without doing anything, and even then, Nam came to comfort me more often than before I got sick. Ah! What a true companion. "Soonam! Are you leaving already?" "What do you mean you're leaving already? Isn't today a holiday?" Sunam laughed. It's really sad that I'm suffering from forgetting the holidays...…" There are still two or three lines left, but Sunam couldn't continue reading the following. The tears that I endured and endured came to flow nonstop. "Myeong-gil! Myung-gil!" Su-nam vigorously grabbed Myung-gil's hand with his right hand as he washed his tears with his jeogori sleeve. "Hey! Su-nam, Su-nam! I can't. I can't. Myung-gil tried to shake off my hand, saying, "Don't hold my hand..." But Sunam didn't let go. "Why not? Yeah! Why not? You are so afraid of sickness day and night that you never get better," he said, speaking up as if scolding, holding his wrist more vigorously. And then he went on to say, "With advanced medicine like today, you can definitely get better. It was a long time ago when I was worried that I had an incurable disease. Now! We have to cheer up like today. Do you understand? Myung-gil!" He forced a smile on his face. And now I sat down thinking to myself that I should talk about something else. Myeong-gil was so touched that he nodded four times as if he couldn't speak, and dropped hot tears. At that time, my sister brought a bowl of millet rice, which was jaein in the early days. "It must be very hot, my dear. Here! Have a bowl of this." Myung-gil took it and took a sip and said, "Ah! It's cool!" he smiled while looking at Sunam and inhaled the rest. The cool wind coming over the backyard shook the white curtains covering the windows. "Hey, Su-nam! When will the medal come?" Myung-gil said. The idea of wanting a silver medal seemed to be clearly hidden in its powerless eyes. "Well, which day will it come? .... boy, Ming-gil! Have you ever won a prize other than a medal to this day?" "I've won a notebook or a postcard award... the rules say it's within a month after the work is released, but it'll come within 20 days at the latest." "Hey, you want to get a medal soon, right?" "Yes, this is my first medal..." Myung-gil blushed and rummaged through the magazine's posts again.

To Myung-gil, who said he should not hold his hand, he said, "Why not Sonam?" "Because you are so afraid of diseases, it is not cured, and you can definitely get better with advanced medicine, so cheer up."

"You should have seen it in the middle of the day, Aig, it hurts!" He searched hard, and said, "There it is! There it is! Then, yes, there is no way he died," he tells Wangbong. He was still smoking. My wife puts back each and every piece of vinegar and says, "Mr. Nam, aren't you suspicious these days?" as if it were the continuation of the previous story. "Suspicious, what?" "Really? Then I was the only one who saw it like that..."" Then, it hardened a little, but soon, he said, "It's a little suspicious, but it's a little suspicious." He slowly picks up the distance between the lights and puts off the mosquito net and the McGo hat that he had put on the lid. A big man is a cute and quick-witted man. Scratching off the sweaty bangs, my wife said, "Mr. Nam, you seem to have become very cheerful these days, right? I think it's like that to me.' 'Since when, fort?' 'It's been a week..." "Well, I don't seem to have such a tidoo. Did you notice something?" "What are you looking at?"" He smiles with a blue smile because he is not very white. It was a smile that denied it with his mouth, but said, "It happens." A few days ago, he had heard something like that from his wife, so he thought there must have been something, so he rolled around about other people's recent actions, but there was nothing suspicious. So, no matter what my wife noticed, she is smiling. Nam is his friend who came to him for a couple of months and has been taking care of himself. Since middle school, he has been a terrible student, and he was a talented student who held out as an excellent student until college. The so-called Sujae type is usually like that, but its face is white and its hands are as white as watermelon vines in the rainy season. When you look at the morning sun for fun, the skeleton is not like that, but the rough yellow hair makes you think of a kind of pity. It's not like that after you set up your clothes, but when you look at your underwear, you can see your bones in a sad bird's chest, a slender fuselage, or a stiff neck with a protruding Adam's apple, and it's pitiful to look at. He got a job at a middle school on his way out of the Department of Law and moved to a women's specialty where he had relatively time a year before he was fed up with the almost omniscient drive of middle school students. Since I was only in charge of pedagogy lectures, it seems that it was not so hard, but it was good to have indigestion because of the chronic stomach disease, and sometimes I even spit out blood. When I look at my stomach when it starts to hurt, I frown and bite my teeth. Then I close my eyes and feel like I'm going through some of the greatest human trials. He moved to Sanjung, about three years ago, about Baek-ri, Seoul, so he recommended a mountain battery care on his way to Seoul one day.

There was nothing suspicious about my wife, even if she rolled around and noticed something because it was suspicious of a person who was taking care of her body.

The officer, who was in a crisis, thought about it while being taken away, that is, it was his criminal day that he knew the day before, so I asked the brother-in-law, "Who is the chief of the court now?" He answered, "That's right, I'm Hwang Soo-soo." He took it out of his pocket and put it in his pocket." Hwang Soo-jin had forgotten about it for a long time, but he was surprised and sighed when he saw the memorandum, but immediately went into the palace and asked why he couldn't kill Hong Gye-gwan. "As if he had a baby in his mouse, he looked at it again." When King Sejo saw it, he praised it as a god and made the Gyegwan safely released, and since then, he knew that Hwang Soo-shin was meticulous and careless in everything, so he appointed Oryang Oryang Soot and then made Jeongseung. (Ilseol says that there was a time when the Gyegwan was caught and died at that time, and Danghyeon was renamed Acha Pass.) Gyegwan also made a new point for Sangjin Sangjeongseung, and all of his life's fortune and fortune were correct, but the year of his death was not correct, so Sangseung looked at Honggyegwan later and asked why, and Gyegwan replied, "In the past, it was Jeokdeok that he extended his life by Jeokdeok."

Gyegwan asked Hong Gye-gwan why all the fortune-telling clothes of Shin Soo-jeom were correct, but only the year of death was not right, and he replied that Dae-gam would have done something red.

My mother took the boiled corn and recommended them to eat one by one. Eating corn at the bonfire, they said that a tiger came to the village one night and that a wolf bit Jeong Seobang's dog. In the shade of the zelkova tree over there, a bandibull was shining and the lights were turned on next to the forest. On the roof of the back yard, a white gourd flower was bowing like a small maiden. I was watching fireflies on one side of the yard. My house's shovels barked. The pretty one is walking by. He greeted my mother and other people and sat down next to me. White ramie red ginseng and black skirt - even at night he seemed to be dressed up. The pretty girl was bowing down helplessly. Stars hung over the zelkova tree. On the fence of the vegetable garden over there, another bandit fire was twinkling and flying carefully like a smuggler of a sneaker. Pretty ran there like a rabbit. "Bandi Bandi Firefly, give me a light here," he said, looking for the fleeing firefly. He finally caught fireflies and picked pumpkin flowers from the fence again and put them in it. It turned into a little golden lantern. Pretty caught fireflies again and put them in pumpkin flowers. He made three pumpkin flower lanterns and was walking alone in the grass. I ran there, too. Pretty gave me a firefly. The two of them were walking silently along the dark road in the black night. Another firefly flew in. I caught fireflies and gave them to pretty people, saying, "It's like colored eyes."

My mother recommended to bring boiled corn and talked about a horse that a tiger came to the village one night and Jeong Seobang's dog that was inherited by a wolf.

No matter how much he abolished access, it was difficult to refuse it due to circumstances, so he forced himself to go to his nephew's house in Jidong. However, on that day, I couldn't stay there for long because I was especially strange and uncomfortable, and when I came home immediately, my body and mind trembled as I climbed to the floor, I couldn't figure out what disease was, and I heard something strange from the air. Su-woon looked up into the air with surprise, saying, "You don't have to be afraid and don't be afraid because you can only hear the sound of words. It sounded like, "How come you don't know Sangje when people in the world call me Sangje and raise all of them and sincerely support them?" Su-woon calmed down again and recovered his mind, and then turned to heaven and spoke to each other. Choi "God, what are you going to teach me?" Sangje "In the 50,000 years after the opening of the church, I also made nothing but waste, so don't doubt it and doubt it again." Choi "Then I will teach a person in the west way." No, because I am receiving the name of the sacred talisman." As soon as the questions and answers were cut off, Su-woon saw nothing in front of him, but the infinite air was filled with brilliant and brilliant light, running, flashing, and seemed to fit one end of the universe, and everything that had been intertwined with the roots of heaven and earth.

Su-woon, who went to his nephew's house because it was difficult to refuse even though he abolished access, heard Sangje's words in the air.

A trip to Hyangsan is a trip that takes a day in advance and forms a companion... Rather than being prepared in this way, it is really cool to suddenly set up a president and leave without knowing it, and here is the beauty of romance of travel. Leaving the road alone like this and sitting next to someone you don't know at all, or sitting facing each other, is good because your nerves are not tired, and next, it's good to run my thoughts at will. It was an unexpected harvest that I saw the superb view of Myohyangsan Mountain. Employees who have worked diligently at the newspaper's company regulations are given two weeks of vacation a year. It was a five-day play at best because it was played according to the convenience of work. This vacation was often taken during the third lunar month, and the employees had to take turns taking this vacation, and it was during the first season that the vacationers returned to me with a railroad pass. It's not like I'm not taking a long vacation during the rainy season, but I don't feel a little sad, but when the rain stops, I decided to take a vacation as it was because I was busy with work at that time, so it became a little difficult to get out. Anyway, I got a Kyodo Line pass from the company. Then, when I spent these five days and a small amount of money and thought about how to achieve the maximum effect, I suddenly wanted to go to Myohyangsan with my colleagues. At that time, there was a K in Myohyangsan Mountain and a friend H's house in Yongbyon, so when they took a vacation, they each wanted to come to me, so my greed decided to come back to Myohyangsan Mountain by my colleague.

It was really cool to suddenly set up a presidential office and leave without meaning to travel, and it was an unexpected harvest to see the superb view of Myohyangsan Mountain.

"If you have to go down, you have to go down, but hurry...… I'm going down, and I have to go and buy it." "………" "I can't go to the unfamiliar town, and if I want to go, isn't it Maeyang's hometown?" Is there an institution in Byeokganggung Village where you can trade for a job? There's only natural farming, but the boat I saw a year ago, where...…" The conclusion of my experience of farming over the past year was that people like us were never able to make ends meet. It was because our physical strength was too poor to produce enough farming to feed our family. Even if our parents and children work hard to cultivate the field, they cannot take off 500 pyeong by field farming. If it is 500 pyeong of field farming, it is nothing more than Ulan farming such as chaema, garlic, chili peppers, and pumpkins. In addition to Ulan farming in the back of Chaema, barley, beans, and sweet potatoes must be treated purely by farming. A family of seven or eight must cauterize at least 3,000 pyeong of rice paddies to secure a year's worth of rice as a tenant farmer. If you want to farm 3,000 pyeong of rice paddies and fields like beans, you have to buy 200 farmers in a row. At the very recent market price, a farmer in my hometown is fed two lunch and one drink, and his wages are 6,710 won a day. It costs 25,000 won to feed and pay 200 people. I need that 25,000 won to go to the countryside and live in farming. It is said that it is 250 won in old money, but 25,000 won is never easy for me.

Our physical strength is so poor that we cannot take off 500 pyeong of field farming, which is only Ulan farming, even if we work hard and cultivate fields.

"It means that Master Song's foresight is like a ghost. If you abandon your government post, you'll have a new countryI do. - But I think you're calling my child "Wae Jong," and I'm protesting against you. Even if the parents are Korean citizens, how can a child be a Japanese servant. What's wrong with someone else's precious child - what's wrong with him?" If anyone laughs here, the problem is over - it's very simple. However, there was no sign of any concession because Song's stubbornness was world-class and the landlord received the phrase paper (the biggest Yongin at the time) of the precious son. "It came out after Korea disappeared, so why not a bell?" "All parents are one species." "It's not a parent. How can there be one when there's no father in Korea?" "A tiger cub came out of a bear's cave." "It's a bear's baby." The controversy gradually spread to abuse. "It seems like you've given birth to a pretty small dragon by packing an item like Jjigae somewhere." "If it's your parents' lift, it's a lift, but why do you walk into someone else's house?" The controversy is gradually worsening. "Since that kind of people are there, the independence that was supposed to be will be wrong." "What! You're saying something about independence?" - Hit it! It has developed into force and violence. So in the evening, Song left the house and moved somewhere else. - It was from this time that Song became a patriot. The Manse Incident, which exploded over the entire Joseon Dynasty on the first day of March of the year, disappeared after superficially leaving hundreds of thousands of prison prisoners and the Korean provisional government in Shanghai, China.

The owner's son was given the phrase "Japanese paper" and Song Ju-ju left the house and moved.

The author said that it is a gori-ki's word not to make the character act more or not to make him talk too much, and I would like to ask Mr. Lee to think of this as useful. In contrast to this many sermons, the description of the three essential characters of the novel was cleverly avoided, and all of them were replaced by the name of a Western actor, such as Robert Taylor. It is questionable whether Simon's beauty is "round and flat," and what would rural readers who have never seen them imagine. ("Chosun Ilbo", April 10, 1937) 5. On the task of a professional writer and self-help literature, the magazine Punglim contains a novel called Lee Dong-gyu's nervous breakdown. In a strict sense, I am also wondering if there is a writer who is considered to be a proletarian writer in the current Joseon Dynasty, but it would not be a very wrong name to call it like this, meaning "former professional writer" or "former writer. The proletarian writer on this land is deeply sluggish while his true literature is eagerly desired by the general public, and even makes the general public doubt whether these are people who have studied professional literature in the past. As one of them, I'm always questioning and skeptical about myself and trying to find a new world based on the path we've passed, but I admit that we need to clean up the political bias we lost in the past, but I refuse to use the path we've passed to reclaim the new world and insist on returning to the art.

I also acknowledge the need to clean up the political bias that we have been missing in the past, but I would like to insist on arguing against returning to artism in vain.

As I entered the gate, I opened the door of the hangout and the hangout mother showed her face. He looks at his face with a strange look as if "He goes out quickly and why is he coming in again," and closes the door he opened again. Seongchil entered the middle gate, passed the yard, and climbed to the floor. The man he was looking for was in the other room. He opened the door of the other room at once and for all. The modestly dressed woman sitting in the corner of the room was surprised and her eyes were wide open. He entered the room and approached the frightened woman. The woman rose lightly from the seat where she sat without saying a word. Sung-chil stood up and grabbed his skirt tightly with his trembling hand. The woman shook off Sung-chil's hand and spoke in a rough voice. "What are you doing, a decent man?" There are people outside. And when Mr. Ah comes, he tries to go outside, saying, "What shape is it?" "Nothing is wrong. Just for a second..." and held her in his arms. For a while the room was quiet. However, only the breathing sound of the two households was high and low in the room. About ten minutes later, Sung Chil came from the other room to the main room. After a long time, another thought came to my mind when I came to the main room and lied down. This time it was a wandering mother. Strangely, the shape of opening the door and looking at it when you came in earlier attracts you. Although his face was a little dark, there was a place where he looked pretty. She was attracted to her mother for a long time, and she tried to satisfy her satisfaction when she had a chance, but her face, which was looking at her from the gate, drew her heart even more as if she was going crazy. I lay down and thought about him for half an hour.

As she entered the gate, the wandering mother poked her face out and closed the door again.

Concert - Now I think about buying tickets for the true concert in advance and keeping them. I forgot. It was the first day, so it's already over the statute of limitations. When I searched the inside mark in the bag, a ticket came out from the corner. It was a symphony orchestra night that could be won once a year at best. By now, Tchaikovsky's pathetique must have started to play. He thinks anew that he's been distracted these days. But I was glad. The satisfaction that something sublime has been devoted to touches his mind. Even if 10 or 20 tickets are invalidated, he thinks it's not a waste. If it's a concert, I don't miss even the concerts of insignificant students…… Udon is here. Never has a cute bowl of udon left only red soup with a couple of chopsticks been more agreeable to his mind than today. He left the restaurant after drinking hot soup. That's the way up to the third floor. Turning the corridor, he stops in front of one door. Whenever I stand in front of the room, I feel thrilled and thrilled. It's coming in two years. However, the preliminary trial has not yet been concluded. It was hard to do the bail movement before the preliminary trial was over. At first, I didn't even know how to visit. Gradually, he became a lawyer, begged, flirted, and used various examples to visit, and from two months ago, he even had a desire to touch the bail movement. Such devotion has now reached this point.

He has even been greedy to engage in the bail movement since two months ago, but it is very difficult to do the bail movement before the preliminary trial is over.

To interpret my care exactly numerically, first, I don't know if my hand was worse than a professional caregiver, secondly, it was nothing more than breaking my recovering health, thirdly, making my brother economize the allowance that he should have paid if he had a professional caregiver, and fourthly, hindering the professional caregiver's money...… It's nothing more than this and so on. It's just that my heart has done what it wants to do, and it's not what your mother asked me to do It wasn't even what I hoped for. The unkindness and ignorance of this hospital is the sea that Joseon knows in Joseon. At that time, various diseases were pushed into the mother's body at once. The most urgent thing was the head abscess after this operation, the next urgent thing was stroke, and the next most important thing was diabetes. Injection drugs called insulin, which are used for diabetes, are usually prone to heart attacks if people in a healthy body are not injected and immediately neutralized with glucose. It is a difficult drug for patients with other serious diseases. Nevertheless, this hospital found that her mother had diabetes and gave her insulin injections. But the mother's amazing stamina won the first insulin, and once she crossed the line and revived. But the next day (even though I was under heavy surveillance) I gave another shot of insulin shot of insulin. And he couldn't swallow the last spoon of glucose solution that was poured into his mouth with a spoon and breathed his last.

Insulin used for diabetes is a medicine that is difficult to give to patients with other serious diseases because it is easy for healthy people to have heart attacks even if they are injected, but the hospital gave insulin to their mothers.

Whenever I look at that white sheep tree, I think of young people who are burning with ideals At the same time, from that cedar tree. It causes some sort of restless discontent. And somehow the roots of the cedar tree don't look strong. On the other hand, I often recall the pine trees behind my hometown and find elegance and calmness that is incomparable to this white sheep tree. The pine tree that blooms in the middle of the pine tree! The brush with dark red skin that has been through the harsh mountain winds...… I stopped thinking about this while listening to the sound of water and recommended him to sit under a willow tree. I didn't miss his nose flaring as his shoes sounded and cigarette smoke blew, so I wonder if he knows how to eat cigarettes, and the guys who smoked and asked, "Why are you sighing so much?" glanced at us and passed by. "It's a habit. You don't know if you don't want to, but you don't know. It's crazy, right?" "What do you mean..."… Your cheeks must hurt. What happened?" "Well...." He slowly caressed the pidgin cheeks with his pointed fingertips, with a lonely smile. And he still sighed and looked at me. "How do you see me…… So to speak, you're like a wife, you're like someone else's mother, or you're like a bar girl, or something like that?" I looked at him, and I said, "I'm sure you'really.?" I suddenly realized that somehow his whole body smelled of the flower world. And when I looked again, his beautiful eyebrows like willows stuck in my eyes. I suddenly felt almost disillusioned, and at the same time, I felt even more sorry for him.

When I looked at me and asked how I looked like a wife or a bar girl, I thought I was a wife, but I suddenly felt the smell of the flower industry from him.

They were fighting for the road to death. "The 5th! What do you mean!" "The 10th! Hurry!" The urging is like a torch from the front and back. Even if the body somehow escaped from the line a little, the club put it on the shoulder blade. Still, no one could say a single word except for the sound of "Yikes." It was drizzling with rain that night. "Do you go even if it rains?" someone asked. "Let's go because it's raining!" It was now because the plane was flying at night. "Because these children are the bones of the ears..." I was supposed to march during the day on a rainy day. "Nonsense! I can't believe I'm going to die on a rainy day because my body is sweet." When I heard someone grumbling, another thunderstorm came down. "What a fellow!" Rain is even more pathetic. Not a single person wore a hat. Most lived in the dark for twenty days. Some of them were kidnapped before Seoul turned red. But all of them are one month old heads. The head covering the ears covered the whole face in the rain. No matter how summer it was, it was a deep night and in the mountains. There is cold rain. There's a sneeze coming from the ranks. "Honey, do you want a big blow to your teeth?" "Why?" "Don't sneeze in Korean style." "Ho-ho, how about Soviet-style sneezing?" "Soviet-style sneezing-Kim Il-sung-Haddu-Haddu, Aichi Stalin-Haddu-" "Shh" stopped. But he seemed to have heard it. Creepy evil strikes. Hyuk had the same menstruation as other classmates. Emotions, nerves, sight and hearing - all physiology was to find oneself strangely physiologically different from the communists who had been breathing and living together for the past five years. The hatred of all the other reactionaries soon brings this thrilling physiological pain through their nerves.

Under the same urging as the torch, they were unable to escape from the ranks at all and had to go through the path of death even on rainy nights.

It was also when the newspaper reported the case in which the relay was indicted every day. It was a timid Jun. 500,000 won is a price that cannot be seen at once even if it is used until death. Jun was worried that his wife would be taken every day. Once every few days, women came and accused me. My wife was taken away and Jun was called to the police - I had this dream several times. My wife had been married to him for twenty-five years. For twenty-five years, his wife has been living without knowing his salary, manuscript fees, and royalties of only ten cents. Jun himself was around like that. So there's no way you'll have the talent to touch other money anywhere. It's been 25 years since I ate really thin and lived thinly. The wife has been touching the money for half a year and the barrel has grown. She used to be a horrible wife. Like a snake frog melting, I put it under the closet and wrote it respectfully. The wife was not supposed to know all the troubles from money. If you're so bored with the tuition of about a dozen people and six children with the manuscript fee alone, and you say something to get a job, "Don't be ridiculous. You get a job, but you're the best at finding a room. If you give it to me, I'll pick it up! There are two hundred Tombang Tombangs per sheet, so there is no better job than that. So is the captain's wife. "If you go out, you only spend money. Tie your old man's legs tightly and lock him in the house." This is the wife who said this. The leader is the only friend couple who has nothing to do with Jun's writing other than the three friends above. He was also the only person left in Jun's Woo In-rok now.

When the word "job" was used, my wife told me not to daydream.

The industrialist did not dare raise his head and stood up waiting for the party to pass, and one of the servants who passed by came running with a gari and asked, "You are a businessman, and you are not from Shin Soo-geun's house." "Yes, I am." "Then, since our great admiral had an order to bring him, let's go with me," he said, putting him on the horse who followed him. As he said, Kupsan followed the procession, saying, "Anyway, there is a harmful family." On the way, they ask, "Because a visit to Daegam's house is coming," but they do not teach Taekho only by saying, "I will give you later." Soon after, the road was opened by Nosonga, entering a deep mountain path that could not be ruled by Haetbalga, and entering the mountain valley for about 10 ri. Then, after passing through one of the mountains, there are many tile houses on the same flatland with the back of a high mountain, and one of them, a neat tile and pavilion, rises in the semi-gong, and the scenery of your ears is crying cheerfully. The eyes of the industrial estate flashed. I was surprised to see why such an even geogak in the midst of the harsh heartbreak. Moreover, I was surprised and suspected to hear that it was a mansion in Daegwan. Soon after, when the party entered the precincts, Kapsan was guided by the man-in-law and surrendered to the master, Daegam. At the sound of "Raise your head, old man from Upsan," Upsan raised his head in fear and looked at Daegwan's face. "I won't recognize my face," he asks repeatedly. After hearing that, there is a place where the face of the coroner is the same as that of Kim Ui-dong, who was under his control the day before. But it was a family I couldn't imagine.

The business mountain that followed the procession had the same face as Kim Ui-dong that he had been doing the previous day, but it was unimaginable.

He was infinitely pleased, saying, "The fact that Heavenly Punishment had no spiritual experience would have made the king you chose to make a law on the land, which would have led to indirect political affairs." Therefore, he often met his friend Lee Jung-hwan, who was especially close to the law and talked about all kinds of laws. However, the more he listened to the story, the more he suffered. It was about his son. Of course, it was not because of his son's bad luck, but because he sent the wrong marriage. When I first got married, I didn't say too much that I didn't want to, but after returning from my first marriage, I extended that I wouldn't go to the house of my bride's if I died. After that, he did not live in one room even after bringing Saek-si, and begged his parents to divorce him day and night. Therefore, Sang-ryul coaxed his son with all his might, sometimes threatened, and tried to appease him by various means, but it was not effective at all. However, somehow, the daughter-in-law gave birth to a daughter. Some people said, "I don't hate it with my mouth, but I don't hate it so much inside, so I think I gave birth to a child," so Sang-ryul tried not to divorce me. However, the son ran away to Tokyo without saying anything after his wife gave birth to a child. "I won't go back until you divorce me," said Moxum, who did not return home even after three years. Sang-ryul gradually began to worry. Considering my son's future and family situation, I want to divorce him quickly and have a good daughter-in-law somewhere else, but I couldn't help but feel frustrated when I think that the daughter-in-law won't divorce him smoothly.

When Sang-ryul returned from his first trip, he tried to appease his son, who was begging him to divorce him without going home, but it was not effective at all.

This land where he was dozing, or shrinking, had something to do with him. It's nothing else. There was a field of several 10,000 pyeong at the foot of the Nakdonggang River in front of this village. Since the Nakdonggang River flowed and this village was established, this Galbat has been cut down and ground to make Satgat, sell the Gal to get clothes, and get rice. Wild goose floats and autumn wind blowing on the Nakdonggang River. This song is no longer sung now. The field has become a thing for others. Due to the ignorance of the villagers, it was incorporated into the state-owned land 10 years ago, but was handed over to a person named Jadeung of the Japanese under the name of Cheolil, a state-owned land. I couldn't even cut myself from this autumn. I have made several assessments to the provincial authorities, but nothing has worked. The villagers cut off their fingers and made vows to organize the Blood Book Alliance to protest. After all, everyone is a failure. The villagers, who knew as much as their own lives, turned their eyes upside down in anger, covered them up and cut off the grind. There was a quarrel with the man over there. Even the human body was damaged. In the end, Sung-woon was arrested on charges of being an agitator, and after being severely tortured by the prosecution authorities, he moved to the prosecution office and became ill in a hurry after a couple of months. But here's an episode. It's a summer day of understanding day. There was a big fight over the long distance between the fairies and the merchants, especially the long-distance people. At the beginning of the fight, a long-distance person said insulting words as he passed in front of the Pyeongtaek branch, and when he heard that violent long-distance people attacked the village with clubs, Sung-woon took the lead and ran to cheer for the Pyeongtaek branch. After the fight calmed down, he said, "You're the new butcher, you guys." Despite the ridicule and all the people over there, he said, "Baekjeong and we are all the same people...… There is only a distinction between jobs...… No matter what job it is, the job is different, so there is never a person's honor. That's what the feudal people used to say…… Moreover, our proletariat must work hand in hand with the members of the Fair Worker...… Therefore, we, the proletariat, should know the equity temple as one brother and companion and move forward...…." There was something that I cried passionately in front of many people.

When a man was injured due to a quarrel with a vertical man while cutting the mane of a reed field that had become someone else's object, Sung-woon got sick after being tortured on charges of being an agitator.

However, the arms in which people were twenty were different from those of the drunkard or the kkun. And above all, I couldn't hear the main guest's song, "Noja Noja is young, so let's eat, drink, and play all the time." However, there was no "beautiful" song that made people drunk at night. "And what the--" My step was on the ground and headed. "Muh? Only a conjurer's drugstore Sua!" I murmured like this in a tone almost disappointed, and it was time to turn my steps back as if they were insignificant. I saw something scary through the murmur of the people. I saw a car that I couldn't see in the crowd forest and a woman under it. Beneath the wheel, a good blood was planted, and next to it, a beggar child lay his neck and collapsed crying. "Inside the car," as expected, there were a lot of bullies and parasitic girls. "Old guys!" "I'm so excited to ride the automatic ticket that I hit people." "Be terrible." I was pushed out of the place at some point, picking up these words. "Yes, you...…" I turned the end of my repeated memory and asked like this. "Yes, it is. Before Dalpo, I was hit by his enemy's car and dragged him to the hospital, so I can endure it because I want to see him in his life. Yeah, it hasn't come out in less than a month and two. Then his legs start to hurt again, so he can go by boat. Just your legs, Seonghamun, but you can still eat while turning around...…" The woman felt in tears as she touched her legs with both hands, which she couldn't bear to see anymore.

Through the forest of the crowd, I saw a woman covered by a car and a beggar child lying crying next to her.

The asphalt of Choha Street 1 becomes thick and dark dust waits for rain. The poplar Sakura tree, which looks like it is standing over the roof, had a heavy head on one of the chaffs. And Bibongsan Mountain and Sujeongbong Peak on the other side are asleep in the generous season's pasos as if the hot haze is Samsam and clutching it. The swallow pushes the white boat to the right of the antenna, and the clouds in the sky loosened like smoke on the chimney bring sleepiness just by looking at it. Spring is full of life. It is too much to judge the intense stimulation of humans and autumn people as spring. Moreover, the spring of the city, which has been peeled off, brings the summer without any room for the sunlight pouring into the tin house. Sit inside the bus stop. I grab my nose in the big, acrid air for a while. Congestion before the bell rings causes a person to have a human-hating sadness. These days, I am really tired of this dust and noise because I am tired of the depression that I did not have and the nervousness that started from it. No matter who talks to you, you don't like it, and even if you ask me to carry you to a restaurant, it's not interesting. Bag, plain, meat, pipe, hat, middle hat, glasses, shoes, eyes, nose, mouth, beard, winter clothes, spring clothes, skirt...… It's not like looking at one person in a relaxed way Only one of the special people is shown, and the more I see it, the more I feel bored. I'm glad when the bell rings. If the car picks up so many people and leaves, I'll be left alone, and when the silence walks in here for a while, I just calmly lick my lips and see the sliding shape of the watch's second hand.

The poplar Sakura tree, which can be seen over the roof, has a heavy head, and it is spring when the hot haze is scattered, and the clouds in the sky, which are loosened like chimney smoke, bring sleepiness just by looking at it.

Can you see a dragon palace in the stream of the southern wall. What is the maiden looking at while flying her bangs a little because she bumped into a pine tree and jumped out. What is it that the maiden looks at in unison with her eyes and mouth with an exquisite smile that brings together the maiden's fantasies, passion, and joy at the same time. ah ah. The painter finally discovered it. After trying to find it on the street or by the well or in the pro-jam Senate for 10 years, the painter found a surprisingly beautiful expression that did not reach the end of the species here. The painter hurried his steps. He completely forgot how dirty his face looked and how surprised this maiden would be if she looked at him, and walked quickly toward her. The maiden raised her head at the sound of the painter's footsteps. I looked at the firework. with strange eyes that seemed to look at the infinite distance. "Ah." When the painter said something like a half-bubble, hesitating what to say, the maiden opened her mouth first. "Where are you coming?" Where are we? "This place doesn't even have the name of Inwangsanrok, but why are you here?" "Yes...…." a lonely expression that suddenly comes to mind. "I stammered along the stream." The painter tilted his head. I tried to move my body. The maiden's eyes, which seem to be looking at an infinite distance, are just wide open without movement, but she cannot tell where she is looking or what she is looking at. At last the fireman cried out. 'Can you see ahead?' 'Sokyeong is coming.' It was Sokyeong. Hearing this answer in a tearful voice, the painter went a little closer.

I tried to find and see everywhere, but I couldn't reach the end, but the painter found a surprising beautiful expression in an unexpected place and walked quickly toward the maiden.

In any case, Lee Seo-bang has been going to Seoul every year since he was 17 years old. I went to see it every year, but I didn't accept the government post given by the government, and I came back the following year to see the past. Yes, after the first-place examination, you don't have to serve as a government official again. I hope you do this eight times...… So I've done it eight times in the past. "Why did you go around looking at the past like that, not a government post?" We asked, "Teacher Deok-eon," and he said, "If you take the Jangwon exam nine times, you will win the championship as a white robe...… You don't know? The scholar who did not hold a government post is called Baekui. We felt sorry that if the past system had not disappeared at the end, we would have seen the past nine times and tried the "White King" by taking the first place nine times. So, Lee Seo-bang, who had won the first place eight times in the past, went on his way to see the ninth past to become a "100 Jeongseung." If you successfully win the first place exam until this time, you will be rewarded for winning the first place exam eight times, and you will have a happy "White Prime Minister." If luck is unlucky and this time fails, the 10-year study will become a wooden Amitabha Buddha, so in all words, this road of Yi Seobang was the way to determine the important fate. My heart would have been pounding a little, but I've done it eight times, and I'm going to do it one more time…… I'm sure they felt so confident.

When Lee Seo-bang, who passed the first eight times, went on his way to see the ninth past to become Baekuijeongseung, his heart was pounding, but he was also reassured.

As such, the beautiful shape of the two people was so far from Ara. Is the distance Guman-ri or 100,000-ri-Aera had never felt a big distance between the reporters that night. "Is this what Jun-bo said about fate?" Aera regretted her attendance that night and wanted to leave the place if possible, but she had no choice but to endure the painful time of fate because she could not commit such disrespect. My heart was wet with invisible tears. The next Goerom was prepared again when I was placed in a difficult time and left the restaurant with people. Ok-kyung ran to me and stood next to me. "Thank you for coming like this, but I'm sorry." However, Ok-kyung's attitude was full of pride, not an attitude of sorry. "Why don't you go away for a picnic?" Don't just burn your stomach day and night in a small place." Whether it's mockery or advice. But Aera seemed right to take it as advice. "What's the point of going without a purpose?" "No one has such a clear purpose." It's not like everything is done because you have a purpose. If you always have something in your mind, that's not the purpose." "What do you think?" "It's good to think about your hometown." It's not the purpose of going abroad and thinking about your hometown, but it's possible that there's something." "Come and get back safely." "Let's go to Gurapana." Let's meet in Paris next fall." For Ara, the conversation with Okkyung was a city pain. When I took a step out of the street, leaving the painful atmosphere after saying goodbye to the subordinates, it seemed like I was out of hell, but on the other hand, why did the lights on the street look so lonely and the shape of people coming and going seem so meaningless. When I stopped by the teahouse, Beethoven's fate symphony played on the record. The stuffy and heavy sound of knocking on the iron door of fate that did not open almost threatened the body.

The child, whose heart was wet with invisible tears, endured a painful time, but the next ghost was ready again.

Then, a woman called herself is nothing more than a specimen of being wary of her husband, but when he did, he trembled all over. And for my future, my mind was always anxious. And as a result of such a hearing, he tried every means not to lose his current husband. He tried everything to save his husband's love, which was younger than him, and the love that was about to pop out. As a sovereign and presiding officer in his ex-husband's family, he was in a position where he had to use all his means and efforts not to lose the status of the conquered, let alone the status of the doll. And to win her husband's favor now, she did not hesitate to even offer the 3,000 won she had brought with her when she ran away from her ex-husband. In this way, Young-sook's second family life gradually proceeded under great anxiety and effort. Half a year has passed again. At that time, the newspaper reported the marriage of Young-sook's ex-husband. Mr. Kim, who was creating with extraordinary energy in the midst of solitude, was born in the summer of three years after his ex-wife's birth…… This article appeared in the newspaper's 'paragraph news section'. At that time, Young-sook broke even her second family life and became a professional woman selling laughter on the street to hit her mouth. Even a clever young-sook could not clearly know the reason for the break of Young-sook's second family. Just as Young-sook ran out of her ex-husband's house, the reason was extremely vague.

I was always anxious for the future, and I tried every means not to lose my husband who was younger than me.

Whenever I heard that a male student and a female student were exchanging relationships with each other, my heart was beating for nothing, envious and sad. However, as the sickle went in, such thoughts disappeared, and when I returned home and experienced my wife, I unexpectedly found a warm taste and a pure taste for him. His love was not a selfish love, but a devoted love. How happy my heart must have been when I realized this! While trimming until late at night, he looked into his pale face, which collapsed in his clothes and slept in poverty, and cried with emotion, saying, "Ah, angel who comforts me and gives me aid!" As I know, I don't have much talent, but I devoted myself to creation and reading day by day because I wanted to stand up as a writer anyway. Of course, it is not worth being recognized by others yet. As a result, natural daily life has become meaningful. Despite these difficulties, he said, "My work has been worth nothing for two years, and the furniture in the room has been reduced and almost all the clothes in the village have disappeared." As a result, I, who was not so patient, sometimes sighs uselessly these days. He stood at the end of the floor holding the handle and looked at the distant distraction without stopping, and sat down in the shape of a person who lost his heart while sewing. I found his worried eyes, often containing tears, in the dusky sunlight reflected in the sky. At times like this, he feels lonely and calls "Wife!" without work, and he scares and turns his head over there to wash his tears with his skirt, and gives a thin answer that shakes with tears, "What?" I shrugged as if I were pouring cold water on my back, and a sad thought flowed coldly into my heart. Even if it is not, the heart that is easy to be merciful gets worse, and I can't stand it anymore after despising myself, saying, "It's because I'm unqualified."

The students' love stories were sad, but the more sickle they went in, the more pure and warm they found for their wives, and his love was devoted.

It has a large wavelength, but it has a great speed. It has long been said that it is good to spill oil to calm it down when the waves are fierce. The first person to experiment with this as a scholar was Franklin in the United States. It is also said that it is okay to pour soapy water and put a net on the waves. Next, waves caused by an earthquake or volcanic eruption on the seabed are called tracts. The tramp is very different from the wind and waves in its speed. In addition, there is Jeong Jeong-rang, but this is too difficult and weak. When I saw the blue sea in the story of the sea, an old man said, "It was blue because the sky was shining," but I learned that the idea was wrong after the German poet Goethe said that the sea light was also blue even when the sky was black. The sea looks blue everywhere, but if you pay close attention, you can see that it varies from place to place. Sea light is not entirely blue. Some pressed, some light green, some navy blue, some red. The reason why there is light in the sea is because of the sun's rays. In the middle of the sea, there are countless invisible little creatures living, and small sand floats on one side. As the sun's rays reflect on the creature or the sand, the ocean's light can be seen both blue and pressed. There are seven colors in the sun's rays, aren't there. Among them, red and yellow rays are most susceptible to water. So, it's reflection only in shallow places. Therefore, the color of the water is yellow near Ganggu or in shallow areas along the river. There are countless glow-in-the-dark insects or flagellates floating on the sea, and the color of the sea turns red. This is usually called red tide, which is what looks red because of the reflection of light from the insects. And the light that's reflected from the depths is green, and even deeper it's blue or navy. In this way, the meat that lives among them changes little by little according to various colors of water. The meat that lives in warm currents and the sun is dark blue, and the meat that lives on the Korean Wave and the relatively shallow coast is blue or green. The meat that lives in the 150-gil area is silver and pine-colored brown, and it is about 250 or 300-gil, and the meat that lives in the area is soil-colored or red.

The countless glow-in-the-dark insects or flagellates become red tides in the sea, green in the deep, blue or navy in the deeper, and the meat living among them changes little by little along the various colors of the water.

Gisaeng is the first, Zizo, and the second is the song and dance It was said that the third was a dark color. It does not seem to be too much apart from the times and the world to carry out one's will by stepping up, not yielding to wealth, and not flattering power, but all of the spiritual issues of beauty and fame must have come from there. In addition, it was a month of mind around as long as Hongseo shines on each other and communicates with Nakyang and Guests of the swan faction, whose special characteristics are excellent. As Mae Gisaeng, the spirit and behavior of the gisaeng determine the banner of the gisaeng, and if the dignity reaches the first class, the Cheongjeolgohaeng of that dong will be no exception. However, once you are first-rate, your life and pocket money naturally disappears. Therefore, since there is no physical wealth, it seems that money is not considered very important, but it is sent away with an insult that cannot be compared to the passengers who are trying to appease it with money. In addition, even with sexual problems, the so-called American man who is driven like a stray dog...…. I don't think that's a problem either. However, the only true love will be Jisimwon and Ilmyeongwon. This is a universal situation through the Hwaryu world, so perhaps the historical existence of Chunhyang and Lee Do-ryeong will not lose their value for a long time until the existence of a gisaeng in this world.

Gisaeng does not seem to have left the times and the world, but all the spiritual themes of beauty and bliss were derived from it.

As soon as he took office, he released military bridges to each place to catch Bakjangdari first, and one day, someone came and pushed him, but he said, "Don't miss the timing because a group of Bakjangdari came to Hanbyeokdang or Gongbukru." The warrant was very happy to hear the announcement, and immediately commanded dozens of quick and powerful officers and ordered them to catch all of the long-legged groups immediately. Once his strict order was given, the officers ran quickly without any delay, surrounded a wall with four or five layers, and caught all the groups of long legs as if they had caught a mouse in a jar. However, the soldiers who went to catch the dozens of-long cliffs jumped from the pavilion like a shelter, ran away, and couldn't catch them, came back in vain as if a dog chasing a chicken was hitting the roof, and the warrant was dumbfounded. It was a few days later. Park Jang-gak looked at Munjik with a very confident attitude out of English, saying, "I'm a thief monster Park Jang-dari in Byeonsan, and I've been here for a while, so please go inside and convey my feelings." Munjol was surprised that he was Park Jang-dari, and was even stronger and bolder to find the warrant, so he couldn't say anything for a long time, and after looking at his face for a long time, he went into English and told the warrant, as Jang-dari said, "Come inside."" After taking off his official uniform and changing it to convenience, everyone else left and called him in. At that time, when Sambok's heat was as hot as it was, the warrant looked at the approach of the long legs. As I heard, the long legs were very long, but the parang on the head was much longer than the eaves of the main gate of the English language, and the length was a bit longer He came into the English yard and stood tall.

As soon as he took office, the warrant, who tried to catch Bakjangdari, heard that the group of Bakjangdari was drinking and playing in Hanbyeokdang, and ordered dozens of powerful officers to be arrested.

"Really? Don't lie. I won't go alone!" He sat down with his back. The policeman jumped to his feet. Everyone who saw this turned to the pretty one. The car slid in. The waves of people began to shake. Pretty was brought into the car. The car moved. At a moment, the pretty person's mind fluttered. He threw the baby on the floor and ran frantically to the window. He shouted, "Second! Second!" and tried to jump. People held him tight. In the spring of the year when the pretty person came down, the lifeline of the window was broken. The way for a few families to live was darkened by a word that fell lightly overnight. Chang-eun had a hard time suppressing her daughter's coming down, and moreover, she was afraid of the rice line, so she couldn' He was as gentle as a sheep, but after a few nights up, he couldn't help but leave with a ferocious spirit. There was no son, daughter, or old wife in front of him, but only the original man, Lee Chun-sik, blocked it. So he shook his wife gently at dawn one day to wake her up. 'I'm going somewhere for a while.' 'Where are you going?' The pretty mother felt comfortable. It was because she knew her husband's temper. "Where, speak and go," he poked at his wife. "The kids are going to wake up." I went to the public's side, put my face together, touched a pretty person, sat down for a long time, and suddenly got up.

Pretty girl sat down, saying she wouldn't go alone, but she was dragged into the car, and when the car moved, Pretty girl, who came to her senses, called her second and tried to jump off, but people held her tightly.

Seong-ho finally rubbed his eyes and gave snacks to the child who woke up. However, when a young person wakes up rubbing his eyes, it has become a habit to hold snacks in his hands. Therefore, in recent days, I thought it would be a mouse after sleeping and waking up, and I also thought that a mother would usually hold snacks in her hand. I need to fix thisKo Seong-ho always thought about it, but he never said it out loud. Fortunately, however, the fact that there was nothing wrong with giving snacks prevented Seong-ho's interference. Even today, Seong-ho only thought ominously in his heart. After the wife and the young went outside, the room was very quiet. Seong-ho threw himself back into his seat and lay down. In the next room, I could hear my wife setting up a table with a young one saying something. Seong-ho listened to this sound and thought on the other hand. "How do you cook breakfast?" He thought it was strange to cook breakfast. And again, I thought, "Oh, today is the last day!" and suddenly, I felt sleepy, and my heart felt stuffy. He didn't get paid for a couple of months at his newspaper. Even when his salary came out without violating the date of the month, he could not maintain the life of the three family members just by receiving it. Excluding rent, rice, side dishes, newspaper bills, electricity, water bills, etc., all of which were excluded, there was a shortage of 20 months. This deficiency had been barely supplemented by begging a friend in the countryside, or by a small amount of manuscript fees given by other newspaper and magazine companies.

Seong-ho didn't want to give snacks to the child who just woke up, but when he opened his eyes because of the habit of being young, he thought his mother would definitely give him snacks.

It was his wish from some point on Sunday that I should not think about anything as much as possible, and that I should not defeat it lightly, even if I do it, to give myself a rest to liberate myself for only one day, who is always preoccupied with too deep and many thoughts. The same is true of reading, so it was half the habit of hands rather than reading it in the first place, and if it wasn't really boring, I should have opened a gate, so I pulled out the "movement paper" of Nal, which would be relatively distracting. The book, therefore, glides out of its hands again, raises its head much higher than it knows, and, as it does many times, sits down and looks up at the sky carefully. The sky, which was still clear with a blue light, was probably very monotonous, but it was good because it was not thought of when I looked at the cancer, and the more I saw it, the more interesting it was. I couldn't figure out what was so funny and good. And then it was just fun and nice. "Mysterious?..." I was looking up endlessly, and then a word was automatically memorized in my mouth. It was tempting. 'There you go, SinB! . . .…' It also seemed to me that it was a mystery of that great sky consisting of large curves and unlimited blue light that were difficult to detect sensibly. Mystery! Mystery of the Sky!…' So-jin briefly ignored the usual scientific cosmic perception, and my own unexpected romanticism that could explain the sense of the sky so funny with the vague but convenient idea of the mystery of the Godznergi was delightful. Everyone in the house is silent as if they forgot even if all the roommates are in it.

At some point, his wish for Sunday was to think about nothing if possible.

He always came inside to help the lord's work and talk to his companion because he had little to do when his husband was away from his punishment. When the lord was told to come in, Saxi sneaks in and picks a place that doesn't look like Beomsu and sits on the floor. "What's bluffing?" "I'm just cleaning up the laundry."… How can it be so hot!" "I'm telling you, it's not raining!… But that's...…" Saxi speaks in a hushed voice as if she had some great news. "It's going to be a mess!" "Chaos?" asked the lord with a big smile. "Yeah... Is Ol the year of the Bengjayan? That's why it's a mess." "That's a big deal!" Yeongju slapped me with a bat, looking at the sheep. "I'm in trouble. "Don't you have to go to Doru Sigulu?" "If you go to the countryside, don't you meet the chaos?" "But if you go and live in the deep mountains..."…" The lord tried to explain that it was so, but the bride did not seem to believe it, so she just turned her head. 'Is there a bee out there?' 'Yes, but today is a regular company, Ilheon Daeyu?' 'Electricity?' 'Yes, it's a job to put up a tramway.' 'Good for you, isn't it?' 'It's better to just turn around and get a giggle, so Burdam is better.' I get at least 65 cents a day.m. a day…… When the goal was broken, I only earned 30 times a day, and there were many days when I hit the ball...…" The lord was pondering over his work, so he didn't even. "The most easy race in the world is the moneyless interior," the husband's usual words are recalled in his head.

While her husband was away from his punishment, Saxi, who helped Yeongju with her chores, crept in and sat on the floor when she was told to come in.

Therefore, a small number of landlords, which account for only 3% of the 3.5 million households in the former agricultural season, own 60% of the total cultivated land. Therefore, only 20% of all farmers are self-employed, and the rest are tenant farmers, slash-and-burn farmers, and agricultural workers who do not even own the countryside. Not only did Joseon farmers have the above great contradictions in land ownership, but they are also the world's smallest. In other words, when looking at the average cultivation area per household, there are 2 information 5 in total, with 6 information 2 in total, 1 information 4 in total, and 7 in total, more than 50% of farmers cultivate 1 information or less. In addition, not only are the cultivated land scattered on a small scale, but farmers cannot maintain their daily lives due to heavy rent and other burdens, so they cannot modernize agriculture on their own, and landlords only raised rent and avoided agricultural improvement. Therefore, Joseon agriculture still has a primitive method that is far from being promoted to the modern method. Joseon farmers were the only subject of feudalistic prudence even during the two trillion 500 years. At that time, land ownership relations were mostly owned by royal families, bureaucrats, relatives, and private families, and farmers, who were cultivated land, were in a typical serf status because they did not own land, and all their efforts were not used for their own needs. Then, after the Japanese imperialism dominated, the feudal relationship was reorganized into a modern private relationship, and in reality, the land was violently taken from countless farmers. In other words, the failure to clarify the ownership procedures of farmers who did not know Japan's new laws by so-called land surveys was actually cultivated, but they were displaced by the Japanese, and the common land of farmers was confiscated or transferred to Japan.

During the Japanese imperialism, farmers who did not know the modern relationship of thought were deprived of their land by the corrupt officials at the time, and the common land of farmers was confiscated or excluded from Japan.

The 39th doctor's examination was quite surprised by the unexpected disturbance. Fortunately, I was relieved to find out that Anna was not very dead, but I don't know why Anna took the hypnotic medicine recklessly. What are you pessimistic about and why you took so much hypnosis to kill yourself alone? A person who is leaving this world could not die so blandly without a suicide note, and even if it was a dose of medicine Even so, it's not a medicine that you take once or twice, but if you listen to his mother, you'll take it every night, so you won't take it so much without the public, but it's hard to guess. After sending for a doctor, Han Chigak carefully examined Anna's lying bedside and Yumi, but there was no sign of anything. One Chigak thought it was fortunate that Anna's behavior was not suicidal, so even if Anna did this with the intention of committing suicide, she thought it was best to prevent the issue of suicide from being talked about. "Where is the joint that looks like Anna's mother? You don't want me to take such a strong medicine? That was close. I let people do this dangerous thing even if they ignore it." Anna's mother was relieved by the words of Chigak that Anna did not die, but there was nothing to answer to the reproach of Chigak again.

I feel relieved to know that Anna did not die, but even if I looked closely at Anna's bedside, there was no trace of her, so I don't know why she took the hypnotic medicine recklessly.

"How wide are your clothes? I was tied to you. "What's better than the royal family and you?" 6 Not only has the relationship with Cheonsu since then, but the woman had many thoughts, so she cut off all the distance and feet for some time. Going to the official residence in the morning and evening was also chosen a different path. All leisure time was spent at home except working in the government office. While protecting the empty house, taking care of the beanbag under the fence, and drawing water from the well, the body cooled down and gradually caught my mind. My body is clean and my mind is clear, and I can only dream of the past when I look at the small flower heads in front of the garden. I feel as if I've had some kind of hot illness. If I think it would be a relief if everything was a past dream, I regret that I did a tremendous thing with my hair braided down. Mingjun, Mangap, Cheonsu, and the Royal Family. I spent the day trying to erase the visions that came to my head one after another. However, there seems to be nothing as harmonious as the human mind. It could not be cooled and frozen by pouring cold well water until now. There was a mutiny that moved the woman's heart again with the love of silk. The eyes were lit up by the sight. The official residence in summer is apt to be a disgrace. The door and window are all open and retracted, and instead, if a thin foot is hit, the stool in the room is cut. A door is a mouth that hints at the secret in the wall. The wall seems to like to humiliate the owner who lives in it when he has no way to distinguish between night and day.

When I look at giving up the plants, I think of the past like a dream, but when I think about it, I regret that I did something amazing with my hair braided.

Kim Cheom-ji's face, which seemed to be a big tear in the eyes of his wife, trembled convulsively at the moment he heard the words to the station, was grown up in front of her. "So how much is it to Namdaemun Station?" the student looks nervously at the rickshaw driver's face and mutters to himself, "Incheon car is at 11 points, and then there are two new points." "Just give me 50 cents." This word suddenly fell out of Kim Cheom-ji's mouth without even realizing it. I was surprised at the huge amount of money myself. It's been a while since I've seen you even if you called me this amount at once! Then the courage to make money disappeared from concern for the sick. I didn't know how it would be today. No matter what happens, he said that he cannot miss this luck, which is twice as much as the luck of Je-i. "A penny fifty is too much," the student said, snooping his head. "No, he's coming. In terms of the number of teeth, it's over here. "You should give me more of these days," said Chabu, who smiled round and round, overflowing with hidden joy. "Then I'll give you what you want, so hurry up and go." The generous young customer left these words and went quickly to get dressed and packed. After carrying the student, Kim Cheom-ji's legs were strangely huge. It almost seemed to me rather than running. Rather than rolling the wheels quickly, it was as if they were sliding in the shape of a skate that exhausted the ice.

After carrying the student, Kim Cheom-ji's legs seemed to fly almost because they were light, and the wheels also glided in the shape of a skate that exhausted the ice.

Chapter 1 and Chapter 1 (Jaeilgwa) 1 The sound of somacha wheels rings lonely on the new road. The shadow of a street tree poplar, which is small and thin, is slow, so it is a quiet new road with not many passers-by. In front of Dong-ri, an old man with a gombangdae is sitting with his grandson and playing with stones. The sound of a hawk falling behind in the quick season is like a sigh of a princess trapped in another country. "Oh my gosh, you cow tzu tzu!" A squishy whip cries on the butt of a cow that doesn't look shiny. There is no response from the fussy man to the extent that he appreciates flying the fly. I just walk looking ahead. Whenever a soma car passes in front of Dong-ri, the eyes of the workers who were sweating on the patty of the tavern house are moved to the carriage luggage at once. It's not because it's their first time seeing the move, but in their eyes, the furniture and furniture on this wagon seem to be unusual. A jar or a poison or a meju bowl - you can't see any of these furniture and the joke is definitely a joke. It looks like that, but it is a scary big market that cannot be seen in the countryside. I can't see everything because I put my partner still on this and that, but the mirror flashes under the passing sunlight. Instead of hams, the large Hwaryu fault field and willow box are square. The stool is also colorful on the desk of the head of the cotton or some kind of head of the department, a black and red leather bag that has no way of knowing what it is used for.

Only the sound of the wheels of the somacha rattles on the new road, where the shadow of the street trees is slow without passers-by.

When I came back, the gate was open even though it was still early in the morning, and there were only children in the house, and my wife went out last night to find me, came back late at night, and just went out again. And while I was away, there was a letter and a telegram from Pyongyang. I saw the telegram first. The first telegram was from the day before yesterday, and she's undergoing major surgery The second telegram was sent yesterday, why isn't it coming, it's in critical condition. The letter meant, "He came down to Pyongyang and operated on the end of his neck, but the place where the surgery was performed was troublesome and the bandage was removed and the wick was pulled out, so if he did something wrong, he would have a major injury." My mind was far away. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't figure out the order of what to do and how to do it. Looking at the value timetable, there was a northbound flight leaving at 007:30 p. There's a train, but it's only 00:30, so there's plenty of time. There was no money in my pocket to buy lunch, just train fare. I told the children that I was going to the station for the time being, and went out to the station with a bottle of intense hypnosis called "Fosu Chloral." Even if you go to the station first, the train won't go first. Like a lion in a cage, he couldn't sit at the station for a while. Something I never thought of when I was on the train at any other time - I'm in this station waiting to catch the train, and I'm rushing to get a telegram from a relative in critical condition or death. I think most of them are like that.

When I saw a telegram from Pyongyang, I was at a loss what to do because my mother, who had undergone major surgery, was in critical condition.

"Yes, are you a brother?" Are the two of us two? Who is the old man?" The blood of the boy and the girl boiled at once. My lifelong wish seemed to come true now. I stared at the old man's face with eyes that seemed to be pouring out of flames. "Come. I'll talk to you. You are my sister's sons and daughters. I'm your uncle. But your parents lost your brother and sister in Seoul when you were four and he was two. I lived in the countryside at that time, so I heard the news in a letter and came to Seoul soon, and I struggled to find you with your parents, but I couldn't find you anywhere……, Your mother died of a serious illness and your father died in anger...…," Even before the end of the sentence, the general manager and his wife came in with a horse stick and saw this, and their faces changed as if they had a big stool. "Who is it, get out. Get out." As he screamed, he pushed the old man's back out of the tent and chased him, and as soon as he came back in, he hit the boy with a whip like a horse. "You punk! Why are you here?" The thin, long whip wound around the boy like a serpent. And everywhere the whip touched, the iron and fingertips were all bloodied and swollen. The girl curled her hair in the hands of the general manager's wife, and as he stirred, she collapsed and rolled around, crying out for pain.

The boy's wife's whip made blood on both her legs and fingertips, and she cried out because she couldn't endure the pain.

In the meantime, I love you, as much as I love you, Hee-jung must have suffered. I had a lot of trouble, and I had a lot of tears. There were many family ups and downs, and there were even a few visits to the police station detention center for hiding Myeong-soo, a hurrahman. I've also been to many places where I almost died. Whenever that happened, Myung-soo couldn't stand the gratitude and said, "I'm so sorry," Hee-jung said, "I can die if it's your business," and erased all her worries with a happy smile. At one point, when a case was discovered elsewhere and the detective chased Myung-soo as a person involved, Hee-jung was welcomed by the detective, saying, "Everything I did is coming," as if she realized that she had to carry all the cases. Yes, he led the detective into his room, and in less than an hour, with the means of an experienced magician, with a few gestures of words, he rubbed the detective away. In any case, Hee-jung was as eloquent and had good means. Also, when Myung-soo had some kind of disappointment, Hee-jeong sincerely comforted and refined him. It was Hee-jung who praised Myung-soo, and Hee-jung who deliberately bragged about everything Myung-soo did and talked to him alone, even when he met his companions at the playground. Shibang, Myung-soo's stuffy and dark chest, is whispering these words. 'How much he loved him. He loved himself. I loved you to death.' For various reasons and circumstances, I couldn't say a word of "I love you so pitifully," just like the brother and sister's affection...…. He called him an older sister, and he called himself an older brother. However, how have you lived for five years after the hurrah. What have you believed in and lived with each other. Isn't it Hee-jeong, who said that she is the older sister who is about to die on the spot, who accepted her hot kiss without hesitation.

Hee-jeong, who loves Myung-soo, suffered from many hardships and hardships in the family, but she erased her worries with laughter.

"Yes, the towels and dagger were well hidden. After the mother's eyes are covered with dirt, will you have to paint your name? Don't let that worry spoil your mind for nothing. The world is wide, so you will see a better son-in-law than this West in the distant future." Yuri opened her eyes wide as if she had heard something she couldn't hear, and said, "Egg, my mother doesn't say much...…." Then, he frowns as if it were unjust. His mother realized earlier that it was not time for him to say such things, and decided to only comfort and calm Yuri's heart, and in this case, he became a parent's body, and what was most worrisome was the name of his cute daughter. In other words, the marriage that has been held now has no effect, that is, in Yuri's body, she is a great girl who has never been married. Nevertheless, people in the world always say Yuri's name like Xi'an's, so it is clear to do so. If you want to shield it in advance, it's best to choose a son-in-law. Looking at such a son-in-law, Yuri's body is respected like this, and she can brag about the world, and Yuri herself can break away from sadness and pain. You can also see the repentance of a precious daughter who is also a male and female. In other words, my mother has already begun to think about this, saying that I should take time to tell Yuri well. Twenty thousand is a mother to the world and anyone can think of it. If you say you don't have this idea, you may not be a mother who is frugally caring for your child. My mother even murmured out of her wits.

My mother realized earlier that it was not the time to say such a thing, and decided not to say "son-in-law" again, but only to console and calm Yuri's heart.

The habit Myung-soo knocked on the door of his house at almost 12 o'clock, feeling slightly drunk again tonight. He returned late at night while waiting for the door to open, and resumed his usual regret. In the last year he has rarely sat at home in the evening. Usually, he would hang out with a friend and drink until late at night, or even if he came back early, he would run out as if he were in a place where he would not be as soon as the dinner table went out, and then come back late at night and wake up his family with a big tongue. Therefore, whenever his family opened the door with his eyes open as he couldn't overcome his difficult sleep, he sincerely felt sorry, and after that, he vowed not to enter the night, and to return as early as possible, and felt ashamed of his irregular life. However, on the next day, everything must have happened, creating an excuse for him to go home late at night. My wife's answer came out of the house relatively early this evening. He felt even more sorry. "Are all the children sleeping?" Myung-soo asked as he entered the gate. The wife locked the door with her husband inside, saying, "My nephew from the countryside is here." "Seokho is here...…." Myung-soo came to his senses. It was unexpected that Seokho would come all the way to Seoul. The lagoon was the sugar of a master. He was a relative who almost survived together in the countryside. Myung-soo's cousin at that time was a leading rich man in his hometown of C. As a result, the sugar lagoon was raised as the only son of a rich family, the role-banned Okyeop. Even his parents had no time to think about anything else because of Seokho's will, so his wacky behavior and lack of decency often made the son of a rich family who was beholden to him, but on the other hand, he was compassionate and loyal, so he was a little different from other rich fool sons in the world. Myung-soo's brother-in-law was most enthusiastic about his son's education and made him study in Seoul after his son finished ordinary school. At that time, Myung-soo also attended a middle school in Gyeongseong.

Seok-ho, Myung-soo's bamboo wife and sugar-coated friend, is the only son of a rich family, and when his wife said that Seok-ho's nephew had come, Myung-soo was unexpected, so he woke up.

Choshin also sat next to Kim Lang. "Why is this rice cake?" "Don't you think you're running away?" He took off a piece of rice cake and gave it to his assistant, saying, "Here, eat it. Take it at your wife's hands for the first time and try it." I was ecstatic how happy and grateful the sheep were to Josin. Josin took it and asked, "Then is everything on this corner rice cake?" "It's rice cake that we'll eat for the rest of our lives," Kim Rang laughs. "A rice cake to eat for the rest of his life?" Josin was disappointed that it was not a silver gold bohwa, but a rice cake. 'Why, can't it be rice cake?' 'There's nothing I can't do, but I'm some kind of treasure.' 'You're greedy, too. A woman like me alone is not enough, so is it another treasure?" Kim Rang glances at Jo Shin. Choshin was ashamed. When I think about it, I was afraid of the future and my life, as I had to abandon all the so-called misogyny and save the only way to get rid of the Buddha, and covet the woman and the treasure. "Should I show you some treasure? I." Kim Lang wrapped it in a corner and turned it off again and again, and finally, things like gold, gold, silver, silver, silver, silver, jade, jade, corals, gold plaques, and pumpkins poured out of it. "Aigoo!" This was the first time in the eyes of Jo Shin, who was born in a poor house and was as yellow as ever. You can tell from the gold of the Buddha that yellow was gold, and there was no way to know what else was what.

I took the rice cake to Josin, who asked why it was a rice cake, and Josin was ecstatic how grateful and happy he was to eat it in his wife's hands for the first time.

The print shop is guilty. The faces of the workmen were all in the mirror. Even when eating, each person is left-handed. Perhaps my eyes were left-handed again, but I easily shook hands with the craftsman with my left hand. I communicated with the workman with my cleverly left knowledge. Their rest and pedestal - but somehow their description is right. I thought I would faint at this vast intersection of left and right, so I just ran out of the door, and after one step, the craftsman went back to the right in Japan. It was found that it was a condition outside the workplace for them to talk to Koreans. In the watercolors of Cheonggyecheon Stream, the commercial piras of the airplane and the Donghae of the Hyangguk gathered to pick up the piras like a giant piras It's a messy break-up. Marking roundworm relief, but not one dong can read it. The East Sea of a country is all roundworms.So I forget my stomachache because I was playing in the water chat hole. Donghae's parents are trash, so I don't know if they threw out your donghae, but they play well without control like skinny pine fish. Like the noisy scenery of the roller skating rink and the radio effect, why is this forging the season again. The moon is blue, so it's like a suburban sound! But the roller skating rink stands in front of winter - this sweating winter - and the dregs summer is creepy and sweating. How do you know that you humans are human models when you find out on the radiant ice that pretends to be winter.

The workmen I was talking to with my left knowledge turned to the right at once.

Honey, is social organization that easy? I would like to speak to each port organization in our country for less than 100 years. There is nothing to say about the official society, and even if it is a religious society, how can I live without a religion? Bowing to an elephant in a barbaric village, praying to the sun, being funny for fire and water, and studying the truth is invincible. If the majority of the people are not afraid, have no place to honor, and have nothing to respect, how can there be an order of the people? It is not comparable to the world of abstinence, which is forbidden. Therefore, it is advantageous to say that a Taeseo politician first sees the religious nature of another country in order to examine the weaknesses of another country. If there is no religion, it is like a South American race hundreds of years ago, even if it is a country with prosperous figures and strong land, full of cannons in the military, full of money in the land, and full of materials for study. As for the number and scope of Eastern and Western religions, there are many countries that are failing and many others who are competing for the purpose of expanding their influence in the world by expanding their scope. Isn't our Eastern religion the world's greatest German scholar? In response to that, he taught people how to become human by discussing the work of going up to the rich Shinbubu brothers, and his virtue is like sunlight. What is it that only men and women do not know about religion? If you don't know the truth, you don't know what your character is, and if you're like a prince, you'll be satisfied with the system, the world will be pathetic, you'll be sad to use a Taoist like me, and introduce yourself to the media.

Many Eastern and Western religions are fiercely competing against each other for right and wrong, and among them, there are many countries that are ruined and many people are prosperous, but the first religion in the East is a scholar.

"Go, will you? I'll treat you to lunch." This time, Chae-young put her hand in Jong-ho's side and held it secretly. Jong-ho's eyes were round at her bold behavior, but he stood up according to the chicken because he knew she was a worn-out woman. "Let's go." Chaeyoung wanted to run with joy. She felt happy when she thought of walking down the street with such a pure, high-personality, and upright man after always dating only dirty men. They got on the tram. Chae-young thought about where to find a quiet place in the car, but it seemed an honor to ride a tram with him. The two entered a restaurant called "Aodama" in Jingogae Pass. In this house, which looks subtle even when the lights are turned on during the day, the music flowing from the meteoric period burned Chaeyoung's heart. "Think of me like a sister." Chae-young sat silently, ate curry rice, and whispered in a mournful voice. Jong-ho became disheartened by her increasingly boldness. "Can you be affectionate just because you're siblings?" It's just good friends." "Isn't it easier for a man and a woman to change?" So, isn't the brother-sister relationship sacred?" "Well?" Chae-young felt a slight disappointment when Jong-ho's attitude was cold. And I thought he was looking down on himself. "When you meet me on the street from now on, even if you pretend not to know, I will follow you and ask you to say hello. And even if you don't think of me as a person, I will respect you like a brother. Ho ho ho!" Chae-young smiled instead of a sad expression.

When Chae-young boldly put her hand in Jong-ho's side and grabbed it, Jong-ho stood up, and Chae-young felt happy at the thought of walking down the street with a decent man.

"There were a lot of people on the way up Ulmildae from Bubyeokru. And I was going up rather than continuing to go up. It's going up a lot without interruption. I think it's probably in the middle of flower viewing." Eun-sook put the medicine she brought to Young-chul's bedside, took the cherry blossoms to the desk, pulled all the flowers that were stuck first out of the two bottles, and went out with both bottles. After hearing the sound of water spilling into the yard, I brought fresh water and came back to the room, picked out the flowers that were already withered and ugly, and the flowers fell to the ears, collected them in one bottle, and put them in the middle of the desk. Then I glanced around and smiled and said, "What do you think, sir. This is enough for a small flower, right? Yes, right, teacher?" Young-chul sits close to the front. "That's wonderful. You did a great jobDraw it." "Who's been bending it?" "Then?" "I've come to soothe others to bend it." He shakes his head. It is always like that, but it seems that he doesn't care a little about his own blood, and he doesn't seem to be bothered by the tip of his hair doesn't seem to be bothering him. And for his sick self, who couldn't go out on such a sunny spring day and was lying down in the corner of the room, he tried hard to get others to see the flowers in the room and do his best! I can't help but feel grateful and truly grateful for his actions that make me cry.

Only fresh flowers are collected in one bottle, and cherry blossoms are picked and inserted in the other.

It's almost eight o'clock. I didn't want to go to a coffee shop again and wait for it to come again or send a messenger, but I was very tired right away, and I thought it would be too much to light up the night when I met him, so I finally pushed a business card with a couple of letters like before and turned around. The next day, it's a little past ten o'clock...…. Sadong, a call that answers the call saying that it's a Mainland Harasang, yes, in Korean in advance, but the side was careful and said, "Are you Sumiko-san?" I answered politely, "The door is coming," and they said, "Ma! Yato Sugamae-tawa, Bunsang-oh…"Oh, we finally made it…He welcomed me with a clear view of the amount he liked. And then pampered one after another...… "<……Demo Hidoywa, according to the mood!" (…)……but it's too much, Boon-sang!" "I'm sorry, yesterday was very...…" "Why, you're saying something weird!" "Uh, what..."… Where do you make the city phone call?" "The pay phone in front of the bar..."… Oh, by the way! I got it now! …… But I'm on this pay phone, so it's okay to be a little naughty, right?" "I'm better off than you are!" …… But how? Would you like to come by now?' 'Are you all right?' 'He is! …… But if I have time, I'll have to go after 4 p.m. and 5 p.m., so it's good to learn Joseon kimono, but how could I sit down all day looking at other people's mouths?" "I know!" "So, let's just stop by Deoksugung Palace next to Baru for an hour."…" "Then, since I like it, shall we go later in the afternoon?…… About what time?" "4 or 5 o'clock..."…" "Then it's all right…… But, I'm in trouble!" 'Why?' 'What's the matter?' 'What a waste of time! …… I'm already tired of it all day and night yesterday! I'm so frustrated that I'm about to die! …… So it's only yesterday, and it's only today!" "Oh, what a fuss!"…" Great Britain was sorry for everything, but it seemed impossible to do anything about it right now. It's not just a day or two…… However, the reality was that it was difficult for a woman to handle the pain of erasing time alone, which was most likely to cause some other serious situation in the future.

He was very tired, so he pushed in only the business card with the words written on it, and turned around as if he was disappointed.

Tomorrow is the hope, now is the strength. If you lose your present strength, tomorrow's wind will be in vain. A man lived a minute, a second, a second, a minute, and a second. Don't neglect the living power, don't put it behind you, don't leave it behind, don't you know it's really the only life you own, and In-in clenched his fist. Before I knew it, I covered a thousand and cried gracefully. Instead of lacquer, Song Yeon-chil's black Yeonggu wore a gui and waited for the time to exit. Thus he went. One young life, which can be large and large--which can be infinitely large--was brutally stepped on by a wicked shadow, but failed to unfold its flag, and has long existed in this world. The flowers in the flower bed withered to the leaves in the scorching sun for half a day. The sound of five enemies ringing under Namsan Mountain seemed to give some implicit impulse to life moving toward death. Everyone said that the cause of death was likely to be around 2 or 3 p.m. I didn't set a lot of time, but I'm trying to clean it up as soon as I'm ready. Therefore, the body that died this morning will be put on the ground today. Park In-hwa thought that even if she could not go to the cemetery, she should see the cause of death. However, according to the public opinion, it will take two hours at the earliest to get to the origin. It's funny to stand in the middle of it's funny. Is that all? It was his responsibility that he didn't even have a shadow all day long without saying anything like this after shaving his head in the morning at the price of being unable to pay his salary or salary. He or he is the only one who has a bigger problems than that. When I left home in the morning, my wife asked for dinner rice. It was also something to go to the company and ask for an accounting to make and send money.

Park In-hwa had a sense of responsibility that she pushed her hair for a while in the morning, thinking of waiting two hours for her birth.

4. The slope (6th degree) at the third quarter location requires more attention when describing because its action is more expressive than the front or side. But it's important to note that the sequence of descriptions is the same as the full-length, the frontal or lateral view, so this is abbreviated, and the bottom point of the arc in the center is transferred to the starting point. So it's A and B in the sixth degree. 5. Left and right slope of tofu (7th degree) The A of the 7th degree is a side inclined the head to the right, so the starting point of the line such as beauty, inside, rain, and sphere, which are horizontally horizontal to A, is drawn in a parallel arc line. Mi, Ahn, Gu, etc. are inclined together along this line. But the angle of the arc is, of course, accelerated by the angle of the slope. In this case, the bottom of the nasal cavity and the lower extremity are raised according to the external capital, the biik, and the oral cavity. The position of this is also changed by this order. The C in the middle is the side where the head is inclined to the left, so this is the opposite of B where the arc is facing downward. As a result, the outer ribs, the biceps, the palate, etc. are bent downward, and the bottom of the blood intake, the lower part of the lower part of the lower part of the lower part of the lower part of the body, etc. are not seen. 6. B in the middle of the front (8th degree) where the head is swollen before and after the head is called the head, or the head. However, since this law is the same as the battlefield, it has to be noted that the positions of the weak, the external, the external, the external, the external, and the like come down, and at the same time, each part is shorter than in plan. Moreover, the bottom of the lower body is added because the lower part of the lower body appears to be extended from the sphere, and only the silk represents the base of the triangle. In this case, the forehead, the middle of the eye, it looks particularly wide. C believes that it is understandable, if not explained again, that we will draw a line in a direction that is opposite to the time of the face. However, please be especially careful about the limitations of the sitting flag.

It should be noted that the sloped floor at three quarters requires one layer of attention when describing, but the sequence of descriptions is abbreviated, and the bottom point of the arc line in the center is transferred to the starting end.

Has Hwahae forgotten this. Has the memory of my past memories of taking off my red clothes been thrown away from my head. A "woman" appeared in front of him, who was about to leave the living hell door. "Female"! "Female"! The vision of a "woman" who was wrapped around the body of a young prisoner like a viper and bit his chest appeared before me. With a fragrant smell, a pretty face, soft hands and a beautiful voice, the "woman" appeared right in front of me. I didn't know how to be ashamed of myself or coach. As soon as I breathed, the thrilling scent spread and smeared and melted through the drops of blood. The soft movement of the hand flapping in my grasp in the shape of a small bird, and the rubbing of the hot bone as if it were digging into the flesh with a jacket burning like iron on the red moon! The active sea seemed to wander through a dream like an ecstatic duke. His body boiled like the flames of the whirlwind. The memories of the past, which were sweet and bitter, have also disappeared. The conversation was closed. Yoon Ae-kyung cannot be seen in his eyes, which flashes like that of a carnivore, but only the white neck of a woman with her head lowered. Ae-kyung, who had been unable to recover her tears for a while, managed to stop crying. Eorongjin raised his head and looked at Hwalhae, saying, "Hwallhae! Please forgive me." "……." Hwalhae's lips were still tightly closed like a locked jade gate. When he felt that his tears and words he threw were not worthwhile as if he had hit him or her, Ae-kyung was a little shy that I cried and cried alone. "Go away," he said, drawing the fire, as if he had looked around once and suddenly realized that it was not the time to do this here. Only this remark worked. In the shape of an iron tip that was pulled by a magnet, the active sea moved along the Aekyung. At this time, Aekyung found that Hwalhae wore straw. The face turned red.

Ae-kyung, who had an earful of Eorongjin, cried and begged for forgiveness from Hwal-hae.

It was the first summer when the ripe spring light of passion, Princess Nakrang, gradually disappeared, and the green freshness that sprouted from under the flowers decorated the whole bee. The light of the first summer reached completely despite the wide bees in the Okjeo Land. Flying Navies, Singing Worms...… -- All things were busy because they were facing the Holy Father who was about to come in the future. A boy is rolling on this finely sprouted lawn. Whether you look at it in that dress or in the shape of your face, it is clear that you are a noble house master, but you are rolling alone in this field without carrying a person's servant. He seemed to spend his free time doing sunflowers in the field. But if you look closely, it doesn't seem to be the case. Sometimes it was clear that he stood up, looked far away at the eastbound road, listened, and then lay down again, waiting for something that would appear in the future on the eastbound road. Half a day, the first summer, when the long sun seemed to lean a little west, the boy jumped up again and sat down. And listened. The boy smiled at last. And I woke up early and hid myself in the bushes on this side. There was a white horse in the swimming pool, which seemed to be the boy's horse, waiting for a boy. As the boy hid himself in the grass, there was a sound of a man on the other side. As the sound gradually grew, a train appeared on the road. It was an old woman named Choi Ri, the chief of Nakrang. Choi Ri's cart was on its way to the palace with the demonstration of the Minister of Education.

The noble master of the house stands up from time to time in the field as if waiting for something alone and lies down again.

Another five days have passed. The pastor's dead funeral went out yesterday. Su-nim couldn't be surprised once. Before that astonishing heart sank, the Su-nim heard the most solemn and most despairing news in the world. That means Moses died in the hospital. When all the brothers came into the Su-nim's house in the evening, the voice that did not come out, saying, "Su-nim!" seemed to already have some kind of fire on the Su-nim's head like a lightning bolt. Su-nim, who said, "Yes," ran away as if she were being subjected to a more scary fact than any other day. And looking at my brother's lackluster and despondent face, he said, "What's wrong? "Did you get any news from the hospital?" I stood in front of my brother as if he were rushing in. He entered the room without a word for a long time and sat down as if he were falling down, saying, "Don't be surprised," and "Moses is dead." The sound of the Su-nim's chest seemed to be stabbing with a sharp knife. However, the stabbing changed, and I couldn't help but laugh at my brother as if denying the fact again. "Lie, why does my brother say that. The fact seemed so lie to him that he would be surprised…. And if the fact was true, Su-nim could not really admit it. The old woman sitting next to this heard the fact rather than hearing it. "Oh no!" In the eyes of the old woman, there must be a fact by fate, not a pitiful thing, or as if she had known in advance that it should be, she said, "It's pitiful, but I died well. asked Su-nim again.

Su-nim could not acknowledge the death of Moses, the most desperate man in the world.

If it's not my house, it's a coffee shop, or if it's not a coffee shop, it's his daily habit. Even now, it's either a coffee shop or a bookstore. I called the rose garden. Even if Cho is there, I don't think he will go to see him, but I just want to know if he is there or not. "Isn't that the rose garden? That Cho Woo-sang, aren't you there?" "I went out right away." Cho definitely went to Jangmiwon again today. Where did he go that way, is he coming to me. "Hello! How long have you been out?" "I think it'll be about ten minutes, no, about fifteen minutes." 'You don't know where you're going, do you?' 'I don't know.' I'll be half an hour from the rose garden to my house. If you're looking for me, you'll see Cho in 15 minutes. I anxiously wait for Cho to come, as if he had promised to come right away. "My my"! It's here! As soon as his heart starts to beat, it is unexpectedly Son who pushes the door and appears. "Aren't you going for a walk?" It's a nice day……." "Where?" "Even if it's Humburara." Even if I didn't, I was going to wait for about 15 minutes and go to the main court if Cho didn' It would be more helpful to have a companion to meet Cho, and it would not seem like he went to see Cho on purpose. "Well, shall we go?" I replied, deceiving my heart as if I were a man who was attracted to something that was not in my heart.

I anxiously wait for Cho, who visited the rose garden, to find me.

After seeing the Jinju Travel Yeongnam Arts Festival, the Paeseong Fortress in Jinju-si recently came to Seoul and asked him to come to the art festival, but when the date was imminent, he sent a telegram again. There was no way not to move due to the heat of Pa-seong, and I had it for a couple of months, so I wanted to travel and shake it off, so I jumped to the last train of the Gyeongbu Line. From the tea stall from Samrangjin to Jinju, passengers became noisy with art festivals and art festivals. Jinju is still far away, but I was secretly worried to see people's great interest from the tea shop. In fact, I left without much preparation for lectures and other programs that I made. It was quite a windy night when the train reached Jinju. In the Namgang River, the lanterns, which were floated at the art festival, floated beautifully on the water like a flower bud, and there was a lot of persimmons, which were Cheongsachorong that welcomed me of Nonnangja. On the first day, the babies of the people who came to meet them floated 500 more backs, and some of them were washed away and remained like this. Because of the people gathered from all over the place as an art festival, the inns in Jinju cost 110,000 won, and all citizens are floating as an art festival. A band came from Jeju Island, Haman.From Goseong and other places, archery players are here, and I see people from Busan to Daegu to Tongyeong to Yeosu, Jeolla-do to see the art festival.

People gathered from various places, including Busan and Daegu, to see the art festival.

"I don't know, I heard you were coming early today, but the manager already came and told me to leave the room quickly, so what should I do?" If my father hasn't been sick for three months like that, I'm going to be like this, but I can't believe I'm lying down sick right now. You said you can afford it today, but you haven't?" Su-deuk's mother's worried voice was also heard in her ears. However, Su-su looked down and remained still, and took something out of his pocket. Hyonam entered the owner's room. The owner sat down with his eyes drooping like an angry lion, and other workers gathered and saw Hyonam enter, and his mouth wagging. "I put my gold ring away at some point, boy! But you're going to tell me you don't know the gold watch? No matter how much the thief's seed is." The sound of the owner's wife screaming like a monk cut off the blood all over Hyonam's body. The sound of "No, why do you swear like that without knowing it in detail" was boiling up to my neck, and my fist with the pawn ticket was about to pop out of it. However, what I remembered then was the sound of my mother's concern outside the door. 'Yes! The sick father and mother were driven out of the room and trembled in one place. But if I give it out now, Su-su will be kicked out. If he is kicked out, his sick parents will starve, too. Come on! Let's not say anything. My house is in a more urgent situation than I am. 'It's more pitiful than I am.' Hyonam bit his lips tightly. And I put what I held in my pants pocket.

Hyonam also heard in detail whether Su-deuk's mother was able to make money, saying that she could not lay down her sick father on the same road, but that the manager told her to give up the room.

Kim Kyo-shin Revival is what people demand, has no vested knowledge of how to lead, and has no experience in guiding, and if you hear it, it's like a famous Revival pastor who has studied in the United States recently. However, there was a desperate request from a pastor at an intercity alma mater as a reader of "Biblical Joseon," so I tried to introduce that some of our comrades received the grace to guide them, but he did not accept it and did not have to name it. At the first assembly, as if apologizing, the meeting was held as follows. According to the pastor of this church, this rally is not a revival meeting, so I have been dealing with it because the guide told me to do as I please. I don't have any experience of revival, but I've been wondering how much I can do if I use the Bible as a textbook to strengthen 1:1 as a textbook for students at school. Therefore, if there are people who expect a big revival in this rally, it will be disappointing, so we should withdraw such expectations in the first place and wait for a capable pastor to receive great grace later, and this time, we will forgive him as a Bible lecture like chewing sand.

If there is anyone who expects the rally to be greatly revived, not a revival meeting, it will be disappointing, so please withdraw such expectations in the first place.

I forgot about before and after, got up, opened the door in the form of Kim, and walked lightly to Mae's room next to the kitchen. When I went and listened quietly to the window, I turned my head back, wondering if the window would flutter in my fiery breath. However, as I gradually lost my mind and realized that my legs were shaking, I opened the sliding door in the shape of a person with fever, ran into Mae's room, and pressed it tightly in the dark, and it was not Kim, but Mae. I jumped up, stood up, stepped out of the corner of the room, and the lights turned on, and Kim ran in, saying, "Hey! What's going on?" and holding my arm tightly, Mae squatted in the corner of the room and cried, looking at me. At that time, I looked like a bad cat who broke all the respect and love for Mae and stole my dearly precious things and got rid of them. That's why I ran like crazy and kicked Mae and rolled her. As a result, my brother woke up and said very carefully that I entered Mae's room first with a very calm and deeply worried attitude toward him, that he would have jumped out and stuck to me after hearing Mae's voice, or that Mae's actions against me would have been suspicious a few days ago.

Kim told my brother that my behavior toward Mae was suspicious.

As hard as this (but quickly) at work, doves were rare. It was truly a determination to get time to write a letter to small people. The factory, of course, is always as loud as ever. However, the sound of waves is unusual for those who live close to the beach, and the smell of manure is not cold for the villagers. Likewise, Doo-sik, too, is not aware of the heavy noise of printing machines, or the stench of sour lead, which is always steamed, as long as he sits in the correction room and works, he doesn't know how to stop. Rather, if the factory is quiet and you don't smell it, your ears and nose will be bland. Correction used to be an agricultural magazine's fruit pest control method. "…… Dissolve it in water and cool it down enough, uh, cool it down..."…" Doo-sik reads as if he were running along the coast, fumbling for a while for the cooling that needs to be fixed by ordering, and passes by as it is. It is the rampant custom of publishing Korean language and literature that any correction is extremely irresponsible. That's why Doo-sik just now can't consciously finish the correction, and it doesn't matter much. The old man sitting side by side with Du-sik and Batu, Han Saeng-won, who put a lighted bone stick on the Gyeje where he left his hand off, will be very busy for the rest of us, so I ask for no reason.

It is an irresponsible custom of publishing Korean language that Doo-sik passed by while fumbling with the cooling that needs to be corrected.

The bustling city fell asleep quietly, and the night of this station was deep. It was a street that wandered around while drunk, but it was an extremely simple street for a clear mind. I easily got out of the street and finally found Park's accommodation late at night. I decided to postpone my trip to Gyeongseong for a day, and early the next morning, I went there with Park last night with a considerable amount of money on hand with Park's goodwill. In my cloudy head due to lack of sleep, things happened the night before like a film. Even when I think about it, Gye-soon's fate until this time was so terrible. But life is always 'from this'. Isn't it enough if you live like a human being from this. I tried to think of everything as bright by force. I went there as I carefully went down the street where I walked yesterday with the Seunggarigang River on my side. Square houses like oil barrels, it was even more disastrous to see during the day. In it, Kye-soon...…all seemed to lie. But if it's a lie, how good is it. Some houses were still closed and some were open. We went through several houses and went to the front of the house, which we thought was it, and opened the door and entered. In a narrow room, two or three people's benefactors were standing and discussing what it was in a bewildered attitude. When they saw us enter, they were surprised and turned in unison. The slender man among them was the man of last night, who seemed to be the owner. I went through them and first of all, I found Gye-soon on the unit.

The two or three good men who were discussing in the narrow room looked at us in surprise as we entered, and I first found the unit's Gye-soon.

Do-hyang: But it's a superstition that he worked hard on. It is a side pocket, and it is water dripping from the main foot, and I think it would have been very good if the fisherman had found the body of the fisherman, and painted a rich side of grief with regret. Binghe: But it's just that the ship left, the wind blew, the person died, and I think I took a hint from the article of the year by Irish playwright Singh. If you say that the ship has left, the wind blows and the waves are still alive, you want to draw the power of Mother Nature and the struggles of human life, or show people nothing due to the dark shadow thrown by the sea into the fishing village. Sang-seop: Binghe's words are very advantageous. It's great if a man comes to life and paints a kind of heightened psychology between couples. WALTAN: I don't think it's written his dead, but the husband's body didn't show up when he was looking for all the bodies. Also, if you look at the conversation between the mother and the son, they saw the water dripping from the lid of the rice bowl and believed that the husband and father were not dead. Therefore, I don't think it would matter if I didn't express the sorrowful feeling of losing my husband and parents. Binghe: That's just the author's reasoning. Baek-hwa: As I said earlier, I think it was written as a hint of a talisman or a drop in the cap, but I think I made the superstition too true.

Rather than focusing on the superstition that the author is a side-crop pocket and water drips from the main foot, it would have been better if the fisherman had painted a side of grief in a rich manner even if he had not lived.

This is what I dedicate two words of "Gakoh" to my fellow citizens. 2. The people and morality (As discussed, morality is only what is most necessary for current compatriots.) (1) Whether our humanity was created by the Sangje like that creation theory or naturally evolved like that evolution theory, humanity is equal. Therefore, the strong are men, the weak are men, the rich are men, the poor are men, the queen, the hero, the saint is a man, the woodcutter, the woodcutter, the woodcutter, the foolish man, the foolish woman is also a man. As such, humanity is equal in character and human rights, so alas, that inequality is the devil of the human world and the sinner of the biological world. Once that flag of inequality flutters, morality is ruined, politics is ruined, religion is ruined, economy is ruined, law is ruined, academic is ruined, force is ruined, the world will fall into darkness, and the living people will die. Alas, there is nothing worse than inequality in the people's misery. As a test, why did Korea reach this point today. I pick the first finger and call it inequality, so the "inequality" ruler is Korea's biggest enemy. However, since the bad luck of the Gabo police wiped away the dirty dust of inequality on the Korean Peninsula, Koreans across the country have wiped away the eyes of great awakening and found a way to welfare. Now, in the 20th century, the year of heaven is bright and bright, The class of Jeokseo -- this is the third system of misfortune in Korea, and its poison is comparable to the civil class (and there is also a class of private agricultural industry and men and women, so it has created a detoxification each - Wonju), Ah compatriots, do you want to live or die. Do you want to survive or fail. If we want to survive, we will destroy this country and eliminate the classism that kills the people with one knife. It will be as easy as flipping the palm of your hand to get national welfare in the future when you will cut it and get rid of it.

Since humanity is equal in personality and human rights, the country practiced by egalitarianism must have risen, so this is the case with European civilization.

And tomorrow, I decided to leave for Nagasaki, the city of Cheongin and the city of Nanin. 51 International City Nagasaki. Earlier, Neuksanyang recommended him to explore Nagasaki, and Gwandasan also recommended him to explore Nagasaki. Even if there was no such recommendation, Nagasaki was a city of Tokyo for Seongam. It was a city with a lot of exotic colors because there were not a few people living there and there were many transactions with them. The egg was a race of no interest in sex cancer. But since the Qing Dynasty - . Party, the country's cultural heritage system has been imported from or modeled after the country. The class of warriors and merchants who live relatively unrelated to such culture was not even like that, but the idea of Sungdang by Chinese scholars and Chinese poets was severe. He revered the study of the region, and he revered all the cultures of the region. The spirit of worshiping culture has made even the local people worship. This idea gradually lost its foundation and took only words, so anything in that land was unconditionally worshiped. And, humble, even the people of that land were unconditionally worshiped. All the Gina people in Nagasaki were businessmen. Some people knew the letters of Muron, but others didn't. But it did not distinguish such things. There was a preconceived notion that everyone in the land was a great person, so all the merchants seemed to be great scholars. All the famous scholars of this land bowed their heads and asked them to teach writing, to pass on their studies, and worshiped them uniformly.

Nagasaki, a city of yearning for Seongam, has an exotic color because there are many orchids and blue people living there.

Chang-sun seemed to take off the world's worries on the snow. The more alcohol goes around his mind, the more he wants to cry Whether I wanted to break it once or break it down, I thought it would be like living again if I could solve something that was piled up in my heart at once. He asked for a servant. The room next door also mimicked the bag, and we laughed among ourselves, saying, "Bring us some rice wine, too!" Their voices did not appear flat and smooth, but seemed to bend and sway. They did not laugh because they wanted to laugh, but because others laughed. Their words were not to go what was in their minds, but to repeat the gayagi they had previously performed with their mouths. Chang-sun listened to the word with a grain of salt. He had a rude idea of them imitating him, but he held it in with a straight smile. Suddenly, Taeho pressed his neck and frowned, saying, "I'm very thirsty." Chang-sun readily sang Boga and said, "Bring me a bottle of beer." In the next room, we also said, "Ho-Ga, we have a bottle of beer," and laughed among them, bending our backs, and among them, there was a sound that came to Chang-seon's ears with a fierce saga of a folding screen, not a wall. "Shall we eat as they eat?" The singer seemed to throw an arrow in Changseon's ear first, saying, "Let's fight and see." Chang-sun said to herself, "Let's do it. "Let's do it until you pass and I pass and die," he said, and decided because of the false energy of Kimara with alcohol.

Taeho suddenly said he was thirsty, and Changsun ordered beer.

However, "Seo's Child" finally ate his baby mouse. Thus, this cute literary "motherhood of the book" will finally pour only great harm into our literary business. The holders of these literary "love of books" know better than anyone else how difficult our business is. So they are wasting his daily life away from exercise and only devoting 'motherhood of Seo'. I have no intention of leading the business forward. He only dreams of maintaining his body by eating it. If our precious literary children had true love and enthusiasm for the literary movement, instead of the "love of the West," why wouldn't they jump into this difficult business and try to participate in it as a private in the cultural unit? Business is impossible to advance by command on the desk. Business can only complete his basic work by invoking the organization firmly and flexibly and finally move forward. (This process of completing the basic work and moving forward is not separate.) He knows his own mistakes without expecting instructions from these evil literary children. Of course, a general policy should be established on the basis of intense self-criticism, and the topic should be announced as soon as possible for the problematic issues such as the issue of partner writers and organizational issues. However, it should not be forgotten that solving all these problems in the near future is not by prescriptions directed by these vicious literary children, but by his strict criticism and the total attack of double. This is because the lips of these evil young people have "the blood of Seo" attached to the front. In fact, prescriptions directed by them are heavily poisoned.

Seo's child has eaten his baby mouse, and literary book motherhood will only inflict great harm on our literary business, and Seo's child owners know better than anyone else that business is in trouble.

Five, ten, hundred, two hundred, thousand, two thousand...… They kept coming together, biting their tails. However, he was not alone, but each of them was an elderly person, centering on the Buddha, and a family with a young child. At last a few thousand people gathered. The hard-line marketplace was about to burst. There was a bump, and they dug everywhere. The people on the floor were really worried that something was going wrong, and every corner was murmuring. But it was not until they heard from the mouths of those who gathered that there was a house to live in, land to fry, that they could eat their food without being deprived of what they had earned from farming, and that there were no aristocrats, no comfortable people. However, some people were half-hearted and half-hearted. Of the fifty ships, twenty were loaded with grain. Ten choks were loaded with beef, such as cows, Doyaji, and chickens, and various other items bought. And the other 20 ships were about to carry people. Everything was ready by the eleventh day of the new year. Heo Saeng called the white sand beach of ten people and told them to gather at the dock so that they would leave the road in the morning as scheduled. The morning of the ship leaving with the hope of 4,000 people was bright. Thick white snow began to fall out one by one. It was the first snow this year. The first snow was a welcome thing, and it was an auspicious snow as if blessing the path of more than 4,000 people.

The ship, which was fully prepared on a snowy morning that seemed to bless the road ahead, was ready to leave with the hopes of 4,000 people.

Animals talk, too - A new study by famous scholars: If we can understand animals, we can hear sparrows chirping at the eaves or branches, and we can see if we can hear the sound of sparrows chirping, saying, "Right, it's not just chattering among ourselves, but there's a lot of food somewhere, and there's nothing to eat." You will soon know the meaning of the dog's whining sound, saying, "Why did you come here when you don't know him or her because you're a stranger to meet for the first time? (Any other beast…)……) How interesting would this be? Unfortunately, however, we did not have the hearing to immediately understand and interpret the sounds of such beasts, nor did we have the knowledge of them. And, I've believed that I wouldn't know that if I wanted to know, and I didn't try to. However, will we be discouraged and quit that this will never be known, or will we know if we know? I believe it's never useless to listen to the stories of people who have studied this for years, but let me introduce some of your scholars. "We've only known birds chirping so far as to sing. However, when birds chirp with their mouths open, it is never a song, but if we call it our people, it is talking." That's what Dr. William Batarson, a professor of linguistics at Columbia University in the United States, said when he published a new study on animal language in a gathering of famous psychologists.

Dr. William Batarson, a professor of linguistics at Columbia University in the U.S., said that birds chirp when considered human.

Lee Hyo-seok also has a reputation as a master of short stories. However, the mountain peak was a work that could be clean without the last stench, and the perfume is just the watercolor file of the sweet home. Does the critic recommend that a short story is a successful short story if the short story is repeatedly? However, Lee has a sharp criticism of the world like Ilpyo's merit, and there is also a world of works like the emperor who sings the fate of heroes. At first glance, Mr. Kim's stronghold is ambiguous. I think it's just a cultured hobby. There are times when people are critical of the world because they are cultured, but there is no need to press the Nangmanuido, which wants to portray the deathbed of Napa-ryun as a culture and hobby. Seeds look like dilettante in this way. However, in fact, the aforementioned works are a kind of here. The reason should be enough to point out the theme of the flowerpot, which Lee sets whenever he has more than a decade to spare. People often have a habit of respecting the genealogy of the old sea in Lee's family, so if it appears in a long time as an obituary sunflower conch, etc., they do not stop praising it by raising their heads. But this is not essential to the seed either. It is not beyond the limits of culture. It's just a moral in the heart of some kind of bullish document. Thus, I would like to emphasize that Lee's central world is also in the flowerpot. If, as people say, the genealogy of the old sea is the basis of the seed's essential world, there is no way that the elements of the first seed's previous chapter are mixed. However, there was no sign of such a flowerpot. It was the intention of the flowerpot to draw this world of flower pots that carried dizzy regardless of the flower wine of Jaung. When people take off their clothes and take off their social constraints, they cannot know what kind of truth they show. In this way, he says, "The truth of the pot may pick up the truth that Bob missed." However, it is not possible to know whether it will not be achieved if it is 'frozen'. Here we can think of one result. As a result of interrogating it in instinct by relying on sex itself to the end, the rejection of all established and the birth of a new Moral. As long as all established habits and ethics are removed and presented naked, the new birth of Moral is rare and natural. However, according to my book report, I think this has stopped in the middle. It seems that there was a lack of stomach to dig up sex in Moral, which is more intense than Dilettante. Therefore, Lee was essentially a writer who could not be Lawrence.

Lee Hyo-seok's poem has a reputation as a masterpiece of short stories, but Sanjeong was a work that could be successful only if there was no last stench, and there is also a world of sharp critical works.

The orang cae flowers on the side of the Hwachunjangmi are withering, forsythia and apricot flowers are in full bloom, followed by cherry blossoms competing for the day. In preparation for official flowers, the Morandae area is decorated with lanterns on arong pillars, elongated lanterns, and elegant decorations. It is true that a kind of discoloration has already become visible before the customs of annual official paintings are abundant, but as long as they are enjoyed when dealing with flowers of the time and Sangjum is a human expectation, one cannot deny the arch, and this custom cannot be uniform. No matter what flower it is, it is beautiful enough just because it is a flower - for example, even a humble flower that shines under your feet is never the oil of a stone or a lump of soil in the street. Isn't it the unification of a heart that recognizes the beautiful as beautiful and welcomes the flowers of the time, and furthermore, loves and completes the beauty of the heart. When you think a flower is beautiful, even if it is the inside of Hongjin, there is not only generous and generous generosity in a place where you are swept away in the heart of Hongjin and do not stingy to enjoy the flowery path for a while, but also a cow who is beautiful. It is different from thinking that beautiful things are just beautiful and that you really are beautiful. It is better to go out of the garden and see the flowers than to fantasize about them, and it may be more rewarding to leave a head and move it in front of the garden or pick it and put it on the desk rather than just looking at the flowers.

Thinking that it is beautiful and being beautiful are different, so it is more rewarding to look at it in person than to imagine it.

Even if Kim Sip-jang asks for some money, he doesn't get drunk well. "I'll make it today. Since it's late at night, Jeong Seo-bang steps back. Other people also said, "It seems that the night has gotten quite late, but I need to get some sleep to work again tomorrow." "Ten! Let's call it a day. "Why do you keep losing it today?" The foreman gets angry, saying, "I'm trying not to get more money, but when did I sleep at this time?" "No, you're welcome." "It's actually later than other times." "Stop it. - If you want to sleep like that, hurry up and sleep." Like this, he jumped up and returned to his place. I lay down in my seat, but the thought of losing money is spinning in my head, and I am endlessly angry. Yes, I didn't sleep a wink and revealed it. As such, Kim Sip-jang only lost money day by day. I couldn't get drunk on a lot of people and later I got some debt. But even that was lost. He even added a few more credit to the coach. Kim Sip-jang kept going in like this day by day after day by day after day. Among them, there was one thing that made me even angrier, which was that Jeong Seo-bang, who had eaten a lot of money, left it for several days and never gamble. I'd rather drink and go around, but gambling doesn't hold me to death. Don't touch gambling as if you've made up your mind. And if you ask me to take some money, I don't take it well with strength. For this reason, Kim Sip-jang's heart is about to die in even more pain. I'm on the verge of losing my temper. In other words, all his money was lost to Jeong Seo-bang. If you eat all the money that other people have, it becomes a tenth of the money that you have in the West. At first, he tried to eat other people's money, but now his raw money has been taken away.

Kim Sip-jang, who had lost money day by day, borrowed money from several people and even lost the money.

Awareness of Reality and Literature - A Korean Booklet and Sleeping Giant was translated in the February issue by Kim Kwang-seop, which was published in a local newspaper called Icansa by American Mrs. Remaplet Cheo, who visited Korea last year after reading Mrs. Fletcher's Korean book. Although there is no specific knowledge of the literary career of the woman majoring in children's literature, Swing's sober judgment, which revealed the unawareness of Korean writers who are turning their backs on reality through her brief travel, had an unusual flash. Although it is only a record in the form of Le Poltage, it is a shame and useful thing of our own that we have to discover our weaknesses even if we ask for other people's eyes. First of all, as the title teaches, Mrs. Nan's thoughts on visiting Korea's nature, historical sites, and front lines were, in a word, Korea's worries. Since she tried to hold on to the emotions of Koreans who were worried more than Korean customs, she rather aimed to discover and feed facts contrary to expectations while risking a busy schedule that "turned from place to place." However, it was not out of the harshness of cutting down the neighboring country, but the one who had to take care of useless lives trapped in the dark could express a special interest in family life and women's status to the swing. For example, the woman presented us with two differences in reality through the two facial expressions, as in the bleaching of pity that the smiling faces of the father and daughter met at a low farmhouse piled up with soil in Gyeongsang-do are remembered more clearly than the above faces of local officials.

Through a brief travelogue, the woman revealed the unawareness of Korean writers.

"Huyu — Woo." As he climbed the mountain behind, Gyeongchun breathed out a light sea. Although it was a mountain that was not very high, my arms and legs were unusually shaky today, so I had no choice but to put my arm down on the side of the mountain ridge and lean on the crab at an angle, drawing a cow's pole and ssamji. Ssamji contained enough yak mugwort mouthwort that was ripped and dried last fall. He pulled out a mugwort that would be one tap with three fingers, placed it on the palm of his hand, missed saliva on the dark finger, clumped the mugwort together, and pressed it firmly into the tap. Dong-ri, which started at the foot of the mountain on the right, was a single piece of houses as round as a tavern, and the fields that spread coolly to the bottom of the mountain across from Dong-ri were green in places. He stopped his hand looking for a match and held a grudge in his left chest all at once, "Huh -- Huh." "There's no place to put a needle in my land," he sighed deeply and lit a cigarette and asked. As the smoky wormwood smoke was sucked into his mouth, he remembered with a fragrant cigarette. He is 32 years old this year, and his wife is 26 years old, but he still has no children. It wasn't that they couldn't produce it, but they all died less than two or three years old even though they had three babies. Although there were only two family members, they had nothing for themselves, so in this rural area, where they only had a livelihood as a farming industry, there was only a place to sell goods and the farming season, so it has been a long time since the rich ate.

He, who is 32 years old this year, has no children and has been like a beggar for a long time, so he often starved.

The railroad robbery (article) The Toby incident at Imseong Station on Jinpo Railroad is a problem that the world is talking about. As such, the world is well aware that consulates, newspaper reporters, representatives of China's foreign and transport ministries are gathering here, investigating the facts, and negotiating with Toby Monster. The reason why I came here was that a person from a country was advertised as having a secret relationship with this case, so a kind of curiosity arose and I arrived here in my personal capacity to find out the truth. I left at 09:00 a.m. today, went into Toby's den, inspected the situation, returned at 10:00 p.m., and wrote a few letters in the car waiting for dinner. After Toby's car theft near Imseong Station, Shandong Dokgun Chung Jung-ok and Transportation Secretary-General Ochullin came to Jangjo to negotiate with Toby boss Son Mi-yo, but Oh insisted on destruction by force, The Shanghai Millard Review Week) is inviting Toby's boss to come to the team leader to arrange a government consultation again. Powell said that there is no other way but to choreograph the situation as it is impossible to easily destroy it.

Consulates and newspaper reporters from each country negotiated with Toby Monster amid the world's uproar over the Toby incident at Imseong Station.

However, it should be noted that this 'individual' is also a kind of generality and universality in a separate sense from 'society'. This is because the general 'individual' or 'subject' is never 'me' and not 'self'. So can 'self' and 'self' be treated as science? No matter how specialized 'individual' was, 'self' did not come out. In this way, the concepts and formulas of science end the pursuit of perception, and morality becomes "self" and finally moves into the realm of literature. This is because with the function of science, the problem of "self" cannot be dealt with without falling into the main principle. The function of handling all activities that move based on the personality, character, hobby, culture, etc. of "self" is the property of literature. When you have what is attached to this "self," in other words, the concept becomes completely subjective and moral and moral become a literary idea only when you reach a position where you can solve all problems as your own personal task. This is the position of literature. However, saying that morality belongs to "self" and "self" or that the truth grasped from a personal angle is literature does not mean that it falls under the events of literature or is punished by personal psychology. Indeed, he will put forward "self" and say that Moral is in a place that do not fall. Bamoral, which has been repeatedly stated, cannot be anywhere without the rational core of scientific concepts. It was more important than anything else for ideological and sociality to become one. Therefore, the fact that an artist is independent, individual, or unique means that he or she has acquired the universality or sociality of this science from a personal angle, and high artistry is also inevitable to say this.

Moral can be said to be in a place that does not fall into private affairs, and it cannot be in a place without a reasonable core, so the renewal of ideology and sociality is important.

After using hundreds of sheets, the body became plump, the face became annular, the thoughts and minds before that disappeared like clouds, and a new spirit rose like spring water, and the roots of the sky and the earth seemed to be visible, and the nature of all kinds of objects shone brightly in front of my eyes. Su-woon thought it was really a previous engagement, and after that, he tested it on ordinary people, that is, there were people who were effective, and there were people who were not effective at all. He couldn't know the reason, so he looked into the cause in detail for a long time, and everyone who was extremely sincere was right, but everyone who wasn't sincere was ineffective. Therefore, he finally learned that the so-called spirituality came from the sincerity and respect of man, and that the soul of man came from obeying the virtues of heaven with correction and respect. Choi Soo-woon was inspired by the sky on April 5th, Gyeongsin, and until September 20th of that year, he was listening to the sky every day as if a mentally ill were looking at the sky, and after that, he was fasting for 11 days to practice his mind, and suddenly his whole body trembled, new mind, and he didn't want to think about it After making a spell in twenty Chinese characters and starting with Shin Yu-nyeon the following year, he entered the school first, and the wife thought Choi Soo-un had something wrong with him, so she was pessimistic about her situation and finally fell into the wind.

Su-woon tried the previous engagement on the general public, but it was ineffective for those who did not use their sincerity.

Wife 1 "So, what happened? "What are you going to do today?" When In-sook, who was sleeping with a brazier in the air conditioner, thought that she would come out and ask like this when she couldn't even catch a fire, his feet stopped standing up. The weather was not cold, so it was hot. Even people were cut off in Jongno-tong, which passed one o'clock. Sometimes a car carrying a gisaeng with two eyes the size of a tray comes out and runs down the street. Only a blue-lit cafe devours passers-by in Seoul on a night when shops are closed. However, Chungnoman Bay had no place to call from Dongdaemun Tong to Jongno. The ladies with their hands hidden in the white apron peeked outThe report is only a wake-up call it a wake-up call. Only a few coins were jingling in his pocket. He starved all day. I went to the xx hall in the morning, got a jidangau from my friend, ate it, and starved. Still, until the evening, I was hungry for heartburn, but now I couldn't even touch whether I was hungry. "I'm being irresponsible! Did I get married?" Chun-no thought hard as he passed in front of Jongmyo Shrine. I came out in the morning and didn't know I had done anything else in the xx episode until now, so I felt sorry when I thought of my wife, who would be waiting with her eyes as if her eyes were flying. It was a job problem that had been dragging on for two months. He didn't mean to fall asleep on his own, but he had to lie almost every day, as P, who arranged the job, delayed it like a stretch to tell him to sleep tomorrow, the day after tomorrow. His wife, who is sick and tired of starving, doesn't know this and that and digs into it whenever he makes money.

As soon as he entered the gate, he thought that In-sook would run out and ask him what happened, and his foot sometimes stops, but a car carrying a gisaeng runs only in Jongno-tong, where there is no one left.

Back to Jongro intersection. Standing in front of the closed incarnation, he hesitated for a moment, and then grabbed the incense to the south and went to the Myeongchijwa. Even if I went up to the second floor through the lower floor, I could not see any empty seats. It's not 110,000 won, so there must be, but it's a gentleman's face-saving silly comment to hang around during the consul, so I hinted back and waited for the program to end. The lights turn on in Mi-gu, and there is a movement in the middle, and he tries to stand up a little. Song Young-ho also saw a middle-aged woman who sat in front of a few rows leaving with the program in her hand. With the program, the seats are empty. Song Young-ho slowly went down there. On my way... As I went, I noticed that a Joseon bride dressed as a new woman sitting next to her was rubbing the parasol she had in front of her, and the rain was just there. I thought about turning back, but the two of them didn't seem to be traveling together, so I approached the side and politely asked, "Who's here?" I glanced around, and unexpectedly, it was just that pretty. At that moment, it was nice to see her as if the distance from the pretty girl was close at once, but it was only a little funny that there was no way to look like that in a hurry. Pretty also recognized Song Young-ho and his eyes sparkled, but he turned his head quickly and stood there. In the meantime, the parasol has already been removed, so I entered Song Young-ho's seat and sat down.

Pretty girl recognized Song Young-ho's polite question and glistened her eyes.

"Come on, come in." Chun-sam recommends Deok-soe, and I also take a spoon. I took a big spoonful of Deoksoe and put it in my mouth. I don't know it's hot, but it just melts in my mouth and goes down my throat without any time to chew. "If you dig your luggage at the station, will you be punished?" Chun-sam asks with a thoughtful gesture. "Hurrah," Deoksoe replied half-heartedly, eating. "Wasn't it possible to farm a horse this year?" "I didn't even make it to Chambong's rice paddy, but I got a grain of rice!" "Huh! Kill someone!" "It's not Sungnyun, but a child who gets two people's rice paddies and has leftovers."…" "So how is Shibang doing?" "I'm starving like a rich dog eating..."…" Deoksoe has already eaten a bowl of rice soup "as if she were eating a rich dog's meal." Sweat flowed from the forehead and nose. But the sheep didn't seem to be half full. Chun-sam quickly calls another bowl and puts it back. Deoksoe pretended to be reluctant and raised the spoon again. Chun-sam, who didn't fill the half, was more considerate and grateful than when he was about to order something here when he didn't eat anything for the first time. "That's the way to go out to the gold store and work!" Chun-sam bites the first bowl and puts a spoon. "I see you every day at dawn, but you have to write it for me!" "That's what hunger is! I woke up with a lot of push, so I ended up with one or two empty seats...…" Deoksoe inhaled the soup in the second bowl of rice soup like the first time and put a spoon was placed. When I first thought about it, I thought I would eat the remaining bowl, but after eating the second bowl, I felt dizzy and my stomach was bulging and felt my belt.

Deoksoe, who was more grateful than Chun-sam, who gave him one more bowl when he couldn't eat anything even though he wasn't full, finished his second bowl of rice soup and put a spoon.

1. Therefore, we intend to strengthen and reorganize ourselves into a camp that is most appropriate for achieving national and broad democratic tasks at this stage while overcoming all inherent disadvantages in this series of bitter experiences. 1. Therefore, everyone should participate in this democratic line except for the minuscule people who want to achieve their anti-national self-ambitious ambitions only by relying on foreign powers, and they must succeed in participating. As Joseon cannot survive and develop its own business without escaping the yoke of foreign economy and foreign marketization, many Japanese officials who were not conscious pro-Japanese should of course participate in our patriotic democratic line, So far, reactionary leaders have warned of the "elimination of pro-Japanese groupn national traitors," which only points to minor elements on the left to gather all such layers in their sphere of influence, as if they were trying to punish past officials and compromising businessmen.

We intend to strengthen and reorganize the camp that is most adapted to achieving a wide range of national and democratic tasks while overcoming inherent unfavorable conditions, and focus on task performance while unifying leading forces.

"Your eyes are intelligent. Did you dream of Hyera again?" Eun-sook looked pale. 'You're welcome!' 'No way!' 'Hmph!' I snorted. Since I came here, I've had no deal with anyone out here. When I go out, there is no one I know, but everyone is not interested in because they are dreaming and seem to be wary of me as if I were a sinner, so there was an unpleasant reason, but more than that, I haven't been able to live here yet, so I can't fuse into the water like oil. Because of that, this woman tells me all the rumors about the outside world that she hasn't done so far. In fact, I heard from Eun-sook that Hanako, who was an angel or a cafe waitress, is coming here today. It was afternoon. I changed my clothes and went outside. A few days after coming here, I got my hair cut by a barber and came out to the big yard. Dr. Yoo, Mr. K, who was good at math, and Mr. Kim of the Wonsan Black Cow Alliance, many people came out to greet new hands. It must be polite to meet them when they need new hands. Hyera, don't laugh. I came to my neighborhood, perhaps because I had a lot of bad luck. For nearly a day or two, Eun-sook begins to be jealous of her age, and the one-act comedy of the love fight that fits her class is repeated every day. Once, Eun-sook came into my room wearing a dragonfly suit and complained all night. When I went out for a walk the next day, which friend's joke was written on the cliff like this.

Since I came here, I have had little business with people outside because I seem to be wary of me as if I were a sinner, and I have not yet got used to living here.

Of course, it would be easier if there was only one daughter-in-law, but there were many young men in the daughter-in-law's family, so they would rarely divorce her. However, Jung-hwan said, "Eggie, stupid person, as if the reason was nonsense. Once you get a divorce, that's all it matters. I don't worry about protesting. Once you're divorced, you can't even come to your house without permission. If you do something wrong, you'll be fed with beans……." He insisted as if he was not worried. "But is that so? It would be a big deal if you confront Choryecheong." Sang-ryul kept on worrying. "Hey, when you divorce, you're a stranger, but when you confront someone else's feast, does the law stay still?" "Well...…." Only then did Sang-ryul nod. "Oh, but it's a problem until divorce, right?" I looked at Jung-hwan again. "No worries. I'll teach you the means. In any case, it's enough if you seduce your daughter-in-law well and make her divorce herself," he taught her a Gyegyo. Sang-ryul seemed plausible after hearing all of that, but it was something he couldn't do as a person. "Hey, can you do that?" Sang-ryul smacked his lips. "Hey, man. In this world, no matter what you do, it's best if you don't get caught in the law." Jung-hwan said as if he were normal. "If you say so, there is one more thing." Sang-ryul decided to go home and think about it again, and took out another thing.

Jung-hwan says that once you get a divorce, you don't have to worry about protesting.

A bowl of cold water acted like a saline injection. He regained consciousness for a moment. Sang-cheol showed off his last courage. I went to Gaecheon and washed my hair and brushed my teeth only two days later. He didn't want to be sweet if he didn't have anything to eat. Rather, he brushed his teeth and left them alone because if his mouth was fresh, he would be more desperate to think about rice. There seemed to be some reason in the hazy ritual. There was a good reason, but his consciousness was unclear and he did not seem to find the good reason. He turned round the room. But there is no way. In the three months since he was fired from the xx rubber factory in a strike against wage cuts, he sold everything he could afford. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I remembered the thought of rice that I had forgotten. Steaming, sticky rice! It's a cod soup that sticks together! The saliva was swallowed without stopping. Yellow bent hotteok the size of a tray! Dirty black honey! Chewy fat gau - the Adam's apple seemed to have sunk. The lips were burnt to the brim. My tongue hurts like I've had a hard job. I feel dizzy again. There is a mask dance of all kinds of food in front of my eyes. Spicy cod soup that sticks to each other! Sliced rice! Hotteok! Jidanggau! Dumplings! You have to buy this, too! 'Hmph!' Sang-chul threw his head out. Thanks to his mental breakdown, the taste of hotteok, which he ate three days ago, floated in his memory like a slice of the sweet "romance" of decades ago.

Sang-cheol, who had not brushed his teeth, regained consciousness with a bowl of cold water and brushed his teeth because his mouth was fresh.