What Do Books for Middle-Aged Men Actually Look Like?

752 网 Online Games Reshape Life Wang DuziSports1.5M WordsOngoing 5.4kReads5.8Score343Shelves

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When you reach middle age, you must learn to choose and judge so that you can live a better life.

754 东 Dongguan: Those Older Sisters Zeng BabbledUrban2.1M WordsOngoing 183.5kReads8.7Score10.5kShelves

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This realistic book [laughs][likes][loves][likes]

756 艺 Those Girls from Art School Yin QianchenUrban1.1M WordsOngoing 10.4kReads5.8Score489Shelves

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A refreshing urban daily novel about cultivating immortals with many female protagonists.

758 隔 Next Door Drama User 26182811Historical2.8M WordsCompleted 8Reads—Score—Shelves

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"The Play Next Door" - Dedicated to all lost and unlost human events --- How long has it been since you heard the heartbeat of an old man? Not the kind captured by a stethoscope in a consulting room. He was talking about an ordinary evening decades ago, when the fire in the stove reflected his mother's face. He suddenly turned his head away and was silent for a while - at that moment, a tremor as thin as a gossamer rose up in his throat. "The Play Next Door" is about people who hear this kind of heartbeat. --- [Grave Keeper]: The grave is the root, and he is the road sign for wanderers to return home. Lao Zhou has guarded the ancestral grave for sixty years. There are seventy-two graves, and he can read out the life of each person buried in each grave with his eyes closed. Which family has an ancestor who is a carpenter, which family has produced scholars, and which family's daughter is married to the other side of the mountain and buried back to her parents' home after her death. Only three words "Zhou's daughter" are engraved on the stele. On Qingming Festival, a wanderer returning from afar couldn't find the location of his ancestral grave, so he walked there with him. After everyone finished burning the paper, he asked, "Would you like to hear who is buried under this?" He took out the frayed notebook from his arms and read out each word. I thought about the whiplash on my great-grandfather's back, I thought about how my great-grandmother took off the silver bracelet she had given as a dowry in exchange for her husband's life, and I thought about how that name that had been crushed into powder by the years was once a person who had lived, loved, and suffered pain. The wanderer knelt in front of the grave, resting his head on the loess, with tears streaming down his face. Later, people in the village moved their graves, and those who settled in the city settled in the city. Lao Zhou's notebook was filled with stories about the seventy-two tombs, but fewer and fewer people came to listen. Someone asked him: Why do you keep these things? He said: "The grave is the root. The gravekeepers are not guarding the dead, but are the road signs for the wanderers to return home." - This article is written to all those who have left their hometown. What you cut is not the kite string, it is your last connection with where you came from. --- [Speaker]: The first word is the foundation of life. Chen Jinyan taught 13,000 babies how to say their first word. She never taught "Dad" or "Mom", only "Thank you" and "Love". Parents came with their children in their arms, stuffed her with money, asked for help, and said all kinds of nice things, just asking her to change her rules. She doesn't change. She said: "The first word is the background of life. Title means asking, and gratitude means giving. If you teach him to ask, he will wait for the world to revolve around him all his life; if you teach him to give, he will know how to hand himself out." Someone left with the child in his arms. Someone stayed. Many years later, those children grew up. Some people became doctors, some became teachers, some sold sweet potatoes on the street, and some gave up their seats to the elderly in the subway. Their parents have long forgotten the awkwardness of "not teaching their parents". They only remember that their children know how to say "thank you" to others since they can speak. The three-year-old boy who took off his shoes to the tenant's children, the six-year-old girl who called her mother and said, "You have to take care of yourself," the ninety-year-old old man who was lying on the hospital bed, confused but still thanking the caregiver - the first line of their lives was painted by an illiterate tailor lying by the window, using the softest voice, one stroke at a time. ——This article is written for all anxious parents. The first word you teach your child is not the pronunciation, but the way he looks at the world. --- [Shroud Tailor Lady]: She lets the people leave wearing their own stories. Su Nianci sewed one thousand, two hundred and thirty-seven shrouds. Every time she makes a piece, she will ask: "What do you love most, miss most, and can't let go of in this life?" After asking, she embroiders it on the lining. It is embroidered in places where no one can see it - the inside of the collar, the hems of the cuffs, the back of the skirt, and the layer close to the chest. Zheng Shenzhi, an old school teacher, taught "The Analects" all his life. He was labeled as a rightist and died on the farm. The lining of his shroud was embroidered with the following words: "It's great to learn and practice it over time. It's a joy to have friends come from far away." - This is a sentence he has taught for forty years. He wore this sentence as if he were wearing his whole life. Lin Fengying, a female silk reeler, was widowed and raised four children. During the most difficult years, she saved her own food rations for her children. Her legs were swollen from hunger. She also took odd jobs in an embroidery factory, and a peony cost three cents. The lining of her shroud was embroidered with a wild peony. The petals were not so regular, and only the tips of the petals bloomed a little crimson. ——She embroidered tens of thousands of flowers. She walked away wearing the flowers she had embroidered, opened the door, and saw spring in her eyes. Su Nianci said: "A person's life is like a book. The cover is given by parents, and the back cover is given by children. What I do is just draw a page for him. Draw it where he can see it." - This article is written to all those who are afraid of death. Death is not about putting on a cookie-cutter shroud, it is about saying goodbye to the world while wearing the story you cherish most in your life. --- [Oral history collector]: Paper burns, but heartbeat does not. Xu Huaiyuan memorized 3,724 oral narratives and wrote them in regular script for 68 years. He remembered the seventh grandfather's story about the whip wounds on his great-grandfather's back - in the second year of Tongzhi's reign, the officers and soldiers beat up the clan leader, and his great-grandmother kowtowed and the blood came out, and she stuffed the dowry silver bracelet into the pocket of the leader. He remembered how San Auntie talked about the day she got married - the red hijab was made by her mother after she took apart her own wedding dress, the sedan was carried by the clan members in turns, and the illiterate man stood on the other side of the bridge, smiling stupidly, with sweaty palms. He remembered his second aunt's story about how she broke her arm while climbing a tree to retrieve magpie eggs when she was seven years old. Her mother carried her on a thirty-mile mountain road to set bones, crying as she walked. It was the last time her mother left the village in her life. These notes were burned during the Anti-Japanese War, and he re-recorded them. It was confiscated during the "Cultural Revolution" and he remembered it again. It had been sunk in a dry well for fifteen years. When it was dug out, the pages were covered with mold. He dried, framed, and re-copied each page. Someone asked him: What is the use of remembering these? He couldn't answer. He just felt that there was light in the eyes of those old people when they said these words. He remembered it all his life, but he just didn't want those lights to go out. ——This article is written for everyone who feels that they are "unimportant". Your heartbeat is remembered, and your story is told. As long as one person remembers you, you are not truly dead. --- These four stories are about four professions that are about to be lost. Gravekeeper, opener, shroud tailor, oral history collector. There is no business in which one can make a fortune. None of them will be included in the "high-paying career rankings." None of them can be printed on the admissions brochure and attract young people to fill in their applications. But these four professions are related to each of us - where we come from and where we are going. It's about the first sound we make when we come to this world, and the last piece of clothing we wear when we leave this world. It's about the names that are about to be forgotten, and the heartbeats that shouldn't be blown away. "The Play Next Door" is not about strange people and strange things, but about people in ordinary alleys who stick to one thing for a lifetime. They don't feel like they're doing something great. Lao Zhou just felt that he had guarded those tombs for decades and was familiar with them. If he didn't go there, they would be deserted. Chen Jinyan just thinks that when white cloth falls into a dyeing vat, the first color is the most interesting. If it is dyed correctly, the color will be correct for life. Su Nianci just felt that when people leave, they should wear their own stories. Xu Huaiyuan just felt that there was light in the eyes of those old people when they said these words to him. They have no grand words, no grand narrative, and no ambition to change the times. They were just doing what they had to do. One year, ten years, sixty years, a lifetime. Then they get old. They're gone. But the few things they left behind - the blank notes on the seventy-two graves, the "thank you" said by thirteen thousand children, the dark patterns on the linings of one thousand two hundred and thirty-seven shrouds, and the three thousand seven hundred and twenty-four oral histories - that little thing is still there. Like the 123-year-old camphor tree at the entrance of the village, it neither bears fruit nor can it serve as a pillar. But when everyone who leaves his hometown looks back and sees it, he knows where to go. ——How long has it been since you heard the heartbeat of an old man? Open "The Play Next Door". There are 3,724 heartbeats here, still beating gently, one by one, between the pages. ——They are waiting for you to listen.

762 洗 Wash Away the Smoke and Peace: Those Events of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms The Sky Is Far Away and the Clouds Are SmilingHistorical302k WordsOngoing 21Reads—Score—Shelves

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What is a middle-aged uncle? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

767 你 Which Face of Mine Do You See? Buddhism and TaoismUrban444k WordsCompleted —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Midlife crisis book

771 流 Wandering Stock God Mr. WandererUrban1.2M WordsOngoing 167Reads—Score—Shelves

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Chapter 22 "Ghost of the Night, King of Speculation" Amu sneaked out of the room. He guessed that Mr. Lin must be asleep! With such a good teacher to guide me and give myself such a good place to live, I won't let myself go hungry from now on! I must not waste any precious second of this time! We can't let him down! He wants him to see his efforts and repay him! Perhaps this is the incomparable desire in human nature to repay the kindness given by drops of water! Amu secretly swore in his heart! In his memory, he imitated how Mr. Lin turned on the computer and opened the two trading software! The twelve monitor screens on the walls of the room lit up instantly! A scene of thousands of horses galloping appeared in front of him! It was really shocking, Amu's palms were so hot that he was sweating slightly! It's better to look at the market like this, as if a general is standing on a high platform and looking at the overall situation! He needs to quickly become familiar with what's on these screens! International futures commodities, domestic futures commodities, and domestic options commodities are all divided into different categories on each big screen! There are also more than a dozen products set up by Mr. Lin, with separate split-screen settings! He saw crude oil options jumping on a monitor screen alone! Almost all domestic commodities are suspended late at night, with only some metals such as nickel, copper and other commodities fluctuating in a small space! In fact, during the day, he secretly paid attention to the crude oil system in the international market. Both Brent and domestic crude oil experienced a long correction and stabilized, and it was a powerful stop-fall lock generated by a huge red energy column! There will definitely be abnormal fluctuations tonight! Or it indicates the possibility of a certain counterattack! Why was this number fluctuating at 3 just now, and now it has quietly climbed to 5. It seems that a hidden force is quietly pushing it! He looked at the display that showed Brent crude oil alone! Brent crude oil is also rising simultaneously! Opportunity, the entry point is now, 5.25 Yuan, buy 20 lots, take a look first! The trial offer of 150,000 yuan was sold instantly! The numbers are still rising and changing, 5.65, 40 Lots were all cut in, and 226,000 were traded almost in the blink of an eye.

774 三 Three Inches of Invulnerability Conquers the World Caribbean Knife BeetleHistorical218k WordsCompleted 2.5kReads5.8Score179Shelves

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Don't rely on me to stay up late, [laughing]

776 大 The Greatest Scourge of the Tang Dynasty The Song Is Not FinishedHistorical2.3M WordsCompleted 37.5kReads8.4Score3kShelves

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The smoke rising everywhere is not a war order, but it is suspected of causing harm to the imperial capital. When the ministers looked at each other angrily, they pointed their swords at the powerful traitors and argued against the innocent. All the civil and military forces in the entire dynasty were just dramas, and they were alone in their madness and enlightenment. [Sending Hearts][Sending Hearts][Laughing][Laughing][Sending Hearts][Sending Hearts] "The First Disaster of the Tang Dynasty" has been completed with 200W+. It is a book written by myself. I think it is okay. I will try to recommend it.

779 开 The Female Stars All Fell into Trouble with Their Words and Deeds at the Beginning. FattyUrban2.3M WordsOngoing 23.3kReads7.5Score1.7kShelves

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Articles about multiple female protagonists in the entertainment industry

783 1 187W Debt Rebirth Young UncleUrban291k WordsCompleted 7Reads—Score—Shelves

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I think in today's society, there should be many middle-aged uncles in this state. Let's take a look at how he turned around!

784 子 Ziwu Taoist Medicine Braised Pork Belly with Fried BeansUrban696k WordsOngoing 1kReads6.8Score119Shelves

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No system, no harem, no brainless pretense, no clever villains, no fantasy cultivating immortals, no bloody misunderstandings. It covers the whole process of treating diseases, rescuing people, solving problems, cracking down on fraud, and preaching the gospel. It is clean and engaging and suitable for long-term reading.

785 睡 I Can Simulate It While Sleeping. I Am the Best Actor of Experience. Happy Lazy AntUrban186k WordsOngoing 13.6kReads5.8Score3kShelves

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You will like this book very much in the future

786 我 I Picked up a Crazy Woman in Hengshui Glacier ArtistHistorical333k WordsCompleted 4Reads—Score—Shelves

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This is good, the protagonist is a middle-aged uncle

787 渣 The Scumbag Starts from the End of the College Entrance Examination Milan KingUrban264k WordsCompleted 560Reads5.9Score—Shelves

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Let the uncle dream back to his youth

788 天 Tianyan Divine City Burning Wild Fields to Sharpen One's MindCultivation445k WordsOngoing 535Reads8.3Score—Shelves

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Chuanxuan is the first choice for old bookworms. It is pure classic fantasy. The title is weak and the content is surprising. The Son of Destiny started at a young age, fought in all directions, and broke the conspiracy of heaven.

789 重 Return to Politics Meowing CatUrban2.3M WordsOngoing 3.9kReads5.8Score189Shelves

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(Rebirth+Official career+Single heroine) An officialdom novel, with a grassroots background, starting in a rural town, no beauty, no harem. After being executed for murder and corruption in his previous life, Ren Zhengxi was reborn before the start of his official career in 1995. He decided to change his past and return to politics. Relying on the memories of previous lives to lay out the development plan for the country, as the position rose, I gained a deeper understanding of being an official...

791 三 Three Kingdoms: Start with Nine People to Survive in the Wilderness Xizhou IslandHistorical691k WordsOngoing 1.5kReads6.9Score103Shelves

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A man will remain a boy until he dies. The more you read these books, the younger you become.

792 东 Once Upon a Time in the Northeast: the Widowed Woman Midnight WoodpeckerModern Romance647k WordsOngoing 78.7kReads8.3Score4.7kShelves

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This is suitable for you

793 我 I Win Life by Dreaming I Love Shrimp Scrambled EggsUrban171k WordsOngoing 2Reads6.8Score—Shelves

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A cool spy-war type story with suspense and imagination

794 重 Back to 10, Starting from the Township Officials Lantern Festival RedUrban808k WordsOngoing 811Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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This one is suitable.

796 都 City: the Beautiful Woman Relies on Me at the Beginning Big Purple SwordUrban1.4M WordsOngoing 102.8kReads7.9Score8.5kShelves

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These urban novels with multiple female protagonists are very interesting.