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This is a difficult book to define. From an entertainment point of view, it can be regarded as a romance novel. The love story of each couple is exciting and heart-wrenching, with an unexpected and helpless ending. From a historical point of view, it can be called a history of women's struggle. Three generations of women in this family fight against history and reality. Sometimes they lose and sometimes they win. The vicissitudes of history reflect It has become a foil for women; from a sociological perspective, this is a story of migration. The reason for migration of all races is simply to find opportunities to realize their own value. This is the awakening of human self-worth; from a cultural perspective, this is a book of searching, searching for home, belonging, and comfort. The book seems a bit difficult to understand, but the truth is concise and clear. In a nutshell: We are searching hard just to settle our skin and soul.

"Labor Pains" describes three generations of mothers with different identities and circumstances from 1942 to 2008, who experienced the same iron-clad fate. It reflects and summarizes the changes in history, the dangerous storms of the world, the impermanence and helplessness of life, and the perseverance of motherhood that can penetrate all suffering and embarrassment.

In 2009, a woman covered in famous brands but out of tune with her environment was walking awkwardly along the banks of the Seine. She would face a strange woman in this strange country and embark on the same journey she took hand in hand with her mother when she was a child. Fate miraculously caused the women in this family to experience the same experience, and together they asked why there was betrayal in the marriage of nearly thirty years. Faced with sudden changes in life, will they choose to endure or explode? Ten objects show the real life of society and family in the context of the era, and ten memories connect the love-hate entanglements of three generations throughout their lives; the subtleties of human nature, the suffering of life, and the changes of the times are all constructed in Zhang Ling's writing, revealing his fragility and tenderness.

"The Ruins Were Glorious" is the first collection of prose works by the famous novelist Zhang Ling. It is a collection of his prose creations over more than 20 years. It is divided into three volumes. The first volume, "Snow and Mud Claws," is a record of the author's experiences during his travels to Chengdu, Cuba and other places; the second volume, "Morning Blossoms Picked Up at Dusk," is the author's recollections of his childhood, growth, hometown, relatives and friends; and the third volume, "Books and Words," mainly includes the author's book reviews and talks about the creation of his masterpieces. Zhang Ling was born in the coastal city of Wenzhou and lived by the Oujiang River in her childhood. Later, she left her hometown to go to university in Shanghai, and then left China and drifted to the other side of the ocean, gaining a new understanding of the similarities and differences between Chinese and Western cultures... Although she was getting farther and farther away from her hometown, she wrote about her hometown in a foreign land, and there was a strong Jiangnan style in every line.

Not long after his daughter Lingling was admitted to the University of Toronto's business school, Yue Ming formally filed for divorce from Mo Yan - that day was only one and a half months away from their twentieth wedding anniversary. In fact, for a long time before that, Yue Ming had stopped going to Mo Yan's bed. Mo Yan knew that Yue Ming was counting two dates with his fingers, one was the date when the two lived apart under the same roof for two years, and the other was the date when his daughter Lingling left home to go to college. As the two dates came closer and closer to them, she felt that his excitement was like the February soil. Although the surface was still covered with thin ice, there was already thousands of spring feelings underneath. She guessed his prison-breaking expectation from his flickering eyes. During those days when he was waiting, her eyes often pounced on him unexpectedly like a hunter.

Stories in the fleeting years, stories in the small town, accompanied by the water of Oujiang River, day and night. You seem to have seen it all, but you seem to have seen nothing. "The Story of Time" is about poverty and fear, but also about illusion and truth, desire and morality, persistence and compromise, pursuit and disillusionment. What is lacking in this novel with many clues is love - the kind of pure love that we long for when we are eighteen. Every man and woman they meet in the book has their own ulterior motives.

The famous Chinese female writer Zhang Ling's novella collection "Everyone Stands Up in Different Ways" includes the new work "Dead" and three other important masterpieces that have won multiple literary awards, "The Darkest Night in Life", "Aftershock" and "Goose Crossing the Algae Creek". Zhang Ling gained social attention when her work was adapted into the movie "Tangshan Earthquake" and is known as the contemporary "Zhang Ailing"; her works are exquisitely conceived, majestic, delicate and broad-minded. "Dead" is Zhang Ling's new novella, which tells the story of the game of power between a tea company, a traffic brigade, a hospital, etc. Caused by a car accident. Under the entanglement of family affection, love, social responsibility and interests, at the critical moment of life and death, human nature and society are peeled off layer by layer...

"No. 3, Dingxiang Street, Murong's family, private seal!" The postman shouted at the top of his lungs, halfway on his motorcycle, toward the courtyard door. At this time, the sun had just risen, but the people doing Tai Chi, walking birds, and drinking soy milk and eating glutinous rice and fried dough sticks were all gone. Those who should go to work have already left on their bicycles. Those who didn't have a good job were busy washing rice and washing vegetables under the tap at home, preparing lunch and dinner. A busy alley suddenly became deserted. The grandma of the Ding family ran out of the house in a hurry. Now the postman is getting more and more impatient. He called twice but no one answered, so he ran away as if he had put on a hot wheel. The registered letter sent by An An that day was just because the delivery was a little slow, so I had to wait for a week to get it.