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Although the new generation of migrant workers still bears the "brand" of migrant workers, they are no longer migrant workers in the traditional sense. They are eager to enter and integrate into urban society. They are everywhere in modern urban civilization and life, but the city is obviously not fully ready to accept them.

Harbin is a young city, still less than a century old today. Compared with many cities across the country, Harbin is still a young one. The state of this young city makes Harbin people feel that the city they live in is too young and too immature. I think Harbin people have shortcomings, but their shortcomings are similar to those of people all over the country. Naturally, they also have the characteristics of Harbin people, that is, they are too extensive, too optimistic, too confident, and too contented to live and work. --A Cheng's "Harbin People" This book is a collection of prose essays about Harbin written by the famous writer A Cheng. It traces the bustling old memories of this city, depicts all kinds of Harbin people, and presents Harbin's four-season delicacies and popular culture. It is simple, humorous, and approachable. Occasionally, with the sharpness of a novelist, the city's secrets are revealed in trivial or even joking ways, showing the writer's valuable tolerance and understanding. It is a true picture of Harbin's style.

A historical bridge connects the past and present, connects the legend of leaders and the changes of the city, and also connects the imprint of some prostitutes' life transformation. The writer Ah Cheng is good at depicting characters in both reality and fiction, realness and fantasy, tracing history, and constructing a different kind of novel art. It is a fresh, unique and thought-provoking novel. 8.12 Square meters I heard that Jihong Bridge is going to be demolished, which is a pity. It feels like the old house in my hometown is about to be demolished. Very helpless and very light. Jihong Bridge is a bridge with purely European architectural style. I clearly remember it was built in 1926. Like the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco in the United States and the Sydney Bridge in Australia, it is a bridge that generations of Harbin citizens are proud of.

Zhou Yawen, who comes from a family of pottery artists, has longed for the blue and mystery of the sea since she was a child. Qingdao's modern urban civilization and unique coastal customs deeply attracted her, making her resolutely choose this coastal city where Chinese and Western cultures blend. As graduation approaches, Yawen thinks she and her boyfriend Xing Liang will stay in Qingdao and work hard together, looking forward to the sweetness of future love and career. Unexpectedly, Xing Liang's selfish and casual personality made Yawen suffer an emotional blow. Inadvertently, Yawen met Chen Haibin, who loved painting, and some inexplicable and ridiculous stories happened one after another.

"Everything in the world is bustling for profit; everything in the world is bustling for profit." Contemporary people come and go in a hurry, are busy, travel all the way up to heaven and earth, and run north and south, all for the kind of life they want. Did they all get it? Departing from the island where I live is 5:30 in the morning. The plane takes off from Phoenix Airport on the island at 6:50, and it takes 30 minutes to get to the airport from my residence - this is my estimate. I booked a taxi the night before. That is, I had everything planned out in advance. I am such a person, and I still have the habit of drinking soy milk in the morning.

This trip to South Korea is really a bit urgent. Because I went to Guiyang before going to South Korea, I stayed in Qiongjiang, Guizhou for almost ten days with friends from CCTV and several writer friends. From Guiyang to Qiongjiang (including meal time), you have to walk on the winding mountain road for at least 9 hours. After you are completely dizzy, you can then take a nearly three-hour flight to Hanerbin. After arriving in Harbin, I only rested for one day and went straight to South Korea the next day. An ordinary person who makes himself so busy and tired for no reason is really a laughing stock of the moisturists. However, this is how a life is arranged by fate. What can you do? Sometimes life is like a tutor. It not only allows you to experience unnecessary hardships, but also teaches you how to obey and compromise.

This winter, Harbin was surprisingly warm. I heard from the old Harbin people who had not yet entered their graves at that time that this kind of weather had happened once in Harbin in the past, but that happened when they were young boys. At that time, they had just arrived in Harbin. At that time, Harbin was still a barren swamp. There are only a few families there, and they are all exiled foreigners and mixed-race people. The roads are impassable, there are swamps everywhere, and people can only walk on wooden trestles. Soon, there were beautiful bungalows, Odessa restaurants, churches, prisons, schools for immigrants, flower shops, butcher shops, coffin shops, immigrant cemeteries, and many ordinary yet unique stories.

In the city of Harbin, if you want to eat old-style wontons, you can only go to Daowai District. Daowai District still stubbornly maintains several small restaurants with local flavor. To be honest, although I have lived in this city for almost half a century, I rarely go outside the road. It was just that during the passionate love period with my first girlfriend, I went to Taoist temples almost every day. My girlfriend's home is on the 27th street outside Daowai. Back then, young lovers were short of money and liked wontons, so they had no choice but to go to a small restaurant like this. Those who eat wontons at "Aunt Jiang's" restaurant are naturally small people, such as workers, clerks, students, etc. The wontons here are very pure, with thin skin, tender fillings, not too big or too small, and are served with a refreshing clear soup, and are made with diced mushrooms, scallops, seaweed, dried shrimps, sea spinach, lean pork shreds, green onions and coriander, and a drizzle of sesame oil, which makes them delicious.

I suddenly felt that there were thousands of mountains and rivers separating me from Schumann: one was a capable person, and the other was a poor person. There was such a huge gap between them. It must be awkward for us to meet now. Life and death are a matter of an instant. We are still brothers from the end of the world. Everything must be stored in memory. Let us meet again and again in our boyhood. The next morning I took my leave. Daya sent me to the street corner. The ground is covered with golden fallen leaves, and there is a misty autumn rain, which is very emotional.