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Wu Yusheng picked up a horse. Word spread quickly. Almost running around telling each other. In Xiacun, there are people who pick up cats and dogs, but this is the first time I pick up a horse. People looked at it for a long time and said to Wu Yusheng, it is indeed a good horse, but it is a little too thin. How did it come about? He patted the horse's back and said, "I did it myself." Neighbor Wang Ning came to see Wu Yusheng every day from the first day he found out that Wu Yusheng had picked up the horse. At first, he just repeated and asked the horse's background with an envious tone, but later the tone of his conversation changed. It seems that since this horse has no owner and its origin is unknown, it cannot be owned by Wu Yusheng alone. "This is our first horse in the village!"

At this time, as the night deepened and the air was neither cold nor dry, I walked very quickly listening to the chirping of insects in the forest. "Nothing can stop me, don't even think about it!" I deliberately said this to Zibu in a relaxed manner. He is already lagging behind, and in a little while the distance between us will become wider, just like each running on his own path. Zibu was talking about something in Yi, but I couldn't hear clearly from a distance. Besides, even if you hear it, you may not fully understand it. However, I am sure that he is calling Ma Xiaoyu to wait for him. "It's Ma Xiaoyu again, she's everywhere." I thought of Mr. Bai's attitude towards me. Perhaps he didn't want to talk to me because he knew that Ma Xiaoyu and I were just similar but not the same person. "From now on..." I turned around and wanted to tell him not to mention Ma Xiaoyu again, and that it would be best to speak to me in Chinese, so as to avoid communication trouble. "Don't look for it, he's gone." This familiar voice came from the left. I looked there carefully and saw no one.

Blacksmith Yang stood there without saying a word. I thought he should say something. "Blacksmith Yang, you are mute, aren't you? Why did you beat my hoe like this? I hit a hoe, not a sickle!" The angry guest cursed behind Blacksmith Yang, but Blacksmith Yang seemed unable to hear his voice. "Blacksmith Yang! Even if it is a credit, you can't do this. The credit is temporary, and I will calculate the money to you sooner or later. , What the hell do you mean by doing this!" The man took a few steps forward and continued to scold Blacksmith Yang. He finally got angry after enduring it for a long time, and shouted: "I have no food to eat! How long are you going to take credit for?" I stood on the pile of rocks outside the cave, and Blacksmith Yang's roar almost knocked me off the pile of rocks. I was not going to stop the fight between Blacksmith Yang and the guest. I was only ten years old.

"Sheep Horn Whistle" comes from Awei Muyiluo, a Yi writer from Daliang Mountain. The six short stories and short stories included in this book are soaked in strange heterogeneity and are closely related to the author Awei's special life experience and national cultural background. Aweimu Yiluo uses her unclassifiable and intuitive writing to show the inescapable dilemma of human beings in the boundary between life and death. In the parallel narratives from multiple perspectives, the hardships and deficiencies of daily life are gradually revealed, like broken stones floating up from the river. The characters in the story wander between the realms of yin and yang, living toward death and dying toward life. On the road of destiny, the undead still cannot get rid of their own shadows, which are desolate pain, chaotic love, and indisputable right and wrong.

Zhang Guozi is dead. The wind blew in his white hair. He sits calmly on the stone slab like a ripe fruit. The sheep didn't notice anything strange and continued to eat grass. Zhang Guozi is indeed dead. But he felt like he wasn't dead. He stood up from the stone slab. The air was neither cold nor hot, and the grass under his feet was extremely fresh. When he looked up, sheep all over the mountains and fields appeared in his sight. He stamped his feet, lowered his head and looked at the grass again. He felt that it was spring grass, and there were some red petals standing on the tips of the flowering grass. The dew on the grass blades told him that it was a spring morning.

The fantasy work of Aweimu Yiluo, a female writer from the Yi ethnic group in Southwest China, is an indelible mark of growth for a generation of wandering Chinese. "Out of the Mountain" is a collection of short stories by Aweimu Yiluo, a Yi female writer who works and lives in Dongguan. The works are all set in remote minority villages in southwest my country. They describe strange and fantastic survival stories, close and tense relationships between villagers, and the unique humorous spirit of border people. The narrative of the novel is lively and lively, and it also uses slang and common sayings. The text is simple and smart.

This book consists of five short and medium-length stories, namely "The Man in the Book", "Great Luck from Heaven", "Arrival", "The Native Man" and "The Fish on the Shore". The first two articles use wild imagination to construct a wonderful world of different dimensions. The last three articles use real life as the theme, telling the confusion and struggle of the working people at the bottom. This book is full of magical realism style, which is both divorced from reality and concerned with reality. It expresses the author's thinking and attitude towards writing and the meaning of life.

This book is a collection of novellas by Aweimu Yiluo. It contains the author's latest novels in the past two years, including "Ant-Man", "The Man Who Cannot Fall to Death", and "Son of Man", etc., All of which have been published in literary journals such as "People's Literature", "Zhongshan", and "Selected Novels". The chapters selected in this book, such as "Ant-Man", mostly tell the lives and dreams of little people and depict their struggles. They may be busy with life all day long, or they may be forced to seek relief from pressure, but in the end they do not give up their dreams and feel the small blessings in life. The novel is infiltrated with the author's own life experience and has a unique personal style. It still retains the blue sky and white clouds of his hometown in the tense urban life.

This is the life monologue of a woman born in Daliang Mountain, about growth, suffering, departure and return, about love and resentment, joy and sorrow. Walking in the absurd reality full of gravel and thorns, Aweimu Yiluo was able to gain insight into the absurd nature of life. In a seemingly hopeless predicament, she used a humor that transcended reality to shine the light of life in the depths of the years for herself and all sentient beings.

"The Moon on the Eaves" contains 32 essays by Aweimu Yiluo, a minority author, such as "The Moon on the Eaves (Seven Chapters)", "Brother Xiao Ma and His Woman", "Zhongzu (Three Chapters)", "Blue Hat", etc. These essays are mainly realistic about life, with Aweimu Yiluo's life in Zhejiang, Liangshan, Dongguan and other places as the background. They describe short stories between the author and his relatives, friends and other strangers he met while working in the city. The author's characterization of the characters is vivid and vivid, depicting the joys and sorrows of the small figures. For example, "The Moon on the Eaves" describes the trivial life matters and subtle and complex interpersonal relationships between mother, father, aunt, uncle, etc. From a child's perspective. The language is lively and humorous, and it vividly shows the close relationship between relatives and neighbors of ethnic minorities.