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The book includes Bao Zhuo's representative short stories and short stories "Silence", "Mammoth" and "Tale of Two Snakes". Bao Zhuo's novels are very unique. The characters in his novels have complex experiences and ups and downs, which are very real. The author pays attention to the fate of the people at the bottom, the people in the mountain villages, and the unwillingness and hard struggle of the little people, showing clear humanistic care.

The sport of long-distance running that Xiao Wu had practiced for ten years saved his life at a critical moment. When the watermelon knife struck with the sound of wind, he subconsciously tilted his head. He was lucky to have saved his head when the second knife fell on his shoulder. He touched it with his hand and saw that the blood was black under the dim street light. Xiao Wu turned around and ran away, and the frightened passers-by all moved out of the way. He was like a stone thrown into the water, water splashed everywhere, the wind whistled in his ears, and the footsteps behind him were out of rhythm. Xiao Wu ran through three streets and finally got rid of the hawker chasing him with a knife. He was like a dog in summer, with his mouth open and his tongue hanging out, and he lay tiredly on the side of the road. There was a sharp pain in his shoulder. What he thought was sweat before was actually full of blood. Xiao Wu took off his clothes and tied the wound. The cell phone in his pocket rang: "Get back here right away," Captain Liu roared on the phone.

"Sisyphus on the Roadside" is a collection of short stories and short stories by Yunnan writer Bao Zhuo. It includes six latest works, including "The Scattering of Birds and Beasts", "Old as a Youth", "Guanyin Meeting", "Lion Rock", "Sisyphus on the Roadside" and "Folk Prescriptions". Among them, "Sisyphus on the Roadside" tells the story of various adventures experienced by "I", a young car repairman beside the highway. Behind all the disorderly things, there seems to be a vast, mysterious but inescapable cage. The so-called "Sisyphus on the roadside" is because "I" and Sisyphus are both punished people. The difference is that Sisyphus pushed a stone and "I" pushed a scrap tire, which expresses the absurdity and inescapability of fate.

Last night, I was spinning in circles and trampled a piece of grass on the ground to death. I glanced at the sky, and the woods turned me into a frog in a well. The blue sky above my head is pitifully small. I reached out and touched the cigarette and lighter. I moved my leg inadvertently and it hurt. My calves are swollen. The gun is still there. The money is still there. I still have the chain saw, a Stihl brand. I don't know where I am. I laughed, hahaha. I'm sure no one will hear the laugh. Negotiation? Warn? To hell with everyone. Hahaha. What on earth were you chasing last night? Maybe it's nothing, just a psychological effect. I'm fighting something that doesn't exist. I put the gun in my waist, picked up the chainsaw, and continued walking with a limp. I can remember the general direction and should be able to find a way out. Goodbye, Monkey Mountain.