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Fortunately, Zhao Dazhi got a bicycle as a lucky draw. Not long after, his wife and son got into a car accident. Who and what reasons controlled the fate of their family? Is Zhao Dazhi's future a blessing or a curse? People on both sides of the Huaihe River call children who die young debt collectors. The son of Zhao Dazhi and Huang Yinyue, Zhao Wang, died when he was six years old. Although he was a debt collector, he was just a little debt collector.

Su Ya left the dean's office with satisfaction, while Zong Ping stayed to apologize to the dean. The dean asked, does your wife usually mess around with you like this? Zong Ping said that it is like this when you are angry, but not like this when you are not angry. The dean said, then I advise you to divorce as soon as possible and leave this woman, right? Zong Ping said, if Su Ya knew you were talking to me like this, he would come to your door immediately. The dean asked, who is Su Ya? Zong Ping said, Su Ya is my wife. After that, Su Ya did not divorce Zong Ping again, and passed year after year. I am Zong Ping, but I am not Zong Ping. Su Ya is my wife, but not my wife.

The works selected in this book are all Cao Duoyong's novellas, such as "Landscape on the Suspended Overpass", "Dream of Huaihe River", etc., Which are the essence of his "Dahewan" series of novels. The language of the works is unique and vivid, and the narrative is very charming, describing the vicissitudes and changes that this region has experienced.

"Spring Desire" is a collection of short stories by Cao Duoyong. With its unique and vivid language and charming narrative, the work describes the vicissitudes and bitterness of this region over the years, and also depicts the tenacity and wisdom of survival. It pursues the beauty and romance that have passed away and is about to pass away. It profoundly and powerfully reveals the inner emotions and soul world of people in the land of Dahewan, and unearths and illuminates the most secret, dark, soft and noble parts of human nature. Cao Duoyong's "Dahewan" series of novels has become a unique landscape of novel creation in today's literary world. This book contains many of his representative short stories such as "Happiness Flowers Bloom" and "Spring Desire".

They sometimes talked about it, mostly in comparison with the lives of their neighbors, Harriet and Jim Stone. From the perspective of the Millers, the Stone family's life is more fulfilling and more promising. --Raymond Carver. "Neighbors" A neighbor's couple had a quarrel. With the doors closed and the windows closed, the sound of quarrels came through thinly and dullly, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes tight and sometimes dense. There were children crying and women cursing. The wife asserted that it seemed that the couple was not far away from getting married. I said that quarreling and divorce are two different things. Some couples get divorced even if they don't quarrel even once; some couples quarrel often but still don't get divorced. This kind of couple is called a "ding-dang couple". If they don't jingle or quarrel for a day, their life will not go smoothly. Quarreling is their only way to resolve conflicts in their lives.

Cao Duoyong, born in 1962, works for the Huainan Federation of Literary and Art Circles in Anhui Province. He has published several novels in "People's Literature", "Contemporary", "October", "Chinese Writers" and other magazines, and his works have been selected by "Selected Novels", "Xinhua Digest", "Selected Chinese Literature", "Selected Novels" and "Novel Monthly". The novel "Beautiful Village" (co-authored with others) won the "Five Ones" Project Award of the 10th (2003-2006) Propaganda Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China. The novella "Good Days" won the 2003-2004 Anhui Literature Award. The short stories "Subsidence Area" and "These Days Should Be Calm as Water" won the 4th and 5th National Coal Mine Literature Wujin Awards respectively. He is the author of the novels "Dahewan" and "Looking for Work". In 2004, he graduated from the Third Advanced Seminar for Young and Middle-aged Writers of Lu Xun Institute of Literature. It is a God-given instinct that creates a natural interdependence among the members of the human family, creating in each person a wonderful sense of belonging. If every family member acts according to God's pattern, they can truly appreciate the safety and warmth of the family.

On the afternoon of the 26th of the twelfth lunar month of that year, Li Muxian went back to his hometown of Xilizhuang in the snow. The snow is not falling too heavily, but the snowflakes are not small. They are dancing and dancing, a bit naughty and a bit festive. As the saying goes, auspicious snow heralds a good year. There hasn't been a single snowfall all winter, and if it doesn't snow yet, it seems unreasonable anyway. The coal mine where Li Muchi works is more than 30 miles away from his hometown. Li Muchi usually likes to go back by bicycle. It takes more than an hour, and it can save a lot of trouble. For example, you can only take a bus from the coal mine to the county seat, and you can only walk the remaining five or six miles. If Li Muxian's feet were in good condition, he would be able to walk without much trouble, but his right ankle suffered a work-related injury in a coal mine many years ago, which eventually affected his legs and left him with a limp. Li Muxian only went back to his hometown occasionally, and he didn't want the villagers to see him looking lame.

There are many kinds of disputes between women and men. Xuanyi has not been to their love nest for four consecutive weekends. "They" refers to her and Zhou Jianwei. "Love Nest" refers to Zhou Jianwei's newly renovated house. When the two of them didn't have any disagreements, they usually spent every Friday night in the love nest, having dinner together first, and then spending time together under the full moon. This is a festival for their mouths, and it is also a festival for their bodies. Spending such a warm night together every week, the two of them are eager and cherish it.

When I was young, my wife and I were a quarrelsome couple. If they encounter any trivial and insignificant matter, they will quarrel with each other. Quarrel becomes the only solution to all problems between couples. Three small quarrels a day and one big quarrel every three days were the norm in our family life when my wife and I were young. Husbands and wives quarrel, and the more they quarrel, the more passionate they become, like a pair of roosters with cross-red eyes. They cannot meet each other, and they quarrel whenever they meet. If they don't quarrel, they have nothing to do and nothing to say. People say that family is a place to express love, not a place to reason. When husband and wife quarrel, they don't care about the expression of love. They want to swallow each other up, blame each other, and hurt each other, which becomes the only mode of expression. At that time, my daughter was young and in kindergarten. When we quarrel, we will not take her existence into consideration, let alone harm her.

Xia Tainai is sick. She doesn't rush early or late. It's a busy day when the wheat is falling. When Tianjin enters the end of the fourth lunar month, it becomes hotter every day. Three hot southeasterly winds blew over, and the wheat on the ground became ripe as soon as it "cracked". The wheat stalks faded green and turned yellow from top to bottom, becoming translucent and the originally dense wheat suddenly appeared sparse. The ears of wheat bloomed, bright red like ears of fire, precipitated, and solidified motionless in the wind. At night, when the villagers were sleeping on their beds, the aroma of ripe wheat rushed towards them through broken windows and doors, shaking them in waves, making the villagers sleep uneasy. Working in the field, grinding sickles, repairing plows and harrows... These farm work that had been piled up for half a year suddenly grew a big mouth, shouting "Ouch, Ouch", urging the villagers to work day and night. Nothing can be done carelessly. It can't be pulled down either.

The fourth brother is dead. Died of throat cancer. In October last year, my fourth brother first developed swollen lymph nodes under his right ear, and his speech was unclear. It took him two months to go to the hospital, and he was diagnosed with laryngeal cancer, which had spread at an advanced stage. Cancer cells spread along the lymph to the internal organs. The fourth brother lived in Coal City, and the medical conditions were naturally not as good as those in the provincial capital, so the eldest sister took her son and drove to the provincial capital hospital to bring the fourth brother and his simple daily necessities in a cart. The hospital is not far from my current home. As soon as I settled in here, my wife and I decided to go to the hospital to see him. When something happened, my wife was in a panic and lacked her own opinion. She kept wiping away her tears and said, "This is what we can do." The wife's words have two meanings. Firstly, if you get this bad disease and drag it to this point, you are destined to have bad luck and not live long. Secondly, the fourth brother has been single for so many years. Who will take care of him when he is sick and hospitalized? The fourth brother had a wife in the past, but his wife divorced him; the fourth brother had a daughter in the past, but the daughter no longer had contact with him.

While my wife was scolding my second brother for being unfilial at home, the second brother and his daughter had already taken the train back to Jinhua, Zhejiang. The second brother's family was wandering and working there. The second brother teaches in a school for migrant workers. The second sister-in-law cooks in a factory. The son of the second brother's family first went to junior high school at home, and then went to a technical school there. After graduating from the technical school, he stayed there to work. The daughter of the second brother's family has been studying at home. This year she was admitted to a university in Guangdong and just received the admission notice. My wife said, "Second brother, can you find such a son in the world?" I will be hospitalized for surgery in a few days, but he slapped his butt and waved his hand, leaving me alone and running away. My father had cataracts in his eyes and had to be hospitalized for surgery to remove them.

In the blink of an eye, it has been ten years since the ceramics factory went bankrupt, and ten years since Zhang Genli and Su Ya divorced. In the past ten years, Zhang Genli has been in Shenzhen and Su Ya has been in Sichuan. During this period, they had little contact. In the early days, one of them thought of the other and made a phone call to ask about the situation. Not a couple, but friends. It's just that this pair of friends is becoming stranger and stranger, the time interval between greetings is getting longer and longer, and the number of greetings is getting less and less. Five years after their divorce, Zhang Genli married a woman. That day, Zhang Genli remembered to make a call to Su Ya. Zhang Genli said, I am married. Su Ya said, congratulations and blessings to you.

At five o'clock in the morning, Zheng De got up at the old hour. The first thing that Zhengde did when he got up was to go to the toilet behind the house to relieve himself according to the old rules. When he walked out of the house, he had to cough once, twice, or three times with all his strength. He coughed three times in a row, then stopped suddenly, with one cough not too long and one cough not too much, as accurate as a rooster crows at midnight. The head voice is heavy, the second voice is soft, the third voice is deep, and one voice is suppressed. When it is sent out of the mouth, it can be heard half a village away. Everyone in the neighborhood knows that Zheng De has this problem, and they can understand this problem in Zheng De. Zhengde coughed three times in a row, which woke up the neighbors who needed to get up early to do errands. They would say, get up quickly. Zhengde coughed three times. Zhengde's three coughs are the clock for the neighbors.