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"Shangri-La No. 118" Contains 13 short and medium-sized stories by Chang Jun, including "Shangri-La No. 118", "Lu Yifan's Keywords and Others", "Liu Guanjun's Forty Years", "Private Movies", "Smoky Makeup", "Moss in the Corridor", etc. The author pays attention to society, reality, and people's livelihood, and appropriately tailors everything about ordinary people. This not only maintains the natural nature of civilian stories, but also ensures the natural authenticity of the characters' language and behavior, rationality and desire, reality and yearning, making it extraordinarily real. The language of the novels written by the author Chang Jun has a distinct personality. Regardless of the description and narrative, it has the delicate and feminine beauty unique to female writers without losing the smooth and transparent style.

My name is Zhang Wei. I don't know how many people in the country have this name. When I was in elementary school, I had the idea of ​​changing this popular name. Before I could express my idea clearly to my father when I got home, I was scolded by my grumpy father: "You little brat, you just went to school for two and a half days and your fetal hair has not faded yet, and you are thinking of something wrong!" This name was given to you by your grandfather and cannot be changed! My father is a filial son. He thinks that changing the name given by the elders privately is disrespectful and treasonous. So I can only continue to carry on the name given to me by my grandfather. However, as I grow older, I gradually realize that in fact, the name is just a symbol that distinguishes one from others. It may promote a person's development, but the effect is not very big. One's own efforts are the most critical.

Please forgive me if the author is a newbie, thank you. This is a story about the protagonist traveling through various regions with Xiaozhi after traveling through time.

The mother and daughter were like a thread. As the two figures, one big and one small, disappeared, the jealousy towards Teacher Qiu in Dechang's heart was also drained away. In fact, Dechang was not jealous of Teacher Qiu at first, but envious. The reason for this is not to envy the ink in Teacher Qiu's belly. When Mr. Qiu was young, he worked as a private teacher in a village primary school for several years. Later, he was sent back home to farm. Although they were evicted, the villagers in Zhuanshan Yingzi still continued the previous title and called Teacher Qiu somewhat respectfully. Dechang didn't say anything, but in his heart he thought it was useless to have so much ink in his stomach. All year round, spring planting and autumn harvest depended on his hands and sweat, so what was the use of having so much ink? You hold up your painting clip and draw a green picture on the crop field. Will the seedlings in your field become green?