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I looked outside the window and saw that the gastrodia was bright. I quickly got up and ran towards the kitchen without washing my face. Saihu immediately stood up from the eaves, circled around me three times, twisted his waist, waggled his tail, and tried his best to make me flirty. I patted its head, squatted down, and put my face against its face. A kind of plush warmth spread to my face, which was very warm. Saihu and I made out for a while and said: I'll go to the kitchen to get you some food. You'll be full. I want to make my face look better today! I ran to the kitchen, picked up the two steamed buns and three medium-sized red sweet potatoes left over from the night before. I left one steamed bun for myself and fed the rest to Sai Hu.

In the early 1970s, a surveying and mapping team of the People's Liberation Army entered the uninhabited land of Hoh Xil to perform surveying and mapping missions. There, there was a sad, sad and little-known story about wild animals, nature, and the good and evil in human nature.

Du Guanghui is currently the director of the Institute of Contemporary Literary Creation and professor of the Chinese Department of Qiongzhou University. He has published 4 novels "Western Car Gang", "Fairway", "Surging Paste" and "The Hoh Xil Wolf", 41 novellas, 34 short stories, 3 TV scripts, as well as prose, essays, and reviews, totaling about 6 million words. He has won 23 literary creation awards including the 2000-2001 "Excellent Novella Award", "Shanghai Outstanding Novella Award", "National First Excellent Environmental Literature Award", "Liaoning Provincial Journal Outstanding Work Award", "National Railway Literature Award", "Hainan Biennial Literature Award", etc. From 2000 to 2001. The novella "Chen Pi Li Qi" was selected into the 2008 Chinese Novel Ranking List. 20 Works have been reprinted by "Xinhua Digest", "Selected Novellas", "Novel Monthly", "Selected Reportage", "Xinhua Monthly", "Beijing Literature Novella Monthly" and other publications. There are seven or eight lanes on the Xining cargo terminal, each lane has a platform, and the platform also has a warehouse. There are goods being unloaded from trains and cars being loaded and unloaded. Pop songs were sung from the loudspeakers, impatient drivers were honking their horns, passing trucks stirred up dust, and everyone looked disgraced.

Crazy gold rush! The struggle of little people! A group of demobilized soldiers, college students, and small traders traveled to Hainan and experienced poverty, humiliation, confusion, confusion, traps, and deception, and almost died under coconut trees; at the same time, they enjoyed love, friendship, sincerity, assistance, opportunities, and success. They are looking for their own spiritual habitat in the desolate wilderness, tenaciously fighting against the hard reality, flying the banner of truth, goodness and beauty...

Zhang Hongwen, who was sitting in the corner of the conference room, felt his stomach was tight, so he stood up without thinking and walked out. At this age, my thinking is mature and I don't speak easily. The prostate is causing trouble. He doesn't speak in conferences or small meetings. The prostate speaks (inflammation) and he doesn't dare to take it lightly. Walk to the WC door, look up and read the sign. You can't go wrong here, otherwise there will be a big scandal. There are cameras everywhere, and everyone can take videos and post online. Even the big names back then were not as powerful as the Internet today. Just post the video on the Internet, and hundreds of thousands and millions of people will follow it, post comments, and even search for human flesh, calling the professor a beast, and we will never stop fighting until your reputation is ruined.

In the early morning, writer Du Hongbo and his wife Liu Siqi were sitting under the eaves of the restaurant as usual. Between the sky and the earth is a hazy drizzle, which is like a dream. The drizzle carries a touch of melancholy. People with umbrellas and those without umbrellas hurriedly walk through the melancholy. The summer in Wuzhishan is full of refreshing coolness, and the air is very clean. The rain washes the air, which is already very clean, and relieves the little heat. Du Hongbo and his wife feel cool both mentally and physically, filled with tranquility and leisure. The phone buzzed for a while. Du Hongbo picked up the phone, opened the cover and pressed the message receiving button. After looking at it, he smiled lightly and said to Liu Siqi that the phone was farting again. He handed the phone to his wife. He refers to pornographic jokes sent from his cell phone as cell phone farts.

A group of college students in their prime were sent to a farm on the Yellow River Beach with a confused future. In winter nights, farmers and workers led ferocious dogs and wolves to fight fiercely to protect college students; in the suffering, they sympathized with each other and formed unrelated families to soothe each other's hearts; in the earthen house, there was the mellow aroma of stewed yak hooves, and the singing of Qinqiang college students of farmers and workers; on the Yellow River, the living Buddha who was ferrying sheepskin rafts was rescued. Brick-tea lamb legs that go to the farm for relief; in the wilderness, you can see the spectacle of dogs chasing away rabbits and weak rabbits kicking eagles; during the autumn floods, the tragic scene of farm boys jumping into the rapids to save college students; in the drizzle, the friendship of a dog who has been on hunger strike for many days crawls into the Yellow River to follow his owner; in the middle of winter, a she-wolf who almost died of starvation gives a hare to her savior...