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In May 2016, Mr. Yang Jiang passed away. This "most virtuous wife and most talented daughter" finally left the desk where she was still working hard at the end, and went to the small reunion that she had been looking forward to long ago, not in this world. Famous writer, translator, foreign literature researcher... Yang Jiang has made many achievements in her life, but she has gently put down many identities, only picking up the most cherished one - "I am Yang Jiang in Qian Zhongshu's life." At a time when new women are proud of their independence, such a generous self-recognition is self-clarification, self-will, and self-confidence. She gave Yang Jiang's answer on how to live up to one's talents and independence without losing independence. We have picked up those softly glowing fragments from Mr. Qian Zhongshu's prose, and will relive with you the life that Qian Zhongshu and his wife once walked together, as well as each other in their lives.

Time: 9:00 on November 27, 2016, Location: Nanshan Expert Building, Suiyuan Campus, Nanjing Normal University, Moderator: Yang Hongcheng (Professor of Nanjing Normal University) Zhu Yanling (Editor-in-chief of "Flower City" magazine): Thank you all for coming here today. First of all, thank you to Nanjing Normal University for providing us with such a venue. It is very warm here. In this very compact small conference room, we are going to have a professional seminar. I would also like to thank my alma mater, Nanjing University, for its support. I would also like to express my special thanks to Teacher He Ping. Without him, this conference would not have been possible. He Ping also helped me plan the conference in Beijing. The reason why it was opened in Beijing first is because in 1993 Huacheng Publishing House published a series of avant-garde novels, including Beicun and Lu Xin.

Five years ago, the process for most Chinese people to buy a piece of clothing was still like this: first, they had to put on their coat, pick up their bag, lock the door, take various means of transportation, endure the ubiquitous traffic jams, arrive at a shopping mall, use their feet to measure every inch of the land, browse the brands and store names, and when you finally decided to enter a certain store, you might have been slightly tired. But you can't rest, because swarms of salespeople will swarm you in an instant, and you try on one piece of clothing after another until you're dizzy and exhausted, and finally you point to one item and say, OK, OK, that's it. On the way home, you wonder whether the heavy pile of gadgets in your hand is the saleswoman's wish or your own. Usually, this process takes at least 3-4 hours, or half a day. Today, how long does it take from picking up a smartphone to completing a sale? 9 Seconds.

Slender face seems to have a strong sense of justice. Even if it was an afterthought to correct the news that had nothing to do with him, he would express his resentment by saying a few words of indignation on behalf of the wronged party. If he encounters any injustice in his life, he will dwell on it for a long time until the problem is solved, or he will dwell on it until the problem is solved, and he will talk about it every now and then, like an ulcer that will never heal. As long as he doesn't drink, Xian Lian'er is definitely a normal person. It's just that his eyes are a little wandering and gray, and he often stares at the same thing in a daze. For an impatient person, this is somewhat a sign of a split personality. His abnormalities are basically caused by drinking. Xian Lian'er doesn't drink much. Even if he likes to drink, he only drinks two or three taels.

It was his wedding, held in a middle-to-low-end hotel. There were not many banquets, and the appearance of the bride was unclear. Because the table I was sitting at was the most remote table in the entire hall. It was not full. There were only six people, three couples, at the eight-person square table. It's very cold outside, the ground is already white, and the snow is still lingering on the ground. Right next to the table is a large floor-to-ceiling glass window. Because the sealing is not tight, there is always a razor-edged cold wind coming in silently and patrolling, as if it wants to steal something from the warmth and spring in the hall, making the sensitive people here always feel that something is wrong, but they cannot say it out, with such a kind of irritability, vigilance, and helplessness.

The last Chinese to go to Spain to fight in the war was Yang Chunrong. It was already March 14, 1938 when he arrived in Spain. Under the "non-interventionism" of Western countries, the Spanish Republic could not buy arms supplies. It retreated from the inland war all the way to the east coast, fighting with its back to the Mediterranean. It was in urgent need of new blood. Yang Chunrong's arrival was just in time. The International Column immediately assigned him to the 1st Company of the 4th Battalion of the 14th Brigade as an infantryman. At that time, Yang Chunrong was no longer a young man, but a 46-year-old middle-aged man. Before 1938, when people of his age joined the International Brigades, they were usually not assigned as infantrymen, but as ambulance personnel. Just like Zhang Ruishu and Liu Jingtian, who were about the same age as him, after they arrived in Spain from Paris in 1936, they wanted to join the machine gun team, but because they were older, they were not allowed to do so. In the end, they were sent to the health team as stretcher bearers.

He was an adopted abandoned child, whose adoptive parents were just humble blue-collar workers; he and his friend Woz founded Apple, and after a lot of hard work, they achieved great success, but were kicked out of the company they founded; then he founded two companies, NeXT and Pixar; 13 years later, he returned to "Apple" with the momentum of the return of the king, producing Ipod, Ipad, and Iphone. At the peak of his career, he not only resigned as CEO of Apple, but also bid farewell to the world he set out to change... He made technology an art and a myth! He is not a perfect person, but he is a charismatic person. He is Steve Jobs, a legend that is hard to surpass.

Lin Ye had a fight three days before he was discharged from the army. That day, several comrades finished drinking and left the small hotel. One comrade said: "Look at how strong that guy is!" A middle-aged man collecting rags pulled a cart, and the things on it were piled so high that they almost touched the low-hanging wires in the sky. I don't know what he was pulling on the car, which flattened the tires. The belt on the car cut deeply into the middle-aged man's shoulders, and the biceps on his arms bulged high.

The word "Jade Broken" comes from the "Book of Northern Qi", and the original text is "A man would rather be a broken jade than a piece of brick." Our country has a proverb "Shattered Jade in Kungang", which also uses "Shattered Jade" as a symbol of perseverance. However, after the beginning of the Pacific War, this term was misinterpreted and borrowed by the Japanese army to beautify the battle in which the entire Japanese army refused to surrender and was annihilated by the Allied forces. There are a total of 15 "Jade Broken Wars" officially recognized by Japan. Usually the upper echelons of the Japanese army, knowing that the war situation was irreversible, still relied on Hideki Tojo's so-called "Battle Training" and "Bushido" ideas, and when it was possible to save their lives by surrendering or retreating, they kidnapped lower-level officers and soldiers and resisted until they were all wiped out. The Japanese army would often require their troops to "break their weapons" in the form of orders before and during combat. Japanese military law even directly prohibited commanders from leading their troops to lay down their weapons in the event of defeat, otherwise they would be punished as "dereliction of duty."

I have long heard that there is a famous temple in a place called Pingxi Village on the outskirts of Suining County, but I have never visited it. Zuifeng Temple, a Buddhist holy place, is in the world, but it is transcendent. Whether you come or not, its spiritual energy will neither grow nor die; whether you believe it or not, its compassion will neither increase nor decrease. It is fortunate to enjoy the prosperous age, and is destined to be anything but ordinary. It is like a beauty raised in a boudoir. It is born with beauty and cannot give up on itself. It is like a fine wine brewed in a deep alley. Although it does not boast of itself, its fragrance spreads. Because of its beauty, it will definitely become people's leisure resort; because of its purity, it will definitely become people's spiritual harbor. This place is not only a paradise on earth, it is also a Buddhist country and a paradise, like a thousand-leaf lotus, with layers of flowers blooming outside the stamen!

A young stowaway worked hard to create his own world in Shenzhen in the early days. His history of making a fortune is full of strength, courage and wisdom. This is a small microcosm of China's economic development in the early days of reform and opening up, and the best example of the "Chinese Dream". How did this stowaway make his fortune? Li Ruifeng came to Shenzhen to sneak into Shenzhen. At that time, the most obvious sign of the reform and opening up was to allow overseas Chinese to return to their hometowns to visit relatives. A distant relative of his mother came back from Singapore and tied the gold necklaces into knots and assembled them into a thick and large super necklace. When he saw the relatives, he immediately took off one section and restored it to a small necklace. He put it on the relative's neck. This incident had a great impact on Li Ruifeng because when his sister Li Ruixue got married, the most expensive gift from his brother-in-law's family was a gold necklace.

It's not even time to get off work yet, because of the continuous autumn rain, it feels like it's almost dusk. Xu Zhihong, the deputy editor-in-chief on duty at Xichuan Daily, was busy at his desk when suddenly a strong smell of perfume hit him. Looking up, he saw Liao Wei passing directly by his window and hurriedly walking towards the office of editor-in-chief He Wendong. Liao Wei is also the deputy editor-in-chief. She doesn't like dressing up, and she's not good at dressing up. She often said, what else should a woman in her forties have to do with her hair? But Xu Zhihong suddenly discovered that this was not necessarily the case. She still pays attention sometimes, like today. Elegant black suit, also sprinkled with perfume. I remembered that Mr. He had just returned from an inspection trip to Western Europe. Yesterday, supplement editor Wu Xingxing said in his office that the boss only gave us a CD lipstick when he went abroad this time. What do you think he gave Mr. Liao? It's a big bottle of poison. At that time, Xu Zhihong was stunned.

The Japanese army invented a new tactic to defend the island, Peleliu, where the U. S. Military suffered the highest casualty rate. After the Battle of Guadalcanal, the Allied forces began to counterattack in the Pacific War. To cross the vast Pacific Ocean, many islands must be captured as support points. Therefore, by 1943, the number of U. S. Marines suddenly expanded to 309,559, an increase of almost 10 times compared with 27,925 in 1940. In order to maintain the situation of continuous landing operations, the Marine Corps also incorporated Marine aviation, artillery, armored forces and rear support forces. In 1944, it finally established the Fleet Marine Corps, a huge amphibious warfare group.

Tang Hua couldn't get used to Nuan Nuan for a day or two. He was already thirty years old, and he still made a cooing sound when he spoke. There are men who do this, for example, Yao Jiahui, who works in the same office. The ribbon on Nuan Nuan's printer is faded, so she sweetly calls out to Master Yao to help me change the ribbon. Yao Jiahui said that for such a big man, he could have enough food and clothing by himself. Tang Hua smiled and said, he has a sweet mouth. Yao Jiahui said, what's the use of having a sweet mouth. Tang Hua sneered and said, some people just do this. At this point, Yao Jiahui also burst into laughter and took the ribbon handed over by Nuan Nuan. Yao Jiahui alone would not take Tang Hua's warmth and kindness seriously. After all, Yao Jiahui is a common man. Although he is handsome, what's the use of a man with all his gold and jade, and his failures are of no use. Career is the rose-red rouge of a man, making his cheeks glow.

In Guosheng's life of more than 20 years, nothing can be described as "important". Getting to know Xiao Wei is no exception. This is a coincidence with nothing unusual about it. In a somewhat lonely small bar, a live show of a European and American rock band was playing on the rear projection TV, and two or three people were sitting around a few old wooden tables. The eyes of Guosheng and Xiaowei met under a chandelier covered with red cloth. At first, Xiao Wei glanced at Guosheng. Guosheng thought that he was in the inevitable line of sight of the other party, so he turned his head slightly to give up his position. Xiao Wei raised his glass, smiled at Guosheng, then walked to sit down next to him and said, alone? Guosheng moved a few centimeters to the side, yes, alone. Xiao Wei said, I think it is immoral for a person to come to a bar.

Mr. Haruna is gentle and serious, like an obedient but shy big child. But his wife, the writer Yaoko Irie, was the opposite, cheerful and talkative. She told me that last year she published a long historical novel "My Name is Elizabeth - The Life of the Wife of the Emperor of (Puppet) Manchukuo" based on the Wanrong of the Empress of (Puppet) Manchukuo. In less than two years, it was republished ten times and won the 8th Shinda Jiro Prize for Literature. Now I am preparing to write a novel about Puyi's fourth wife, Li Yuqin. I plan to go to Changchun for on-the-spot interviews, hoping to get assistance from the Chinese Writers Association.

Zhang Fangmin didn't even get off his bicycle when he entered the alley. Two long and strong legs poked out from under his hot pants and slid over. She thought her driving skills were so good that the handlebar almost hit the arms of old lady No. 2, Who was holding her rice bowl and chatting at the door. The old lady was so frightened that she almost dropped the bowl and shouted at Zhang Fangmin's back: "I'm in a hurry, not like a girl!" The cicadas outside the alley fell silent, and then started making an uproar as if they had gathered enough energy. Zhang Fangmin jumped out of the car lightly at the door of No. 6, Turned the handle of the car, and walked toward the door with the car and the driver. She had already caught a glimpse of four dishes and one soup on the small dining table in front of her house: fried screws, braised hairtail, water spinach, and flat-pointed winter melon soup. My stomach growled. Most of the people in the alley had already had lunch at this point, and as usual, the Zhang family had to wait for their only daughter to come back from the summer intensive English class. She walked through the dark corridor under No. 6 Building and parked her car where the sundries were placed at the bottom of the stairs.

The beauty that people value all originates from pain. They were born between sorrow and ashes. --Cormac McCarthy, "The Road." "I call your name, you are mine." - Exodus. Zhou Mu saw the man again. The man appeared on the rooftop opposite. She looked puzzled. She lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. The white smoke lingered like silk. She slowly admired the man on the rooftop opposite. A few days ago, she had just taken a shower and came out of the bathroom naked. The sun fell on her skin, shining like porcelain. She looked along the light and suddenly saw a man standing on the roof opposite. She panicked and quickly took off her bathrobe and put it on her body. I thought I had been peeked at, and there was still a little anger hidden in my heart. But the man didn't even look over.