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A narrative novel. About home, fellow villagers, youth and confession - stories that happened and are happening in that land, the suffering and love and hatred of the folks, the growth and dreams of the youth, as well as the reflections and confessions of those who have experienced the "catastrophe", and the farmers' yearning and efforts for the city. There are dozens of stories, each one making people feel sad and sad. This book takes the lives of three generations of "He Fang Village" as the main line, and integrates the cultural revolution, reform and opening up and other major historical backgrounds. It reflects the existence of the entire society through the joys, sorrows and joys of the villagers of "He Fang Village".

This "Smoke" is about home, fellow villagers, youth and confession. The interaction between the virtual "narrative protagonist" and the "reader" simulates the scene of an "online writing" - the stories that have happened and are happening on that land, the love and hatred of the folks, the growth and dreams of young people, and the farmers' yearning and efforts for the city. This book takes the lives of three generations of "He Fang Village" as the main plot line, and integrates the background of the times. It reflects the existence of the entire society through the joys, sorrows and joys of the villagers of "He Fang Village".

Tang Qiubao drank half a bottle of wine in a daze. Yin Hehua was stunned: He was so happy and confused! Normally you never have such a large amount. (She reaches for the wine bottle) Stop drinking and get something to eat. Tang Qiubao didn't insist and took the bowl: Mom, you go to sleep first. I'll wash the dishes in a while. Yin Hehua said: Don't panic, I'll talk to you. Tang Qiubao said: Just go. I feel a little dizzy and want to be alone and quiet. Yin Hehua said: Then... You should also go to bed early.

On the day when his son's admission notice was delivered, Chen Yougui and Zhang Xueyi were watching the water in Tian Chongli. This year there was a severe drought and an unusually hot temperature. From the beginning of spring to the mild summer heat, and now the beginning of autumn, there has been no drenching rain in half a year. There was no wind either. The cicadas on the top of the old elm tree, almost calling for help, screamed endlessly day and night, making me extremely upset, as if there was a prickly heat in the pit of my heart. When I get up early every morning, I want to go into battle shirtless. As soon as I put my coat on my body, I am half wet, and my sweat beads are thrown to the ground and smoke. When people suffer like this, animals suffer even more. The chickens lay motionless in the ashes under the trees all day long; the dogs sat at the base of the wall and stretched out their tongues to survive; the geese and ducks were forced to stay on the shore with the chickens because there was no water in the pond, and they failed to live up to their passion for cutting through the waves. Nine of the ten ponds were empty, and the mud in the ponds was all cracked and shelled, and the lines were like hungry lips.

Sister, tonight I am in Delingha, the night is shrouded/Sister, tonight I only have the Gobi/At the end of the grassland, I have empty hands/I cannot hold a teardrop when I am sad/Sister, tonight I am in Delingha/This is a desolate city in the rain/.../Tonight the highland barley belongs only to herself/Everything is growing/Tonight I only have the beautiful Gobi, empty space/Sister, tonight I don't care about humans, I just want you. The above is excerpted from Haizi's poem "Diary". I would like to dedicate this paragraph to my eldest sister. Sister, I don't care about human beings tonight, I miss you in distant Shenzhen. From morning to night, the sky in my hometown has a gloomy face like a rich woman, and she seems to be holding back her urine. By dusk I couldn't hold it in any longer - it was snowing. Sister, I'm sorry for you. You are a laid-off worker from Wuxi Cotton Textile Factory.

When there is no class, Xue Qin always runs to the mountains. As she ran, she didn't look back, her gaze behind her was like weaving. Xue Qin is a primary school teacher. The school lies at the foot of the mountain, with two rows of houses, red bricks and black tiles. The principal is in his fifties and his surname is Tao. He also looks like Tao. He is black and rough. At first glance, he thought he was a purple clay pot made of fine wine. Principal Tao was also looking at Xue Qin at this moment. Seeing the beautiful curves of her buttocks, Principal Tao swallowed hard several times, became dizzy, and scolded Xiao Su. Xiao Su is Xue Qin's boyfriend and a public teacher. Xiao Su was staring at his girlfriend's back at the moment. Who was he provoking? Principal Tao scolded: Xiao Su! You useless thing! Aren't you afraid that something will happen to her? She is just a substitute teacher. She keeps acting like this for no reason. I will let her go next semester! When Xiao Su heard this, she panicked and ran after him.