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"Blooming Flowers" is actually a nostalgic confession for the generation born in the 1970s. Those weak confrontations with the adult world, those pains of innocent demands being rudely rejected, those indescribable helplessness, all become increasingly pale as we grow older. However, this novel makes them emerge one by one and come alive when we are nearly middle-aged, and reminds us who are already parents that the world of children is so simple and fragile, and needs double the care and care of us adults.

"Boss, Goodbye!" Is actually a story about an affectionate young teacher who was ordered to take over a troubled underachieving class at a critical moment, and finally led the class to create a miracle in the college entrance examination. But all the earth-shattering events and bits and pieces that happened in just one year are so unbelievable and so vivid and real that sometimes your blood boils, sometimes your face bursts into tears, and you even can't bear to finish reading it and find it hard to say goodbye.

Han Mengze, the most powerful new generation writer, is the final work of the "Growth Trilogy". Three university stories lay out the "ecosystem" of universities in front of you. The entanglement of love and hate in a city, the youth epic of a group of people. Let me take you back to see the integrity and deception, dream pursuit and disillusionment, growth and pain here.

Severe cold enveloped Qingyuan City in early spring. At midnight, under the dim yellow street lights, there are fading green trees, and every leaf is cold. Roger was lying on the balcony, smoking his third cigarette. The TV in the living room was playing the same sporting goods advertisement three times in a row, for fifteen seconds each time, and the signal for the UEFA Champions League football match had not yet been transferred. Sijiqing suddenly shook, and with the roar of the huge engine, several cars sped away as fast as darts. Rogge frowned, and the scars on his face twitched a few times. It's those racing guys again! I have only seen it in American movies before. A group of young people who are keen on modified cars and drag racing would speed down the deserted streets in groups every midnight.

This book describes the combat experience of a company of the Ninth Corps, the first batch of the Chinese People's Volunteers to go to North Korea to fight. This company was extremely ordinary and representative. When it faced a strong enemy, it had neither weapons, strength advantages, nor adequate preparations. It was a head-to-head battle. In the end, only one person was left, and he still chose to fight to the death. The language of the novel is full of passion and appeal. It not only describes the grand and heroic war scenes, but also presents specific and nuanced human nature. This book faces history and war squarely, uses a large amount of real data to speak, and uses many young lives that were once alive to speak. It is a rare masterpiece that shows the theme of resisting U. S. Aggression and aiding Korea.

My name is Li Xiao and I am a private detective. Don't worry about calling me by the wrong name. Yes, it is pronounced the same as the word "" in the woods. I didn't know the word before, but then I thought the name was too common, so I just looked it up in the dictionary. It's a kind of bamboo, it seems. Private detective sounds a bit cool, and I can vouch for my personality that there is still a bright future in this profession in our country. This personality can be yours or his, but it's not mine anyway. Now, I have no hope at all. I got divorced last year just after my thirty-fifth birthday. If I were asked to investigate the inside story of other people's divorces, I might be very interested and earn some income, but I can't be bothered about my own affairs at all, even though I received 50,000 yuan after the divorce.

Heavy rain hurt the ground, and Qingyuan City turned into a water world under the bombardment of thunder. Roger sat in the jeep, staring at the rain in front of him. Thousands of raining arrows seemed to pierce the windshield and rush in. But at this moment his heart was peaceful, like a lotus leaf floating on the surface of a lake on a clear summer day. The reaction to falling out of love is different for every man. After leaving the apartment at No. 7 Huaishu Street in the afternoon, Rogge sat in the car like this. Now, it's getting dark early and the rain is getting even crazier. My heart is quiet.

There is almost no spring in Qingyuan City. Within a few days after the ice and snow melted and the willow sprouts sprouted, the hot wind swept over the ground as if it was ready. The lead cloud of industrial pollution covered the sky over the city like a pot lid, not letting out a trace of heat. Pedestrians on the street walked in embarrassment, wishing to stick out their tongues like dogs to dissipate heat. After walking around Chenghuang Temple Street twice, Roger felt a little irritated. He sweated and took out his cell phone. But the other party didn't answer and hung up the phone instead. Rogge became a little annoyed and threw the phone into his pocket bitterly. He looked around for a moment, found a shady spot, and hurried over.

"Ready - shoot!" "Bang -" Detective Roger stared blankly at the electronic screen 15 meters away, and slowly lowered his pistol. The smell of gunpowder smoke seemed particularly pungent. He turned his head, frowned, and the scars on his face also wrinkled. "Not bad! 0.75 Seconds." Ouyang Xiaxue said as he walked out of the small monitoring room. Rogge sighed and seemed to be talking to himself: "Last time I played for 0.5 Seconds..." "It's considered qualified within 1 second. Look at your strength, so what!" Ouyang Xiaxue seemed to be quite disdainful. She was tired of the neurosis that her partner had always shown recently.