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In my hometown, all children are crops. On a summer night, dew is like rain in the river bed beside the Bashui River, and there is a sound of jointing of crops in the river bed. The bird of prey nestled in grandma's arms and watched the stars. Grandma pointed to the stars and said: "My dear, there is a star in the sky and a person on the ground. There are three levels of people living in this world. People on the first level live underground. If you dig a well, you can hear them in the middle of the night before the rooster crows. As long as you calm down and calm down, you can hear them. Talking. People on the first floor live on the clouds, which is heaven. Only when the gate of heaven is opened can we see their wealth and splendor. We live in the middle. The people on the ground and the people in the sky are made of our souls. "The north wind is strong, and the red flag is flying. From the sky-high speakers, quotations and songs resounded through the sky.

This is an emotional war novel, a thrilling love history of a general, and a woman's book of virtues that moves heaven and earth. Anyone who rises to become a general in war has a great woman behind him! They are the most noble sacrifices of the Chinese revolution. This book gently and delicately tells the love and hatred between the general (Niu'er), his wife Zheng Xiuyun, and his ex-wife Feng'er. In the human struggle of suffering and dignity, the long love between children and unresolved relationships, the beauty of maternal self-esteem and tolerance, it makes people cry and sigh when reading, like a beautiful folk painting.

They have flesh and blood, great love and great hatred, affection and righteousness, great joy and great sorrow. A long war novel that considers politics and economy, ethics and morality, destruction and reconstruction in the process of Chinese revolution. Let us stand at a new historical height and re-examine the meaning of life. Multiple life themes and life values ​​exude the brilliance of human nature. This is a long war novel that considers politics and economy, ethics and morality, destruction and reconstruction in the process of Chinese revolution. The war past of 200 generals in the same hometown, with the Jute Uprising as the background, reproduces the creation process of the Red Fourth Front Army in the early ten years. The arduous and magnificent revolutionary struggle, the historical picture of many disasters and bloody events. You can see the shadows of generals Wang Shusheng and Wang Jinshan!

He Cunzhong's novella collection includes 11 masterpieces created by the writer in his early years. These works present He Cunzhong's sincere and unique reflections on life: from personal destiny to the destiny of the family and then to the destiny of the entire nation. Because of these reflections and background, He Cunzhong's words reflect something special, which is a reflection of many characters and stories who struggled with fate in the history and reality of the writer's hometown. They each have their own characteristics and colors, making people cry and sing.

The torrential rain keeps falling, the ground doesn't look up, and the sky doesn't open its eyes. Gao Feng wore a long gown, held an umbrella, and wore long rain boots as he returned home from his shift in the theater studio. Gao Feng was holding an umbrella in the corridor when someone unexpectedly slapped him on the back. Gao Feng looked back and saw it was the Strict Discipline Inspection Commission. The Discipline Inspection Committee said excitedly, man, do you know? It's up again! Gao Feng knew what was going up. Gao Feng asked, how high has it increased? The Discipline Inspection Commission said, 26.73. Gao Feng asked, is it still rising? The Discipline Inspection Commission said, of course, otherwise, would it still be called a once-in-a-century event? Gao Feng said, what should we do? The Discipline Inspection Commission waved his hand and said, "What should I do?" Come on! The Strict Discipline Inspection Commission is a director of the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection. He is about the same age as Gao Feng. He is in his forties and is still a director. So everyone in the compound calls him the Strict Discipline Inspection Committee. Connecting his title with the entire Discipline Inspection Commission shows respect for him.

If you go to our Bashui River, if you see a boy in rags running in front and a girl carrying a bamboo pole behind her, unable to win or catch up, you will see the girl behind her throwing away the bamboo pole in her hand and crying loudly: "Oh my God! What do you live to do?" Then you can be sure that this boy is disabled. We people living by the Bashui River never ask those who live like dogs, "What do you live to do?" But for those who are disabled, they ask: "What do you live to do?" "What do you live to do?" This is a fatal question. My mother swallowed hard and didn't cry out the next sentence, "Why don't you die?" This logic is a bit confusing.

He Cunzhong's collection of short stories is a collection of his novels written in recent years and published in major literary journals. The protagonists are mostly "new city dwellers" who have come out of the countryside or young people with endless yearning for the city. They either integrate into the city and take root, or they linger on the edge of the city, but their roots are always connected to their hometown.

Grandma held my hand and let me enter this story. This ancient and sad story, for me as a child at that time, could only be entered through its consequences. Because only when it has fully matured in my heart can I tell it completely, and this maturation process takes more than fifty years, more than half a century, and contains my experience and thinking about life. Now, in my memory, I am describing the Double Ninth Festival in September by the Bashui River.

Niansheng will always remember his mother's words. When Niansheng was a child, her mother told her: "'Namo Amitabha' is a universal medicine in the world. Reciting it when you are in pain can relieve pain; reciting it when you are doing good can make people happy." In the temple in Huilongshan, Sister Zhang was Niansheng's master. Sister Zhang has a son and a daughter. She got terminal illness and beat the God of Death twenty years ago, and returned to Longshan from Zhangzha Village to become a monk. Niansheng also has a daughter, who also went up the mountain from Huangzhou City Tiyu Road after suffering from a terminal illness and undergoing surgery. The two of them were dressed in black, kneeling on the futon and doing morning exercises. The temple was filled with smoke and Buddhist songs were playing. The song was recorded, with only one line, and it was sung over and over again in the loneliness: "Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha..." Niansheng's expression was focused, and Sister Zhang knew that Niansheng was in a good mood.