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I have become accustomed to it. Any work assigned by superiors is just like the arrival of rain. We accept it in addition to accepting it. The reason is simple, rain will not fall from the sky, you must either wear a raincoat or get out of the way. It doesn't matter if you dodge, there are so many laid-off workers, if you don't do it, someone will. People who walk on two legs are so easy to find. It's just that the rain came suddenly, which was beyond our expectation. It is said that community committees also want to attract investment, and they have specific investment indicators. It was really a heavy rain, so fast and fierce that we were caught off guard. Not only me, but all community leaders have been soaked by this heavy rain. Community cadres spend all day in the small world of the community, taking care of their own one-third of an acre of land. When have they ever worried about such big things? It is so important and difficult to attract investment. Can our community cadres do such a big thing?

After Qingming Festival, on the morning of my first day at work, I was about to enter the office with my front feet, and Liu Yehong followed me with my back feet. I didn't see the red willow leaves. I saw a lush green branch hanging on the door, wrapped in the spring breeze and playing wantonly in front of the door. I jumped and moved the green branch towards the door. I moved the green leaves outside the door, Liu Yehong said behind me, the spring breeze was green again and broke through the threshold. After saying that, he laughed. I turned around and saw Liu Yehong smiling, probably secretly happy about getting this modified verse. I also laughed, saying that our broken threshold was greened not by the spring breeze, but by mold. I asked again, could it be that Secretary Liu sent us the spring breeze early in the morning? Liu Yehong said that's right, didn't you see the spring breeze on my face? He stretched his head and looked at the office again. Several people from the community were here, including two residents applying for pension certificates. Lan Yun and Fu Hong were cleaning the windows and didn't see Liu Yehong.

Weasels and mice are getting worse every generation. My mother sat in the dim light and sighed. In the halo of lights, there are still me and my father. We sat under a dim foreign oil lamp and listened to my mother talk about the past. My mother was talking about the history of our He family, mainly about my grandfather's past. As a result, people related to my grandfather also jumped into the halo from my mother's mouth one by one. Logically speaking, the person who has the most say in family history is my father. But my father was a man of few words. Although he knew the family history well, he, like me, became my mother's silent audience. Occasionally, I will add a sentence or two. My mother glanced at my father from time to time, with a smile on her lips. Your grandfather has thick eyebrows, big eyes, wide mouth and thick lips. He is 1.78 Meters tall and his spine is as straight as an iron plate.

"True Water Has No Fragrance" selects a group of short stories full of warmth and sincerity published by He Youzhi in domestic literary journals. With quiet and funny writing, warm and gentle feelings, and compassionate temperament, the author describes various living scenes of the little people at the bottom of society, tells the emotional charm and youthful splendor of the bottom people living in this era, and spiritually reflects the fiery, brilliant, obscure and gloomy nature of the little people under the control of the era. In the author's writing, the little people are no longer little people. They live with dignity and splendor, and their joys and sorrows compose the melody of the times. The confusion and confusion of people's souls under material desires, the tilt and collapse of emotions, the transformation of values, and the decline of morals are vividly revealed and expressed by the author, showing the kind nature and sense of responsibility that a writer should have, and opening up a special aesthetic vision for readers. The novel's clean language, fluent writing, humor and fast pace are one of the highlights of the author's novel creation. The ingenious structure, reasonable layout, strong storytelling and high artistic quality make the novel attractive and ornamental, bringing readers the pleasure of reading and the enjoyment of beauty.

Qin Xiaolen squatted down, and Zhou Xiangyang said painfully, you... Are... Why bother? I... Am also... A part-time worker. It's useless for you to kill me. Huajiang... Five million... Project money... Was... Cheated... By Boss Xu's lover... I heard... That... Girl is... Very beautiful... Less than... Twenty-five years old... Zhou Xiangyang had a smile on his face. Qin Xiaoleng also smiled, but his face was covered with tears.