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My father's third anniversary is coming, and according to the custom of my hometown, I have to "celebrate it". In my hometown, after a person dies, the first, third, fifth and tenth anniversaries must be "celebrated". "After a while" means to ask Yin and Yang to do things and chant sutras to achieve salvation. My father worked as a long-term laborer when he was seven years old and suffered a lifetime of hardship. On the day of his death, he plowed the fields all morning. We have raised eight brothers and sisters throughout our lives, and each of them has a family, a career, and successors. He has never killed a bird in his life, and when he sees chickens pecking at each other and dogs fighting, he still has to persuade them to stay away. What does he need to transcend? However, I have to remember that "passing for a while" is a rule, a etiquette, and a ritual. People need a sense of ritual. If you think about it carefully, "passing by" is meaningful and indispensable. The deceased's friends and fellow villagers from all over the world will come to burn paper and incense, eat and drink, and talk about the deceased. This is an irreplaceable memory and an extension of the gratitude and respect of the children and grandchildren.

Medically speaking, appendicitis is caused by obstruction. Based on this, I feel that the eastern section of Central Street is a section of the appendix that is always inflamed in this city, because it is always a tangled mess. I just emerged from this appendix and took a long breath. The mayor called and angrily asked me where I was. I looked at my watch and said I would be arriving at Lao Zhang's house soon. The town works from nine to five, and it's only 8:40. We can arrive at Zhang Gen's house in ten minutes, so it can't be considered late. The mayor said U-turn, U-turn, and quickly went to the Provincial Letters and Calls Bureau, Zhang Liang was already there. I said what is he doing there? After the words came out, I realized that this was nonsense that made the leader extremely unhappy.

As soon as he came into this world, he was burdened with a heavy mission - to carry on the family lineage, and the shadow that originated from the family's single inheritance for several generations was like a cloud hanging over his head, and he could never get rid of it. He was struggling and running away in fear. Because he is the apple of his parents' eye. Being spoiled to the point of being a bit cowardly. He likes red apricots. But he didn't dare to tell his parents that Hongxing had no choice but to marry the butcher in the village... He took advantage of the butcher's outing to kill pigs and got into Hongxing's bed. Unexpectedly, the butcher stood in front of them with a butcher's knife... He was chased by the butcher. He escaped from the village, but escaped into troubled times, running for his life in the hail of bullets... He wanted to go home from the moment he escaped, and when he returned to the village, things had changed...

"Brother, you are drunk." Liu Qi hugged his waist and said. "I'm not drunk, call me dad." Gu Gu said unsteadily. "Brother, you are drunk, let me help you in." Liu Qi went to help Gu Gu and said. But Gu Gu got rid of Liu Qi and said, "Call Dad, and I will follow you in!" Buckwheat supported the swaying Gu Gu and said, "Brother, you are drunk." "I'm not drunk, I made you shit and pee, am I not dad?" Gu Gu said.

Chinese contemporary literature takes novels as its authentic form, and so does Ningxia.

Xiao Shunzi woke up dripping with sweat, sat up and wiped the sweat from his face. Xiao Shunzi was not frightened by the situation in front of him, but by the dream he was having. There is a bottomless canyon, with cliffs on both sides cut like knives and axes. The canyon is filled with blue mist, and wolves, insects, tigers and leopards are running at the bottom of the canyon. He is like a fallen leaf, falling involuntarily to the bottom of the canyon, falling... Xiao Shunzi is often frightened awake by such a dream, and grandma said it was when he was growing up. Xiao Shunzi said it was too scary to grow up like this. His eyelashes were stuck together with eye droppings, and his eyes were numb, but Xiao Shunzi could still see clearly the black barrel of the gun pressed against his head. The barrel of the gun was cold when it was pulled out, and it was pressed against the forehead. The lump was like rubbing it with an alcohol ball during an injection, and it felt like a trace of cold air seeping into the skull. Xiao Shunzi suddenly became excited. This was not a dream, it was a real gun pressed against his head.

Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. It rained lightly at night, and the rice fields were as green as water. The rice leaves covered with dewdrops are like made of tin foil, reflecting the pure sunshine of the early morning. The dewdrops make the entire field sparkle. After a night of filtration, the air is very sweet, wrapped in the fragrance of rice, and refreshing. The birds showed off their bright singing voices as they flew across the emerald fields and the towering aspen trees in the forest belt. Every morning, Meng Zhuangran would choose a field and forest belt, facing the early morning sunshine, do a set of Tai Chi, do a set of radio gymnastics, slap his head and chest, hit each other with his palms, and the sound of popping popping could be heard in the field. Then the energy sinks into the Dantian, the eyes are slightly closed, a deep breath is taken, the anus is raised, and a few loud farts are released. Although he knew that there were usually very few people around at this time, because there was dew in the morning and there was not much work to be done in the fields.

As a kind of spiritual power, it can be transformed into material power in the process of people understanding and transforming the world, and has a profound impact on economic and social development. Literary works are the carrier to show this power and are the most intuitive expression for people to understand history, society, nature, and culture and the meaning of life. Compiled by comrades of the Literary Literature League, the "Lingwu Literature Collection" has been finalized and is ready for publication. This collection is selected from 16 collections of outstanding Lingwu writers, mainly including "Feng Liu Yun Scattered", "Ancestors Planted Trees", "The Plank Road of Confucianism", "A Well-deserved Reputation", "Jin Jin" "Purple Prime Minister", "Prickly Rose on the Roadside" and "Memory of Lingzhou", 7 works, I can't help but sigh with emotion while closing the book. Their works have won various awards across the country for many times, and some of their works have been translated into Arabic and English and published overseas, which has a wide impact. They work hard and contribute silently, adding luster to social civilization and cultural progress. I am grateful for their diligence and persistence.

It started with an early period visit. Tong Yan teaches high school Chinese. She has two classes this morning. The first class is for Class 3. She is the teacher of Class 3. The students are well prepared and cooperate well. She is in a good mood. The classroom atmosphere is good and class is a pleasure. The second class was for Class 4. After ten minutes of class, she felt a heat in her lower body, and then there was a running feeling, flowing rapidly down both sides of her thighs. Tong Yan secretly shouted that the food was spoiled, and immediately made a few transitions, assigned students to do college entrance examination mock papers, then quickly left the classroom and headed straight to the dormitory. Tong Yan especially loves white in summer. Today, she is wearing tight white pants. She knows that without any protection, blood will leak out in an instant. She had caught a faint whiff of it.

Haogang called and said you should hurry up and come back. There is something big, something big. I thought he could be a big deal? A small village chief, the smallest bureaucrat in China, can still do big things, big things. But I still set foot on the road back to the village. The year before the college entrance examination was resumed, Hao Gan joined the army. At that time, joining the army was the brightest future, because you could change your job to the city to earn a living and get wages. Worst of all, if you return to the brigade and become a militia battalion commander, you can make a difference. Haogang's father was a captain, so of course he joined the army. On the day he left, Zhu Tou, Cai Gua and I sat on Pheasant Ridge and watched him, dressed in red and green, being sent across Langgui Xian with the beating of gongs and drums, and disappeared into the bright sunshine. We understood how unfair this world was, because in terms of physical condition, none of us were more like soldiers than him.

Dasheng always called the woman "little wife" in his heart. Because at the first sight of the girl, Dasheng sighed in his heart: This little woman is as tender as a radish just pulled out of the mud. How can a person be so tender? However, the little lady is not here to show Dasheng, but to make trouble for him. When the little woman finished telling the story with her sharp teeth and crooked mouth, Dasheng didn't take it seriously. He felt that this was what the city people were fussing over. In their own words, it was hypocrisy. Even this nonsense made him laughable. What made him even more ridiculous was that a woman who looked quiet, pretty, and fair-skinned was dragging a dog to tell him that his dog had raped her own dog. It would be embarrassing for you to open your mouth to do such a thing, but to refuse to give in.

When the magpie was pulling water, the mule was frightened, and the cart ran over his calf, breaking it. Most of the livestock used by Shangzhuang are donkeys and mules, especially mules. Mules have no reproductive function, but are very powerful for plowing fields, pulling carts, and carrying food. But there is one problem with mules. They are suspicious and often frightened. Once frightened, they will run wildly and are not as stable as donkeys.

Chun Hao stood in front of Taohuawu, looking at the tall buildings opposite. A new tall building has been built opposite, more than 40 stories high, with spotlights installed on the roof. Because of the light beams, the sky appears even higher. Chun Hao was wondering how far the light beam could shoot, and whether it hit the sky wall. Grandpa said that there is a Celestial Palace in the sky, and the Jade Emperor lives in the palace, so there must be a Celestial Wall. Chun Hao was just looking at it, when suddenly a figure hurriedly passed by her. Chun Hao instinctively took a step back and took a look back. This figure was so familiar that she could call it out by name, but she was afraid of mistaking it. There were too many portraits in the world, not to mention the backs, and there were quite a few with exactly the same faces, so she followed closely. But the figure trotted away, so Chunhao could only follow him at a trot. Arriving in front of Cancan's cabin, the figure slowed down, and Chun Hao just caught up.

Zhang Fugui was woken up by himself. When he opened his eyes, he felt like his throat was being pulled by a rope, and he coughed a few more times before he could hold it in. Liu Zhi, who was sleeping next to him, pulled up the quilt and wrapped his head, kicked his feet and said: Fuck, get up and get out quickly. Zhang Fugui said apologetically: Just go out, just go out. As long as you are not choking or coughing three times in a row, you have to hide in a place where no one is around. Everyone is very conscious. The basement was converted into a garage. It was more than ten square meters and accommodated twelve people. The beds were on three levels, like a hard-sleeper carriage on a train. Each level sleeps four people. It is like a stack of bricks that can only stand on its side. One floor next to the other is too low. I can't straighten my back or raise my head when sitting. I can only crawl in and out when I get in and out of bed. Zhang Fugui gritted his teeth to hold back the cough that was about to come out. He grabbed his clothes and crawled out of the middle bunk. He quickly put on his clothes and came up from the basement with his waist bent, then coughed desperately.

The articles selected in this book are all from short stories and short stories published by Ji Dongliang in recent years. After their publication, most of the novels were picked up by various selected magazines and aroused widespread comments from critics and readers. These works continue the author's consistent realistic style and underlying feelings, mostly starting from a small perspective and selecting small things. In the narrative, between the readability of the story and the richness of the moral, a reasonable and appropriate balance support is found by creating a series of images and situations, thereby penetrating the appearance of the story itself, fully creating the artistic texture of the survival dilemma of the small characters, the distortion of human nature, and the rough and delicate emotional world, making the narrative space of the novel text more three-dimensional and layered.

"Will you still be able to work in the future?" Third uncle's finger dug into Bawan's eye socket. Instead of Bawan hiding his head, the finger dug into the eyeball. The third uncle coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, spit it on the ground, put 300 yuan into his pocket, packed the eight bowls of cigarettes that he had brought out for the reception, and packed them into boxes, and jumped off the kang angrily. A chicken was pecking at the spit that Third Uncle had spit on the ground. Third Uncle kicked the chicken, and the chicken flapped its wings, causing a burst of dust to fly up. Ba Wan always kept a smile on his face and bowed to send his third uncle out. When he got to the gate, his third uncle had one foot outside the gate and turned around and yelled: "Don't send me away. If you don't invite your uncle when the family has something to do in the future, this family will be broken." "Look at what my uncle said, this is a relative that can't be cut with a steel knife. How can we say it's broken."

This novel takes the 1920 Haiyuan earthquake as the background, historical events that have occurred in Haiyuan in the past century as the context, and the life of four generations of a survivor's family as the storyline. It comprehensively reflects the historical process of Haiyuan's great relocation from the Republic of China to New China, and shows the changes in people's lives and customs in the Xihaigu area in the past century.

A friend in Nanjing called me two days ago to tell me that Lao Jie was dead. I sat in front of the window holding the phone and didn't speak for a long time. Although Lao Jie is not related to me, he has lived in the brothel in our yard for six years. He comes in and out like my family. Even my dog ​​treats him as a member of the family and licks his feet and hands. Especially after I turned 40, I suddenly felt that being able to live in a courtyard for six years really required a kind of fate. There is a saying that "a hundred years of cultivation can lead to crossing in the same boat, and a thousand years of cultivation can lead to sleeping together." Not to mention sleeping on the same pillow, just saying that it takes a hundred years to cross the same boat, so six years of getting along will probably take hundreds of years of practice. Lao Jie is a rightist who was transferred to our team. From the moment I entered the village to the last time I left, I thought it was necessary for me to write this article.

Lao Gu's daily life is based on a schedule: get up at six o'clock, wash up, take the bus to Huaiyuan, walk four times along the Jinghu Fragrance Path; breathe in the sun 300 times; do the eighth set of radio gymnastics; bump the back 500 times; hit one Practice Chen style Tai Chi; have breakfast, go to the Royal Garden to buy vegetables; write; take a one-hour lunch break; write; read; have dinner at 7 o'clock, walk for 40 minutes to an hour at 7:30; watch TV at 8 o'clock; footbath for half an hour at 10 o'clock; go to bed at 10:30. The watch is posted on the wall above the desk in Lao Gu's study, and you can see it when you look up. The form was printed, with "Perseverance" written on one side and "Perseverance" written on the other. It was very much like a student's class schedule, and it once made Lao Gu feel like he had returned to his student days. The maker of the watch is Lao Mi. Lao Mi is Lao Gu's wife.

Police officer Gu Dawei has just successfully solved a kidnapping case with the wrong target, and a high-paying job that he can't refuse is placed in front of him. The "tyrannical president" targets the little policeman. Is this a blessing or a disaster? A "kidnapping" with him as the protagonist began... It happened on Thursday last week. Xie Dongxin reported that his son Xie Xiaojun had been kidnapped, and the kidnappers asked him to pay 1 million for his son's life. Xie Dongxin is the chairman of Eastcom Group. Dongxin Group is a large group well-known to women and children in the city. For a person with Xie Dongxin's status, he naturally did not follow the routine when reporting a crime and directly called the bureau leader. Gu Dawei and Lu Xiaodie were ordered to rush to Xie Dongxin's house and found that Xie Xiaojun had not been kidnapped. He was playing games on the computer. The sound of gunfire was loud and the whole villa was like a battlefield filled with smoke. Xie Dongxin said that your leaders heard wrongly and the child was not kidnapped. Gu Dawei breathed a sigh of relief - it could basically be concluded that it was blackmail.

Milkman Xu Fugui accidentally discovered the secret of Mayor Shi Guo's "daughter", which triggered a series of official turmoil and made his own life in danger overnight. First, he was fired from the dairy farm, which almost harmed his son, who was preparing for the college entrance examination. Fortunately, friends and kind-hearted people came to help. The novel looks at the mysteries of officialdom from a special perspective, and the story is vivid, beautiful and thought-provoking. After coming out of Mingchun Garden and about to get into the car, a lame man appeared next to him and rushed to the front of the car. Because he was lame, he jumped too hard and lost his balance. He fell on the hood of the Audi. Shi Guo was really shocked. General Office Director Chu Xianda and Secretary Jiang Changru reacted quickly and immediately rushed over and put the lame man aside. Other people accompanying the investigation, including reporters, also rushed over instantly, forming a human wall in front of the lame man to protect Shi Guo.