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This was a seemingly peaceful moment, and Dongjiangkou Town was very quiet. As usual, not long after dark, every household closed their doors and lit oil lamps. The common people don't know what's going on outside the door, what's going on in the Kuomintang military camp. And a tragic historical event is quietly being planned and happening here. Mao Chuxiong, Zhang Wenjin and Wu Zuyi were taken to the ditch behind the Town God's Temple in front of Tujiamen in Dongjiangkou Town, where a huge pit had been dug, like a bloody mouth. The soil around the tunnel shows vivid colors, which makes people feel that the soil here is very soft. After the three were pushed into the pit, the enemies standing around used shovels to add soil to the pit, and implemented their inhumane plan to bury them alive. It didn't take long for a raised mound to form here.

What I wrote before: Whether in Shaanxi or Shanghai, I maintain close contact with the local police. This may be a kind of fate. In the process of interviewing police officers and cases, I had the opportunity to meet some of the arrested subjects, had calm conversations with them, and gained a deeper understanding of their thoughts, feelings and the secrets deep in their souls. Perhaps what is represented here is a gray group. This group is often discriminated against. But discrimination is not the answer to their salvation. We should enter their spiritual world and listen to the call of their souls. Have you ever seen a cockroach? Cockroaches often like to hide in dark corners and run away in panic when they see people. Sometimes they also pretend to be dead like spiders and mice.

Don't think that I am ugly, don't think that I am rustic, don't think that I am not good at speaking, and don't think that I carry the earthy smell of the Qinba Mountains around me. I look at the world through the eyes of a poet. As long as there is some poetry in the world, I can grab it and penetrate it into all kinds of colors. Nothing else is good, that's all I have. Therefore, my friends who deal with me increasingly feel that I am a decent person and that I am a smart and trustworthy person. They like to treat me like old wine. This is how old wine tastes to me. Being happy with friends is one of the most basic pleasures in life. So I take it very seriously. However, it won't work as soon as June enters. The children have a happy festival and leave all their troubles and paleness to the adults. Life is like a piece of dry land, not to mention that it cannot grow good crops, and even grass does not grow.

The second grandmother was sitting on a single sofa specially made for her, looking at the brilliant morning glow rising in the east. The sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling curtains and draws out a number of deformed colored strips, which are spread casually in the living room. Qinqin was making tea and Lin Haier was smoking. The two of them were wandering around the second mistress, making various noises. The second mistress turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear, quietly casting an irregular oblique shadow with her body. Staring at the bright sun on the other side of the curtain, the second grandma's chin was slightly tilted. This was the angle that suited her best. This angle creates an arrogant and arrogant look, conveying an ancient static beauty. This is the basic expression of the second grandma facing the world.

"Shanghai is a Beach" uses the structure of Baichuanguihai, first and third person perspectives, ridicule in language skills, humor, solemn humor, clever metaphors, etc. To shape the ups and downs of a group of migrant workers in the development of Pudong and the construction of Greater Shanghai. It thus reflects the writer's complex memory and understanding of history, reality and culture, and expresses a high-spirited theme.