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The sun caused purple spots on Hongfang's face. At that time, she was already thirty-four or five years old. The shadow of the girl on her body was gone, and her body and expression had developed from a young woman to a middle-aged woman. After the new wives in Nanwu Village, who were one year younger than her, started chatting in the alley with their children in their arms, Hongfang stopped drinking the traditional Chinese medicine for infertility treatment that she had been taking for more than ten years. At that time, she drank more medicine than she ate every day, and she was already enjoying it. But when she suddenly stopped taking the medicine, she always felt like she had lost something, and she was in a trance every day for a while.

In an epic style of 300,000 words, the author describes how after the fall of Northeast China and the North China Incident, the Chinese nation faced the critical juncture of national subjugation and genocide. After the Long March of the Red Army led by the Communist Party of China arrived in northern Shaanxi, Mao Zedong Under the leadership of the Communist Party of China, in order to rush to the anti-Japanese front line, the Chinese People's Red Army Anti-Japanese Vanguard Army was formed to march eastward to Shanxi. At the same time, through political negotiations, they signed agreements with Yang Hucheng, Zhang Xueliang, and Yan Xishan to "stop the civil war and unite to resist Japan." Under the "encirclement and suppression" of 200,000 troops by the Shanxi-Sui Army and the Central Army, Mao Zedong and Peng Dehuai commanded the Red Army to divide its forces into three groups and cross dozens of counties in Shanxi. They completed the three major political tasks of expanding the Red Army, redizing it, and raising funds. They ignited the anti-Japanese fire in the land of Shanxi and Shanxi, and determined the political policy of "forcing Chiang to resist Japan", which directly contributed to the occurrence of the "Xi'an Incident" and the formation of the anti-Japanese national united front.

Following the flow of people out of the restaurant, people in front of and behind Sun Kai laughed with lingering laughter, but Sun Kai was quietly smiling bitterly. He never knew that loving someone could cause harm to her. There is a rose in everyone's heart, but when you give it away, you may prick the fingers of the person you love. We always ignore the thorns of the rose. Sometimes giving your love is a selfish and irresponsible act. Loving someone makes you feel happy, without knowing whether the person you love is suffering. Sun Kai was full of gratitude to Meng Xiaoqiao, what a patient child.

Caixia smiled and said, "Don't think anyone is so clean. There are only men and women in our village who have been with each other for several lifetimes. Who doesn't have a good relationship? I also thought about it. With such a thing, who has not had sex with so many times? Living a good life is the first thing." When mentioning this stubble, Hongfang didn't say anything. There was a ready-made example sitting in the yard! Hongfang grabbed Caixia's hand and said with tears in her eyes: "Silly girl, aren't you afraid of getting sick?" Caixia unzipped the small bag she carried with her and poured out the contents to show her. Hongfang only recognized the string of condoms that were similar to instant shampoo, but it was the first time she had heard of those "wet wipes" and "lotion." The two of them agreed that whoever will tell what happened today will be the grandson. Caixia told Hongfang: "If you want to go with me, come to me at home. I work the day shift on 135, the night shift on 246, and all day on Sunday." Caixia also said: "It's not glorious. At least in a year you can build a new yard by yourself, and you don't have to live with the old one anymore." Hongfang was dizzy and could only shake her head.

The weather was hot and humid. Yin Nanping held the steering wheel with one hand and drove his newly purchased pickup truck bumpily on the dirt road in the fields surrounded by crops. The road was a bit narrow, and the two rows of tires of the pickup truck exceeded the bright porcelain ruts, crushing and rattling the thorny shrubs such as wolfberry and cocklebur that grew wildly along the road. He didn't turn on the air conditioner, so he put a wet towel on his head like a stingy taxi driver in the city, enjoying the pleasure of sweating all over his body as the heat evaporated. "This is what a fucking sauna is called. Those idiots sit in the steam room and pour water on the red-hot stones. What fucking idiots!" The joy in his heart reflected on his face, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Floating Clouds" is about a college student who came out of the countryside and became an intellectual in the city. He changed his identity from a "poor and white-blooded" rural boy to the "Director Zhang" in the development zone. He traveled from the cultural world to the officialdom and then back to the cultural world. The protagonist Zhang Wei continued to work hard and resist despite being trapped in a dream, but he was still struggling.

Xue Shu envied everyone and everything in Qingyou's house next door, and it had been many years since he was a baby. Qingyou's kitchen house faces west, and there is a pear tree in front of the house. The pears are wooden pears, small and solid, and they are as sharp as stones when chewed. No one likes to eat them, so they are left hanging on the tree to dry, shrink and turn black, like a tree weight. When the wind blows, they rattle like a hollow gourd. But every spring and April, the pear blossoms on that tree were the most beautiful in the village, like snow flakes and white butterflies. Qingyou's family would sit under the dazzling pear blossoms every morning to eat, drinking rice soup and eating pickles.

This is a work that reflects the picture of rural society, shows the remnants of China's five thousand years of farming civilization, and vividly reproduces the original appearance of poetic and mysterious rural life, writing about our common nostalgia.

In early spring in northern Shaanxi, the sun warms up during the day, and the harsh spring cold returns as soon as the sun sets. Strong winds howl in the wilderness with little vegetation. Peng Dehuai had a sullen face, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was studying the map under the oil lamp. A small oil lamp made of Western medicine bottles kept blowing out the lights, making the cave dim and bright. Reconnaissance staff officer Xiao Yang and guard squad leader Xiao Zhou sat on the edge of the kang and slept against the wall. There were piles of homespun clothes and sheep belly hand towels borrowed from fellow villagers on the kang. Several long rooster crows were heard in the distance. Peng Dehuai looked up at the white window paper and blew out the oil lamp. He walked to the kang, picked up the homespun clothes and put one on each of the two young men. He also pulled one over and put it on himself, then lay down in the middle of the kang and closed his eyes.

The city sky also looks high in autumn. In the afternoon, Yin Nanping drove out of the provincial government gate and ran all the way. The lights at several intersections were green, but I was stopped by a red light at the intersection of the stadium. He lowered the left window glass, turned on the radio, rested his elbow on the steering wheel on the window, and looked at the people hurriedly crossing the zebra crossing in the autumn light. The facial expressions of Chinese people have always been the same piece of lead, but in recent years this lead has been engraved with the word "busy". This word seems to be a sword of admiration. Everyone carries one and runs through the red light arrogantly. Due to the proliferation of private cars, the radio station that disappeared in the past few years has come back to life. At this moment, a young singer is speaking in a pretentious Hong Kong and Taiwan accent, pretending to be intoxicated with himself: "Who is in love with me -? And who am I in love with -?"

Li Le, a literary young man with lofty ideals, gradually entered the palace of literature through his unremitting pursuit of literature. Although he never had true and unforgettable love for a moment, under the vague pull of love filled with youthful impulse, and after tasting the different love confessions of the four girls, he discovered that his pursuit of love was actually just a beautiful process, and his destination was still in the unremitting struggle.

"The Marriage Itch" mainly tells the story of company employee Ma Xiaobo, who yearns for a happy marriage life, gets caught up in trivial family affairs and endless quarrels with his wife Zhuang Li. He discovers that ideals and reality are far apart, and gradually develops the desire to escape from marriage. However, the reality cannot be surpassed. He is tired of coping with Zhuang Li's romantic and material requirements, and feels extremely painful. The love between husband and wife is covered up by conflicts, and the two people's understanding and consideration for each other gradually turn into aggression, anger, and running away. In this state of mind, Ma Xiaobo began to doubt Zhuang Li's loyalty and sought comfort from his old lover Su Xiaomei. As a result, the conflict intensified and Ma Xiaobo was forced to leave the family and start living with his former lover Liu Aduo. As time went by, Ma Xiaobo discovered that Liu A'duo had the same nature as Zhuang Li and all other women, and his deep feelings for Zhuang Li gradually recovered. He left Liu A'duo and returned to Zhuang Li with a feeling of atonement. But at this time, something happened that made Ma Xiaobo burst into tears and regretful...

"Sunshine on Paper" is a collection of essays by writer Li Junhu. It is divided into three volumes: "On paper, it is shallow", "Sunshine shines brighter than all lamps", and "To our eternal literary heart". "On paper, you don't realize it is shallow" is mainly the author's reflections on ancient times, and talks about some thoughts and feelings about the civilization sites he has visited. "The sun shines brighter than all the lamps" is the author's summary and emotion of his growth experience. "To our eternal literary heart" is the author's summary of the literary creation over the years. "Sunshine on Paper" is a book of time soaked in unique spiritual light. The long-lasting old events, the exploration and examination of history and culture, the light cultural nostalgia and the inquiry about where life will eventually go, the water-like words reveal a common emotional experience shared by everyone. The prose comes from life, is unpretentious, real and touching.