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"The Warmth of the Village" selects more than thirty essays by writer Li Xinli. As a migrant worker, Li Xinli "works to make a living and records his embarrassment of life and mental state in his spare time." The experience of leaving his hometown makes the words flowing out of his pen full of longing, memories, love and melancholy for his hometown. From both the material and non-material aspects of the countryside, he traced back to the 1980s and 1990s, describing the past years of Gansu villages at the foot of Liupan Mountain in slowly flowing words. From them, you can not only listen to the whispers of personal souls, but also encounter the footsteps of the times and regional customs. For example, "Geography" outlines the geographical features of small villages in Gansu through the description of important landmarks. "Old Eating" and "Rales of Time" focus on the joy of eating in a life of material scarcity. "Everything Never Grows in Stories" recounts the myths passed down orally in the land of Shaanxi and Gansu. The landscape, vegetation, birds, people, folk culture, food, four seasons, etc. Of his hometown are all incorporated into the hometown of memories he constructed, and melted into his beautiful and simple words.

Yu Xiaoyu looked out the window and felt that if she left now, she could get home before dark. But she was still hesitant mentally. Should she wait for Zhang Xiaowei to go with him? Or should you go first? For about three minutes, she convinced herself between the two options, and finally decided to go first. She took down her down jacket from the coat rack with determination, and then looked in front of the mirror. Her hair was a bit messy, so she went to the window sill to find a comb. She wanted to tidy herself up, and she couldn't let others see her messy hair as soon as she went out. Before going out, Yu Xiaoyu turned off the computer power and took a look. The rose tea she had just brewed tasted just right. She picked up the cup and took another sip. In one afternoon, she drank two cups of rose tea. Later, she felt the taste was a bit bland, so she threw it away.

While writing the article on Monday morning, Gong Xun received three text messages in a row, one from Kang Jianye, one from the newspaper's Zheng Xiaorui, and one from Chen Shuai. Kang Jianye said nothing, only that he would give her a QQ number, 603354280, with a password of 9820506 and 803345618 for him. Zheng Xiaorui sent a text message to inform Gong Xunzhi that there would be a meeting with the society on Friday. Chen Shuai's text message asked her if she knew a woman whose phone number was 3050226. Gong Xunzhi first glanced through these three text messages in a hurry, because these three text messages almost came one after another within tens of seconds. After browsing, Gong Xunzhi set his sights on Kang Jianye's text messages. Kang Jianye's text messages did not attract Gong Xunzhi's attention at first, but when Gong Xunzhi browsed them for the second time, he saw something interesting.

When it was getting dark, Xiao Mao was still staying in Liu Bei's office. A friend Liu Bei wanted to contact couldn't get through on the phone, so he dragged Xiao Mao to accompany her, so Xiao Mao had no choice but to accompany her. Liu Bei dialed the phone every few minutes, feeling restless. Xiao Mao looked out the window blankly, his eyes were empty and unfocused, and he felt annoyed in his heart. There is a desolate cold wind outside the window, and the winter night comes very early. Liu Bei got through the last call, but the friend she was looking for was out of town. Liu Bei's sighs doubled in length, and her mood plummeted. Love troubles people. Xiaomao looked at the phone and wanted to talk to someone. No matter who it was, she felt too lonely anyway. Xiaomao also longed for love. There was a strong desire burning in her body. To be precise, it was not in her body but in her mind. She longed for a strong man to hold her in his arms.