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What started as a small conflict between teachers and students turned into violence when parents and public opinion intervened. Who ends up being the victim of this violence? Is it the young teacher who strives to be a good class teacher, or the thin and rebellious boy? On the second day of school, La Zhidong, a first-year high school student, went to the mathematics team office to find his class teacher, Liu Changle. He said, Teacher Liu, can you adjust my seat to the back? I want to sit in the back, preferably in the last row. The school has been relocated to a new location, and it has only been two years since they moved here. Everything on the campus is brand new, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of paint. They have to breathe this ubiquitous bad air as soon as they step into the school gate. Liu Changle's young face lifted up at the slightly bitter smell, and he sniffed out of habit.

I had a glimpse of the living conditions of women in the mountains in that long-gone era. At the same time, I think about my life today. In our lives, material things are already quite abundant. The lifestyle is also very different from the past. Our lives are filled with studying, finding a job, falling in love, surfing the Internet, etc. We can't even pick up a bunch of colorful silk threads with our hands, let alone embroider a flower, a goldfish, a magpie climbing a plum blossom or a mandarin duck playing in the water. Not to mention willing to stay in a poor ravine, dedicating all his youth and life to a man, a family of young and old. In the mother's story, the simple and simple little daughter-in-law lived exactly like this and lived her whole life. Therefore, I feel that there is a kind of beauty missing in our lives today. A long-lost simplicity, straightforwardness, kindness and virtuousness.

In early winter, on a very cold day, when it was dark, a man came to the door. He was a big man, with a strange appearance and strange clothes. Sai Mai was feeding the black dog at the time, and when he turned around, he noticed that there was someone suddenly at the door. He was a tall, dark man, and his eyes were scanning the yard of her house. His sinister eyes suddenly glanced at Sai Mai, who was dazed in the corner of the yard holding a clay basin. Sai Mai couldn't help but let out a "yeah" and ran towards the kitchen, where he bumped into his aunt who was pouring water out of the pot. The dog seemed to wake up immediately, barking relentlessly and pounced, causing the iron rope under its neck to clank. Unexpectedly, the man was let into the upper room by his grandfather. He also held a bowl of tea with both hands and shouted to the kitchen people to make a delicious meal quickly. As a result, my mother made long noodles. Long noodles are a top-quality meal served by the Saimai family.

The river is an unknown river, because it is too small, and no one has ever been interested in finding out where its original source is. For hundreds of years, everyone only knows that it comes from the north, passes through mountains and ridges, and then flows to the southwest. Perhaps because he was tired from the long journey, he took a detour into the villages along the way and wanted to rest in the ravines of the villages. Unexpectedly, he nourished the people and animals in the villages. Some people say that during the war in the late Qing Dynasty, the corpses of dead people once filled the river and even the river was congested. The river overflowed and surged up along the river, submerging the crops along the way. In which year specifically did this happen? It was obviously very far away, and the uncle of the Ma family who told this tragic scene had passed away long ago. For many years, the river has not stopped flowing. In the drought years, the land on both sides of the river has dried up, the green seedlings have withered, and the river has become very thin. Only a turbid current is left in the heart of the river, thin, muddy, and flowing tiredly.

This book is a collection of short stories by Ma Jinlian, a young Hui female writer born in the 1980s. It consists of 7 works including "Sewage and Pickled Cabbage in 1987". The writer draws creative inspiration from the northwest villages where he grew up and lived all year round. He uses simple and delicate brushwork to reproduce the life of ordinary Hui families in the 1980s and 1990s. He deeply depicts the Hui women and children, showing the family and family affection at that time, the hardship of survival and the generous and tolerant national character, showing the writer's profound humanistic care. The vivid and personalized language makes time flow through these details, reflecting the life side of a nation and the living conditions of civilians in Chinese society at that time.

I live in a small town in the northwest, a small and ethnic area, but in the face of uniform urbanization, this small town is not immune. In late December, the streets were filled with the smell of Christmas. It was overwhelming and seemed to be pushing a deformed and inflated carnival to the extreme. Even my daughter, who is in elementary school, pestered me for money to buy apples for her teachers and good friends. I began to think about the apple that suddenly doubled in value and the deeper things hidden behind it. I also liked to stand outside the store and look at the fresh decorations in the window, while chewing and savoring this strange and weird feeling for a long time. I once saw a report in a newspaper. Two young people who went to work in the city were standing in a workshop that produced Christmas gifts. They were tightly wrapped and enclosed. Amidst the foam flying in the sky and the dirty workshop environment, they faced boring fake apples and colorful ornaments. One of the girls wore a red Santa Claus hat and stood helplessly facing the camera.

Horsefish are not "crazy tooth" people. Ma Yu is a wilted egg, not to mention the boss of Crazy Ya, even the most insignificant minions are not willing to look at him seriously. He has no body, no courage, and such a wilted temper. He is completely different from Crazy Ya. However, Ma Yu still got involved with Crazy Ya. Because he and Feng Ya are fellow villagers. They all came from Qingcaogou, and the older generation still have distant relatives. During the winter and summer vacations, they returned to Qingcaogou. Feng Ya often ran into Ma Yu's father. The old man would always hold Feng Ya's hand and say, "My Niu Wazi, I want you to take more care of me. You know, Niu Wazi is an honest boy and gets bullied wherever he goes." The old man said it very sincerely, and he was completely sincere in his trust. Feng Ya nodded casually, and Quan agreed. Niuwazi is the nickname of horse fish.

Kerim watched his mother walk out of the door step by step. The mother's expression was strange. She was basically half-walking, half-stepping back, moving step by step. He looked around and moved to the gate, then turned back and looked doubtfully. He seemed to be checking to see what his son was doing and whether he showed any signs of getting up. Kerim didn't get up. Just before his mother turned around, he lowered his head, as if aware of it, and cast his gaze into an earthen jar, watching intently. Around me, the ground was filled with sunshine and warm. A few black ants were spinning in the sunshine, as if they were being burned by such a strong sun. They were dizzy and couldn't find their way home, so they were spinning around in a hurry. Kerim saw a large ant climb onto the jar and circle around the mouth of the jar.

This book is a collection of short stories and short stories by Ma Jinlian, including 10 novels such as "Embroidered Mandarin Duck", "Thumb and Little Thumb" and "Pear Blossom Snow". The author uses delicate writing style, concise and vivid modern Chinese language, and clever use of Xihaigu dialect and Hui language to describe the fate and emotions of the lower class people in rural areas in the west.

Before Su Mei left, she left a key and several cards and handed them to her mother-in-law. On Monday afternoon, she took advantage of the opportunity of picking up the children to teach Widow Tian how to memorize and use these things. Su Mei walked in front, and Widow Tian followed behind. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law went out from the gate of the community, crossed a road, and then turned a big left, which was the kindergarten. The First Kindergarten is the largest and best kindergarten in our city. Su Mei said. Widow Tian nodded to her daughter-in-law, she knew this. In the past few days, I have always heard my son and his wife talking about this matter. In order to enroll their baby in this kindergarten, they tried every means, begging for help, giving gifts, treating them to meals, and going through the back door. It sounded very complicated. Widow Tian didn't understand the rules at all. Fortunately, after the baby was put in, everyone felt at ease.

The "5·13" incident has passed, and time passes very slowly for me, as if it has stopped. I was immersed in a very bad mood and couldn't extricate myself. May has passed, June has passed, July, August, September and October have passed, but I still continue to have nightmares about the scene I saw that early in the morning. To be precise, the murder occurred at night, the night of May 13th. That night, our No. 1 Middle School Class 1 (3) was doing evening self-study with Teacher Wu tutoring us in mathematics. After the self-study, the day students picked up their schoolbags and went home, and I was among them. After I got home, I hid in my room and read a book unintentionally. I was lost in thought in front of the desk lamp for a while. I opened my diary and wanted to write something. I was confused and drew a few random strokes. Feeling tired, I climbed into bed and fell asleep.