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Breathing Ink Stains
Literature呼吸的墨迹
Northern Jiangsu
This book is a collection of prose by Anhui writer Su Bei, including more than 70 of his representative prose works written in recent years, such as "Shakespeare, Our Old Man Next Door", "Jia Baoyu's Willfulness" and "The Ink Blot of Breathing". The works cover a wide range of subjects, describing the local area, talking about friendship, and savoring life. The writing is elegant and the artistic conception is lofty. It is deeply inspired by Wang Zengqi's prose. It has a calm and honest style, which is uniquely charming.
This book is a collection of prose by Anhui writer Su Bei, including more than 70 of his representative prose works written in recent years, such as "Shakespeare, Our Old Man Next Door", "Jia Baoyu's Willfulness" and "The Ink Blot of Breathing". The works cover a wide range of subjects, describing the local area, talking about friendship, and savoring life. The writing is elegant and the artistic conception is lofty. It is deeply inspired by Wang Zengqi's prose. It has a calm and honest style, which is uniquely charming.

Wang Zengqi Gossip
Literature汪曾祺闲话
Northern Jiangsu
This book is a collection of essays, with pictures and texts. It records some past events of the writer Su Bei's relationship with Mr. Wang Zengqi for more than ten years, as well as some anecdotes in Mr. Wang Zengqi's life. From the perspective of a junior student, it depicts the image of a lovely, rigorous and broad-minded old man - Wang Zengqi.
This book is a collection of essays, with pictures and texts. It records some past events of the writer Su Bei's relationship with Mr. Wang Zengqi for more than ten years, as well as some anecdotes in Mr. Wang Zengqi's life. From the perspective of a junior student, it depicts the image of a lovely, rigorous and broad-minded old man - Wang Zengqi.

Flaw
General Fiction纰漏
Northern Jiangsu
I was left alone, looking at the wet rags rolled up on the bed. I have no intention of sleeping. My heart is empty, I don't know what is missing. It was raining outside. I leaned on the dirty quilt and sat on the bed in this strange warehouse. I held a long gun in my arms and listened to the sound of wind, rain and the chirping of autumn insects outside. I couldn't sleep, I was thinking all over the place. I was not wrong... Why am I so unlucky... I really got into trouble this time... I made such a big mistake... A mistake... As I thought about it, I felt very empty in my heart. I really missed home.
I was left alone, looking at the wet rags rolled up on the bed. I have no intention of sleeping. My heart is empty, I don't know what is missing. It was raining outside. I leaned on the dirty quilt and sat on the bed in this strange warehouse. I held a long gun in my arms and listened to the sound of wind, rain and the chirping of autumn insects outside. I couldn't sleep, I was thinking all over the place. I was not wrong... Why am I so unlucky... I really got into trouble this time... I made such a big mistake... A mistake... As I thought about it, I felt very empty in my heart. I really missed home.