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A Tibetan knife modified from a bayonet, one elbow long, like an ice pick, shining with cold light, it looks very delicate, as if it has been made with a lot of effort. When you bought that knife, I was sleeping in my balcony greenhouse. When I woke up, you were already standing in front of me. Like a victorious hero, you proudly and proudly held the shining knife in front of me, narrowed your eyes, and said with a smile, I finally have a good knife. I nodded and said nothing because I wasn't completely awake yet. After a few minutes, you added, "I bought a knife. Look, it's beautiful, isn't it? But I don't know what it is used for." I rubbed my sleepy eyes and threw it to you casually, "It's for eating meat." You chuckled, nodded repeatedly, hung the knife solemnly on your waist, and patted it.

Mute Anan finally found a woman at the age of thirty-five. But before I had a woman's company for two years, I was back to the past. The difference is that there are two more children around him who have no blood relationship with him. This incident spread like wildfire in the village, like the windy season on the plateau, which lasted all winter and spring. I thought Anan was just mute, but it seems he is still a fool. But his stupidity is completely different from others. He is not stupid at all, he is just kinder than others.

In order to prosper Tibetan literature, cultivate a literary creative team, and allow readers at home and abroad to better understand Tibetan literature and authors, this editorial department has successively promoted the works of a group of authors active in the Tibetan literary world in the form of columns, accompanied by the authors' creative talks and comments, in a three-dimensional manner. The first issue is launched by the young Tibetan author Bandan. He is a particularly diligent person, a person who has made great achievements in translation, a person who writes in both Tibetan and Chinese languages, and a person who regards literature as building a spiritual home. In today's society, there are very few people who are so dedicated to literature. This issue includes his novels "The Stars Fell For Whom", "Crying in the Sun", and "Facing Death, Do You Still Want to Sing?" >>Organized a column.