Library

Ruoyun stood at the end of the queue, waiting to change her boarding pass. The plane ticket turned out to be a piece of blue tissue paper like an invoice. She tucked it into her work ID for fear of tearing it. Although there were many people in the hall, it was not noisy. It was still dark, and people stared at the windows with sleepy eyes or looked at each other indifferently. Another car stopped at the door. Ruoyun heard the sound of brakes coming from the dark and cold air. After a while, a man and a woman walked in. The man put down his luggage, turned around and said to the woman: Go back. The woman stood, handed the bag of fruits to the man, and said: I wish you a safe journey.

After the white dew, Taoshu, who was over fifty years old, dreamed back to her childhood for three consecutive nights. Dreams with such a long span were rare for her. In the past, she always had some regular dreams, the kind of things she thought about day and night. For example, if you talk to someone about traveling during the day, you dream about being on a train at night, watch a police movie during the day, and dream about chasing thieves in a car at night... It's reasonable and has a source. But the dreams of these three nights were completely different. Some distant and unfamiliar scenes flooded into the dream, and some distant and unfamiliar characters appeared one after another. She even smelled the fishy smell of the canal water, and there was a hint of intimacy in the smell. She almost wanted to grab a handful with both hands and drink it...

Retired general Ou Zhanjun held a family meeting after learning that his third daughter had an affair and was getting divorced, and the supermarket run by his youngest son was closed down. The meeting broke up unhappily, and Ou Zhanjun suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and died. The Ou family fell into chaos. The taciturn mother Bai Xuemei finally spoke up and told the true story of the group of female soldiers who entered Tibet fifty years ago, solving the mystery of their lives that lingered in the hearts of their six children. Half a century of intertwined time and space, the huge gap in the living environment and concepts of three generations, the magnificent and strange natural scenery on the roof of the world, and the distant pure and touching love hymn roaring on the female soldiers entering Tibet constitute a colorful picture of the times...

Lao Zheng is a very quiet person. Sometimes you can't hear a word from him all day long. Sometimes you are lucky enough to hear him say something, right? Or, oh. The same thing happened when I got home. My wife said, Lao Zheng, the water pipe in the toilet is leaking. Lao Zheng said, right? My wife said, I called twice, but no one from your management department came. Lao Zheng said, right? My wife said, go to their office at work tomorrow and watch them send people. Lao Zheng said, OK. Very concise. But Lao Zheng's wife was a talkative person. In order not to die of boredom, she had to stay outside often, extend the time for grocery shopping, and talk to the vegetable vendors about tomatoes, cucumbers, potatoes, etc., And then relay the story to Lao Zheng when she came back. Colleagues who have worked with Lao Zheng for a long time all say the same thing about Lao Zheng: This person is a boring gourd. Those who like to ridicule say that Comrade Lao Zheng has made an indelible contribution to reducing noise on our planet.

A story about Tibetan female soldiers. Generally speaking, I have no feelings about music. Maybe I will shed tears for a certain song, or I will be stuck in the past for a certain melody and have emotional fluctuations. But I will definitely not buy high-end speakers at home like an audiophile and listen professionally from every corner. Nor will I wear an evening dress and sit solemnly in a concert hall to listen. Why spend that money? I usually let the music enter my eardrums or enter my state of mind very casually. But something unexpected happened that day. When I saw the news in the local evening newspaper that the Hubei Opera House was coming to the city to perform the large-scale opera "Red Guards of Honghu Lake", I immediately became excited and immediately booked a ticket according to the booking phone number provided in the newspaper. 360 Yuan is not too expensive for me. A person must do such outrageous things several times in his life, otherwise his life will be in vain. This is how I explain my behavior.

Female lawyer Ouyang Mingming has taken on countless cases, but Li Xiaopu and Li Xiaotong in "Justified" are the clients who give her the most mixed feelings. Two brothers who went to deliver goods abroad encountered a rogue company. The younger brother, Li Xiaotong, took excessive measures to save his older brother and was sentenced to prison. The female lawyer defended the case on probation, but what happened next was unexpected. The legitimate defender sadly became a second murderer... Where will the female lawyer's sense of mission go? Does the final defense focus on meaning or results? How will the life of the demobilized cadre who was inexplicably caught up in "corruption" due to hospitality payments in "Innocent Defense" continue? Qiu Shanshan, a famous military writer, has published more than 4 million words of various literary works. He has won the Lu Xun Literature Award, the People's Liberation Army Literature and Art Award, and the Bing Xin Prose Award. The representative work "I'm Waiting for You in Heaven" is a tragic heroic hymn on the snow-covered plateau, which received an overwhelming response. The drama of the same name adapted from the novel has won almost all important domestic drama awards. The novel "Spring Grass" is called the "Chinese version of "Axin"" and has become an advanced Chinese textbook at The Ohio State University in the United States.

Maybe you can't look back on the journey of life you've passed. Even if you look back, you won't be able to find any traces of that time. The inn was renovated, travelers became more and more beautiful, and Xiao Qiao became old. Old Qiao also has to move forward!

Ran Shike followed his mother and walked up the mountain. The rain was still falling. Although it was not heavy, it could not last long and soaked a mountain road to pieces. Even though he specially changed into a pair of sneakers, he still slipped a few times and his calves couldn't help but feel tight. He glanced at his mother who was walking in front, holding a large woven bag in her hand. Her legs bumped as she walked, but she was still very steady. This made him embarrassed. It seemed that he had indeed stayed in the city for too long, and that he no longer knew how to walk on mountain roads. Mother suddenly said, take out the umbrella and open it. He said it was even harder to walk with an umbrella. My mother said unhappily that my head would itch when it rained without an umbrella, and I had only been bathing for two days. Ran Shike realized that it was his mother who needed an umbrella. He didn't dare to disobey anymore. He insisted on going to the mountain to sweep the tomb today. His mother said that it was neither a memorial day nor Qingming Festival, so what kind of tomb could he be sweeping? He said that he finally had time to return to his hometown, so he had to pay homage to his father.

This is a rare documentary prose. For those who have experienced that disaster, it can touch your most concentrated and sensitive memory of love and death; for those who have not experienced this disaster, the stories and scenes are extremely shocking; for rescue workers, it provides a lot of useful experience and knowledge, and is an excellent disaster relief book.

When he walked into the community, he immediately heard the sound of the piano, harmonica, and "Thousands of Miles Away". His heart was full of joy and he smiled to himself. Hey, I have been worried for a long time. It is very likely that Wu Qiuming is staying at home. She just doesn't want to be disturbed and wants to be alone and quiet. But when I walked upstairs and rang the doorbell, no one answered. The sound of the piano also disappeared, and it was extremely quiet, not even Tangtang's bark. He called her cell phone again, but it was still turned off. Where did that sound of the piano come from just now? Could it be that something happened? A woman living alone will also make people guess like this. Ma Xiaoyu went to the gate of the community to ask the property management, who said that she had gone out and entrusted Tangtang to them. Ma Xiaoyu asked how long he would be out, but the property management couldn't tell him. In this way, her disappearance was to avoid him.

After the white dew, Taoshu dreamed back to her childhood for three consecutive nights. Dreams with such a long span were rare for her. In the past, she always had some regular dreams, the kind of dreams that made her think about something day and night. For example, if you talk to someone about traveling during the day, you dream about being on a train at night, watch a police movie during the day, and dream about chasing thieves in a car at night... It's reasonable and has a source. But the dreams of these three nights were completely different. Some distant and unfamiliar scenes poured into the dream, and some distant and unfamiliar characters appeared one after another. She even smelled the fishy smell of the canal water, and there was a hint of intimacy in the smell. She almost wanted to grab a handful with both hands and drink it...

Two white-collar girls in the city, Rhodiola, who is young, has a good family, and has no goals or direction in life, decides to go to Tibet for the vague love on the Internet and to get rid of the paleness of her current life. Lan Tianlan, who is swinging between two possible lives of a lover in far away Tibet and a pursuer in the city, goes to Tibet in order to give herself a choice. There is also Lao Huang, a veteran soldier who has been in Tibet for decades, and a Shanghai white-collar man and gangster who cannot understand that his girlfriend resigned to support Tibet but is unwilling to lose her love...

The rain came hard and suddenly. Almost instantly, the sky and the earth were soaked, and the city was soaked in water. Pedestrians on the street disappeared quickly, and cars passed by at high speed, as if they were afraid that if they stopped, they would be floated up and washed away by the accumulated water. The street lights flickered on and off in the rain, like the light of another world, which was a bit strange. It was after eight o'clock in the evening, and some guests who had just finished their meal and were about to leave were blocked at the entrance of the hotel. At this time, taxis become Noah's Ark, and those who are not lucky should not expect to take them. Of course, those who came by car did not care and prepared their own ark to escape. I feel sorry for the many people who didn't even bring an umbrella, not to mention cars, and could only wait for the rain to stop. Some people started calling family and friends for help. There are also some people who stand there and complain in vain. Complaining to God is useless and harmless anyway.

When Fang Xin was standing on the street waiting for the bus, she seemed to hear someone calling her. She looked up and saw no one, but unexpectedly met the tree under the sky. That's the tree in April. After Fang Xin and Shu smiled at each other, they felt much better. Every spring, Fang Xin will be happy because of the trees. But she only told A Ming about this, and A Ming said she was pretentious. A Ming, Fang Xin's boyfriend. Just now in the office, her boss asked her to go to a banquet with him in the evening and asked her to dress up beautifully. Fang Xin was unhappy. She was not willing to go out with her boss in the first place, but her boss actually explicitly instructed her to dress up, turning an originally happy thing into a task. She said to herself, why do you have to say this? You just need to tell me that the dinner tonight is very important, and I will dress up myself. I'm not mentally retarded. When you say this, you seem to treat me as a dish at a banquet, to be served for others to taste. Bother!

On the weekend night, I was invited by a friend to watch the Peking Opera "The Female Generals of the Yang Family". The China Peking Opera Theater came to Chengdu to perform. I rarely do casual things, so there must be a reason for a person who doesn't understand Peking Opera to go watch Peking Opera. Firstly, it's arty. Think about it, it's the quintessence of the country. As a cultural person, I should be interested in it; secondly, I miss my lost youth.

The works included in this book mainly include: I fly, I fly, I fly, A short journey, Initial impressions, Walking on campus in the United States, Encountering a heavy snowfall, Coming to Columbus in the spring, Visiting the Chinese Bridge Competition in person, etc.

"Cold Days and Warm Days" is a collection of Qiu Shanshan's prose works. His works have won the Lu Xun Literature Award, the Chinese People's Liberation Army Literature and Art Award, the Bing Xin Prose Award, the Sichuan Provincial Literature Award, the Bashu Literature and Art Award, the "Novel Monthly" Hundred Flowers Award, and the Xia Yan Film and Literature Script Award. He is currently the chief editor of the Chengdu Military Region's "Southwestern Military Literature". "Cold Days and Warm Days" includes works such as "Digital Decisions", "Lagging Life", "My Teaching Career", "A Child Returns from a Far Away", and "Coughing Loudly".

On the weekend night, I was invited by a friend to watch the Peking Opera "The Female Generals of the Yang Family". The China Peking Opera Theater came to Chengdu to perform. I rarely do casual things, so there must be a reason for a person who doesn't understand Peking Opera to go watch Peking Opera. Firstly, it's arty. Think about it, it's the quintessence of the country. As a cultural person, I should be interested in it; secondly, I miss my lost youth. The first one goes without saying, everyone can understand it at a glance. Literary men will inevitably do arty things. The second one is a bit ambiguous. If there is ambiguity, there will be articles. I confess.

I have been to Shigatse many times, but never to Zhangmu. Perhaps the fate between me and Zhangmu has been buried deep in the years and will not be revealed until today. Zhangmu is a small town on the border between China and Nepal and a trading port with a long history. The altitude is only 2,300 meters, with green mountains and green waters, completely unlike the Tibetan Plateau. So as soon as I arrived at Zhangmu, my breathing became smoother and my mind became clearer. No wonder the top officer of the Zhangmu Border Guard Company told me that we are very happy here. The happiness he talks about is relative to the Gangba Camp where he was originally located, which is 4,700 meters above sea level and is a completely unsuitable world for human survival.

"The Past in the Drizzle" selects the prose of "Lu Prize" winner Qiu Shanshan, and is divided into five series: "The Road to the Bookstore", "Life Fragments", "A Woman's Name", "Family Portrait" and "Eight Thousand Miles of Clouds and Moon". It comprehensively reflects the writer's family, writing, friendship, thinking and optimistic and keen mind. It is a summary work that looks back on the past and leads to the future.

Generally speaking, I have no feelings about music. Maybe I will shed tears for a certain song, or I will be stuck in the past for a certain melody and have emotional fluctuations. But I will definitely not buy high-end speakers at home like an audiophile and listen professionally from every corner. Nor will I wear an evening dress and sit solemnly in a concert hall to listen. Why spend that money? I usually let the music enter my eardrums or enter my state of mind very casually. But something unexpected happened that day. When I saw the news in the local evening newspaper that the Hubei Opera House was coming to the city to perform the large-scale opera "Red Guards of Honghu Lake", I immediately became excited and immediately booked a ticket according to the booking phone number provided in the newspaper. 360 Yuan is not too expensive for me. A person must do such outrageous things several times in his life, otherwise his life will be in vain. This is how I explain my behavior.

Spring Grass tells the story of the struggle of an ordinary rural woman. In an era of change, in whose hands is man's destiny really in his hands? Chun Cao answered this question with her own youthful attitude and hard work. No matter how many dangers and difficulties there are on the road of struggle, she will go on firmly. What is valuable about her is that she wants to be the master of her own destiny.

Even I have a hard time explaining what it is about that land that attracts me. When I suddenly flew from the perennially gray and gloomy sky in Chengdu into the sunshine of the plateau, when I stepped off the plane and saw the familiar blue sky, and breathed in the cool but extremely fresh air, I knew that I had been longing to see it again. I couldn't help but open my whole body and mind and say to it: Hello, Tibet! The magical plateau stood in front of me with an eternal desolation. This desolation contains a power that is difficult for humans to conquer, and a mystery that I cannot understand and enter. Under the vast sky, the ratio of people to land has undergone fundamental changes. The sky and the earth always meet at the end of the sight, showing a true sense of vastness and desolation.

At 7 o'clock this morning, the police received a report that a dead woman was found in the underground garage of Century Garden. When the police arrived at the scene, they found that the deceased's body was stiff and he was estimated to have been dead for more than five hours. Because the deceased was murdered in his own parking space, the parking space was in a blind corner of the garage. It was not discovered until this morning: an owner of a neighboring community drove to work and saw the deceased lying sprawled on the ground with blood flowing everywhere. He was so frightened that he lost his mind. My voice was still trembling when I called the police. Judging from the situation when she fell to the ground, it seemed that she was attacked just as she was about to open the car door. The car keys fell next to the body and were stuck with blood.

The work embodies the vicissitudes of life, seemingly unintentionally but deliberately. It uses true, delicate, calm and peaceful language to review the past years of "my" childhood with my family, friends and classmates in several parts. It is slow, slow and full of aftertaste. The work continues the author's simple and steady writing style, with rich inner descriptions and an O. Henry-style ending. It uses prose and humorous writing to tell the daily lives of ordinary people, writes warm humanity, and reflects the quiet and sad living conditions and social memories of a generation.

"Out of Control" is a collection of novels, including recent novellas "Out of Control", "Cao Dewan Goes Out to Find Love", "Garcia's Stone", "Adjust Breathing", "Brine to Order Tofu", "Listen to a Widow" and other short and medium-length novels published in major publications, including Lu Xun Literature Award winner Qiu Shanshan's novella "Water and Sky One Color". These works have broad themes, diverse styles, focus on reality, and demonstrate a writer's skillful creative ability.

This book is based on the deeds of several generations of Chengdu Institute of Biology, Chinese Academy of Sciences, who have devoted themselves to the research of amphibians and reptiles in China for decades. It unfolds a narrative around three generations of amphibian and reptile scientists represented by Fei Liang and Ye Changyuan, describing the difficult and long process of amphibians and reptiles research in my country from blank to fruitful. The author conducts in-depth interviews and combines a large amount of information to present the complex real-life background, numerous events, and the efforts of several generations of scientists scene by scene, like a documentary before readers. The work is sincere and embodies the scientists' endless exploration of unknown truths and the spirit of silent dedication.

Retired general Ou Zhanjun held a family meeting after learning that his third daughter had an affair and was getting divorced, and the supermarket run by his youngest son was closed down. The meeting broke up unhappily, and Ou Zhanjun suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and died. The Ou family fell into chaos. The taciturn mother Bai Xuemei finally spoke up and told the true story of the group of female soldiers who entered Tibet fifty years ago, solving the mystery of their lives that lingered in the hearts of their six children.