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Legend of Kowloon
Realistic Fiction九龙传奇图
Song Of Da Qin
The two of them left the backyard bar one after another. There was no conversation along the way. The girl walked in front without looking back. She just kept walking forward, seemingly without purpose.
The two of them left the backyard bar one after another. There was no conversation along the way. The girl walked in front without looking back. She just kept walking forward, seemingly without purpose.

Grandpa's Nickname is the Scorpion King
Short Fiction爷爷外号蝎子王
Song Of Da Qin
At noon one day in late autumn, Huayang County looked extremely desolate and desolate under the autumn wind. The sound of forging iron could be heard from a blacksmith shop in the east of the city, making the entire county seem quite empty and peaceful. He was walking towards the blacksmith shop with nervous but loose steps, his piercing eyes radiating the flame of hatred and the confidence of revenge. He was wearing a very shabby baggy dress, black clothes and black trousers, and his whole body was filled with a gloomy and desolate feeling like the autumn wind. This man in black is my grandfather. At this moment, he only has one thought in his mind, which is to avenge my grandmother's tragic death, make my grandmother's murderers disappear from this world forever, and use their heads to comfort my grandmother's spirit in heaven.
At noon one day in late autumn, Huayang County looked extremely desolate and desolate under the autumn wind. The sound of forging iron could be heard from a blacksmith shop in the east of the city, making the entire county seem quite empty and peaceful. He was walking towards the blacksmith shop with nervous but loose steps, his piercing eyes radiating the flame of hatred and the confidence of revenge. He was wearing a very shabby baggy dress, black clothes and black trousers, and his whole body was filled with a gloomy and desolate feeling like the autumn wind. This man in black is my grandfather. At this moment, he only has one thought in his mind, which is to avenge my grandmother's tragic death, make my grandmother's murderers disappear from this world forever, and use their heads to comfort my grandmother's spirit in heaven.

Grandma's Red Vest
Short Fiction奶奶的红马甲
Song Of Da Qin
When his father was suppressing bandits, he tore open the front of the bandits' clothes and saw a bright red vest. This red vest was deeply hidden in his father's memory and never disappeared during his growing up years. Now when this red vest appeared in front of his eyes, he couldn't help but think back to his mother, my grandma.
When his father was suppressing bandits, he tore open the front of the bandits' clothes and saw a bright red vest. This red vest was deeply hidden in his father's memory and never disappeared during his growing up years. Now when this red vest appeared in front of his eyes, he couldn't help but think back to his mother, my grandma.

The Days When I Was Working in Beijing
Short Fiction我在北京打工的日子
Song Of Da Qin
From ten o'clock in the morning, I took the subway to the Chongwenmen Street Free Labor Market, carrying a small red envelope I bought when I left the army, and stood among the many men and women who came to Beijing to work and were waiting for their bosses to visit me on Chongwenmen Street. To be honest, I am unfamiliar with everything here and it is difficult to adapt to it, but I have no choice. In order to find a job that can support myself, my most practical need is to have a place to stand in Beijing, a place I am unfamiliar with. I am proud of being a veteran and full of hope for my destiny in Beijing. I only have a small red envelope. When I retire, I pack all the other luggage and send it back to my hometown. I plan to travel light, find a job in Beijing, and then pursue development.
From ten o'clock in the morning, I took the subway to the Chongwenmen Street Free Labor Market, carrying a small red envelope I bought when I left the army, and stood among the many men and women who came to Beijing to work and were waiting for their bosses to visit me on Chongwenmen Street. To be honest, I am unfamiliar with everything here and it is difficult to adapt to it, but I have no choice. In order to find a job that can support myself, my most practical need is to have a place to stand in Beijing, a place I am unfamiliar with. I am proud of being a veteran and full of hope for my destiny in Beijing. I only have a small red envelope. When I retire, I pack all the other luggage and send it back to my hometown. I plan to travel light, find a job in Beijing, and then pursue development.

Gung Ho Road
Military工合之路
Song Of Da Qin
The panoramic view shows a graduate of the University of Cambridge in the United Kingdom who came to China at the age of 23 and devoted himself to the raging Anti-Japanese War. He participated in the industrial cooperative movement rising across the country in Baoji, Shaanxi. He lived, worked, tempered and collided in a key town in the northwest. He overcame various difficulties and contributed his youthful years as an internationalist warrior to the torrent of the Anti-Japanese War in China.
The panoramic view shows a graduate of the University of Cambridge in the United Kingdom who came to China at the age of 23 and devoted himself to the raging Anti-Japanese War. He participated in the industrial cooperative movement rising across the country in Baoji, Shaanxi. He lived, worked, tempered and collided in a key town in the northwest. He overcame various difficulties and contributed his youthful years as an internationalist warrior to the torrent of the Anti-Japanese War in China.

Translucent Dream
Short Fiction半透明的梦
Song Of Da Qin
Every time I dream about my grandmother, she always maintains her majesty and irresistibility towards me, which is completely opposite to my fantasy of longing for her affectionate touch. Despite this, my grandma's majesty and pride still make me feel her firmness and greatness, and my respect and admiration for her become stronger in my mind. If this feeling had a certain subjective color for me as a boy, then as an adult, my feelings for my grandmother were full of strong rationality, because at this time I had used the cultural accomplishments of modern youth and combined with the background of my grandmother's era and her personal life experience to understand her in an all-round way.
Every time I dream about my grandmother, she always maintains her majesty and irresistibility towards me, which is completely opposite to my fantasy of longing for her affectionate touch. Despite this, my grandma's majesty and pride still make me feel her firmness and greatness, and my respect and admiration for her become stronger in my mind. If this feeling had a certain subjective color for me as a boy, then as an adult, my feelings for my grandmother were full of strong rationality, because at this time I had used the cultural accomplishments of modern youth and combined with the background of my grandmother's era and her personal life experience to understand her in an all-round way.