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"Beili Zhi" is a collection of Chinese classical Chinese notes compiled by Sun Qi in the Tang Dynasty. The book records the life of geishas in Kangli, Beiping, Chang'an (today's Xi'an, Shaanxi) before Zhonghe (the reign name of Emperor Xizong of Tang Dynasty). Beili is Pingkangli in Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty, where the singers lived. The servants and horses are luxurious, and the banquets and excursions are luxurious. Hence the name "Beili Zhi". The book reflects one aspect of the life of the scholars at that time, and a few entries also reflect the pain and pursuit of love of the singers. It also preserves some poetic works of scribes and singers, which were collected by later compilers of Tang poetry. It provides a lot of material for us to understand the status of the street singer industry in the Tang Dynasty and the style of scholars and poetry at the end of the Tang Dynasty. Through the narrative in the book, we can examine the life of citizens in Kyoto during the Tang Dynasty, which has certain historical value.

The rising sun is higher than the top of Jiejin Mountain, the dark blue Heilongjiang is filled with sparkling waves, and the earth is gradually becoming warm. Fu Zhanxiang stood at the bow of the boat, but his cold body felt no warmth. On Jiejin Mountain on the right bank of Heilongjiang, all the mature trees had been cut down long ago. In Fu Zhanxiang's memory, it seemed that in the blink of an eye, only a few low shrubs were left on the once dense mountains. Due to lack of rain, the branches and leaves were withered and covered with dust. At the foot of the mountain is the fishing village of Hezhe, where he lives, with rows of low adobe houses facing the Lianhua River. The accountant of the production team carried the gong and led him to the entrance of the village. He suffered from the sequelae of polio and went up to the large protruding stone lid at the mouth of the Heilongjiang River and the Lianhua River. The production team accountant sounded the gong to call it a day.

The sky was covered with blue silk, and groups of white horses were grazing leisurely. I followed my father out of the gate and went to my grandma's house. According to the household registration book, my father is the head of the household, but my grandma is the head of the household, so I have to say that my grandma is the head of the household. After breakfast, my father threw the lot formed by folding two small slips of paper onto the dining table and flicked the thick end of his chopsticks toward the table. "Sons, it all depends on your luck." My father tried another trick to send one of my brother and me to my grandmother's house. My brother's hands were trembling and he drew them behind his back. My brother and I treat my grandma's house as a fence. My brother and I are hungry. It was noon, and my stomach was rumbling. I asked about milk, milk, and when to eat. My grandma said she would wait until my third aunt gets out of school to learn how to do it.

The snow-covered meadow is pure white. The house sparrow, unable to find food, landed on the water tower on the cross street, its neck curled up and its wings clamped. If I had had a powder gun at that time, I might have been able to save Brother Dzerzhinsky, and he would not have been regarded as mentally ill and locked up in a mental hospital with bars and lattice bars like a prison until his death. I still don't believe that Mr. Dzerzhinsky is a mental patient. Brother Dzerzhinsky said that the best way to kill someone is to make that person crazy. Someone wants to kill Mr. Dzerzhinsky. A long time has passed, and I have not forgotten Brother Dzerzhinsky. Old Hutou said that there are many things that will never be forgotten in this life. The old wall clock struck "ding-dang-dang". My old wall clock keeps running slowly, which also makes me fall behind time...

A small steamer from the Heilongjiang River Defense Fleet of the Puppetry of Manchukuo meanders up the Noro River. The sky is blue, the sun is high, and there is only a thin smoke-like cloud in the distant mountains. Hino Takeo, the major general of the mixed brigade stationed in Sanjiang Province in the Second Military District of the Puppet Manchukuo, stood on the front deck, wearing white gloves on both hands, holding a command knife that was hammered to the ground. The black soot from the chimney hung on his eyebrows and his small mustache. Hino Takeo's entourage, one is the colonel of the Sanjiang Provincial Guards of the Japanese Kwantung Army, one is a puppet Manchurian officer under his subordinates, the other is a military pigeon correspondent, and nine Japanese and Manchurian soldiers serving as guards are dozing tiredly in the cabin. At around 7 o'clock in the morning, they set off from Dong'an Town at the confluence of the Noro River and the Ussuri River and had been sailing continuously for more than four hours. Hino Takeo has been standing like this.

The most lively place in Harbin is Central Street. The entire street, which is more than two miles long, is paved with stones. Rectangular granites are placed at the smallest end. Sugar maple trees covered with darts are planted on the sidewalks on both sides. The lush branches and leaves hold hands tightly in mid-air. The gaps in the leaves are like a dense mesh sieve. The sunlight is leaked into fine sand and sprinkled on the road with staggered grooves. The city has many stone paths. When the stone is hard, the road will also be hard. I think Central Street is the only one that is soft. Its northern end is next to the Songhua River, and the water is soft. On both sides of those stone streets were all the public offices with serious faces, this bureau, that committee, and on Central Street, the whole street was open for business. In addition to big department stores, there were also small shops specializing in accordions, cultural and educational supplies, and knitting balls. Especially the one selling vinyl records, which only had a cramped business room.