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This book aims to make a comprehensive study of Louis Erdrich's novels from the perspective of social ecology. It consists of seven parts: introduction, brief description of social ecology, care, equality, harmony, and self-confidence.

A festival is like a person, it has a story and a few poems. This book is an appreciation book of classical poetry with a clear theme and bright style. Taking traditional Chinese festivals as the basis and classic poems from past dynasties as the weft, it talks about the vicissitudes of human affairs in ancient and modern times. The work inherits the author's previous clear and elegant style, and will lead readers to follow the gentle and graceful trajectory of classical poetry into the garden of traditional Chinese culture, and experience the smell of fireworks and the prosperous beauty of traditional Chinese festivals.

The poetry collection "Why Not Scream" mainly contains my poems from 2005 to 2013, a total of 125 poems, one-half of which have been published in professional literary journals such as "Poetry Magazine", "Poetry", and "Yellow River Literature". My works cannot be said to be like Jia Dao's "two sentences are produced in three years, and one sentence is recited and two tears are shed", but I am also writing seriously. I am a serious person and I always have a reverence for words. Of course, as for the poetic flavor and height of the poems, they are limited to what I can do.

The eldest sister had just turned 20 that year, and her father said, "The girl is too old to keep her. Let's wear a big red flower and get married." The eldest sister got married. On the day of the arrival of the new suitcase, many tables were set up in the yard. My father killed a pig and two sheep, saying that he wanted to live a more honorable life. As soon as everyone was happy, a few guys played two erhus and a small drum and started playing and beating. It started with "Fish can't live without water, melons can't live without seedlings", and then "We're walking on the road". Later, the people carrying the pot and passing the wine ran to those people frequently. As soon as those people got drunk and became brave, they said, "Fuck me, you are walking on the water, don't miss your brother's waist..." Someone in the crowd shouted at the top of their lungs and sang the little tunes and meihu at the top of their lungs.

All the immortals gathered together and moved up the valley and ascended the road. Flesh and blood are replaced, and the mortal body is gone. Whose young man is under the eaves, with his eyebrows lowered and his head lowered, thinking about economic matters? But he saw that he was wearing only a single piece of clothing, and his writing and ink were nothing but dried sweet potatoes. Strange things happened in remote places, and a myth and legend about a poor scholar who abandoned Confucianism and became a Taoist. In a trance, the invisible reincarnation of the world...