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After the reform and opening up, China's publishing industry has achieved remarkable results and has become an important part of the great achievements of building socialism with Chinese characteristics. The author joined the publishing house in 1985 and participated in the construction of the publishing industry after my country's reform and opening up. He also witnessed the great changes in the publishing industry as it moved towards the market and the world and promoted contemporary social changes. This book contains more than 30 various articles written by the author about publishing work, including a review and review of the publishing process, an analysis and summary of publishing work, a pursuit and reflection on career and mission, and records and memories of interactions with the author, mentors and friends. The article contains observations and cases, reflecting the author's long-term experience and thinking in publishing work, and presents from some aspects the historical imprint of the development of the publishing industry under the historical torrent of reform and opening up.

In the glacier valley, the dusk is slightly cool, peach blossoms are everywhere, and thousands of lights are in a trance. Ruo Xue died of cherry blossoms, carrying out the work of heaven, and her beauty is unparalleled. When the rain passes through the hills, my heart feels like water has stopped, and I am laughing all day long. The sword energy is sharp, the personnel changes, and there is a smile beside the maple pond. Feeling like home, with a pot of sake, let your wandering heart wander. It is shallow and clear, and I look down upon it when I see it in Mijin Pavilion, as proud as before. Reminiscing about leaving and thinking more and more, the spring water beside the stream jingles, and the magnetic sound echoes around the beams. Dust and dirt, ruins and broken walls, where is the former magnificent hall? Thousands of miles across the country, there is love and hatred, and Young Master Han Po is also the king. Tender as water, light in fat and light in pink, breaking through the dust and sinking in the rain, Lingwei. There is no scene in Mijin, the phantom is like silk, and the charming light is intimidating. I can't remember the past at night, I am so crazy, and I am finally defeated by acupuncture and moxibustion. The fallen leaves of Mingyin seem to be heartless, but in fact there is hatred. Leng Ruoyunxi, ink shadow and peach clothes fluttering, Yi Ying finally turned into a demon.