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The sudden death of a loved one puts the entire burden of life on this woman's thin shoulders. The introduction of my best friend and the appearance of another man caused ripples to appear in my already scabbed heart. I thought that I would finally be favored by the God of Happiness again, but the unbearable relationship between my best friend and the man once again caused serious physical and mental damage to the woman... Life is not as colorful as "Farewell My Concubine", but she still laments "I am so worried, I am so helpless".

The night before the Waking of Insects, a thick and thin voice calling "Xiao Qian" in the wild sounded for most of the night. The rain started falling in the latter part of the night. At first it knocked casually on the iron eaves on the door lintel, but gradually it became denser and formed a fierce formation of horse hooves. There was only one three-finger-thick candle burning in the entire warehouse. The candle flame was blown by the wind that squeezed in through the crack in the door, and cast layers of mottled shadows on the roof and floor. Two snoring sounds floated above the continuous sound of rain. Old Han woke up and listened for a while before falling asleep again. The process of trudging out of a deep dream was a bit long. For a while, his mind seemed to be floating, and he saw the sky lightening little by little. Although it was slower, it was obviously past the time to wake up on weekdays. His mind told him who was still sleeping, not to be deceived by the rain-washed sky, but his body still couldn't break free from the dream.

"Talking to the Peacock" selects 12 short stories written by Wang Yun in recent years. They keenly capture the ruptures and difficulties of traditional culture in the current context and changing times, as well as the wandering and impetuousness of modern multiculturalism entangled in complex life. With a critical eye and compassionate feelings, they write about the subtle mentality and spiritual situation of people in the period of social transformation. The author uses concise and exquisite words to complete the aesthetic gaze on Chinese traditional culture time and time again. This gaze is both a tribute and a struggle against reality; it is both a look back and a reflection on the future. In a calm and composed style, the author draws a portrait of contemporary people in the swing of their origins and destinations, and explores the inner basis of contemporary people's spirit and life.

About the author: Wang Yun, member of the Chinese Writers Association. So far, nearly two million words of prose and novels have been published and reprinted in "Selected Novels", "People's Literature", "Xinhua Digest", "Chinese Writers", "Youth Literature", "Novel Monthly", etc. Some of his works have been selected into more than 30 anthologies, including "21st Century Annual Novel Selection 2010 Short Stories", "2010 Chinese Short Story Annual Selection", and "2003 China's Best Short Stories". He has published prose collections such as "Chu Feng Traveling Through History", "Emotional Expressions Close to the Wind", "Experiencing Extraordinary Beauty", "Purity and Beauty", etc. The 7th, 8th and 9th contracted writers of Hubei Provincial Writers Association Academy of Literature. There was a clanking atmosphere in the air that day.

This book is a collection of cultural essays. It includes what the author saw, thought, and felt during his work exchange in Minnesota, including his understanding of community colleges, joy at the expo, and surprises at the museum trip. It also combs and introduces the humanities, geography, and history of Minnesota, presenting part of the face of Minnesota and providing information for readers to further understand and understand Minnesota. The book also contains the author's insights on life and life, as well as cultural reflections after observing foreign cultures.

Touch and comprehend life through reading, and seek and discover poetry in life. Like every intellectual woman, the young female writer Wang Yun sets out from her hometown on paper and spirit. She sings in a boat, and the sound of oar is heard. She is a low-flying red dragonfly among the lotus leaves in the fields, bringing bright spring in her mouth and dragging by the hot summer. This is the third collection of essays by the young essayist Wang Yun. It selects 60 exquisite essays by the author, including the Bingxin Prose Award-winning works. This collection of prose essays is about reading and life. It not only contains the connection of voices and souls that cannot be extricated from the book, but also contains the authentic records of the trivial life in the world. Facing the sun, all the chapters are interconnected with the flesh and blood of the soul, and the brilliance of thoughts often shines. In the author's writing, there is a touch of sadness, a strong bookish atmosphere, and a decisive posture of flying low to the earth, but what flies past is a poetic touch of burning clouds.

Is an accidental encounter an intentional arrangement of fate or a difficult choice of human nature? He has a lovely daughter, sweet love, and a successful career, but Yao Qishun has been secretly engaged in drug trafficking. The joke of fate finally happened to him: his daughter was framed and became addicted to drugs, his friend cooperated with him and ended up in jail, and his beautiful love had to stop in front of happiness... He finally had to repent of his soul before heaven. Thousands of poisoned lives have been woven into the poisonous chain of his destiny, which cannot be escaped or broken.

When the man was caught, he argued that he didn't think anything of it, he was just angry and wanted to lock up the child for a few days to make Song Qingya anxious and let her be punished. The woman grabbed the policeman and refused to let go, saying that it was all her fault, that she had lost her mind and let the man do this because the pain of seeing her father seriously ill and unable to be treated was too intense. This time, Song Qingya did not hesitate and resolutely asked Mijashan to come forward and ask the police to let the man go. She said it was all her fault because she failed to protect Misu. The old man died the day after he returned home, and the night before Misu was found. The woman held a simple funeral ceremony for the old man, which made the viewers cry and move. After the man brought Misu to the hut, he ran directly to the old man's hometown to fulfill his unfulfilled wish.

Guan Yu squatted on the ground, his eyes combing through the grass. A wisp of milky white fluff came into his sight. It sticks to the tip of a grass blade and trembles in the wind. Guan Yu carefully took it off with tweezers and looked at it for a moment under the clear skylight. It looked like a synthetic fiber. The end of it sticking to the blade of grass was dark red. He didn't know if it was blood stains. He carefully put it into a clear plastic bag. "Ha, I knew it was you just by looking at the 'Orchid Finger'." A loud voice came from behind. Guan Yu didn't look back and knew it was Fu, the elder of Songgang Village Police Station. The old man squatted down next to him, and a strong smell of alcohol came over him. Guan Yu turned his head and saw Lao Fu's thin face stained red by alcohol.