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The old man sighed and said very tiredly that the world has ruined the world, and he still has to take care of things. Well! I couldn't understand what he said. The old man waved his hand and asked me to take out ten yuan and stuff it into the bottom of my pelvis. Then, when he used the power again, he saw his palms flying up and down, the joints all over his body crackling, and his clothes also started to flutter. Then, with a loud shout, he stopped. I opened the basin, and this time, it was really surprising. The white paper turned black, and the money disappeared. On this sunny day, the old man can actually reverse black and white with just one hand? I couldn't believe my eyes.

Dabao and Zhong Hairen are good friends. They have a close relationship since they were young. They share a bun and popsicles, commonly known as "a pair of oil and salt jars". The relationship between the two only became intense after they entered junior high school. In primary school for six years, we were in the same class but in different groups. Although we were familiar with each other, we rarely interacted with them. Primary schools in the county have a fixed source of students, and students mainly come from three types of families. One category is the children of government cadres, one category is handicraft and small business families, and the other category is agricultural households. The county seat is an ancient city with a history of more than 400 years and a very well-organized layout. The old government office was located in the center of the county. After liberation, it was renamed the county government (also called the county People's Committee), and the locals still used to call it "Yamen Gate". Of course the yamen gate is very grand and solemn. The front door is tall and made entirely of blue bricks. The two large doors are covered with iron sheets, and round iron nails the size of thumbs are densely protruding from the iron sheets. The iron sheets and nails are very old.

A collection of prose essays. The author is world-famous for his novels, and his prose is also unique. He is one of the leaders of the "Hunan Army" group of writers, and has been the president of a publishing house for nearly twenty years. Most of the articles in the collection talk about the joys and sorrows of creation and publishing, and are very precious words of experience. Doing things in the world with a transcendent mind, even though "the salary is not mentioned in the promotion, and the salary is beyond the reach", but the mind is at ease and at ease. Most of the articles in the book were published in newspapers such as People's Daily, October, Writers, Works, Yangcheng Evening News, Nanfang Daily, and Literary News. Many of his works have been reprinted, won awards, or been selected for annual prose anthologies.

"The Distance between Us and Evil" is a representative collection of works by Xiao Jianguo, winner of the Golden Sparrow Award. The book collects more than 60 excellent short stories by Xiao Jianguo. In the book, the author Xiao Jianguo uses a realistic creative tone to create characters while rejecting conceptualization and facial expression. The overall story is rigorously arranged, the plot progression is clear and layered, and the characters' speech and behavior are very individual. The creative attitude is sincere and touching, the writing rhythm is clear, and the twists and turns of the plot and the strength of the ending are emphasized. The story is suspenseful, meaningful, and burdensome. Between the lines, a high-spirited force of justice rises. The true knowledge of life and the world is expressed through words, which can resonate strongly with readers.

Xiao Jianguo was born on the bank of the Han River in 1970 and now lives on the bank of the Dongjiang River. He writes novels in his spare time. In recent years, he has published more than 100 short stories and novels in provincial newspapers and periodicals such as Tianjin Literature, Yangtze River Literature and Art, and Zhanghui Novels. Some short stories have been reprinted by "Novel Monthly", and some novellas have been adapted into movie scripts. I had just turned six when my father came back from the army. On that day, our family was as lively as the Chinese New Year. Early in the morning, my mother pulled me out of bed. It was early spring, the sky was bright, and except for the annoying rooster that kept crowing, even the sun hadn't shown its face yet. Naturally, I couldn't bear to leave the warm bed. I was like a naked fish, dodging my mother's extended hand left and right on the bed. Mother said, stop making trouble and get up quickly, your father is coming back today.

This is a life history of the people in southern Hunan that spans 70 years. One day in the late autumn of 1949, in the courtyard of the Li family in Hecang, southern Hunan, a singing ceremony was taking place for Manchu girls to get married. The singing hall lasted for three days and three nights. The bride was supposed to get on the sedan chair at dawn, but there was a roar at dawn, the cannonball fell into the Bailu River, and the bullet hit the bride's hand. For a moment, everyone was panicked, and the tide of history has changed its direction...