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Horses want, horses want, horses want. Liu Junbiao shouted three times in a row, but I didn't respond. I lowered my head and read a small picture book. This little picture book belonged to Liu Junbiao. At noon, I exchanged it for the price of a piece of fruit candy and read it all afternoon. I had to return it to him when we gathered at the team's drying ground after dinner. But as soon as I brought the little picture book home, my mother asked me to send the tea tube to the field, saying that my father forgot to bring water. I curled my lips for a long time and refused to move. My mother slapped me on my bare back and told me that you could eat faster than a rabbit and that you could be lazier than a dead snake in doing things. I quickly threw the small picture book on the table, picked up the tea tube and went out. I knew that if I rubbed it again, it would no longer be a slap on my bare back, but probably a broom handle.

Xu Xianxian, a native of Dongzhi County, Anhui Province, is an art teacher at the Dongzhi County Vocational Education Center. He started writing in 2005, and has published short and medium stories in magazines such as "Xinghuo Short Stories", "Guangxi Literature", "Literary Circle", "Yuhua", "Youth", and "Xiamen Literature". I remember a master said that all of us are artists. --Inscription. In 1983, I was eighteen years old. After graduating from a technical secondary school in a health school, I was assigned to work as a doctor in a central health center called Chuangzhen. Window Town is in the southwest corner of our province, and more than thirty kilometers to the southwest is the Fuliang County in Jiangxi Province where Bai Juyi said, "Businessmen value profits over separation, and went to Fuliang to buy tea the month before last." Some people in Window Town call me an artist. Actually I don't consider myself an artist.

My sister's eyes were closed, but she could feel the window getting whiter little by little. It was Starling who reminded her. There is an oil bark tree outside the window. Every morning before dawn, several starlings fly up to it and make a lot of noise. This situation has actually always existed, but my sister only found out about it after she moved into this room. Since moving into this room, my sister has listened to these guys making noise on the oil bark tree every morning. The best room in the house was originally occupied by the second sister Aidi. After the second sister Aidi got married, her parents planned to let the eldest sister Aihua live there, but the eldest sister Aihua clung to her original small and dark room and refused to move, so this room belonged to her sister. At that time, my sister was in the third grade of junior high school. Since her home was relatively close to the school, only more than two miles away, she chose to go to school as a day student.