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Yang Ming, Han nationality, was born in 1967. He has been engaged in literary creation for many years. He has published more than one million words of novels and prose in many magazines and newspapers such as "Youth Literature", "Yalu River", "Essays", "Mang Zhong", "Modern and Ancient Legends", and "Novel Forest". The TV series "Village Police" co-written by others has been broadcast on many TV stations and won the Golden Shield Film and Television Literary Creation Award of the Ministry of Public Security. Currently working for Shenyang Passenger Transport Section of Shenyang Railway Bureau. An old man was running on the village road. He was running in such a panic that he didn't even notice that his crotch was leaking. He had already seen the gate of Lalatun Police Station in the distance. Lao Guo gritted his teeth and started sprinting. Lao Guo was dispatching police in the village. The director, Chang Ping, was so anxious to send someone to call him back. Needless to say, there must be some clues about wages and subsidies.

This book is divided into eighteen chapters, and provides a detailed and systematic interpretation of "The Literary Mind and the Carving of Dragons", a masterpiece in the history of Chinese literary theory and criticism.

The north wind at the end of November was getting tighter day by day, and Cheng Jinfa came to his office early in the morning. Looking at the passenger parking lot downstairs through the third-floor window, I saw the empty body of a bus from Fengxueling to Lingzhou that was on duty in this section being slowly pulled into the parking lot. The words "Feng Xueling" on the direction plate of the car made Cheng Jinfa shiver involuntarily in the office where the air conditioning and heating were turned on. Cheng Jinfa picked up the phone and asked Yu Guangping to come over immediately. Quang Binh, is it time to light a fire in the car soon? Yu Guangping knocked on the door and came in. Cheng Jinfa asked without raising his head. Light the fire tomorrow. Yu Guangping said. How are the personnel? We haven't recruited them all yet. As of this morning, there were only sixteen people, not even one and a half of them had arrived.

One day in the late spring of the 29th year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty (1903), a light carriage drove up on the rural official road outside Gulong City, an important town in Liaodong on the Yalu River. The people in the car were none other than Zuo Jiancheng, the new magistrate of Gulong City, who had just come from the capital on a business trip, and Master Dai, the county government officer, who went to the state capital specifically to welcome him as he took office. This official road is not far from the Yalu River. A few days ago, the glaciers were thawing and the Yalu River was flooding with spring water. The hard dirt roads on the official roads that had been frozen all winter had become muddy and extremely difficult to walk on due to the potholes. The driver would jump out of the car from time to time and shout and pull the cart and horse. Although he was extremely careful, his whole body was already covered with mud.

At three o'clock in the morning, the K7645 passenger train running at full speed climbed onto a bridge. The sound of the wheels and the rails immediately changed, from the clang on the ground to the hollow echo of the rumble standing at the door. Ye Shaoyang on the side glanced out of the dark window and found a train of trucks passing by from the opposite side. His professional habit made him glance at his watch subconsciously and roughly calculated that it took about two minutes for the passenger train to pass the bridge, and the passenger and freight trains passed by. The trains passed by each other for about fifteen seconds. Next to Ye Shaoyang, the slightly fat old Qian stood there and took a nap. An hour ago, when they got on the train from the provincial capital station, they looked into the carriage and saw that it was dark and full of heads. , Let alone sit, it is difficult to find a place to stand or stand. Preliminary visual estimates indicate that it is at least 300%. Ye Shaoyang said: "Old Qian, forget it, don't squeeze in, just stand there for a while, we will reach Jincheng in five or six hours."

Guyuan has been one of the birthplaces of Chinese civilization since ancient times. It is dotted with historical relics and has layers of cultural accumulation behind it. The gilt silver vase is undoubtedly a national treasure; the Roman gold coins are dazzling; and the remains of ancient monuments are too numerous to mention.

The train section leader sent a special person to deliver the next woman to his wife. The woman's eyes were red, and it seemed that she had just made Duan Zhang tired of crying. The visitor said, "Honey, Sister Guo put it here for you." After that, he left. Seeing that her husband's dressing box was half open, the woman reached out and pulled out a piece of toilet paper to wipe her nose. She choked and said, "Brother, I..." My wife hurriedly waved her hand and said, "Sister, don't call me that. You are forty-nine this year, right? You are eleven years older than me." The woman was a little unhappy and said : "Be respectful to ladies and don't guess your age randomly." My wife said, "Oh, look at my quality." The woman said, "Then how did you guess my age? You guessed it so accurately. Do you know me?" My wife shook her head and said, "I don't know. I heard the person who sent you here just now said your surname is Guo.

The devil is coming. In fact, the Japanese have been here for a long time. They say they are here to help the people in the Northeast maintain law and order, beat their beards, disrupt bandits, and only beat the bad guys but not the good guys, so that the ignorant Chinese can live a civilized life like Japan. Although Zhang Zuolin was sent away with a bomb in Huanggutun a few years ago, Marshal Zhang was not a bad guy, he was a good guy, and the parents of the people in the Northeast, but it exploded, and in the end it didn't cause any big trouble. The Northeastern Army is still well stationed in Beida Camp, and the Japanese still maintain law and order for the Northeastern Army. But this time the Japanese are really here, and they will kill all the good and bad guys, as long as they are Chinese. The devil is doing fine, what's wrong? Probably because I got tired of maintaining it, I stopped maintaining it. In the early autumn of the 20th year of the Republic of China, the Japanese came in a very uncivilized manner.

Jiaofeng and Twelve Hongs shouted together, Jiaofeng's voice was clear and bright: Boatman - Boatman - Marshal Xu behind him heard it clearly. He whipped his horse, shouting at the top of his lungs. Brothers, Mrs. Jiu is in front, hurry up, damn hurry up - the boat is moving - the boat turned around and rowed quickly towards the shore. The shouts of death from behind are getting closer and closer...