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This book is a personal selection of the young writer Yang Shifang, which includes his own short and medium-sized novels such as "And the Dawn Is Coming", "The Man Racing with the Shadow", and "Looking at the River". Some of them have won national short story awards, and some are exploratory works with a literary experimental nature. The novel focuses on themes such as rural education and empty-nest elderly, and pays attention to the changes in villages and towns, as well as the lives and mental states of people in villages and towns, in order to explore the changes in villages, towns and people in the wave of the times, and to find a path for people to return from impetuousness to tranquility.

Whenever I think of that pit, I can't help but wonder that many times, people's destiny is not in their own hands. Some inconspicuous things have already changed people's lives inadvertently. That's the pit half a foot deep. It was dug out from a poplar branch with a hatchet. It was originally meant to play a trick on me. He likes to play pranks. He often goes to the mountains to cut firewood, herd cattle and pick wild fruits. He often digs a hole on the mountain road when no one is paying attention and covers it with withered grass and leaves, so that no one can easily detect the hidden danger. Many passers-by accidentally stepped into the pit and were either startled or turned upside down. At that time, he was hiding in the bushes and having fun. I have been fooled a few times, and every time I stepped into a pit accidentally, my knees always hurt. That day, Yang Zhizhi and I went up the mountain to herd cattle. At some point, he dug another pit on the mountain road, but I noticed it. "This trick won't work for you anymore."

My name is Wang Liangliang, and I like to be called this name. But the people in the village don't call me Wang Lianglang, but call me Wang Mute. Yes, I was born unable to speak. My parents took me everywhere to seek medical treatment, but found nothing. This makes them feel sad and angry, always raising their voices and shouting that I am a mute king. People in the village followed suit, including a three-year-old child. Later, there was only one person left in our Nanshan Village who called me Wang Liangliang. That person is Wang Sangong. He is an old bachelor, eighty-nine years old, and there is no remaining tooth in his mouth. However, that waning mouth still calls my name from time to time, making me always believe that one day I will be able to speak loudly, so I like this old bachelor from the bottom of my heart. Therefore, when I pass by Wang Sangong's house, I always hit the trees on the roadside with the whip, stones or other objects in my hand, making a banging sound.

Liu Haidong committed suicide by taking poison. This has to do with a notice that was posted on the wall of the town five months ago. That was posted by Hu Shaojun. Hu Shaojun is the deputy mayor of Linyin Town. Trivial matters such as posting notices were originally the job of the office secretary, but Wu Jianguo asked him to do it by name. Many years later, Hu Shaojun still remembers the scene that day. He was in a mess that day, and he was always in a mess during this time. His mother suffered from a strange disease and took a lot of Chinese and Western medicine. Her condition did not improve, but she spent all the family's savings. He felt bored while sitting in the office, so he walked out and stood under a lush magnolia tree. Outside the shade of the tree, there is a large piece of peeled sunlight, lying on the ground unreasonably, and making a fussy sizzling sound. This is supposed to be the hottest day of the year. Damn the weather! Hu Shaojun cursed fiercely in his heart.