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Niu Zi joined the Eighth Route Army on the second day of the fifth lunar month in the fourth year of the Anti-Japanese War. The year was 1941, the most difficult days of the Anti-Japanese War, and Niu Zi was 15 years old. This morning, Niu Zi was grazing cattle on Nanshan Mountain. The calf gnawed on peach leaves and elm leaves beside the stone weir, mooing while eating. "Bah!" Suddenly gunfire came from the village. Then, there were a few more "bah" sounds. Then men roared, women and children cried and screamed, and in two places smoke rose. Niu Zi felt that something was not good and shouted: "Hurry up!" He led the calf and ran down the mountain. A team of more than a dozen Japanese soldiers led more than 20 security soldiers out to patrol, looking for the Eighth Route Army. I couldn't find even a shadow of the Eighth Route Army along the way, so I went to Niujia Village to search. After searching a few households and failing to find any, I had to recruit young and middle-aged workers to build strongholds, dig trenches, and also grab grain and chickens.

Danyue lived to the age of thirty-seven and had never encountered such a big problem. The problem is that my son Qijin has to be admitted to the No. 8 Middle School, a key junior high school. Twelve-year-old Qijin has graduated from elementary school. According to the regulations of the relevant departments of Tianhe City, he has to go to No. 48 Middle School nearby. But the teachers at No. 48 Middle School don't teach well and the students don't study hard. Almost no one gets admitted to key high schools every year. Fights and petty thefts occurred from time to time. Boys and girls fall in love at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and there have been cases where two boys got into a fight over a girl, and one of them was hit by the other with a brick and his young head was almost split open. My son did not want to go to No. 48 Middle School, and he wanted to go to No. 8 Middle School, eight miles away from home. The admission rate of No. 8 Middle School to key high schools reaches 60% every year.

This old man, this veteran, is called Xu Qinlin, a veteran who participated in the Battle of Kinmen in October 1949. He currently lives in his hometown, Yangshang Village, Dabao Town, Guangrao County, Shandong Province. The Battle of Kinmen was the only battle our army defeated in the War of Liberation. Our army dispatched 9,086 people (including 350 boatmen and civilians), of whom more than 5,000 died and more than 3,000 were captured. The Kuomintang troops suffered more than 9,000 casualties. Xu Qinlin was the only soldier who escaped back to the mainland after this battle. After his right calf was injured, he escaped being captured and killed only because of the Kuomintang military uniform he was wearing, and he "infiltrated" into the Kuomintang army. In February 1950, he went to the Zhoushan Islands with the Kuomintang troops. When the enemy retreated in May, he took the opportunity to run into the mountains and later found our troops attacking the island before returning to the mainland and his troops. Let's first introduce the Battle of Kinmen.

Shanzi ended his elementary school career, entered the first grade of junior high school, moved into the school dormitory, and started living in a collective. As soon as Shanzi entered the school, he became famous because of his beautiful singing voice and good composition. However, life in the first semester of junior high school was not peaceful: he lost his books, lost money, caused misunderstandings and made things difficult for his classmates because of a flying knife, and encountered a big yellow wolf on the way to school... After experiencing these things, with the care of his parents, teachers, friends, and fellow villagers, Shanzi gradually became stronger and grew into a young man with ideals.

Lao Han has had bad luck in the past five years. The people said it was bad luck. Lao Han originally had a pretty good family. Five years ago, on the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, the only son got married and married a pretty young daughter-in-law. The little daughter-in-law is handsome, hard-working, and has a sweet mouth. There is a father in one mouth and a mother in the other, which makes the old couple feel happy. The old couple is looking forward to having a fat grandson in the next year. But who would have known that one evening in late autumn of this year, my son drove a farm tricycle to deliver goods to a small machinery parts factory in the town. When he came back, it was already dark. At a corner of the road in the west of the town, I was hit by a large truck that was speeding by. The person and the truck were thrown seven or eight meters away and fell into a ditch. The ditch wasn't too deep, but my son was hit by the car and couldn't get up. The big truck didn't even stop and stepped on the accelerator before running away.

"Night Breeze" is a novel that describes the re-entry of laid-off workers in contemporary cities. The work has a rich contemporary urban atmosphere, a vivid and compact plot, and fresh and simple language. "Night Breeze" won the 7th Shandong Province (2002-2003) Excellent Engineering Award and was a finalist for the All-China Federation of Trade Unions' "May 1st Culture Award". The second one, "Ye Yu", won the 2005 International Cultural PEN "Zhongshan Book Award". "Night Breeze" won the 7th Shandong Province (2002-2003) Excellent Engineering Award and was a finalist for the All-China Federation of Trade Unions' "May 1st Culture Award". The second one, "Ye Yu", won the 2005 International Cultural PEN "Zhongshan Book Award".

When Xiaoyue walked out of the classroom after class, she realized that it had started raining from nowhere. The rain wasn't heavy, but it was heavy, swishing the ground. The light shines on the sloping raindrops, shining brightly. Xiaoyue originally liked this kind of rainy day, it was refreshing and clean, and she could see the rain washing the trees, flowers and grass until they were wet and green. Especially in the dog days of summer, the cool rain washes away the scorching heat and is even more refreshing. But now she didn't like it. She didn't bring an umbrella, so she hugged the book tightly in her arms and hurried to the bus stop on the left side of the university gate. She didn't dare to walk too fast, let alone run. In the past, she would take the bus back after class. But this time for some unknown reason, I waited under the carport for seventeen or eight minutes before a red bus No. 76 Came, and it was already full of people. Xiaoyue didn't dare to squeeze in, so she waited for the next bus. But after waiting for another ten minutes, Route 76 still didn't come.

Lao Dun never thought in his life that he would become a millionaire just by turning his head. Lao Dun's home is in the eastern suburbs of this city, only about seven or eight miles away from the metropolis with many high-rise buildings. Standing at the west end of the village in the morning, you can see the buildings bathed in the brilliant morning glow. For more than a year, every morning he rode his old, unbranded motorcycle to work among the mirage-like buildings. The land in several villages south of the village where Laodun is located has been bought by wealthy developers to build buildings.