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Mancheng is a small city in the southwest border. However, this small city has been experiencing a series of murders recently, so much so that at 6:30 every night, the Mancheng news starts, and the people of Mancheng can guess what the female host will say from her red lips. Sure enough, tonight, between the red lips and white teeth of the female host, the beautiful sentences uttered once again caught people's nerves: "This morning, another corpse was found on Canglong Mountain in the south of the city near the border. The deceased was a fat man, killed with a single bullet. A small amount of drugs was found on the deceased. Currently, the police are conducting further in-depth investigations into this case." Another fatal shot, this is already the third one.

After graduating from college, he applied for jobs, but failed again and again. Among them, one of the companies he was most optimistic about met all the requirements after joining, but when it came to the interview, he was blushing and worried, and finally he was rejected. He returned home and fell on the bed, extremely depressed. He knew why he panicked on the spot, because his right hand was disabled and he had polio when he was a child. His hand could not be straightened and was bent. This has always been an indelible shadow in his heart.

He felt very happy. Since the death of his parents, there was still someone in the world who needed him and was close to him. Although this person was very small and might leave him when he grew up, he felt that after this moment, he was content and felt that his life was not in vain. The cherry behind her also shed tears, and she persuaded softly, "Yusheng, let's go home, ah, don't cry." Yusheng didn't say anything, but hugged Dongdong and walked toward home in the sunshine. Home is deep in the clouds and mist in the distance.

Petitioning, in Hongyuan, is not called petitioning, it is called complaining. As soon as the first frost of autumn was laid, the eaves of every house and the wheat fields seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze. Tie Sheng went out and prepared to file a complaint. That morning, Tie Sheng got up, ate two bowls of noodles, and walked towards the river embankment through the thin frost on the road with sweat on his forehead. Originally, Tiesheng planned to go quietly to petition, but when Caihua shouted, the entire Hongyuan people knew about it. Of course, Caihua didn't shout at first, but pulled Tie Sheng's sleeve and said, "I beg you, I'll call you master." Tie Sheng ignored Cai Hua and twisted his arms, causing Cai Hua to sit on the ground. Caihua became anxious and climbed up, hugging Tiesheng's legs to prevent him from leaving.

This book selects dozens of Yu Xianbin's works, which are full of sincere emotions, exquisite language, unique imagination, and brilliance. For primary and secondary school students to read such a literary work of excellent quality, it will be of great help to improve their literary literacy and writing skills. The works included in this book are not masterpieces, but they are good works; they do not cover major themes, but most of them truly reflect the changes in social life and the refreshment of people's spiritual outlook; they do not have unpredictable techniques, but they are either plain, clever, fresh and pleasant, or rich and unrestrained, which are more suitable for young readers to learn and learn from.

When he arrived in the small town, Zhang Shan was not yet eighteen years old, and Qing Tao was only one. He was still at the age where chaos was beginning to emerge, and he didn't understand everything. No matter where there is water, it becomes alive and spiritual, and the same is true for small towns. At that time, Zhang Shan did not study, but wanted to write and become a master in the future. Zhang Shan's father disagreed and said: "Bullshit, writing books is useless. Go and study." Zhang Shan didn't, so his father beat him with a stick and broke three of them. Instead of sending him to school, he jumped and quietly came to the town and became a real vagabond... Zhang Shan took the letter, and in front of him stood Wu Ye, holding his article, reading it seriously, with a smile on his face and said: "It's so well written, you will definitely become a writer."