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Beijing's Red Shawl
General Fiction北京的红披肩
Yuan Ping
The story between "I" wandering in Beijing and the tenants in the same hospital tells the story of the most authentic warmth between people in the vicissitudes of life. The novel expresses the character's personality implicitly and euphemistically through the language of life, praising the health and simplicity of human nature, lamenting the mutation of human nature in modern civilization, advocating nature, beauty, health and not violating the aesthetic taste of human nature, reflecting the author's yearning and respect for natural simplicity and human nature. The novel contains the struggle and bitterness of the Beidiao in the predicament, as well as the ideals and pursuits of ordinary people. Through these realistic life representations, we can see the ups and downs of people during the period of rapid social change, and feel the indomitable and unyielding spirit of ordinary people.
The story between "I" wandering in Beijing and the tenants in the same hospital tells the story of the most authentic warmth between people in the vicissitudes of life. The novel expresses the character's personality implicitly and euphemistically through the language of life, praising the health and simplicity of human nature, lamenting the mutation of human nature in modern civilization, advocating nature, beauty, health and not violating the aesthetic taste of human nature, reflecting the author's yearning and respect for natural simplicity and human nature. The novel contains the struggle and bitterness of the Beidiao in the predicament, as well as the ideals and pursuits of ordinary people. Through these realistic life representations, we can see the ups and downs of people during the period of rapid social change, and feel the indomitable and unyielding spirit of ordinary people.

Slow Voice
General Fiction声声慢
Yuan Ping
Han Yuqing lay on the grass, her head swollen to no end. She couldn't think of anything, her mind was buzzing, like a workshop that suddenly lost power. The machines stopped, but the air was still filled with lingering sounds. The brain is blocked by something. But she knew what had just happened. His anxiety and anger, his merciless push, his three steps and two steps to escape, all these are his contempt for her. All her fantasies of being as delicate as blue and white porcelain were shattered into pieces at this moment. She heard the sound of her heart exploding, with a "pop", exploding like fireworks. She knew that she was completely finished, struggling like a drowning person, sinking deeper and deeper, with no room for recovery. She hated herself and felt pity for herself. She let go of her painful right hand and saw that the small rocket-shaped crystal was bleeding in her hand. It turned out that it was not a beautiful witness, it was just a dagger, sharp and sharp... Han Yuqing lay with her belly on the grass and stretched out her tired left hand. There was a silver bracelet at her wrist. She pulled the silver bracelet up her arm and then cut the crystal knife off her wrist.
Han Yuqing lay on the grass, her head swollen to no end. She couldn't think of anything, her mind was buzzing, like a workshop that suddenly lost power. The machines stopped, but the air was still filled with lingering sounds. The brain is blocked by something. But she knew what had just happened. His anxiety and anger, his merciless push, his three steps and two steps to escape, all these are his contempt for her. All her fantasies of being as delicate as blue and white porcelain were shattered into pieces at this moment. She heard the sound of her heart exploding, with a "pop", exploding like fireworks. She knew that she was completely finished, struggling like a drowning person, sinking deeper and deeper, with no room for recovery. She hated herself and felt pity for herself. She let go of her painful right hand and saw that the small rocket-shaped crystal was bleeding in her hand. It turned out that it was not a beautiful witness, it was just a dagger, sharp and sharp... Han Yuqing lay with her belly on the grass and stretched out her tired left hand. There was a silver bracelet at her wrist. She pulled the silver bracelet up her arm and then cut the crystal knife off her wrist.