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It's very real, not fictitious. These are bits and pieces of our high school life. Friends who want to watch it can follow it, and those who don't want to watch it don't need to watch it. Hey hey hey! ! !

Zhang Xuan, male, born in 1976, from Zezhou County, Shanxi Province, policeman. Member of Shanxi Provincial Writers Association, director of Shanxi Prose Society, vice chairman of Jincheng Writers Association, and the fourth contracted writer of Shanxi Provincial Academy of Literature. His writings can be found in "Prose", "Tianya", "Shanxi Literature", "Yellow River", "Short Stories" and other journals. Many of his works have been selected into well-known selected journals and annual anthologies. He has published essay collections "Su" (Writers' Press, 2008) and "Rolling Blinds from the Sky" (China Federation of Literary and Art Circles Press, 2011). Lin Na didn't know what other people were like, but he often had the desire to try things that he couldn't and couldn't do - and he didn't dare to take any risks. He could still control the situation, just like a naughty child playing some tricks behind his parents' back. For example, the community where he lives does not allow cars to come and go at will.

It contains 11 short stories and short stories written by Zhang Xuan in recent years, including "Intruder" and "Ghost Festival Personnel". Among them, "How Long Will It Take to Untie My Hands" won the 2016-2018 "Zhao Shuli Literary Award" short story award. One of the characteristics of Zhang Xuan's novels is to reflect social life from a small perspective and express the confusion in subtle places and the warmth in soft places from the human spiritual level. In "Zhang Xuan's Short Stories Collection", the novelist is like an intruder, breaking into people's familiar daily life. The difference is that the novel uses the mutual logic and joint advancement of the psychological portrayal of the characters and the scenes and objects. The lines are simple but have the power to penetrate into the secrets. At the same time, he has enough restraint to show a "yam egg style" temperament inherited from Zhao Shuli.

This book focuses on some qualities of good things in life (related to people's psychological and spiritual needs today), and conveys that choosing and using things is also a matter of reflecting one's own heart. A striped shirt, a souvenir in a museum, a meditative tea set, a bathing tool that fits the hand and feels good... How will all of this interact with us? The author, Zhang Xuan, starts from the good things he comes into contact with in life. There are 77 pictures and texts, and finally provides a unique attitude towards life.

He was brought here before he had time to get his teeth set. This reminded him of when he was a child, he would always leave a tail when doing homework, and then finish it in a hurry a few minutes before class. In this, there is a kind of contented little joy. Thinking about it now, he was probably afraid that his classmates would borrow his homework, so that he would have an excuse to say that his homework was not finished yet. He could shake his notebook and say: "Here, look!" Then he picked up the pen in a serious manner and controlled the writing speed according to the time until the last word was finalized with the ringing of the class bell. How to put it, he is a timid person, a lonely person, a closed person, since he was a child. It was common for classmates to borrow homework from each other, but he never did. He was afraid of causing trouble and getting into trouble with others. Of course, this is just his worry. As for the specific rights and wrongs and disputes, he can't say.

After driving less than fifty kilometers after coming out of the previous service area, Lei Rong turned the steering wheel again and drove the car into the next service area. Next to the service area sign is a mileage sign. At the bottom of the list of place names is their county seat, which is less than 200 kilometers away. In the previous service area, he had already done his homework, filled the thermos with hot water, lowered the backrest of the seat, and squinted for a while. Ordinarily there was nothing to do, he was just a little lazy - the kind of weakness that comes from facing something that has to be done. Just as the car drove onto the highway, Yanhui called and asked him when he would get home. According to the normal driving speed, we should arrive at four o'clock in the afternoon, but he hesitated and said five or six o'clock in the afternoon. Yanhui said, that's just right, you can go directly to school to pick up Xiaoying.

This is an amazing collection of poetry. The author uses delicate writing, melodious rhythm, classical imagery, and profound philosophical thoughts to describe growth, love, nature, and mood, vividly displaying the beauty of the Chinese language. If you have the chance to read this book and resonate with it, then it is a poem for you.

Grandpa Huang Fabao is a hunter. Because he was a hunter, his two sons, my uncle and my father, also became hunters. Grandpa didn't originally get a gun for hunting. Before liberation, he was the director of our local armed committee. When the revolution was about to win, a large number of cadres from the party organization went south, but Grandpa refused to do so. People in the village said it was grandma who held grandpa back. In fact, it was not grandma, but grandpa who couldn't let go of grandma. Although I have never seen her before, my grandma's beauty is famous all over the world. My uncle's daughter, my cousin Xiaolian, is quite a beauty, but the old people in the village say that she is still far from the grandma when she was young. Because of his beautiful grandma, grandpa lost an opportunity to become a high official. The chairman of the Peasant Association who made the revolution with him went south and became a deputy director in Fujian. Compared with his grandfather, he was less educated. This is the first level of impact.

Wait a moment, it's coming, it's coming, are you? Oh, looking for me? Yes, I asked Xu Dajun to sit down first and talk slowly. It's not about longevity or longevity. You live a long life in vain. You are 89 years old. Why do you want to ask me? I want to ask about someone? Who? Zhao... Ren... Yi... Let me think about it, I have no impression that you said that he had several seals and they were all carved by me? Oh, I remembered, there was such a person who painted, it was decades ago, no friendship, have you seen him twice and brought his face seal? Let me take a look. Wait a minute. You are right to clean your reading glasses. I engraved them. Don't they all have inscriptions? "Xu Dajun, a Sanren from Jiyou South Street, governs the seal." I will take a closer look.