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A piece of history that can never be forgotten - the September 18th Incident. In the vast and passionate black land of Northeast China, the anti-Japanese volunteer army is surging. The tough-hearted bandit leader Zhang Xiaotian, together with other gangsters, resolutely put aside their past grievances when foreign enemies invaded, and fired the first shot of the national people's resistance at the most critical moment for the Chinese nation. The volunteer army led by Zhang Xiaotian, with unparalleled martial arts skills and perfect shots, swept away the Japanese Kwantung Army that invaded the Northeast with the force of a hurricane and swallowed up mountains and rivers. Zhang Xiaotian, who was extremely courageous, never followed the routine, attacked the east and west, trapped and killed traitors, and thwarted the Japanese army's conspiracy and arrogance time and time again. Amid the hail of bullets, the hero performs a heart-stirring act of chivalry and courage, while also performing a unique love story on the black earth, stirring up a thrilling and moving hymn to a hero.

The spring of 1939 was so long, just like this lingering night, long and cold. Shanghai has been occupied for a long time, but the French Concession is still a feast for the eyes, and the whistle coming from the Huangpu River is long and distant. Accompanied by the dance music of tuberose, drinking brandy and champagne, I don't know how many dance partners I changed. Haha, they are all coquettish and sexy, which makes people fall in love with them. Oh, I'm already dizzy and can't play anymore. I want to take a break and replenish my energy. Pushing open the door of the Vienna Ballroom, I glanced at the Lawrence watch on my wrist. It was already two o'clock in the morning, so it was early to go home tonight.

In the dark night, Yuzhen left quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone. At thirty-one, she even felt young. She should have shed her blood for the people, and she deserved her death. However, she committed suicide. The winter in Shenyang in 1948 was so cold! Yuzhen just wanted to choose this day to leave. Ten years ago, in 1938, on a drizzling afternoon, she met him, her brother-in-law and her lover Xuan, by the Huangpu River in Shanghai. Today she finally saw Xuan again, at her funeral. Ah! She saw Xuan. He was standing behind the crowd, wearing a navy blue tunic suit. He had the gold Parker pen in the upper left pocket and a small, delicate white flower on the upper left chest. That's how he is, always well-dressed and elegant.

This book is a living support project in China's agreement in 2018, and was selected as a book on the theme of "China Publishing Media Business Daily" to help build a moderately prosperous society in an all-round way. It describes the new atmosphere of flourishing flowers in the countryside in the new era. The story includes a wedge and a postscript, with a total of seventeen chapters, divided into three levels: 1. The new atmosphere of blooming flowers in the countryside in the new era. 2. The backbone represented by educated youths Zhou Titie and Qiu Dingding, as well as local youth Fan Xiaodian, are full of love for the black land. After returning to the city, they may care about the rural areas where they have struggled, and then return to the land where they once spread hope and continue to contribute to their ideals; or during the period of reform and opening up, they went to work in the city, learned new technologies and concepts, and then fed back to their hometown. These pioneers, under the impact of the wave of reform, seized the opportunity and worked hard to lead the whole village on the road to common prosperity. 3. Since the new era, a new generation of young college party members have consciously taken over the baton from their predecessors and, under the guidance of the rural revitalization strategy, are promoting agriculture through ecology and science and technology. They have comprehensively developed new products in the fields of planting and breeding, built ecological industry demonstration zones, and developed linkage models with professional cooperatives, tourist farmhouses, etc., And adopted new technologies such as rice paddy adoption on the Internet, Douyin promotion on mobile phones, and online direct sales to introduce healthy and organic products from their hometown to the world, thereby leading the people of the village on the happy road of rural revitalization.

The car was parked in the yard. Feng Tian opened the door and subconsciously glanced at the co-pilot. When she was in college, Lily was willing to sit in the passenger seat, looking lazy, or eating snacks, talking to you, or reading a book. He sat in the car and accidentally hit the steering wheel with the jade pendant around his neck. Lily had bought it for him in Panjiayuan and he was still wearing it. It touched the steering wheel just now, and he quickly touched it with his hand. It was okay and intact. Feng Tian drove the car towards Bai He's house. He was actually full of hope. There was still time before the rain stopped. Why does Feng Tian's heart skip a beat when he gets Lily's call or sees Lily? Because when you are with Lily, you always feel like you are in love, even if you are a hundred years old. Suddenly, Feng Tianfan suddenly realized that without Lily, he would not be able to find a perfect match in his life.

I'm pregnant, and the thing is, I don't want to be pregnant. I, who believe in love, am confused. I don't believe in marriage, I don't plan to get married, and I don't want to get married in my life. The protagonist Zhou Er in My Love is a married man and a painter who paints oil paintings. His sweet words "Hide it in your heart and never forget it" are still lingering in my ears. When he learned that I was pregnant, his attitude became ambiguous and evasive, and then refused to answer the phone. This was a rhythm that let me fend for myself. Losing contact is a very scary word nowadays. Now, I use the lost contact method to head towards the ancient town of Erjiegou in Liaodong Bay. I sent a WeChat message in my circle of friends: Dear friends, I'm leaving! Please don't shout to the mountains, and don't shout to the rivers, where are you? I am a bunch of waves in the sea, I am a leaf in the mountains. The sky is vast and there is no trace.