Library

My brother and I are the "legacy" left to my uncle after my mother passed away. My uncle treated us very well. He would hold me to sleep when I was afraid of the cold, and secretly give me a crumpled two hundred yuan. Until he contracted pancreatic cancer, his sister took him home to recuperate. My father called me to rush back from the county middle school, but my brother was far away in Haishi and failed to return. Grandma once again experienced the grief of a white-haired person giving away a black-haired person. When sorting out the belongings, she found the iron box-it contained a 200,000 passbook and a note: "For Xiaohui and Mingming to go to school." The man who always said he had no future spent twenty years quietly saving up all his love.

This is a personal collection of poems by poet Zhao Xiaomeng, which contains more than 100 poems written by him in the past two years. The book is divided into six chapters: "Walking the Earth", "Dictionary of Seasons", "Gate of Autumn", "Occasional Nostalgia", "After a Night" and "South and North". These poems are the product of the author's busy work as a large media executive. They are the author's narration and understanding of current life. About life, living conditions, seasons, hometown, and fellow villagers, almost all life elements have become the core of this collection of poems. And these are not just scratches outside the poet, but a real self-arrival. The author uses unique imagery, rich imagination and exquisite conception to describe the infinite poetry in his heart. He understands life and death, life and the meaning of living in ordinary life, making the text full of unremitting pursuit of poetry.

I am a woman from a noble family. My mother has instilled in me since I was a child the idea of ​​valuing my husband and being gentle. My mother, obviously a woman of noble birth, was tightly bound by my father's female training. The same was true for my mother's education. Therefore, my mother was later killed by my father's aunt. I don't believe this is fate, but my mother's death was so tragic that I have to be afraid.

Software engineer Lin Wei suddenly disappeared and was pronounced dead seven days later after allegedly falling into a river. When her husband Shen Ming reached a deadlock in the investigation, he received an anonymous package containing his wife's old belongings, guiding him to the "old place." Just as he was preparing to go to the appointment to pursue the truth, his mother-in-law received a cold and desperate call telling him that the items in the package should have been buried with Lin Wei. This contradiction drags Shen Ming into a deeper fog: is his wife dead? Who is pulling the strings? The "old place" they were once so familiar with seemed to have opened a black hole that swallowed everything.

My name is Qianxia. I am a girl who grew up in a single-parent family. I was born and raised in a rural area with a poor family. Although my family is very poor, my father has always taught me to be poor and ambitious. No matter how difficult it is, I cannot touch other people's money. Therefore, I have always had a positive outlook on life since I was a child. Until one summer, I experienced the most amazing experience in my life. I acquired a very magical skill and met a group of people who should not have met.

"They don't want me, not because I'm not good enough, just because I'm a girl." A sudden flood destroyed the village and also destroyed the last fantasy of a sixteen-year-old girl Zhao Yunxi about her family. When the raging flood hit, the father did not hesitate to save the iron box containing the money, but let go of her hand; the mother tightly protected her feverish brother, watching her being swept away by the flood but indifferent. After she was lucky enough to be rescued, she was looking forward to being reunited with her family. What she was waiting for was not greetings, but cold expulsion and denial. "You are not my daughter, my daughter is dead." "Please be kind and let your brother go." "We will cancel your account." In the rural areas of the 1980s where patriarchal ideas were deeply rooted, Zhao Yunxi's existence itself was a mistake. She is regarded as a "loser" by her family, a stumbling block to her younger brother's happiness, and even being alive is an original sin.