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The sun hung high in the sky, the cold wind howled in all directions, and the fields were filled with endless green winter wheat. The poplar trees, sporadic neem trees, and paulownia trees on the roadside were bare and looked extremely deserted. Lu Xiaoyu looked at the vast world in confusion, thinking that when a person lives alone in this world, there are actually many secrets that others will never know. There were so many things he didn't know about Ding Minghe... Others - including Ding Minghe's mother who left Ding Minghe four years ago - thought that Ding Minghe drowned, but in fact he was not at all... However, Lu Xiaoyu still felt confused: What was the meaning of Ding Minghe coming to this world... What was the meaning of coming to this world himself...

Lu Da is a native of Lujia Village, Yonggu Township, Linzhou, and his nickname is Lu Dafu. Because he is the eldest son in the family, people have called him Lu Da Lu Dadi since he was a child. As time went by, they forgot his name. Lu Da was born in 1950 and is 57 years old this year. Like all the farmer brothers in northern Shaanxi, he has suffered from hunger, cold and a lot of hardships. The change in Lu Da's destiny began in 1997, when he was 47 years old. There are nine hills in Lujia Village, with thick layers of high-quality coal underneath. When the country vigorously developed the Linzhou coalfield, it caused great shock in the local area. A few farmer friends came to Lu Da for discussion and said: "You are the village chief of Lujia Village. There is coal underground in Lujia Village. We have been poor all our lives. We are so stupid that we should open a coal mine to dig and sell coal." Lu Da said, "Okay, let's just open a fucking coal mine. We will do what the state does."

Sun. I said the sun came out. The woman said where is the sun? Now I pointed at the shining sun and said. The sun is smiling at me. The sun is still talking to me. The sun said, go home - with your mother. I looked at the woman to see if she looked like my biological mother. The sun says that you are now a healthy child and it's time to start your life again. In fact, there is no sun at all in the sky, only the sunflower tree shining with golden light. I held my head high and said, go back home. My steps are much more straight and sonorous than before. The woman burst into tears. The yellow dog's eye sockets were also wet. From time to time I look back at the sunflowers, which are still shining on me like the sun.

The two big families in Luotuoyi Town finally performed an ancient tribal marriage with the help of Huluguaizi. Ma Sanliu and his daughter Hongliu were engaged, and his son Maifuhai and Zaohua were engaged. In times of crisis, the two families abandoned their previous grudges and formed an alliance. The horse thief waited until the third day and saw that there was no movement at the camel post. A cannon was fired into the town. After the sound of the cannon, hundreds of horse thieves rushed towards the town. As a result, a bloody fierce battle broke out. Ma Huihui led a group of gunmen and swordsmen and rushed forward; Ma Sanliu's father also rushed forward with his servants, bodyguards and swordsmen. On the streets of the town, people screamed and fell down. Fighting from dawn to dusk, the horse thieves did not expect to encounter such tenacious resistance and were retreating steadily. The horse thieves did not leave, but surrounded the camel post. Prepare to trap the people in Luotuo Station to death.

At that time, Luohua Town was called Meixikou, and it was quietly stuck on the waist of Luohua River. It was just a bay of clear water and a street built along the river, but it connected the north of Guangxi and the south of Hunan. Therefore, the street was called Meixi Street. The men and women walking on the streets either have a strong Xiang accent or a light Cantonese accent. As time goes by, the Hunan accent and the Cantonese accent blend together and it becomes impossible to distinguish what is the real Hunan accent and what is the real Cantonese accent. It doesn't matter to them, they rely on the shops on Meixi Street to do business. Most of the businesses from the north are groceries, and the most distinctive one is the Wugang Tofu, Baoqing Breast Duck, Hengyang Braised Chicken. The business from the south is much more particular. They deal in Jiangnan silk and satin and western Guangdong salt. The worst thing is Guilin's medicinal herbs. Their life is much more nourishing than those from the north.

At this time, I also understood some truths: The reason why we men cannot leave Luokan is that they cannot break the countless ties between the land and themselves. These fates give them warmth, give them worries, give them relatives, give them burdens, give them back doors, give them injustice, give them status, give them humiliation, give them the right not to queue up, and also give them the possibility of becoming corrupt officials. Good or bad, this marriage lasted for three thousand years, and it was not so easy to divorce, because this long marriage gave birth to too many children, including Pig Intestine, Huangmei Opera, Haoxinqu... And the "Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet".

These four "groups" are literally juxtaposed, which can easily lead people to mistake them as four units cooperating. In fact, this is not the case at all. There was a revolution in that year, and all the institutions that the Party and the People's Government had worked hard to establish for more than 20 years were paralyzed by a stroke. The Revolutionary Committee was in charge. The Revolutionary Committee's great, glorious, sacred and arduous historical mission was to destroy the old and establish the new. The names of the old institutions had to be changed. The Propaganda Department has been reorganized into the Propaganda Group, and the Cultural Bureau has been reorganized into the Cultural Group... In short, the voice coming from Beijing is that everything needs to be "reorganized," which is understood below as "reorganized, reorganized," or "reorganized" in its entirety. However, the affiliation was not clear in writing, so someone came up with the idea of ​​using fonts to distinguish them. The "Creative Group of the Theater Studio of the Cultural Bureau of the Propaganda Department" changed into the Creative Group of the Propaganda Group, Cultural Group, Drama Group. The inventor of this method firmly believes that anyone with a little bit of brains will understand that the organization with thick fonts has greater weight, because "thick" in Xiangbei dialect happens to mean "big". Considering that an individual cannot be on an equal footing with an organization, the author's name can only be written in the smallest possible way, making it difficult to see clearly.

When we passed the river beach where he took Dongcuo and I last time, we saw a shallow ravine stretching toward the mountainside of Mount Namugal. Although I was not familiar with this place, I was sure that the stream in the river beach next to the village originated from this ravine. The ever-flowing stream has been flowing in vain for countless years without anyone managing it or using it. Now, because of construction going on upstream, it's not as clear as it used to be. It was already eleven o'clock in the morning when we arrived at the construction site. In addition to the technical personnel sent by the county and township, there were people from Baledan and other villages on the construction site supervising the work. Many young men and women from this village and other villages were working nervously at the end of the ditch. It was said that the entire project was about to be completed. There is a gate at the connection between the dam and the channel. Opening the gate allows the clear mountain stream to flow to the river beach. Closing the gate allows water to be introduced into the newly built channel to irrigate all the cultivated land in Namugal Village. In my heart, I silently wish that Namugale Village, which has been in a backward state for a long time, will get on the road to prosperity as soon as possible!

This broken place is vast, tall, but dry. The large truck bounced like a tractor on the gravel ground, plowing a skeletal road that stretched forward endlessly, crossing the plains and crossing bare mountains. Every time I get out of the car, I feel a little scared, so I force myself to hit the road every time. The sun has set on the top of the western mountain, and the sky is covered with thin, tattered clouds. The air is cold and thin, so thin that one dare not take a deep breath for fear that if one exerts too much force, all the air in front of the mouth and nose will be sucked in at once. At a glance, except for the protruding ridges, there is a bare wilderness, but it always makes people feel that the entire land is piled high, and they can overlook the whole world. That kind of condescending feeling, you can't see the deep ravines with your eyes, but you can feel it in the pores of your body.

Earlier, we were at the southeast end of Zhuoma Village. There was a dirt road leading out of the village. The dirt road is about two or three oxcarts wide. From the entrance of the village, it looks like a huge snake twisting and turning and lying across the field. On a sunny day, the dust on the dirt road is more than half a foot thick, and when people walk, they leave deep footprints. As the car drove away, a puff of smoke and dust rose up from behind, and the car was covered with fog. The oxen, donkeys, horses, and cartwheels in front of the cart looked earthy and fishy as soon as they came out, like billets entering the kiln. As soon as the walking tractor passed by, it looked earthy and fake, like a mold. Afraid of rain. Light rain can be enough to wet a layer of skin. As soon as I stepped on the muddy footprints, I saw red and yellow dry soil. There are many red and yellow footprints like spots. At first glance, the road looks more like a fat spotted snake.

Before Shi Yin got up that day, he heard Su Pu's voice and said, "Wait a minute." Then he changed his clothes and came out. Su Pu saw that he was wearing a light green T-shirt and a pair of black beach shorts. Su Pu was stunned for a moment, it looked a bit familiar, her head shook, and she remembered that it was... The person who peeked at her bathing.

It was only when I was drinking on the farmhouse's Tukang and listening to the villagers' gossip that I realized that Songshan Guaizi's wife had not escaped from Tianci Valley after all. It was the twelfth lunar month, the Tianci Valley was completely white, and the snow on the road was more than half a foot thick. Songshan Guaizi was playing mahjong in Zhu Dayao. Someone who heard the news said that his wife and someone had hurried out of the ditch. He quickly jumped down to the ground, without even bothering to lift up the heels of his shoes. He led four or five young men with shovels and followed them with two lines of footprints. He couldn't catch up at first, but then Feng Sihai cranked up the tractor, stepped on the accelerator, and caught up with his daughter-in-law and his mother's cousin at the entrance of the Tianci ditch.

Tang Zi said, it's not that I listen to you or not, let me ask. The naked Tang Zi actually stood up and shouted: Xiaodie, listen, my fourth brother Dong Nuan wants to marry you as his wife! Would you like to? Xiaodie didn't seem to hear it, but she obviously noticed us four boys. As a result, Tong Guo's fatal words made her rush towards him like crazy. Her pigtails were raised and her breasts were rising and falling, showing that she was obviously angry. What did you shout to Guo Guo? He shouted to Guo: Xiaodie, Xiaodie, my fourth brother wants to sleep with you. It's over, it's over. Dong Nuan stood up and it was too late to cover Tong Guo's mouth. Xiaodie clutched the Crescent Scythe, with tears in her eyes, and jumped on the river embankment and cursed. Next to her is our wheelbarrow parked. She cried and called us hooligans. I didn't expect girls to be so scolding. She scolded, and we scolded her too. Only Dongnuan didn't fight back. He moved closer to Xiaodie. Xiaodie glared and said, "Come here and I'll cut off your head." Dong Nuan said, you misunderstood, misunderstood.

Zhang Guozi is dead. The wind blew in his white hair. He sits calmly on the stone slab like a ripe fruit. The sheep didn't notice anything strange and continued to eat grass. Zhang Guozi is indeed dead. But he felt like he wasn't dead. He stood up from the stone slab. The air was neither cold nor hot, and the grass under his feet was extremely fresh. When he looked up, sheep all over the mountains and fields appeared in his sight. He stamped his feet, lowered his head and looked at the grass again. He felt that it was spring grass, and there were some red petals standing on the tips of the flowering grass. The dew on the grass blades told him that it was a spring morning.

We all understand that the rise and fall of our family is in sync with the rise and fall of the country. From quarrying stones on the Baishi River beach, to two legal trucks hauling earth and coal, to contracting the train platform and preparing their own wagons, to industrial expansion and extended development, every step is in line with the pulse of national development. In the final analysis, they still benefit from the development of the country. Every step an enterprise takes, it steps on the footsteps of the entire country moving forward. We, our family, may sound famous on the surface, but everyone understands that we are still ordinary people.

Hated them, hated the public humiliation of the twenty-eight bachelors, and even more hated the indifference of the village. Miaomiao finally chose to give up, because the goal was too vague, and it was not worth competing with those dead pigs that were not afraid of boiling water. Calling the police is just to let them in for a few days, so what's the use? The person who loses his reputation is himself, and those who go in will also bring Yu Peng with him. Sadly for the old party secretary, from now on, the crops in the field will not grow peacefully. There is no chance that there will be half a brick and dirt in the yard at night, let alone business. Miaomiao was a little at a loss. She felt tired, but she couldn't tell where she was. She didn't allow herself to be sad or have uncomfortable thoughts. She didn't want to add a burden to her parents.

As soon as you see the fire, you run away, do you understand? He smiled and looked at my running gestures. An unnatural smile appeared on the face burned by the fire, and the slightly open mouth looked like a coal mine, with the tongue curled up like a ball of crushed fungus inside. He turned around, his clothes stained by sparks were bulging like a torn sack, and he ran out of the classroom quickly. What do you care about him? He's sick here. Colleague Yang Ruotao pointed to his head. I didn't answer her words, and stared blankly outside the classroom. The sunset seemed to be on fire, shining on the brick-red pine branches in the yard. I still remember the first time I saw this child named Mo Ran, it was also in this evening. At that time, I came to Shuiyue Bay alone. After getting off the train, I was left on the bus next to this strange village.

Qingtai Street was originally a main street in the old city, connecting the Weihe Ferry in the south and Yifeng Street in the north. A Phoenix Tower separated the two streets from the north to the south. Yifeng Street houses the county government office, the Confucian Temple, and the Xuedao Gate in the early years. Although the buildings are dilapidated, they all have cornices, brackets, carved beams, and painted pillars. Qingtai Street is full of small houses with brick gatehouses and two wooden doors, which are simple but plain. Standing on the Phoenix Terrace and looking towards both sides, Yifeng Street looks like a lady, while Qingtai Street is clearly Xiaojiabiyu. It is small but has its own small advantages. It is simple, bright and unpretentious, with more than thirty residents and three to five stores. The streets are lined with willow trees and weeping willows. It has a leisurely, quiet and a little bit of loneliness. The people on Qingtai Street are as unassuming as this street. During the Cultural Revolution, the King's flag was changed on the top of the Phoenix Tower, and all the people waving the flag and shouting were on Yifeng Street.

As soon as the village mass meeting was announced to be over, the venue immediately became chaotic. This was in the 1970s, during the upsurge of national participation in labor. We junior high school students all took vacation this year and returned to the village to participate in the summer harvest. I was assigned to the second group of the first team, and the group leader was Liu Fulu. Liu Fulu was the captain and team leader, so as soon as the meeting ended, I hurried to find Liu Fulu. Liu Fulu is in his 50s and not tall. It is not easy to find him in the bustling crowd. Fortunately, he had a very loud voice, and before he saw anyone, he was heard shouting: "People in the second group, gather under the jujube tree; People in the second group, gather under the jujube tree." Several people were already waiting under the tree. Liu Fulu sat upright on a big rock, holding a copy of "People's Daily" in his hand. He rolled his eyes from time to time to see who was coming.

Before it gets dark, Mai Ya'er has prepared a meal and laid it out on the table, causing Suizi to wrinkle her thin nose and jump up and down. Ma Ya'er said to her daughter, "Suizi, if you want to eat it, then try it first." Suizi blushed and said, "No, I want to eat with my parents, but Mom, the food you cook is really delicious." You eat it. I don't. Suizi said, I called daddy. I'd better go and shout, did you do your homework? Okay, then you play for a while, Ma Ya'er untied his waist and said, I'll be right back. Gao Liang was playing mahjong in the chess and card room. The chess and card room is located in the village chief's home. The village chief had many houses, so he donated the one near the road to serve as the village committee office. The office was divided into two and hung with a curtain. He bought two mahjong machines and placed them inside. Nothing happens on weekdays, but when the curtain is drawn, this place becomes a mahjong parlor.

The big-assed Heixiazi identified two characters, one was Sun Ziduo and the other was Cai Baozi. The grandson Duo is a single generation descendant. In order to make the Sun family prosperous, his parents placed their hope on him and named him Ziduo. The parents are also confused, but it is impeccable to have many children. The key is that they are associated with the Sun family, which is a bit nondescript. But Sun Tzu doesn't see it that way. He thinks that a name is just a title, equivalent to a label on a product. If you want to create a brand, in addition to having excellent products, the brand must be new and different. The fact that his parents could give him this name contains their ardent hope. Of course, having many grandchildren lived up to his parents' high expectations, and his wife also lived up to her expectations, giving birth to a boy and a girl at once. Of course, vegetable buns are not a staple food on the table, they are a person's nickname. The reason why he is called Cai Baozi is because his surname is Cai.

Huo Pin withdrew his gaze from Jixin Lake, his eyes feeling astringent and swollen. He turned his head to the side and rubbed it, and his vision suddenly became blurry. A man ran towards Huo Pin, but Huo Pin couldn't see clearly. In front of me is Accountant Liu. Huo Pinwen was so panicked, what happened? Accountant Liu wiped his sweat and said that Mayor Wu asked Huo Pin to hold a meeting. Huo Pin said he understood, but he didn't move and looked towards Jixin Lake again. The lake water has just melted and is glowing with cyan. Under the reflection of the lake water, the row of red houses on the shore is particularly dazzling. Accountant Liu said anxiously, Mayor Wu asked to go now. Huo Pin didn't answer, but looked at the scars on Accountant Liu's neck and asked, "Are you disappointed again?" Accountant Liu covered his neck and laughed, no longer urging. Huo Pin then walked back slowly. Huo Pin has been the village chief for more than 20 years. He has entered the township government gate countless times, but now he is quite worried about entering. I don't want to see Wu Shi.

Everything is still in the smoke of yesterday. The wind rumbled. I saw it, through the lead-colored skyline of the old house. Here too today! Needless to say, the meaning of "Taishun" must be "Kangtai and Smoothness", which immediately hits the mark of traditional culture. It is the core, most perfect and highest-level life expectation of our Chinese nation. Therefore, there are many people in the country called "Kang", "Tai", "Ping" and "Shun", but the best combination of "Tai + Shun" is uniquely held by Taishun County in Zhejiang.

When she was very young, Yuanyuan didn't know that there were people living behind the woods at Houchakou. She thought that there were also fields behind the woods. The woods were very large, wrapped in fields, and surrounded by acres of green fields, which looked flat and stretched out. She and her friends had never been there before. They would rather walk along the field ridge in an orderly manner, play all the way, walk for a while, and then change a path and walk back. The forest was too big and far away, so they did not dare to go. The first time Yuanyuan went to Houchakou, her aunt took her there. My aunt married in a neighboring village and was a relative of my mother's family. Because they were so close, she often came and went. Every time my aunt comes back, she brings some snacks to Yuanyuan and her brother. At the beginning of spring, my aunt came. As soon as she walked in, she said she was late and wanted to wish her well in the future. Mother welcomed aunt into the house, saying it was not too late, and if she didn't come in the first month, she would definitely come this month.

Xiu Duo was woken up by her dog crying. I don't know why Xiu Duo's dog barked tonight, but it sounded very special. It always sounded like a person crying, miserable, like a dead mother. There is a saying in Jinjiaping that as long as the dog of a house cries, that house will suffer a bloody disaster in the near future. This statement sounds really creepy, and no one wants to believe it, but many things have happened that people in Jinjiaping have to believe. When Xiu Duo heard the faint cry of her dog in her ears, Xiu Duo woke up suddenly. She had not heard the cry of a dog for many years. She still clearly remembered that twelve years ago, her mother's big dog cried once for three days in a row, making the whole village miserable.

The Great Wall meanders from Shanhaiguan in the east to the Taolin Pass in the north of Yongping Prefecture. A large river flows south across the pass canyon. This is the Qinglong River, a tributary of the Luanhe River, the largest river in eastern Hebei. Qinglong River was called Xuanshui in ancient times, and it was once the hometown of the Shanrong people. As the river flows to the foot of Caiyun Mountain, the water gradually slows down and the river surface becomes wider. The mountains and waters here are as beautiful as a picture screen. There are many stork nests among the winding branches and on the canopy, one after another, scattered high and low, and it is difficult to count... Many years later, someone came back from Guandong and said that when they stayed in a hotel outside the Guan, the owner and the proprietress of the store always inquired about Old Stork Bay intentionally or unintentionally after hearing his accent. Looking back now, the boss and his wife looked very much like Chun Wang and Miss Tan back then.

On the day of my father's death, I was convinced that the years in this world were long and cold, and I should go wandering with my bag on my back. No matter where in the world, the weather would be cloudy and windy, but I didn't. I followed my mother silently, with nothing to think about and nothing to think about, like the ever-changing cloud that swept from the top of Qinggang Peak to the sky above Bailianpu. My father loves his mother to the utmost, and she loves to eat crabs. Every year after autumn, he will go to the Bailian Reservoir to rummage for crabs.

Recently, Branch Secretary Kamu has been feeling very happy. Kamu's house has a telephone with a shiny red casing and a caller ID that flashes on and off. This is the first telephone in the village. Party Secretary Kamu has no reason to be unhappy or dissatisfied. The county implemented a telephone "every village" project. Although Pataopo was a bit remote, it had to be installed. The Kamu party secretary did not want to lag behind other villages, so he and his wife struggled for a few days to bring the three-year-old son at home to the market and sell it. The township government gave him a small subsidy before installing this telephone. The phone is wireless, and the technician said it's called a program-controlled phone. Party Secretary Kamu didn't understand it at all, but Party Secretary Kamu felt that wireless ones were better than wired ones. In the movie, Wang Cheng was carrying a wireless one.

Lao Meng'er, Lao Meng'er is not old, and looking like a mouse doesn't necessarily mean he is old, it's just a name. He loves to dream and dreams all the time, so that's why he got this name? Maybe. When I was seven or eight years old, I was sitting on the top of the mountain counting sheep and playing with the sheep herder. The sheep herder was bored. According to ancient times, there used to be a sheep herder in Bai'an. When Yang Po was going down the mountain, she heard someone on the mountain say: "Sleeping in this stone every day is killing me. I want to get out!" I kept hearing this nonsense for several days, and the sheepherder, no matter who it was, responded casually: If you are too frustrated, just come out. What are you waiting for? As soon as he finished speaking, there was a thunderous sound in the air, the cliff collapsed, and gravel fell like raindrops. He was so scared that he couldn't close his eyes. After a crackling sound for a while, he opened his eyes again. There was a golden light from the top of the cliff, like a golden mountain. There was an empty space on the mountainside, and a Buddha stood there, waving to him.

Chang Huaimin's heart is affected by all the big and small events in East Bay. On this day, Chang Huaimin missed dinner at the police station when he came back from the countryside. He cooked a package of instant noodles and ate it, then walked out of the station to take a walk and think about his thoughts. People from the mountains are moving out one after another, and the number of people in the village is becoming increasingly scarce, but there is no shortage of things like this or that. Just as he was thinking about it, a light flashed across the road and there was a roar. He could tell that it was a man riding a motorcycle passing by. Looking at the watch, it's already past ten o'clock in the evening. Who is still walking at night at this time? Looking at the direction, heading towards Wu'an Village, Chang Huaimin felt a little suspicious in his mind. When he returned to the office, he saw that everyone had gone to bed. He washed his feet and did not go to bed. He sat at his desk and felt as if there was something else. "Ding ding ding..." The phone in the duty room rang suddenly.

Bai'an is just an ordinary village on the Loess Plateau, not close to lakes or rivers. What is it called? Legend has it that in ancient times there was Jinyang Lake here, and Dayu controlled the water. Bai'an compiles village history. There are myths and village cadres in the book, which is called the mainstream. Idle people are a kind of small people. They cannot be published in books and are only passed down orally among the common people. I have selected one batch before, and this time I recorded the second batch. Fairy American young man Huo Qubing felt strange and asked his fiancée Huanhuan: Why does my expectant mother have an extra red square on her eyebrow? Also making fragrance and making snacks, what are you doing? Huanhuan's mother, Shuanying, is a barefoot doctor in Bai'an. She has been suffering from headaches for two days. She thinks this is not a real disease and wants to go to Haihua to find some relief for herself. --Haihua has been struggling with God recently.

Head east from Dazu County and take an hour's bus ride to Huilong Town. Huilong Town borders Xiaolin Township, Tongliang County in the north, and is about 30 kilometers away from Tongliang County. In 1989, I took my students to visit the memorial hall of martyr Qiu Shaoyun, the hero of the War to Resist U. S. Aggression and Aid Korea. The martyrs' monument standing in front of the memorial hall is 15 meters high. On the top of the monument is a 5-meter-high bronze statue of the martyrs. The title of the monument was inscribed by Commander-in-Chief Zhu. It is adjacent to Baoding Town and Zhifeng Town to the west. Baoding Mountain in Baoding Town is the main location of the world-famous Dazu Rock Carvings. It has the largest, highest artistic value and best-preserved Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara statue in the world. I don't know what Zhifeng Town is about, I only know that it is the hometown of Master Zhao Zhifeng, the founder of Dazu Rock Carvings. It is adjacent to Jinshan Town in the south.

Hunger can drive you crazy and lose all passion. Indeed. Rural cartoonist Liu Depu used to be very good at talking to himself, talking to himself like a lunatic. This may be inseparable from his career in artistic creation. But my once wild imagination suddenly became dull. I don't know if it was due to my recent bad mood or hunger. In short, the several selves that could be separated in my heart were nagging each other so much that I don't know where they have shrunk now. Only the original aging self is left, abandoned at home by my wife who has been living in her parents' house for half a month. Every day, my stomach is empty and I am too lazy to cook. I glance at my face in the mirror on the wall, and it is all yellowish. So I smiled bitterly, laughed at myself secretly, and went to cook.

In the evening, the bell rang, emitting a breathtaking buzzing sound that rippled and swirled in the village, in the ravines, and could be heard on the entire plateau. This bell hasn't rung for almost a year. Why is it ringing now? People in the ancient plains felt more cordial after hearing this. The old people felt even more excited. Because, most of their lives are spent with the sound of bells. Therefore, they miss the sun and moon that ring the bell. But since the old village chief left for work last spring, the bell has lost its sound. The villagers went straight to the place where the bell was ringing in twos and threes. The village is located on the plateau and has a nice name: Guyuan. The village is not small, and it occupies a lot of land. It is almost covered with a ditch. Said to be a ditch, it is actually a plateau between two plateaus.

Later, I often thought that if it weren't for Song Sannizi and Song Chunli, my second brother would have gone to the city to work as a worker. His fate might have been different, and he wouldn't have done that big thing that shocked the world. Later, I often thought that if that big thing had not failed halfway, my second brother would not have eloped with Song Sannizi, and she would eventually become my second sister-in-law. Song Sannizi is a flower in Jiaopo Village. Song Sannizi's beauty lies in her waist and swollen breasts, which make all men's imaginations flutter and their hearts flutter. In fact, when my second brother was about to do that big thing, Song Sannizi already had a husband, and her fiancé was Jiao Yuzhu, the son of the village party secretary Jiao Laoliu.

It was the autumn of 1977 when Zifang joined the medical team organized by the Second Hospital and came to Songkuo Town. By September of the following year, it had already been a year. When they arrived in Songkor, the Songkor People's Hospital had just built a new inpatient department and dormitories, which were clean and spacious. Therefore, the living conditions of this batch were much better than those of the previous batches. It's just that as time goes by, I want to go home. Zifang was on duty the night of the accident. After eating and taking a shower, she went to the ward. At that time, they all loved to study, and the books they read became thicker and thicker. Zifang was also reading a large medical book at that time. By 8:30, they had been sitting for two hours. There was no wind in the room, and when Zifang went to the corridor, there was no wind either. Outside the window was the hillside in the dusk. In the open space where the hospital connected to the hillside, a row of jagged dark gray dots were members of the medical team.

As soon as she arrived at the office building in the morning, Lin Li heard someone shouting, telling her to go to the director's office quickly. Lin Li murmured in her heart, wondering if it was because she didn't have morning exercises this morning. Early winter came early in Shigatse, Houzang. Lin Li, who graduated from Military Medical College, was assigned to the field hospital here for a year and four months. She always felt that she had not had time to truly adapt to the plateau climate here. There was a strong wind howling all night last night. This morning, although he heard the sound of the trumpet, Lin Li felt a little cold and hesitated for a moment without getting up. Lin Li stood timidly by the door of Director Zhang's office. Director Zhang looked at her, smiled and whispered, Xiaolin, sit down. After a pause, Director Zhang said again, I want to inform you to go to the division in the morning. What's up? Lin Li asked nervously.

Doctor of Philosophy Jiang Gongzhi sat in front of the large glass window of the Provincial Party Committee Building, holding his chin with his hands, staring at the various cars on the street outside the building, closing and closing the corners of his mouth, and closing and closing his mouth. He could not control the joy in his heart, but he still laughed out loud. He was completely unprepared for this sudden news. He would never have imagined that he, a stubborn, self-deprecating, stubborn donkey, could actually become a county-level leader. Although Nuwei County is the poorest mountainous county in the province, being sent there as deputy secretary of the county committee can be regarded as a sign of ancestral virtue and Bole's insight. It is because of my father's lifelong integrity, his scholarly demeanor as a teacher, and his ancestors' practice for three generations that this tall and green wormwood tree grew in the graveyard. I heard that there is a river called Nan'er River in Nuwei County that flows through the whole county. Nan'er River in Nuwei County is very romantic. There must be many strange legends here.

The area where the old street is located is called Nancheng. In the early years, the so-called Nancheng in Beijing was also called the Outer City. The east and west cities in the inner city are inhabited by people of status and respectability. It is said that at that time, most of the residences of princes and nobles were located in the West City, and wealthy businessmen mostly lived in the East City; in the South City, it was the territory of ordinary people. Small businessmen, hawkers, actors and actresses, as well as escorts and porters, all gather here. The old street is located at the junction of the inner and outer cities and has always been the liveliest and most prosperous place. At the northern end of the old street, there is Yueshengzhai, which has been famous for hundreds of years. Legend has it that the Queen Mother's favorite food was Yueshengzhai's sauced beef. Every New Year, Yueshengzhai would send dozens of boxes of sauced beef to the palace as tribute. Walking south, you arrive at Dashilan, an old commercial district in Beijing that is famous both at home and abroad. No matter how famous Wangfujing Xidan is, no matter how luxurious Set Yansha is, people in old Beijing still have a soft spot for Dashilar.

Set off early in the morning and return in the evening. Brave hunter, you have walked through two thousand mountains and five hundred rivers, and seen three hundred wolves and fifty foxes. If you want to tell people stories, tell them about wolves, because wolf stories are the best. The dire wolf didn't eat me. I'm alive. He climbed up from the snow, rubbed his eyes with his hands, and slowly opened them. It was still dark, but he was still alive and he was no longer afraid. Just now, a wolf yelled and jumped out from behind the tree. He screamed and collapsed to the ground like a ball of mud. The wolf jumped out so fast that the ice on the branches was thrown out like a shining knife. He saw the wolf pounce on him, he instinctively closed his eyes, and the world turned into darkness. It was already dark, but after he closed his eyes, everything became dark.

After dinner, the landlord Li Baotang was sitting in an armchair in the main room, holding an exquisite purple sand cup in his hand, drinking tea slowly. The doorkeeper hurriedly ran in: "Master, there are three people outside the door, saying they are here to pay back horse money..." "Come in, please come in." Li Baotang waved. Indeed, there are several buyers who still owe money to the Li family for horses. When the Li family sold horses, acquaintances often took the horses away because they didn't have enough money. Most of them gave away their money one after another, but only five or six buyers have not paid back yet. The servant brought Sun Dachin into the yard, pointed to Li Baotang who was waiting at the door of the main room: "The master is waiting, please invite me." Then he turned and went back. Sun Dachin led two people towards Li Baotang.

Now, Yan Snake has an extra bargaining chip in his hand. Yan She bought a minivan two days ago with her lottery winnings. This silver-gray van is now another bargaining chip for him. His first bargaining chip was that he was good at playing the flute. That was five or six years ago. In that urban-rural fringe neighborhood, girls who could play the flute were very popular there. At that time, girls often stopped and watched in front of Yan She's bedroom window. The girls asked the neighbors about Yan She's personal situation. They wanted to get to know Yan She, but Yan She was timid and shy. Before she even spoke to anyone, her face turned red to the root of her neck. The girls liked Yan She in their hearts, and they would go outside Yan She's house to listen to him play the flute whenever they had time. Of course, I have already explained that this was five or six years ago. In the past five or six years, this city has completely changed.

Although Yan Lianke and I are from the same hometown, we are not familiar with each other. I only remember meeting once in the late autumn of 1999 at the "Central Plains Forum" seminar held in Xiaoji, Xinxiang, Henan. We went back to attend this conference as writers from Henan Province working outside the province. In late autumn in the north, the chill is already very obvious. Yan Lianke walked towards him. He was of medium height, with a mature face and a solid build. He was dressed thickly and not neatly, giving people a very heavy feeling. His expression was not alert, he looked gloomy and clumsy. When he stood there, the colorful light shone on him through the gaps between the trees. It was thick and heavy like a rock, but not so hard and cold. In silence, behind him was the desolate and ancient countryside of the Central Plains. The sky is still blue during the day, but you can feel that after the sun disappears, the incomplete night, the moving shadows, and the sleepless sadness are swaying.

The old street is like the appendix of the city, with low walls and gray tiles, and smoke curling up from cooking stoves. I will live here for the rest of my life, grow up here, and be different from here. The past events are vivid and my dreams are lingering in my soul. The saying is: The most beautiful thing is the Mid-Autumn Moon, and the closest friends are the people in the streets. It is reported that the old streets will disappear soon due to the renovation of the old city. After hearing about it, I tossed and turned for a long time, unable to let go. My old neighbor's voice and appearance were the same as yesterday, so I jotted them down and talked about them. People in Jingshuiyue Street call their wives not "wife" but "wife". Jing Shuiyue is Zheng Laohan's wife. The moon in the well water looks like a curved moon in the water. It is watery and white. But Zheng Laohan is taller and thicker than Li Kui with a black face. The two of them were sitting together, just like the old saying: "Flowers are stuck in cow dung." But when the bastard looked at the mung bean, the two of them had an eye for each other. "What do you want me to ask about Laohan? I just want him to be a good person!" Jing Shuiyue said.

Village Chief Long thought for a night and decided to change the name of his youngest son Long Tongsuo. Early the next morning, the village chief went to the village primary school to find Teacher Tang. "Let's call it twist lock." Teacher Tang guessed the village chief's thoughts and pretended to read a few dictionaries before saying, "It means transfer." Hearing the name, the village chief laughed loudly. The two of them stood under a row of poplar trees, and suddenly they felt a tremor on the ground, and even the leaves of the poplar trees could not stop themselves from trembling in pain. "Old guy, you're beating Hu Ji again." "Isn't Zhou Shuyi's house built yet?" Teacher Tang looked in the direction of old Zhou's house on the opposite hillside. "It should be soon, Lao Zhou's Hu Ji has been fighting for three years." The village chief's smile became more meaningful.

A bowl of old soup is the treasure of the Chen family. A bowl of old soup has been stewed over and over until the Republic of China, and from the Republic of China to yesterday. The sauced meat stewed in the old soup is famous at home and abroad. How many vicissitudes of the world have been stewed in the old soup? Mr. Chen's sauced pork tastes different from other people's sauced pork. When I was old, the shopkeeper wanted to eat soybean meat, so he sent his apprentice to buy it. The apprentice was lazy and found a nearby place to buy it. As soon as the shopkeeper ate it, he slapped him in the face: "This soybean meat tastes like wood residue. Buy half a catty of Chenji soybean meat!" You see, Tianjin people can't live without Chenji soybean meat. What is the difference between Lao Tianjin Wei Chenji Sauce Pork and other people's sauce pork? I can't say it's famous, but it just tastes different. Chen Kee Sauce Pork tastes just like Chen Kee Sauce Pork. The sauce pork sold by others cannot produce this taste.

A long time ago, my family lived in a remote mountain village in the middle of the "Yishunzhao" wilderness. The so-called "Yishunzhao" is actually an irregular wasteland in the west of the Songnen Alluvial Plain, which is now the land in Datong District, Daqing City, Heilongjiang Province. I heard from my grandfather that they migrated from the south at the beginning of the last century. At that time, there were only five households living together in the village, so it was named "Five Big Households". Although it was already in the early 1950s when I remembered, the beautiful scenery of the grassland, the life-threatening battle between humans and wolves for territory, and the ghostly performances of the "Two Immortals" in the human world are still vivid in my mind. Although the grasslands at that time were sparsely populated, thrilling noises could be heard from every remote village from time to time.

When I was twelve years old, I could just turn the wheel. A dark, thin and frail boy cannot yet be called a man. If he can turn the wheel, it means that he has begun to do the work that a man should do. In our dry and heavy loess plateau, it is a heavy physical labor to pick up a bucket, turn the windlass, and carry water from the well platform. In any house, if the men are outside and the women are walking down the alley with hunched shoulders, staggering, and splashing water, even the houses on both sides will cast pity on them. When a man comes back, the first thing he does is carry a bucket to the well to fetch water. A man who lives not far from home must fill up his water tank when he returns home after a while before he can leave with peace of mind. To measure whether a man is diligent or lazy, just look at the water in the tank.

When the light spot climbed up the street, the reflection from the ice sheet dazzled Wu Chengshui's eyes. At this time, Wu Chengshui finished the last hammer blow and put away the stove, and the day's work was completed. But the day's schedule is not over yet. Since the Yuchuantan Hydropower Station began to store water, he and Heizi would come to the embankment of the Zhong Pier on time every day to look at the waterline, the way the Youshui gradually became plentiful, and the motor boats in the river and the birds on the water. Usually at times like this, he would light a cigarette and squat on the stone bench, and Heizi would come forward and squat with him, watching honestly. People who like to joke say that Heizi and Mr. Shui are in love with each other. Wu Chengshui was not angry after hearing this, thinking that a dog with human nature is better than a wife with no human nature. In fact, upon closer inspection, the place where Wu Chengshui squats now was not the river embankment, but his family's old house.