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Most of the small towns in the south have something in common, they are surrounded by mountains and rivers. The mountains are winding and evergreen all year round. Especially in spring, flowers bloom everywhere, like a big garland on the heads of small towns. The water flows naturally, like a light streamer floating out from the mountains. After stopping for a while next to the small town, it wraps a ribbon around the neck of the small town. Small towns and small towns have become more and more beautiful. Tangping is such a small town, with a permanent population of less than 10,000. Adding in the floating population, the number is just over 10,000. There is a mountain behind Tangping, called Jiming Mountain. As the name suggests, from a distance, the mountain looks like a crowing rooster. There is a river in front of Tangping named Yihe.

This person I can never find again turned out to be a good friend of mine. At that time, his financial situation was very bad. For several months, he could not even pay the rent. He often borrowed money from people for the same reasons. He always said that someone in the family was sick, which emptied his little savings, and his job was intermittent. It was not his fault that he lost his job. During the economic crisis, every one of us has had this kind of bad luck. It's just that after he lost his job for the last time, he couldn't find anything new to do for a long time, and he could only sit still and live in vain. He lived very close to me, but this time, it was very late when he asked me to borrow money. During those days, my friends around me were annoyed by him. They would avoid him when they saw him from a distance, and sometimes they would meet him accidentally. This situation lasted for four or five days. He would hang out at my place for business, and the last time he stayed until very late.

As soon as Tang retired, he clamored and insisted on returning to his hometown. Since the broadcast of "A Bite of China" that year, he saw a citizen in Beijing setting up a vegetable garden on the roof and living an urban pastoral life. He has been nagging him to go back to his hometown after retirement and build a small vegetable garden. He was often intoxicated while describing: "I cleared out the front and back of the house, which was at least a hundred square meters, and planted vegetables, fruits, flowers, trees, and trees. In the summer, I lay in a rocking chair under the wisteria trellis, shaking the palm fan, drinking tea, and the sea breeze blew. It smells salty and seafood. At this time, magnolias and gardenias are blooming, and the fragrance of flowers comes with the evening breeze. You pick the green vegetables, rinse them by the well, go directly to the kitchen, and stir-fry them to create a plate of pollution-free green food. "

He Xiaohe thought that when this day came, she would burst into tears, and that her colleagues would look at each other speechless and shed tears. None. She couldn't even hear clearly what the president was saying on the podium. She fell asleep as soon as her butt fell off the chair, and her colleagues called her He Xiaochan. On the left, Wang Zilu, a reporter from the International News Department, is playing mobile games, and on the right, Zhu Yangai, director of the Finance Department, is watching the stock market. Jiang Zuo from the Ministry of Current Affairs poked her in the back and handed her a piece of paper, which read: Have you found your next home? Only then did He Xiaohe hear the president's voice choked up. He announced that the last issue of the newspaper was for himself and would not be distributed to the outside world. Zhu Yan shook her phone and said, "It's all red again today. What do you two think?" Wang Zilu said, look with your eyes. He Xiaohe said, Taiji will come.

Strong wind. The temperature plummeted. Winter is really coming. The sky is gray. The trees are gray. The house is gray. People are also gray. You should take a shower in this weather. But the school bathhouse is closed today. It won't be open tomorrow either. As for the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow will not be open either. Bathing will have to wait until next Tuesday. Yao Xia felt uncomfortable all over. People who know Yao Xia say that he has mysophobia. The room where a man lives is so clean. In fact, only Yao Xia himself knows how much dust there is in those corners. Yao Xia felt that she was the dirtiest person. Living in gray all day long, even taking a shower is of no use. It is difficult to regain that clean and refreshing feeling. There are always so many people in the bathhouse. When you take a shower, there are always two or three people waiting beside you, watching expressionlessly as you scrub your naked body under the tap.

I was six years old when I was trapped in Changchun. My family lives on the edge of the city, not far away from a railway that never sees trains. Opposite the railway is a patch of willow trees. Through the willow trees is an old Taoist temple. There is a hole at the root of the wall behind the temple. A stream of clear spring water flows out from the hole, forming a small stream that is not wide. It goes around the small temple and flows into the large meadow behind the temple. Six months ago, my mother took me to the temple to "jump over the wall". It's really interesting. The old man with a white beard in the temple accepted the red rooster with the big crest that I brought, shaved my head, leaving only a small bunch of "old hair" on the back of my head, and then asked me to stand on a small bench. He muttered for a while, hit me on the head with a red chopstick, and asked me to jump off the bench and run out of the temple without looking back. Even if I passed the "test", I would never get sick again.

The 2013 Nobel Prize for Literature was announced on October 10. The Canadian female writer Alice Munro's award may be another surprise to everyone - she only writes short stories, never long novels. This seems to be a reminder to some writers who think that it is important to write long stories: there is never any priority in writing, but the emphasis is on embodying the essence and spirit of art. In the award speech for this year's Nobel Prize in Literature, Alice Munro was hailed as a "master of contemporary short stories." In this issue, we focus on promoting her most famous masterpiece, the novel "Escape", which won the 3rd Booker International Literature Prize, and attaches the author's biography and the related link "Speaking of Munro" so that readers can get a glimpse and have a preliminary understanding of Alice Munro's novel creation. Kara heard the sound before the car even climbed over the top of the hill-the slightly raised mound of earth known to those nearby as a hill.

A young stowaway worked hard to create his own world in Shenzhen in the early days. His history of making a fortune is full of strength, courage and wisdom. This is a small microcosm of China's economic development in the early days of reform and opening up, and the best example of the "Chinese Dream". How did this stowaway make his fortune? Li Ruifeng came to Shenzhen to sneak into Shenzhen. At that time, the most obvious sign of the reform and opening up was to allow overseas Chinese to return to their hometowns to visit relatives. A distant relative of his mother came back from Singapore and tied the gold necklaces into knots and assembled them into a thick and large super necklace. When he saw the relatives, he immediately took off one section and restored it to a small necklace. He put it on the relative's neck. This incident had a great impact on Li Ruifeng because when his sister Li Ruixue got married, the most expensive gift from his brother-in-law's family was a gold necklace.

Lin Yihan took jobs everywhere. It is easier, easier, more interesting, and more enjoyable to do negative reporting than to do positive reporting. As a reporter for a prefecture-level tabloid, it is really frustrating and annoying to follow regional or county and city leaders all day long and write some tofu articles. A veteran like Lin Yihan was very disdainful of this. Negative reports are different. They go deep into counties and cities and dig out problems in a certain unit. Then it is published in the newspaper. This is called exposure. Sky! Who is not afraid? Now we have to dig out the problem, and we have to dig it out accurately. In the education system, schools charge arbitrary fees. In the medical system, doctor-patient disputes arise one after another. Food safety, prices, and law enforcement agencies are running amok. You can write anything, but as soon as you write, it will turn into a mess, up and down. Lin Yihan knows it deeply and is passionate about it. Because as long as there is chaos, he can gain benefits. This requires a good grasp of the heat.

When a dream is repeatedly illuminated by a bronze mirror, the dream acquires the weight and strength of an entanglement. When I woke up from the weak confusion at the end of the sixth dream, the seventh dream was filled with dark green foam in the turbulent waves of the ancient Yunnan swamp. Commander "Che", "General" strategist, and "Bao" commander continued in their dream outside the sixth dream, and penetrated into this dream through their eyes, ears and mouth, as another supplement to the mystery of the past after the death of their physical world. My dreams, through their virtual existence, record the ancient Yunnan mythical beasts, real legends and wars. I had a premonition that this dream was unusual. In the dark green foam, I heard the mixed sounds of many ancient beasts. These sounds do not come from reproduction. They have the same harbinger and aura as those wars in ancient Yunnan that have always troubled me.

This place was built and put into use less than a month ago. How did you know about its existence? To the outside world, it remains a secret. I have been paying attention to it for a few days, but now I can only regret to say that I can't help you with your request. He is tall, has a Chinese-shaped face but is thin, is deeply short-sighted and wears blue-rimmed glasses. These characteristics you describe of him, and even the large black mole under his right earlobe you mentioned, cannot be matched with a definite target here. Because, I might as well just say, they're all under the mask. As doctors, we and our patients cannot see each other's faces. It's the fear of seeing it, at least we are. This is beyond your imagination.

My cousin Ma Yulin was originally going to open his own cattle pen on the sixth day of the first lunar month in 1941. However, this arrangement was not implemented due to unexpected circumstances. As far as the sixth day of the Lunar New Year is concerned, it is a free time that my cousin has been busy for several days. Before, he was immersed in the strong New Year atmosphere like the people in the village and was busy every day. Our village is located in the mountainous area in the northern part of Guanzhong. Although the world is chaotic, our village is relatively peaceful, and every family spends the New Year in a decent manner. Just playing Shehuo lasted from the 26th of the twelfth lunar month to the fifth day of the first lunar month, and the village was full of gongs and drums all day long. My cousin's father is the best hunter in the village. Every time he goes hunting, he comes back with a full harvest.

In the spring, I followed my mother back to our burned home. The bamboo forest and winding river outside the house are still as clean as they were when we left. But the house was gone, and what we saw was a crumbling, charred house, like an old man who had just passed away, shivering with fear of the cold, and his joints creaking in the wind. The furniture was all gone, and the floor was covered with black debris. I was thinking about my toy and wanted to run in, but my mother caught me and threw it outside the house, crying. Through the walls that were no longer complete, I saw my mother rummaging around in the stove hole like crazy. The earthen stove had long since cooled down and was now as cold as the house after the flames. The stove ashes were stirred up by her mother and enveloped her like mist. My mother never spoke, and my crying outside the house gradually turned into a howl. Looking at our village through misty tears, I saw many people coming back one after another, silently cleaning up their empty homes.

Facing Liu Zhengfa, Bai Guangbin, chairman of the County Political Consultative Conference, would still think of that distant night when he walked fearfully through the streets to find Zhao Zhao even after many years. At that time, the man asked Chairman Bai to put him on the pedestal because of a word; the person who had knelt down to him and put him on the pedestal was also because of a word. A harsh word. Hehe--Chairman Bai laughed twice, but things were still changing. He himself could hear the dry laughter in his throat. Only he himself can appreciate the taste of dry laughter. After laughing twice, he had a grimace on his face and shook his head to himself. He had never set a low stake before, and now he had to play a low stake to that person. Who would believe that a sentence spoken in anger can make someone hold a grudge and fulfill it years later.

In our Yaoshan, there are several family groups. There are about seven or eight, almost every unit has one. The so-called family group refers to the family members of employees, and almost all of them are women. Of course, we do not rule out individual young people who are still young. They have no formal jobs and cannot stay at home. Therefore, if you go out and do something, you can somewhat subsidize your family income. What I'm talking about here is the family group in Sangong District. There is a woman named Li Taozi in the group, whose fate is touching. The man Gu Hanyang was severely disabled and his legs had been amputated. It was interrupted by gangue underground. He either lies on the bed or sits in a wheelchair every day. It is conceivable that he suffers psychologically and physically. There are also two cubs, one is seven years old, named Dangdang. One is four years old, named Guigui. Therefore, Li Taozi's burden is heavy.

Malanhua's family was about to leave. She went to the town to buy things and drove home. A red scarf was tied to the left side of the car handle, and a grinning bag was hung on the right side of the car. At that time, she was thirty years old. The mountains form a huge "U", which contains birch forests, wider glaciers, snowfields, large slopes, small slopes, narrow glaciers... After passing the narrower glaciers, we reach the bottom of the "U" - Malanhua's village. Malanhua believes that the village should not be called Longtoushan, but Jingdi Village is more appropriate. The snow was rolled over layer by layer by passing wheels mixed with stones, making Malanhua always worried about slipping. She hunched over the whole journey, resisting the north wind and snow. The hood of the car made a clanging sound, like a roaring tractor. Riding to the entrance of the village, the wheels of the cart got stuck. She pulled her feet and wheels out of the snow and rushed from the east to the west of the village, creating other symbols of different shades and twists and turns.

There is a village at the foot of Ziyun Mountain called Doujiao Village. There is a farmer named Shengfa at the west end of Doujiao Village. He is in his fifties and has a short and chubby figure. He has a oily bald head, broom eyebrows, and black bean eyes. Every time he speaks a word, he blinks his eyes at least three times, and every time he blinks, a "dot" appears in his stomach. All in all, he looked strong and smart. In the past few years, Shanda has opened restaurants, opened shops, and made a fortune through business. He has ten thousand to eight thousand yuan in hand. When you are rich, you become angry. His family built a house, married a wife, and was very grand. The villagers looked red-eyed. They respected him on the surface, but secretly called him "Lao Facai" with jealousy. Yesterday was the wedding day of Jin Zhu, the eldest son of the Sheng family. Lao Facai set up thirteen tables for a banquet for guests.

It was a clear morning after the rain, but the sun had not yet come out. The village was surrounded by layers of mist, and the birds that had woken up early began to chirp, making the quiet atmosphere suddenly full of vitality. In the fields in the distance, farmers were walking around in shadows and shadows. They carried baskets on their backs, held scythes, wore straw hats, and raincloths. They were exploring everywhere, turning over here, planing there, sometimes bending down, sometimes standing up, and the rain and dew hanging on the branches and leaves wet their clothes without even noticing. They seemed to be looking for something, walking in a hurry, but not in a hurry, looking very calmly, as if they were looking for something, which was dispensable to them, but at the same time they were so hungry and thirsty. If you go up and inquire, a sincere farmer will tell you: I am looking for chickens.

The off-road vehicle left the highway and bumped onto a winding gravel road in the mountains. The scenery remains the same, with towering giant peaks and clear blue water. The white rocks and green bushes contrast with the bright blue sky and long white clouds. This is a typical karst terrain feature. You slowly get a feel for it. Although more than thirty years have passed and you have almost lost your way in the mountains of Boryeong, the scenery you see still keeps awakening your memory. Especially when the neat and uniform farmhouses along the highway, whose walls were artificially painted white and whose four eaves were exquisitely outlined with maroon paint, were gradually replaced by low old brick houses, stone houses, and even adobe houses with thatched roofs in order to create an environment for attracting investment, your old memories gradually became clear. The winding mountain road that twists left and right constantly leads the lonely off-road vehicle to the depths of the mountain. You can feel the Wildthorn Flats getting closer and closer.

Rudong City organized four teams to study and inspect in Zhejiang and other places. After returning, this year was determined to be the "project year". Gong Ruizhi, Secretary of the Xiurui County Party Committee, instructed the writing team overnight to draft a decision on the "Project Year" and distribute it to the four teams for comments. Xijin Township acted the fastest in the county. Xiurui News reported it on the front page and in commentator articles. Wu Qi, secretary of the township party committee, was praised by the county for this. Originally, the deputy head of the township, A Guang, saw that his mother was seriously ill and wanted to delay going out to recruit business for a few days. Wu Qi came to do work on the pretext of visiting A Guang's mother. Aguang's father Su Lan is a smart man. He knows that Wu Qi is playing political cards and mobilizes Aguang to go on the road. The village decided that Aguang would lead a small team and go to Wendu. In addition to Qin Gufu, a fellow cadre, the team also includes Yue Jingzhi, a doctor from the township hospital.

Luo Bu, a Mongolian, was born in 1943 in Ejina Banner, Alxa League, Inner Mongolia. Engaged in various careers such as screenwriting, editing, and directing. He is the author of many works including the poetry anthology "Date" and the novel "Red Willow River". He has won the China Minority Language and Literature Original Award and several Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region Literary and Drama Creation Awards. That day, when Labtan and I left Gerile's house, the sun had just sunk into the horizon. The rays of light make the clouds on the horizon extremely beautiful. It turned out that it was a sign that the weather was about to change, but I didn't feel it. On the contrary, Rabutan had already expected that the weather was going to change, so he didn't move when I insisted on going back. He advised me: "It's too late, why not stay at this family's house for one night and rush back early tomorrow morning." But I didn't do it.

I call him Tashi because I don't really know his name and have never met him. All I know is that he is a young Tibetan man who met my sister on a train. At that time, my sister was on her way back to the city where she worked after returning home from a visit to relatives. In my memory, it was a gray and overcast day, and there were many people on the platform. The Spring Festival had just passed, and the flow of people visiting relatives was like a giant octopus, extending its huge tentacles south, north, or east or west along the railways that extend in all directions. The train left at about four o'clock in the afternoon. I went to the station to see my sister off because she had brought too many things and had a son who was only four years old.

At noon, the lead-gray streets were turned into a thin rope by the hot sunshine, lying limply against the edge of the town. The pedestrians on the street gradually dispersed, and the old lady selling fried jelly took a nap under the elm tree on the street. A long and narrow room on the street is "Hu Ji Suoxing". At this time, the owner Lao Hu was playing his erhu leisurely, with his eyes slightly closed, and sang along with the loud and thick music: I drank a bowl of wine before leaving, and I was full of courage. Hatoyama hosted a banquet to make friends with me and entertained me with thousands of cups and cups. The wood of the erhu is authentic huanghuali wood. It has been polished and smooth by time in Lao Hu's arms, and it has accumulated a quiet luster over time.

Willow Street Willow Street turned out not to be a main street. There are actually not many willow trees on Willow Street. Decades ago, there were actually two rows of willow trees on Willow Street. Who planted them is unknown. Later people also wanted to make up an allusion. For example, Taiping Park made up a legend about the peacebird. Several people from the Propaganda Department of the district government wanted to make up a story similar to Zuo Zongtang's planting of willow trees, and wanted to give a title to the few remaining willow trees. Of course, naming it Zuogong willow would definitely be an infringement. What about Zhu Gong willow, Li Gong willow, etc.? After researching for a long time, there really is no such person. This is not like the peacebirds. In 1900, two peacebirds flew somewhere. This is bound to happen, but how to find a living person? He must have a reputation and an identity, and he must not be a bandit, traitor, gangster, forget it, the relevant departments are very sorry.

The small street flashed, and Zhou Su caught a glimpse of it. The magnolia flower was in bloom. It was white, not the unbridled white, but a green white. The flower shape and color were all deeply restrained, but showed a reserved strength. In this coastal city, magnolias are rare, but there happens to be a row of them on this street. They stand tall and pure, making the whole street look elegant. She stared longingly until the white and distant buildings and bare trees, which were constantly changing, blocked her. So, spring is here? However, Zhou Su's hands and feet were cold as he stood in the bus, and the handlebars in the bus were also cold. In her mind, there was an article comparing middle-aged women to magnolias. In fact, from another perspective, there is no comparison between middle-aged women and magnolias, let alone being afraid of the cold.

This is a debut novel, yet its maturity is surprising. The story of the novel has nothing to do with poetry. It is about real, current, important and eye-catching social hot spots, about the contradiction between uneven urban and rural development, about the occupation of farmland and land, and more about the social relationship between the government and the people that affects the largest group of people in China today. Liu Ming, I knew something was up! I knew something was up! When I woke up this morning, I felt like my stomach was full. The stomach turns upward and arches upward. She said, "You should rest. If you have a stomachache, stop making money."

The day I went to Jingbo Police Station to report, it was a snowy day. The driver, Xiao Xie, took me to Yingge Ridge and never dared to drive down again. He pointed to the foot of the ridge and said, "Go down to Jingbo Township, not far away, more than ten miles away." He then pointed to a white line hanging in the forest and said, "I dare to drive down, do you dare to sit on it?" I asked blankly, "Then what do you think we should do?" Xiao Xie hesitated for a moment. He said, "Shall I see you off on foot?" "No need." Following the words, a man walked out from behind a stone monument on the roadside. He was short and squat, covered with thick snow. Only a shining police badge was exposed on the brim of a sheepskin hat.

Chun Hao stood in front of Taohuawu, looking at the tall buildings opposite. A new tall building has been built opposite, more than 40 stories high, with spotlights installed on the roof. Because of the light beams, the sky appears even higher. Chun Hao was wondering how far the light beam could shoot, and whether it hit the sky wall. Grandpa said that there is a Celestial Palace in the sky, and the Jade Emperor lives in the palace, so there must be a Celestial Wall. Chun Hao was just looking at it, when suddenly a figure hurriedly passed by her. Chun Hao instinctively took a step back and took a look back. This figure was so familiar that she could call it out by name, but she was afraid of mistaking it. There were too many portraits in the world, not to mention the backs, and there were quite a few with exactly the same faces, so she followed closely. But the figure trotted away, so Chunhao could only follow him at a trot. Arriving in front of Cancan's cabin, the figure slowed down, and Chun Hao just caught up.

To be honest, Sun Wenhua is a handsome guy. He is 1.78 Meters tall, neither hunchback nor bulge. He has a fair and clean face, and although his eyes are not big, they are very bright. The bridge of his nose is straight, the corners of his mouth are upturned, and he has a beard that is difficult to shave off. Paired with a fairly fashionable outfit, he has a very elegant demeanor. Zhang Li said that I just glanced at you inadvertently and became obsessed with you! Alas, it seems that "Brother Shuai" can't see it, the gold and jade are ruined on the outside! Sun Wenhua smiled and snorted: "I can charm you, it's a skill! Didn't you brag that there was a platoon of people chasing you? I am not a coward, I can conquer you with just a smile, ha!" In fact, it was not just his handsomeness that Sun Wenhua conquered Zhang Li, but his talent. At that time, they all joined the literary club and were considered literary youths.

When the sun set in the west, Du Zhenglu, the owner of Xianyage Jade Shop, asked his only son Du Yufei to take care of the store, and he walked out with a happy face. He had an important guest to meet today. Although the business in Beijing has just picked up after being baptized by the heat, he believed that Du Yufei could fully handle the scattered small business, and he was happy to give Du Yufei some opportunities to practice. The store of Xianyage Jade Shop is located in an unobtrusive corner of Panjiayuan Antique Market. Although the front is not big, it exudes a simple and heavy atmosphere from the inside out, as if it is a person's natural beauty brought out from the mother's womb. It is natural and has no trace of carving, especially the three gilt characters of "Xianyage". The authentic pavilion style is handwritten by a Jinshi in the former Qing Dynasty.

That year, I had the opportunity to go deep into life at the China Working Group and returned to Dongguang, my hometown, to collect writing materials. My original intention was to learn about founding general Xiao Hua's anti-Japanese deeds in the Dongguang area, but in the process of contacting the locals, they all told me about the murder case. The people of Dongguang, who have always been honest and kind-hearted people, did not understand how such an incredible thing could happen. After hearing this, I was deeply shocked and decided to remember it. Xiaoqin dropped the bowl. Da Zhuang heard it, and he could almost see Xiao Qin holding the big sea bowl that his elder brother had been using, weighing and hesitating repeatedly. But he still lifted it high and dropped it hard. After the loud noise, the concrete floor trembled, as if it could not bear Xiaoqin's resentment.

I know that Hong Honggen wants to be my father, and the blind fortune teller also wants to be my father. For a person without a father, everyone wants to be his father. They think I don't know why they want to be my dad. I know! They wanted to move into our house and sleep on Kuzhu's big bed, and drove me to the small bed. The blind fortune teller said that the bitter bamboo looks attractive, with a waist, a chest, a bright face, and small hooks in the eyes, which will seduce people's souls. The blind fortune teller was talking nonsense. There was no hook at all in Kuzhuzi's eyes, only clear water.

On the evening of August 31, Ling Wudou, the correspondent of the Tiantang Bay Border Defense Company, finally made up his mind to tell the company commander that he no longer wanted to be the correspondent and wanted to do something else. The small camp is very quiet. The military dog ​​barked twice in boredom from time to time, in a loose voice. The neighing of a war horse in heat is heartbreaking. Military doctor Cheng Dequan's erhu made people cry. He learned to play the erhu when he was a child, and someone brought one up when he opened the mountain. The first time he played "Er Quan Ying Yue", the soldiers' eyes became wet, and the instructor criticized him for "the sound of Fei Fei, which disturbed the morale of the soldiers." He only played some revolutionary music, the kind that sounds like a train moving forward bravely. But no matter what the song is, as long as it is played with the erhu, it will always have a crying sound. If the song played last time sounded like a woman whimpering and crying sadly, the other music sounded like a man crying passionately.

God is married and has an eight-year-old boy. The child was born exactly ten months after his wedding. It seemed that he had planted it on the day of his wedding. Someone once saw his father and son walking along the railway that runs through the city, and found that the child was pale and somewhat malnourished.

The hard lives of various low-level people are shown one by one in the conscientiousness of the old policeman. The persistence of ideals exudes the warmth of humanity in the loneliness of the soul. Lao Huang gets a haircut every half month and shaves twice a week. The face was very wrinkled, like sour orange peel, and it was quite troublesome to shave it off by myself. Ask the barber to help you shave, lie down on the chair, and wait for the blade to gently touch the ravines on your face. It is very useful. Close your eyes and listen to the sound of stubble breaking from the roots, and you can easily remember the scene of harvesting rice in the countryside. When he opened his eyes, he still saw the dumb and handsome face. Seeing the old guest open her eyes, the mute frowned and made a babbling sound, as if asking if she was hurt. Old Huang smiled and encouraged the mute to continue cutting with his eyes.

To the west of Houzhuang, next to the entrance of the village, is a river, flowing from the arch bridge in front. There are dense reeds growing on the river bank, and there is a river pier in the middle, which is paved with stone slabs. Women often wash rice and wash clothes at the pier, swinging their sticks down and down, hitting the clothes, making a dull echo. Xiao Xi also went to the river pier to wash clothes. She only went there in the evening. A small plastic basin was held on one side of her waist with her hands. "Xiao Xi, you are so diligent." The mother-in-law came out to feed the chickens at the gate beside the river port. Xiao Xi blushed silently. Xiao Xi's basin contained only three or two pieces of clothing, all of which belonged to her. Xiao Xi's feet were soaked on the stone slab where the river was flowing, and she spread the skirt to be washed on the river. Sometimes, she deliberately let the skirt float by itself, causing slight ripples on the river. When the skirt was about to float away, she would grab it back.

The Chunshan family lived at the eastern end of Xiaohu Village, close to the road leading outside of Xiaohu Village. However, Chunshan's one-acre daylily field is in the West Lake. West Lake is of course not the famous West Lake where Xu Xian met the White Snake - the people of Xiaohuzhuang are used to calling the surrounding responsibility fields East Lake, South Lake, West Lake and North Lake with Xiaohuzhuang as the center - West Lake is a piece of land of several hundred acres to the west of the village. Unlike other lakes, West Lake has a high terrain and cannot retain rainwater and cannot be irrigated with canal water. It is not suitable for planting rice and wheat. It is a dry land.

This is a typical petition. The winery of laid-off worker Diao Youfu was flooded, and he was beaten violently by the shareholders, causing one of his kidneys to break. He began a long and difficult journey to appeal. What he didn't expect was that a simple thing became more and more complicated and jaw-dropping... Diao Youfu couldn't find his home in the year of the flood. His home was flooded. Diao Youfu was on a pier in Silt Village. Diao Youfu was walking at night when he kicked something. He leaned over and touched it with his hands. It was a dead body, drowned. After walking a few more steps, he stumbled again, and there was another dead man. It's like in a dream. No flashlight. He doesn't smoke and doesn't have a lighter. At that time, lighters were not as common as they are now, but they were still used. The problem is that he never carries a lighter because he doesn't smoke. He makes wine, but he doesn't drink wine himself.

The summer of 1998 was a dark and unbearable season for me, and it was also a bitter summer of frustration and pain in my life. This year, I failed the college entrance examination. In the eyes of the world, going to college is the first step towards the right path in life in today's society, but at the age of 17, I fell heavily at this most important point in life. In July, every parent is comparing their children's grades with each other. Doing well in the exam is undoubtedly a matter of great face, and you can proudly show off in front of others. And those parents whose children have average academic performance have no choice but to laugh in front of others, secretly unable to hide their sadness and disappointment: firstly, they are worried about the unsatisfactory answer given to their children who have worked hard for many years to raise them in this so-called "Black July", and secondly, they are worried about the future fate of their children. After all, in the small town where my hometown is located, the college entrance examination score is the key to measuring the success of children in future life, and it is also the best topic for people to talk about after dinner.

Going back to the 26th year of the Republic of China, we all lived in rubbish houses here. Out of all the people in the village, only the gatehouse of landlord Hu Guiting's house is built entirely of bricks. Hu Guiting's old mangy bitch left by his father often lay under the gate building, munching wheat noodles and steamed buns. If you can't help but look at it, it will protect its buns with its paws, grinning and growling at you, looking like a bad dog. I was just twenty-one years old at that time, and my mother and father were both gone, so I was left alone to get through life. I am born different from others. I have an extra little finger next to my thumb on my right hand. People around my hometown call me Liu'er. People say that people with six fingers are good at gambling. See, this old saying is true.

It was that cold early spring of 1973 when my mother gave me to my cousin as her son. Although it was said to be spring, it was actually still very cold. Because it was during the Spring Festival, I remember it very clearly. It was very cold during the Spring Festival. It is common sense that the Spring Festival is celebrated in winter rather than in spring. I suddenly understood this common sense at that time. I was eight years old that year and in the second grade of elementary school. When I was eight years old and in second grade, I went to visit relatives for the first time at my grandma's house, which was not normal for any child. And this hard-won action was only obtained after I fought to the death. My fight to the death was actually very simple, that is, not eating, not going to school, not doing anything. The main thing is not to herd cows or pick up cow dung, and lie in bed every day pretending to be dead, so that no one can shout.

Wang Youfa saw a pile of hundred-yuan bills falling from the sky, hitting him, and burying him in the blink of an eye. Wang Youfa crawled out from the pile of money and exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, I won the lottery. I won the big prize, 5 million!" He quickly stuffed the banknotes into the cabinet, filling up the cabinets, drawers, and bags at home, and there was a big pile on the ground. Wang Youfa was in trouble and kept mumbling: "What can we do? What can we do?" Yes! Put it on the bed board. Wang Youfa went to move the quilts and sheets away to put the money. But the quilt was so heavy that Wang Youfa couldn't move it even with all his strength. Suddenly, he was slapped on the body, and he woke up after a quickie. He found himself lying on the bed, and his wife Liu Cuihua was scolding him: "It's midnight, I can't sleep peacefully, and woke me up."

"Literature Goddess" and a classic work by Xiao Hong, one of the four most talented women of the Republic of China. "There is a city that I will never stay away from when I come here." This is a classic work by Xiao Hong, a writer of the Republic of China, who has influenced generations of people. Along the Hulan River, there are memories of Xiao Hong's happy and innocent childhood. Even though it is a desolate land full of pain and despair, her kind grandfather lived here, and there are also animals and plants in her back garden. These are all a touch of warmth in Xiao Hong's lonely life. In such a long prose novel, Xiao Hong recalled her childhood and hometown that she missed so much at the end of her life. A writer unanimously praised by Lu Xun, Mao Dun, Xia Zhiqing and others, it is one of the classics of modern Chinese literature in the 20th century and is worthy of the first half of the masterpiece "Red Mansions". It is recommended reading in the new curriculum standards and newly compiled Chinese textbooks of the Ministry of Education.

The general election of the village committee of Chongling Village has been announced in people's long-awaited eyes. Li Wang far beat Qin Zhi by a margin of 60 votes. It should be said that Li Wang's election as the new village committee director is a nail on the board and cannot be changed. But unexpectedly, when the total number of votes was finally counted, there was a little trouble. It was discovered that the number of votes taken back was one more than the number of votes sent out. The sudden appearance of this vote caused everyone to fall into silence for a moment and feel a little at a loss. Zhang Yun, secretary of the village party branch, looked around carefully and everyone said disapprovingly, "Qiu, this trivial matter is not worth mentioning. Let's just publish the list!" But Wang Ling, the deputy party secretary, stood up and insisted that the number of tickets for a haircut could only be less, not more. This extra vote must have been tampered with by someone behind the scenes. According to the provisions of the Election Law, such election results are invalid.

The times are bad and the world is in a state of ruin. The current "Wang Lao Blan'er" (a common saying used by Northeasterners to refer to people from Henan, Hebei, Shanxi and other Guanli areas) is not the big-tailed maggot who drives a hot blind horse around town and "digs out gold" from one thatched house to another, nor is he the old left-handed Wang Shouxiang who walks all over the street shouting: "Curium pot, curium bowl, curium vat, welding iron basin!" Our ancestors had many Shanxi people who came to Guandong, and their uncles and aunts all spoke in a nonchalant manner, such as "Sun Lao Bian'er" and "Han Lao Bian'er". Whatever their surnames were, they were called "Ha Lao Bian'er"! "The one with the big shoulders -" "Hi!" "The one with the lower waist -" "Hi!" "Ahhhh -" "Hi!" Without chattering, just by shouting, you can't tell that Wang Junqing is an old man from Shanxi. His body is hard and stunned, and his hunched back is like a worn-out anvil.

If a person doesn't read the words, his teeth will be clogged even if he drinks a mouthful of cold water. Early in the morning, Zhang Danian, the director of the Jinshan Police Station, was having trouble. As soon as he got up, his wife Jiang Aimeng kept nagging him, saying, "Don't think that being a bad police chief is a big deal. You are the only one who is serious and strict in enforcing the law. Can you be more lively like others and fine you two dollars for not showing off the big or small? If you have fun at both ends, we can take advantage of it." Zhang Danian said angrily: "Don't get involved, you don't have to worry about my affairs." The two of them had a quarrel about each other, but no one gave in. Jiang Aimeng hated the iron and said: "Bah, look at you like a bear. You can eat a hundred beans without knowing the smell." Zhang Danian also admitted that compared with Jiang Aimeng who runs a supermarket, he is really dull.

One day in May, Chen Xing walked with an umbrella in the psychedelic and colorful rainy night in Tokyo, looking for a massage parlor called Azako House on Hatchomu Street. In the afternoon a few days ago, or to be precise the afternoon before Chen Xing came to Tokyo, Yang Jie invited him to the coffee shop below the work building. Sister Yang said that if she had time, she hoped that Chen Xing could find a cuckoo house for her to visit Meng Yijuan after arriving in Tokyo. Sister Yang said that she missed Meng Yijuan very much. Sister Yang is a colleague of Chen Xing and an alumnus of the university. In Japanese terms, Sister Yang is a few years ahead of Chen Xing. Sister Yang rarely asked for help, but when she had to ask for help, Chen Xing promised Sister Yang that he would try his best to find the cuckoo house, and then conveyed Sister Yang's greetings to Meng Yijuan.

After graduating from high school, Dongfang Hope worked as a worker for several years before entering college, majoring in Chinese. Before entering college, he was a frequent visitor to the home of Ying Zhiwen, the director of the Electrical and Mechanical Department of Tongjiang City. At that time, as long as he was away for a week, Director Ying would definitely call: "Urgent summons." After Ying Zhiwen graduated from college in 1970, he was assigned to the Tongjiang Shipbuilding Factory. In the first year of internship, he worked as an assembler with Dongfang Hope's father, Master Dongfang Guoliang. One winter when the north wind was blowing, a fire broke out because the gas cutter and the painter were working in the same cabin at the same time. Dongfang Guoliang and Ying Zhiwen were also working in this cabin that day, and were instantly surrounded by fire and thick smoke. Ying Zhiwen had just walked out of the school gate and had no practical experience. He was so frightened that he hid in a corner.

I was only 22 years old when I came to work in the Tallinn coal mine. It was a glorious year, 1997. Chinese people all over the world are talking about one topic: the return of Hong Kong. Like most graduates, it was September when I came to register. That exciting moment has been recorded in history for more than sixty days. Although I originally studied mining machinery, I was assigned to this large state-owned coal mine, which is considered a professional counterpart. But this decision was not my original intention, so I never thought of settling down here. It feels very estranged. In addition, although this place belongs to the Dayou Mining Bureau, which is in the same line as Dayou City, it is too far from the urban area. The bumpy road along the way is covered with yellow sand, which is wrong! There's not even yellow sand here, just black soil.

It was the first day of April that the demolition working group was officially dispatched to Y Village. I teamed up with Xiao Zuo and subcontracted a man named Wang Shoude. The demolition working group is located in the Y Village Committee. Xiaozuo and I took advantage of the dusk to find Wang Shoude's home. The door is open, and the door to the main room is closed. Knocked on the door, no answer. We exited and stood outside the door waiting, but we saw a figure shaking in the window. We looked carefully and saw that it was an old man doing housework. I waved, but she was indifferent. I waved frequently, but she finally waved her hand towards me and refused to open the door.