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Just a few days after the beginning of winter, there was a knee-deep snowfall. After the snow melted, the temperature dropped a lot. The cold wind kept blowing and never stopped, and the sky was overcast. On some remote dirt roads, you can still see traces of contaminated snow on both sides of the road. The snow blocks have turned black and are piled in the corners, covered with dirty things. In the gloomy sky, there seemed to be a lot of thick gray fog swimming and rolling rapidly. It was impossible to tell whether it was going to snow or strong winds, or whether a more confusing weather was brewing. Anyway, as long as you open your nostrils, you can smell a strange smell in the air. In a huge lock-shaped courtyard covering an area of ​​ten acres, the servants were all looking for the eldest young master Wei Zuotang, following the call of "grandson, grandson" from the critically ill old man Wei.

Until he left the village, Luo Pan was still thinking about the dusk a few days ago. Everyone standing on the street heard Song Ruhua's scream. Luo Pan naturally heard it, but he just glanced back. Song Ruhua is always surprised. She is in her forties and has no certainty at all. The compass is not, and the panic is not chaotic. Choked to death, choked to death. Song Ruhua rubbed her eyes as she walked, and the wind carried her voice like empty shells of millet flying. Song Ruhua just grabbed everyone's attention. Before the person could stand still, the words had left the base of the tongue, the smoke did not come out, but rushed home, choking him to death. Luo Pan guessed that there was nothing wrong with her. Wasn't it just the smoke coming from the chimney? Someone immediately said, "The kang is blocked, please take it out." Song Ruhua said worriedly, what should I do with this meal? It's like asking a compass, and it's like asking everyone.

The novel tells the story of the life and study of a group of left-behind children in the Miao Village in Guizhou. From the perspective of Yang Xiaoyue, Kong Xiangbing and Li Jiaming, sixth grade students in a remote Miao Village primary school in Guizhou, it shows the living and learning conditions of left-behind children in rural areas, as well as their bravery and strength in facing difficulties, as well as their eternal beauty and yearning for life.

My story is coming to an end. Of course you know by now that I went home that night. I live with F now and she is fully aware of this and understands that, in her words, you have no choice but to live like this. I'm more or less accustomed to this kind of life now, and I'm familiar with the people around me. If there are no new people coming, this monthly level will not be too difficult. Just like a wound that has become scarred, if nothing new falls into it, there will be no pain. This incident caused the most pain to those who actually made the mistake, while those who came in through the back door felt nothing but a little ashamed. One more thing I know is that I no longer have the energy or the desire to make the same mental mistakes again.

For a while, I got tired of working life and decided to change my environment. Not long after, I handed a resignation letter to my boss. The morning after I handed in my resignation letter, my boss talked to me. He leaned on the rocking boss chair made of genuine leather and looked expensive at first glance, swaying carelessly, holding a black rough stick-shaped Brazilian cigar in his left hand. From time to time, his right hand picked up the freshly brewed West Lake Longjing tea on the boss's desk, brought it to his mouth, blew a few breaths, and took a sip. I sat across from him in a very polite manner, my body became tense involuntarily, my face turned red, and my heartbeat accelerated. In order to hide this feeling of restraint, I quickly put my hands on my legs, lowered my head and picked my nails half-heartedly. My state of mind and behavior at this time may seem to others to be meticulous and focused.

I have been stuck in Osaka, Jieshan, for more than two days, and I don't know how long I will be stuck there. The days were so boring that I felt wild. The most interesting thing in the past two days was the fight between Ah San and Chen Dongshen. Ah San followed Master Zhang's car to Aksu. They were probably crossing the Dead Man's Gully at the moment. In less than an hour, they could find a bed in Tianshuihai to spend the night. The cars that came and went in a lively manner were other people's cars. Large clouds of dust rolled up into the air, claws and teeth, and did not disperse for a long time. I was suffocating in the car, feeling short of breath and tight in my chest. Sometimes I really wanted to lay two landmines and blow up two big holes in the road to see what it would look like. I huddled on the bunk and lay there for more than half an hour. Just as I was feeling sleepy, I saw a bright light flashing on the car window. I thought it was because my eyes were dazzled, but the light flashed again.

Shortly after the Spring Festival, there was a change in the team of the county government. The county party committee suddenly remembered that Wu Qu was here and moved him to the position of deputy director of the local affairs office. Wu Qu never dreamed that after working as a clerk and section member for more than 20 years, he would be able to stand out one day. Even though the deputy director of the local affairs office is a powerless and empty position, for the clerks who have been suffering a lot, it is a starting springboard, at least they have the hope of "making a new start from the beginning". Facing the director's instructions, Wu Qu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice with a pious attitude. The director was very satisfied with his attitude and thought he was a down-to-earth person. The development of things is always ever-changing. Less than half a year after Wu Qu took office, the county implemented a national investment policy, and the local government office was assigned the task of attracting tens of millions of yuan in investment.

Lu Wenbin: Ph. D. In Literature from Peking University, professor in the Chinese Department of Beijing Language and Culture University; born in Yilan, Heilongjiang Province in October 1966, of Tujia origin, dedicated to novel creation, cultural ethics criticism, and English translation. He has published the novel "Flowing Fireflies", theoretical works "The Realistic Appeal of Historical Imagination - The Inheritance and Transformation of Historical Views in Contemporary Chinese Novels", "Reading Love", "Aural Whispers in the Visual Era - Research on Ethical Issues in Chinese Literature in the Twentieth Century", and translations of "The Lost Boy", "The Autobiography of My Mother", "Angela's Ashes", etc., Totaling more than 2.5 Million words. A strong gust of wind came up, and without allowing Shawar to react, he took off his hat in an extremely arrogant manner. However, Shawar quickly came to his senses and was about to catch up, when he saw his cuckold flying everywhere around him.

An Hai: I looked at these papers many nights, but I couldn't write a few words. Su Qin: What was the first word you wrote? An Hai: An Hai Su Qin: What is the first scene that comes to your mind? An Hai: My second sister and I are making a castle in the snow. Su Qin: What is the second scene? An Hai: My friends and I sat in a tall tree and watched the river water. Su Qin: What's the next scene? An Hai: A large group of cockroaches appeared in the dormitory.

Her name is Yingzi, the name of a little girl, but in fact, she is eighty years old. People of this age group like to reminisce. When people get old, the past time is like a movie, with scenes of comedy and tragedy, everything. She lamented that she was like an actor. In life scenes, everyone's performance was more real than that of an actor. This is a show of life, and the director is God. Among all her memories, the clearest one is that of 1945, a year related to World War II. For them Japanese, it is a sensitive mark. When she mentioned this year, she had so many emotions, and her heart suddenly felt pricked. Those who experienced World War II gradually left, leaving only history squatting in place, becoming the scars and pain of mankind. Those little-known details are forgotten by people over time.

In Guosheng's life of more than 20 years, nothing can be described as "important". Getting to know Xiao Wei is no exception. This is a coincidence with nothing unusual about it. In a somewhat lonely small bar, a live show of a European and American rock band was playing on the rear projection TV, and two or three people were sitting around a few old wooden tables. The eyes of Guosheng and Xiaowei met under a chandelier covered with red cloth. At first, Xiao Wei glanced at Guosheng. Guosheng thought that he was in the inevitable line of sight of the other party, so he turned his head slightly to give up his position. Xiao Wei raised his glass, smiled at Guosheng, then walked to sit down next to him and said, alone? Guosheng moved a few centimeters to the side, yes, alone. Xiao Wei said, I think it is immoral for a person to come to a bar.

This is a novel that explores how to discover the potential of the human body and even the mysterious phenomena of life and life. It is full of whimsical ideas. The subject matter and perspective are fresh and unique: practicing yoga turns a person into a snake. A snake-like life can stretch and contract. Is the human mind really so powerful and magical? As a woman under thirty years old, Yi Miao Miao is not very impressive. She has an average appearance, average figure, average background, and average education level; upon closer inspection, her skin color is average, her hands, feet, eyes, nose, and mouth are average, all within and outside the plastic surgery line, between normal and uneven. The reason why she can still stand proudly in the company's invincible forest with such good looks is because her brain is extraordinary.

Guangyi's family was a large family in the plateau, with more than 200 acres of farmland, and their son Xulun, a businessman, studied in a new school. After graduation, he became a backbone of the Three Youth League. After working in the provincial party headquarters and joining the Kuomintang, he Entered the officer training camp set up by Hu Zongnan in Xi'an, joined Hu Zongnan's troops, and fought Japanese soldiers in the Lintong area. A pair of piercing bull's eyes, he looked handsome and handsome. According to the standards of wealthy families in the original land, Xulun had just turned ten, and Guangyi got him engaged. When he was in school in Xi'an, several female classmates pursued Xulun. I thought of him at home. Xu Lun was very dull and was not in the mood for romance. A female classmate named Gui Dan saw that he was not following his children's personal relationship, so she decided that he was someone who wanted to do big things, and she chased after him even more.

Due to the "anti-rightist" struggle, both Mr. Haowen and Professor Peng were sent to a place called Shuangzigou. And because of the death of Professor Peng, Mr. Haowen became anonymous and could only live under someone else's roof in Hexi, herding sheep, marrying a wife, and having children. Xia Zhong, who originally wanted to be a good doctor in Hexi, was forced to the precipice of life and emotions due to an extramarital affair. Life is waiting for his second choice. He was forced to take the college entrance examination for the second time, but fate played another joke on him. The university I want to attend happens to be the school where I worked and was sent to before. Later, while staying in school to work, he was often suspended from classes for no apparent reason. Throughout his life, he always lived in contradictions and absurdities. The other protagonist "I" also faces the absurd and empty reality. If we say that Mr. Haowen's absurdity is mainly due to external causes, career; while "I"'s absurdity is mainly due to internal causes, emotional. After the life-and-death teacher-student love affair when I was fifteen years old, I no longer believe in real marriage and love. So I put all my confusion about life and career into my search for the opposite sex. Falling in love more than a dozen times is another expression of helplessness towards the world and life.

This is a unique concept novel and an inspirational story. A person pursues his dream unremittingly and finally realizes his dream unexpectedly. The result is not important, what is important is the process of the story... There is such a story in "One Thousand and One Nights": There was a poor man in Cairo who was sleeping under the fig tree in the garden. He dreamed that someone said to him: "You have a treasure in Isfahan, Persia. Go find it." After he woke up, he embarked on a journey and experienced various dangerous tests brought by deserts, oceans, robbers, thieves, beasts and pagans. When he arrived in Isfahan, he was caught as a robber by the soldiers on night patrol and beaten up. The soldiers then asked him where he came from and why he came. He then told the dream about the treasure.

Ma Xuewen said, wait for the two of us to find a good day and go see Li Jinhua. Who is Li Jinhua? I know very little about this. The landlady gave me a key and the room was rented. She said the toilet was upstairs. Then I was given another key. I looked at this last key carefully and felt a little respect for it. Because in my opinion, pooping is the same as eating. When I went upstairs, I discovered that the toilets were shared by several families. The so-called several houses refer to student houses. Most of the residents in this area are farmers. The house is a flat-roofed house. If conditions permit, three or two floors will be added to make it an authentic building. Without conditions, the flat-roofed house was surrounded by cement hollow bricks and a few asbestos tiles. It looked like it was leaking, but it became an ideal place for students and children to squeeze their brains out and prepare to rent. Just when I took the keys and went upstairs, I saw several students holding glass fiber bags on their chests, reluctant to leave because they had not rented such a house.

The courtyard inside Wantangju is very deep, and a dumpling shop has been built in several wing rooms on the west side. Snack shops and noodles are also newly built. The six shady pavement houses facing the street in the backyard are close to Daolin's warehouse, with rolling tile sheds, Taoist hat gates, clear water ridges, and a row of street doors painted blue-black from top to bottom. It was originally a reversal left to the government before the family moved out. After the public-private partnership, the store closed the door and opened it up two by two, and turned it into a duck pen. It is still in use today. According to today's theory, Yang Yuejun should be regarded as the third generation of chefs. But in the 1970s, we would call him the chef, which is the head chef and the leader of the hot dish team. His broad body always wears a brand-new white uniform, with black uniform overalls underneath. On his head was an elasticated bean bag hat, which was also worn squarely. I remember that day, Secretary Qi of the branch was next to us and didn't say much. He only gave me three words, called Master.

I am a man who crawled out of the dead. I walked past those relatives who were sleeping underground. I thought I must have been entrusted with something in my life for more than fifty years. I have never dared to open that memory because there were too many souls rushing out to tell their own stories. I was afraid that the weight of the stories would make people unable to bear it. However, there was always a persistent call to me in the dark. It was originally a nursery rhyme that wept blood, singing on behalf of the aphasic. There are so many indelible traces of villages and human settlements around this slopeland planted with rapeseed and wheat... April 4, 2009 - Qingming Festival in the new year. This is a piece of sloping land planted with rapeseed and wheat. The name of this sloping land is "Daizhuang".

In my hometown of Licheng, the Ci'en Pagoda is definitely an irreplaceable business card. This ancient pagoda was built during the Tongguang period of the Later Tang Dynasty and has a history of more than a thousand years. The distance from where I live to Ci'en Pagoda is about 1 kilometer, but if you have to go through the winding alleys of Xiejiafang to get to the tower, it will be one to two times longer. Go out from the back door of the municipal government dormitory and follow the alleys from the east. Walking west to the end, you will reach the foot of the Cuihua Peak of Yishan in Licheng. Follow the stone steps up. There is a ten-acre lotus pond halfway up the mountain. In summer, the fields of lotus leaves are filled with pink lotus flowers, and the fragrance is fragrant.

In the early morning, the entire courtyard looked like a stage, and with some light fog, it looked even more confusing. At this time, the eldest brother was squatting on a stubborn stone, covering his head, sharpening a knife. Huff, huff - the sound stepped on the rhythm, spraying out the special smell of iron and stone gnawing at each other, and then rolled out the door far away and merged into the airflow of various flavors. This well-proportioned rhythm inevitably reminds people of the Nanmanzi rock group that came to the village a few years ago to perform tricks. The rhythm during their performances was also like this, bang bang, bang bang... In other people's ears, the sound of the elder brother's persistence in sharpening the knife is of course both uniform and pleasant. But I'm just the opposite. It was a cleavage knife, as wide as a large oak tree, more than a foot long, with a patterned jujube wood handle, a crescent-shaped back, and two grooves on the back of the blade.

It was my first time to take such a long transoceanic flight. Some friends joked that Chen Huansheng was coming to the city. I thought that when Chen Huansheng entered the city, his posture could not be better than this. I took the Malaysia Airlines flight because it was cheaper, but the price was that it took more time and required a transfer to Kuala Lumpur. The school can quote a round-trip air ticket, but the way foreigners do it is that you have to report the lowest price you can find to the college several months in advance. If the school can find a cheaper price, they will book the ticket for you. I am a little worried about my three-legged cat English. It's a bit embarrassing. Listening, speaking and body language can be said to be dancing around. It's just that when you ask for airplane meals, you don't feel as comfortable as when you take a domestic flight. In a panic, I actually threw the word rice on Java Island! Had to eat steak and potatoes. The potatoes were completely eaten, and the steak was too greasy.

Except for Lao Qin, everything in the ward is white: the walls, ceiling, curtains on both sides, the liftable hospital bed, and the radiator that continuously emits heat. Even the woman in the next bed is white and fat, like a pampered mature silkworm. The sheets and quilt were as white as snow, and the quilt was light, warm and comfortable. In comparison, the quilt at home was just a pile of dirty, rusty iron. Lao Qin was wearing a black cotton-padded jacket and nestled uneasily on the snow-white hospital bed. He felt like an old dog that had gotten into a pile of cotton, enjoying treatment that he shouldn't have, and might be kicked out at any time. Through the clean window glass, he saw the bamboos and palm trees in the garden outside the ward building swaying wildly, and the roar of the north wind could be clearly heard. It must be very cold outside. Lao Qin thought of home.

As soon as April comes in the Gregorian calendar, the Tomb-Sweeping Festival is also here. As soon as Tomb-Sweeping Day comes, the village will become more active than ever before - the women who have married out of the village and the men who have gone out to work as officials, businessmen, or teachers will all fly to the village like migratory birds. During the Qingming Festival, as soon as the "migratory birds" fly back, the tombs hidden in the weeds will be exposed in a particularly eye-catching manner. These tombs will be decorated with flags and flags, and "money trees" will be planted, and then they will be paid tribute by "migratory birds" amidst bursts of firecrackers and pieces of paper money flying like black butterflies. As a result, the village will be filled with white flags fluttering in the wind, "money trees" "planted" in the spring breeze and longing, everywhere with the sound of "cracking" firecrackers, and with traces of incense lingering everywhere.

On the evening of June 26, I was sitting on the toilet and found that I was "seeing red". Those three prenatal signs that perinatal doctors have repeatedly emphasized - redness, stomach pain and premature water rupture. The doctor said that it is not definitely just these three, but as long as one of these three appears, it is definitely going to give birth. I guess it must be the excitement of the long walk just after dinner plus the approaching due date. I shouted to the bedroom from across the toilet that Dongdong had gone to bed to rest. It was already ten o'clock in the evening. Will she give birth soon? Do you need to go to the hospital immediately? After all, they were two first-time parents, so they were naturally panic-stricken about the sudden arrival of this moment that they had been waiting for nine months in fear. They thought about it and asked the doctor on the phone first. There were still nine days left before the due date. The doctor said that the possibility of giving birth soon could not be ruled out and suggested that we come to the hospital immediately.

Looking back now, in the past twenty years, I have learned about several major events about the German army during the night time period. To be exact, almost always after 9pm. I don't know why, but my eldest brother is always used to telling me about the German army at this time, and it is an extremely important thing in his life. Every time I put down my brother's phone, I couldn't get used to my good sleeping habits at least that night. Insomnia caused confusion in my thoughts and strengthened my memory. At dawn, even though I barely fell asleep, I couldn't get rid of the content on my brother's phone in my dreams. And the appearance of the German army would sometimes flash clearly and sometimes vaguely in my dreams. He has a short stature, a swollen head and face, thin eyes, a wide mouth and thin lips, and is eloquent. The German army has followed his mother all his life, but there is no inheritance from our Zhao family.

The couple on the left side of the front row have been discussing how to elope. It has been more than half a year, but there is no result; the table in front of them is two men, one is a macho man who grits his teeth when he is studying, and the other is a chubby guy with a pimple on his face. Recently, he often goes to the video studio to "work" and has sex with the macho man when he comes back. Flow; the girl at the back is the daughter of the physics teacher. She is good-looking and has light eyes. She often asks questions to Ben Qingming; the girls at the same table always like to look at Ben Qingming from the corner of their eyes... When Ben Qingming was in the third year of high school, the environment around him was like this. He often didn't notice it from further away. The new head teacher stipulated that seats should be changed every two weeks. According to the arrangement of desks, the entire row should be moved to the right, and the row on the right wall should be moved to the left wall, and the cycle repeats.

Tu San'er returned to his hometown. Tu Saner returned to his hometown one morning in the autumn of last year. Lao Wu heard the details of Tu San'er's return to his hometown from his wife that night. It's very similar to the way Hu Hansan shouts "I'm back again--" in the movie. The five blackened and shiny minivans looked like Bald San'er brother was not in his sixties. Wearing a gray suit, a dark gray hat on his head, a pair of brown sunglasses, and holding an equally shiny cane in his right hand. The driver opened the door, and a beautifully dressed girl helped him out of the car. When my wife told Lao Wu this, she was spitting and her eyes were shining. This made Lao Wu very unhappy. Especially when his wife called Tu San'er "Brother Tu San", Lao Wu frowned.

Ah, ah, ah, ah... Ding Tong cried out. The lights in the corridor were completely broken. The reason the landlord didn't bother to repair them was because he had to bear the electricity bill for the lights in the corridor, but he never came to live here. He would only show up on the day when the rent was collected, counting the money with his fingers stained with saliva, and his bald forehead shiny. While scolding the damn landlord for being stingy, Ding Tong felt sorry for the missing coin, which was enough for a day's breakfast. Ding Tong returned to the sixth floor, opened the dark door, and then touched the flashlight from the old wooden cabinet next to the door. The houses in this area always have power outages without notice, perhaps because they are located on the outskirts of the city, so they are treated differently from those in the city center. There was a power outage, and he happened to be taking a shower. The soap suds on his body grew like white flowers on his body. Before he could appreciate his strong body, the soap bubbles turned black with a pop.

The more Taoist Hong'an thought about it, the less he understood how Mr. Shuhou could send a Japanese out in person, and even sent him all the way to the foot of the mountain. This was something that had never happened before. Since moving to Maoxian Taoist Temple and living a semi-reclusive life, Mr. Shuhou has always adhered to a rule when it comes to dealing with people: he will not go out when he is mature, and he will not leave the mountain when he is young. That is to say, when relatives, old friends, and dignitaries come to visit, they usually only send them out of the study, and at most they accompany them for a few steps in the yard; while people in calligraphy come here because of their fame, whether they are highly accomplished experts or young people who have not yet found a way. As long as it is the first time, Mr. Shuhou will always send him outside the Taoist temple gate, but he only sends him out of the gate, and he never goes down the mountain.

"Yes, I served in the 9th Brigade of the Nizhny Yeniseisk Border Guards for three years and served as a firearms officer in the Novosibirsk City Defense Army Depot for one year." Qinglong answered me while holding the steering wheel and looking straight ahead. Russian infantry drill regulations stipulate that when subordinates answer inquiries from their superiors, they must look ahead and not look at the other person's face. But I am not the superior, he is used to it. "Why don't you continue to serve?" "Come back and get married." "Is your wife Russian?" "She's from Tuva. We don't believe in Eastern Orthodoxy, and we don't go to church to get married." I returned to Kyzyl from the Gilgelan River and saw this GAZ truck on the road, which was pulling a load of sheep. Sheep put their muzzles on the backs of other sheep, and the sheep's ears and pink lips were exposed among the piles of wool.

In the twelfth lunar month, Master Song began to feel restless again. It was not serious at first and he was quite rational. He told his family to be careful and don't mess with me. If I get angry and I don't recognize my relatives, I'm sure I will do terrible things! The family stuck out their tongues, and from then on each one became better behaved than the other, walking on tiptoe and not daring to show off their anger. On the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, Master Song got up early in the morning to get dressed, but his cotton trousers were always at odds with him and he couldn't put them on. Two legs are stuffed into one trouser leg. Can it fit in? My wife watched him struggling with his cotton trousers in vain, not daring to say a word, and was anxiously standing aside. When he got dressed and went out, another strange thing happened. As soon as he opened the door, the door bounced back for some reason, and a guy hit him squarely on the forehead. He was so angry that he cursed and kicked the door viciously.

That day the principal called Liu Jiahe to the office. The principal said to him: "Teacher Liu, you don't have to come to school tomorrow." Liu Jiahe didn't understand what the principal meant. He looked at the principal blankly. The principal was twenty years younger than him and was once a student of Liu Jiahe. He was very polite to Liu Jiahe. But from the day he became the principal, Liu Jiahe was a little afraid of him. Later, Liu Jiahe thought that he was actually a little afraid of the principal when he was still a student. Liu Jiahe said, "Principal Zhang, will the school have a holiday tomorrow?" The principal said, "Teacher Liu, don't call me principal, just call me Xiao Zhang." Every time Liu Jiahe called him principal, he would repeat this, "Teacher Liu, the school won't have a holiday tomorrow..." Liu Jiahe said, "Then how can I not come to school tomorrow? I have four classes tomorrow morning.

My mother is very satisfied with my current situation. She said: "God made an exception for you, letting you find a good job, earning more than you can earn, and having a better boss than you have ever encountered. Everyone raised their necks to look at the most expensive office building in the city. When they saw the floor where you were sitting, their necks were almost 90 degrees backwards. It's simple. It means you are sitting on everyone's head... You have to use your brain and sit still! "I don't mind my mother's noisy. She only gave birth to a daughter who was raised alone. She knew that I couldn't surpass her and my father's genetic combination, and I had never experienced the honor of other mothers - receiving and scrutinizing male classmates who came to look for their daughters. In fact, I was ignorant until I graduated from college, and I still had a plush bear hanging on my school bag; I hid books borrowed from the library in my bag, my eyes were hidden behind the bangs that had not changed for more than ten years, and I had a pair of cheap tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of my nose.

In Li Lu's mind, nothing good comes to him by himself. Others' bad luck is other people's business. To her, she is not allowed to have such a dream. When she got the exact answer from Dong Guye, it was just after get off work. Li Lu suppressed the news for two hours, went home, ate, took a shower, and dressed up for a while before picking up the phone. As expected, Zhou Qi stayed at home without socializing tonight. Li Lu said that he had good news to tell him, and Zhou Qi said that since it was good news, he should tell it quickly. He had not heard good news for a long time. Li Lu said that such good news cannot be said casually on the phone, and he has to treat her to drink fruit wine. Zhou Qi said as expected, "Okay, okay, come home quickly." Zhou Qi moved upstairs to the company after his divorce. The company's office building is for both commercial and residential use, so Zhou Qi spends time lifting his legs when commuting to and from get off work. Li Lu has been to his residence several times, always reporting on work.

I woke up with a hangover, no one was home, and the sky was gray. To say that the sky is gray is not to express a mood, but to state an objective fact. I was not in the mood at all, let alone good or bad. I woke up and drank a cup of coffee as usual. My cracked lips were stung by the dark liquid. I have been missing my uncle for no reason lately. Time has changed and he has been magnified infinitely in my imagination. I decided to look for him. I wrote a sentence in WORD: "Mom: I'm going to find my uncle. Someone said I saw him in the south." Print it out and stick it on the refrigerator door, in size 1, with the size of a cow's head, bold and black.

Mu Sandan didn't like the night in Wattang Town. In Mu Sandan's bones, the only nights she recognized were the nights at Shiziling and Wencheng. The nights at Shiziling had already taken root in her heart. The sounds of pheasants and wild birds grew in the too pure or too rough night, echoing the lingering sounds of her parents calling Sandan at the cliff mouth. It's the kind of night where you can step on a leaf by moving your foot, and tie a leg of mutton to a piece of grass in a crevice of a stone. Then there is Wencheng, the night in Wencheng. The night in Wencheng contains the temptation for a girl from the mountains, and is filled with a kind of fat fragrance from the men and women in the city. The first time she lived in Wattang, she felt a sense of rebellion. What Mu Sandan smelled in the night in Wattang Town was a fishy smell mixed with the greenness of crops. This night air made her feel a bit nondescript.

Aruna's days were as thick as an ox's hair and as sparse as an ox's horns. This day is like a cow's hoof divided into two parts: morning and afternoon, early morning and evening. Aruna's morning begins with the sound of the bells. Aobao Yingzi (village) is hidden in the mountain folds, and the mountain folds are hidden in the map. There are nearly a hundred houses crowded together, with walls touching walls and front eaves touching back ridges. An elm tree squeezes out of the darkness, followed by hundreds of elm trees. It was dawn, the dawn was on the backs of birds, and the smoke was in the chimneys. The eaves of Aruna's house were obscured by the eaves of Punk's house, so it was impossible to know the time of dawn. The sound of the copper bells of the sheep shepherd Surilhok became a call. Surilhok drove his sheep through the street in the morning. He carried a whip on his shoulder, and the copper bell the size of a tea cup attached to the whip pole jingled in the wind, spreading clear ringtones all the way.

Lao Zhuan was doing a handstand in the house when the phone rang. The time was around 10 to 11 pm. Looking back later, Lao Zhuan found that he was in a good mood that day. Because he remembered that before he did the handstand, he almost ate a roast chicken. The chicken bones were scattered on the ground, as if they had been gnawed by a pack of wolves. While eating roast chicken, he also drank a bottle of beer. Lao Zhuan picked up the phone and before saying "hello", he heard a soft female voice speaking standard Mandarin say: "This is the 81211 song station. One of your friends specially ordered a song for you. Please listen carefully and don't leave. Thank you.

Ding Ding is a good student with good health, good study and good moral character. Tintin's father is the workshop director in the factory, in charge of a lot of lathes, riveting and welding equipment and hundreds of people; Tintin's mother is a middle school teacher, teaching two classes of students, preparing lessons, attending classes, correcting homework, and grading students all day long. Sometimes, I even ride a bicycle to visit homes on Saturdays and Sundays. Ding Ding is the study committee member. She is in charge of the study of the whole class, collecting notebooks, handing out homework, and tutoring students who are poor in study. When the teacher is away, she is the primary school teacher, leading the students to read the texts, sometimes in Chinese and sometimes in English. His father is an advanced worker in the factory, and his mother is an excellent teacher in the school. Ding Ding also strives to be on top and not fall behind, and is a good student every year. Ding Ding has many award certificates, one by one, stacked up in a big pile.

Three years after Zhao Xiaohai disappeared, he suddenly appeared on the village road. The village road is like an unearthed long sword in the plain surrounded by four mountains. It breaks through the plain along the stream and points directly to the entrance of Qingmei Village in the northwest. Zhao Xiaohai led a horse and gradually zoomed in on the village road until it became a human figure. The horse behind it was like a large pool of dark red blood flowing slowly. This rare scene approached the village entrance, and dusk also approached Qingmei Village. The setting sun is like a red peach blossom, and the dark red horse is splashing with blood, as if a disaster is following Zhao Xiaohai. The village road echoed with the crisp sound of horse hooves trampling on the concrete road. A group of children after school heard the sound and captured the horse's message. They exclaimed and rolled a cigarette over to circle the tired walking horse. In front of the low and low horse rope, Zhao Xiaohai has a messy head of dirty hair, a face covered in dust and bone edges, and his lips are cracked and blistered with blood, and he is looking ahead numbly.

As soon as you open your eyes, you are liberated and can actually relax. You were almost dead the day before but you are alive again today. Your eyes swim comfortably in the nourishing air of this world. The world is so wonderful! There are not so many good times like this in a person's life. It turns out that our earth is still not simple. It does not just go around in circles like this. It is smart and thoughtful, and generously distributes a fresh morning to all men, women, old and young in the world every day. Sure enough, one morning it was good, the world suddenly became empty, and those dirty shadows and troubles that you longed to get rid of disappeared neatly at this moment, automatically making room for you, and your life became spacious and flat again. Isn't that good? This is how a woman named Zhou Yue experienced it.

A legend about a disease Do you know leprosy? When I decided to take up writing on the subject of leprosy villages, the difficulties and struggles I encountered were far beyond my expectations. My previous limited understanding of the disease was that it was an infectious disease, scary and a bit far away. It seems to be equivalent to the history of human civilization, ancient and mysterious. "Do you know about leprosy?" With this question, I randomly interviewed nearly a hundred people. The answers varied, but there was a common theme: leprosy is contagious and very scary. "Have you ever seen leprosy?" The responses to this question asked at the same time were broadly similar. "I've never seen it." "Then why do you think leprosy is so scary?" I would ask. The answers are basically similar. "I heard."

Chinese short novels are the product of 30 years of hard work, 23 famous writers' masterpieces, the highest level of short literature, and a classic collection worth cherishing for a lifetime. "Wind Chimes (Essence)" edited by Liu Guofang is one of the Golden Sparrow award-winning writers. "Wind Chimes (Essential)" includes the grass pulled out of the heart, love flying in the sky, wind chimes, black butterflies, playing the flute until dawn, the smell of her perfume on you, the past, marriage, the love brought by mice, happy Valentine's Day, the beginning is the end, suddenly, the policeman and the lady, yearning for the balcony, models and cars, roles, sketches, the opposite...

"Tangren Stories" consists of five chapters: "Uncle Lover", "Night Journey", "Hong Fu Runs at Night", "Red Line Stealing Box", "No. 1 Lixin Street and Kunlun Slave", which is the early work of this stranger in the literary world. Generally speaking, "early" may mean "study" to other writers, but in Wang Xiaobo's case, the aura and strange quality displayed by this early work can be said to be unique even when looking at the entire contemporary literature. A reader left a message on an online forum and said that "Uncle Lover" has written a feeling that has never been seen in Chinese literature; while another fan of Wang Xiaobo even revealed the secret: "People who are not really fans of Wang Xiaobo don't know that many people can't forget "Tangren Stories"."

The Danjiang River runs straight down from the Qinling Mountains and reaches Shicun not far away. The huge Shicun River Bend has been a resting place for the river for thousands of years. The water swirled in the bay, and then it meandered away after having enough fun, so there was a natural sand field. Wan Fucai dug sand in Shicun River Bend and opened a sand field. After a long period of wind and rain, he and the director of Shicun agreed to build a village in Shicun, which is called a return in popular words. Unexpectedly, the farmhouse that was originally planned to be built was actually used by the village, township, and county to attract investment. Officials like a revolving lantern made repeated attempts to build a magnificent villa. When Cao Juhua's son drowned in the river bend, Wan Fucai almost fell into the abyss of eternal destruction. The widow Cao Juhua was hired by him to cook and do odd jobs in Zhuangzi. She was from Shicun.

In the early years, the ideal of ordinary citizens in the capital was: to practice martial arts and gain access to the emperor's family; now, in order to support their families, the "wrestlers" struggling at the bottom have no choice but to work for the mafia boss. He is now afraid of meeting acquaintances, especially acquaintances who are very kind to him. Sometimes, if you are surrounded by such people, nothing can be done. He wanted to tell his son this experience, but the child was too young. He hopes he understands that the power that makes you grow and become stronger often comes from opponents who bring you shame. When he was a student in the wrestling class at an amateur sports school, his father and brother stood beside him, but no one would tell him the truth. He only knows that people must be united.

Shu Luhen, male, formerly known as Chen Zhifei, was born in Jinyun County, Zhejiang Province. Born in the 1970s, he writes poetry and novels. Some novels have been published in publications such as "Literature and Life" and "Works", and poems can be seen in major publications. Now lives in Jinyun. I suddenly woke up from my dream. As soon as I reached out and touched my phone, the screen immediately glowed with a faint blue light, and it read one minute past five. This time surprised me a little. I was about to walk through another long dark night, but as I was approaching the end, something interrupted my sleep. I got up and walked to the window and opened the window door. The sky brightened slightly, and a gust of wind came in, bringing some chill. At this time, I woke up completely.

When Yang Huaishu bought a house, he took a fancy to the old Chinese pagoda tree outside the window. He didn't know how such a community could have a solitary locust tree standing there, like Yao Ming. Next to it are overgrown hollies and vulgar magnolias. The locust tree is indeed not young, it should be over fifty years old. By surrounding the locust tree with his arms, he could tell that it was about the same age as the tree at his door when he was a child. The main trunk of the locust tree tilted towards his window, and a few clusters of new leaves almost touched his main balcony and window. Looks very friendly. The locust tree fell in love with it immediately.

The village in winter is dry and desolate. Through the moist and warm black soil and through the layers of poplar forests, the sky above Wangjia Village is shrouded in a hazy cold air. The roosters crowed one after another. They couldn't stand the restraint and rushed to break the eggshells in the early morning. The clear egg white water filled the whole village and the land. The ridges were close to the belly of the earth, and there was a layer of mist floating on it, misty and dreamlike.

"Many ships have sunk and will never reach the Sea of ​​Algae, but dreams will never disappear. In some places, dreams will torture some unfortunate people, and one day, after that person has been tortured enough, the dream will be reproduced again." Homer, who has worked as an accountant in a hotel for twenty years, Harry, who has played a clown all his life, and young people who have hope but can't find a job, are fascinated by the beautiful halo, floating in desire, and coerced by reality, and finally go to their respective destinations. In this era, it is easy and dangerous to encourage others to pursue their dreams. How many vain desires are used in the name of dreams to make ordinary people spend their lives for it. Therefore, we must take a real and clear look at what we are chasing.