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A story about the time that we have ignored, a story about procrastination, about tomorrow, and about the present moment. In the eyes of most people, 26-year-old Alexander Kronos undoubtedly lived an enviable life: a perfect figure, a management position with a good salary, and a newly rented two-bedroom apartment... But the unexpected death of his neighbor's old lady Elise made him realize what he could have done, but missed the minute that might have saved her life. Like Alexander's life, each minute is just a step leading to the next, and the cycle goes on and on, and he never seems to really exist. Later, the crying black woman in the Paris subway, the rock singer with long hair, a maple leaf floating from nowhere, the deer crossing the road during the journey, the neighbor Mr. Gunnar, the woman with a maple tree in her name... The clips and stories in 19 different minutes were intertwined, and many small gears turned together, and he began to focus on every unparalleled minute in eternal time.

Song Shuhua bowed her waist and walked with her thighs tightly sandwiched, as if there was some precious treasure hidden in her arms that would be exposed if she was not careful. It's uphill now. If you want to enter the township government compound, you can't go up this slope. The slope didn't look very steep or long, about twenty meters away. After walking up this 20-meter-long slope, you will reach the township government's open courtyard. Halfway down the slope, Song Shuhua finally stood down. She tentatively put her hands together on her abdomen, trying to relieve some of the pressure in her abdomen. But no. At this moment, this big bubble that has been swollen and accumulated in the body cannot be touched. If it is touched even slightly, it will feel like needles and cones pricking all over the body. Lifting her face, which was dripping with sweat for a while, and looking around eagerly, Song Shuhua was soon disappointed, because she found that there was no one at the gate of the township government.

Uncle Chou Chou's departure was accidentally discovered by two little boys who were playing in the mountains with their dogs. In this land of ravines and valleys, Miss Chun is staggering and will never arrive early. Although it is spring in March, the old apricot trees on the cliff, which have always bloomed early, are still in bloom, and it is far from the time for rain. But that day was strange. Early in the morning, the sky became dark and cloudy, as if it was covered with a gray curtain, as if it was going to rain. Two boys and a dog are on the north slope of a mountain. In fact, below the halfway point of the mountain, it is no longer a mountain. In the early years, the mine ditches were densely populated and narrow, and there was no room for public housing. Many miners dug rocks on the spot, dug nests along the mountain slope, and then leveled out areas ranging in size from a few square meters to more than ten square meters to build temporary houses. The miners cut rocks, dug soil, built walls and plastered mud according to the mountainous terrain, and there was no shortage of skilled craftsmen.

I hesitated for a long time, should I write this story? Countless movies and TV dramas have this scene: the enemy - whether it is the Kuomintang or the Japanese Japs - walks out of the tunnel waving a white flag. But suddenly, the role is about to change. I can't imagine what it would be like: Battalion Commander Wang holding a white shirt high with both hands, walking toward the enemy troops with live ammunition and toward the American reporters with cameras. Although he held his head solemnly, without fear, humiliation, or guilt... He was surrendering after all. Of course, he is not alone. Following behind were 104 half-grown children, the oldest was 16 years old, and one was a girl. Later, an editor told me that since it happened in history, it should be written about. What the world thinks about it is other people's business.

In the spring of 1730, a young man from another province named Quan Zuwang went to Beijing with more than 20,000 volumes of books. At this time, he was a student at Ningbo Fuxue. Because of his excellent performance, he was selected as Bagong and went north to take the exam. To transport such a large and heavy luggage from Zhejiang to Beijing would cost a lot of money today, let alone the early 18th century when transportation conditions were poor. Sure enough, by the time he reached the border of Shandong Province, he had almost spent all his money. The driver he hired did not want to work anymore, so he had to take off his clothes and exchange money to pay the fare. In this way, one day in late spring, the rolling wheels brought him and more than 20,000 volumes of books into Beijing.

Liu Yishan was born in Wuhan in December 1950 and his ancestral home is Ezhou, Hubei. He has been a literary editor since 1973. He is currently the vice chairman of Hubei Provincial Writers Association, the president and editor-in-chief of "Changjiang Literature and Art" magazine, and is an expert with outstanding contributions to Hubei Province. He has created and published twenty books of poetry, novels, and prose collections. The novellas "Going Home for the New Year", "Hedong and Hexi", "Conversion" and "Strange Stone" were published in magazines such as "October", "Qingming" and "Furong", and were reprinted by many selected magazines. On the day after New Year's Day in 1968, the production team leader Han Yuli returned from a meeting in the commune and summoned all members of the team for a meeting that night. The activist Lao Gaiduan was squatting at the door with only a porcelain bowl, drinking porridge. Captain Han passed by the door and dropped a sentence: "Old Gai, hurry up and finish your drink. Inform the male and female members to have a meeting in the accounting room. Each person will be credited with three points of labor. The fourth category elements will not participate, but the children can participate!"

Sun Huanping is a farmer in Zhakou Village, Huaicheng Town, Chuzhou, Huai'an, Jiangsu Province. From April 7 to November 7, 2009, he drove a small truck he purchased to 29 provinces, municipalities, and autonomous regions across the country, covering a distance of 50,000 miles and spending more than 100,000 yuan. He voluntarily promoted the "Food Safety Law" at his own expense. Some people said that he was "crazy" and his wife wanted to divorce him, but he did not give up. Sun Huanping's voluntary promotion of the "Food Safety Law" attracted the attention of many domestic media. More than 150 media including "People's Daily", CCTV, and "Xinhua Daily" reported on Sun Huanping's deeds, and he was called China's biggest poisoner. In December 2011, Sun Huanping, together with Zhu Guangya, the "father of two bombs" and Wang Daheng, the "Father of Chinese Optics", became CCTV's 2011 "Moving China" character candidates.

You Bing was repairing the vegetable cover in the kitchen. He hoped to finish it before his wife got up. Youbing's parents came from out of town, and his mother broke the vegetable cover as soon as she arrived. She always rushes to do housework and takes advantage of every opportunity, which leads to more mistakes. The dish cover looks very simple, like a handleless umbrella that opens and closes. I usually see my wife holding on to the tip of the umbrella, pulling and pressing it, so that she can retract and release it freely. My mother didn't know how to operate it, and the vegetable cover turned into frozen chicken feet that couldn't be closed, and neither opened nor closed. This is the second time my mother's operation has failed. The first time was the first day my mother came. My mother was very embarrassed at the time, and my father was nearby, as if he was courteous to his master, and strongly criticized his wife: Don't take things for granted if you don't know how to do them. This is not your own home! My mother was indifferent and still wanted to work hard.

The group that had ruled for several years became increasingly powerful, but the old wolf king was dethroned by his son and expelled from the group. His former wives and concubines belonged to the new wolf king. Faced with the cruel laws of the forest, the old wolf king had no choice but to kill a majestic red deer and drag it back to his territory to prove that he was not old, and finally died in despair; the wolf queen refused to marry the new wolf king, and did not It migrated with the pack and lived alone in Xiangwa Mountain with the old wolf king's posthumous child; by chance, it retrieved a human child from the snow nest and nursed it; a deserter rescued a female wolf from a hunter's steel clamp. When the deserter was hunted, the female wolf bravely stood up; when the human mother suddenly appeared in front of the wolf child, how would the wolf child react? What does the metaphor of the ultimate destruction of the wolf pack warn humans?

The novel "Guyuan'er" has a total of more than 500,000 words. Turtle Courtyard is a typical Beijing courtyard. It is also a large stage that reflects urban life, depicts various aspects of life, and displays the good and evil of human nature. The story narrates the special historical period from the early days of liberation to the eve of reform and opening up. In a courtyard house in Nancheng, Beijing, a group of ordinary people lived through their joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, and their life and death. The novel is based on the local dialect of Beijing, and the story is lyrical and fluent, recreating the story of human nature and desire strangled, and the struggle between good and evil in a special historical background. The work projects a microcosm of the social life of that era and shows the fate of various characters on the eve of the emergence of the commodity economy.

This is obviously a good-looking story. A little-known anecdote about the suppression of bandits in western Hunan, full of suspense and ingenuity. A pair of brothers who love each other, one is a murderous bandit, and the other is a kind-hearted good citizen. They are faced with the dilemma of fate: should they kill their relatives out of justice, or should they join forces to commit crimes? This will make the life and death of brothers sad and moving. Some people are born writers and are born with various writing skills. Not only do they have writing talent, but they also seem to be born knowing what they want to write. They have endless stories to tell as soon as they start writing, and they can write a thousand words without any hindrance. But most of these writers cannot be called first-rate writers. There is a saying that the novel begins where the story ends. A good work cannot be limited to having a good-looking story shell. Suspense and cleverness can be solved through IQ and technology, but the core and extension of the novel are the excellence of a work.

Zhang Xiaoqi's life changed on a rainy day. Zhang Xiaoqi likes rainy days, which has nothing to do with mood. Although Zhang Xiaoqi is quite satisfied with his current living situation, he is still far from the petty bourgeois sentiment of "holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rainy alley...". After all, it is no wonder that he likes rainy days because he has more income and feels better. The former is easy to understand, as the more people ride on rainy days, the more he earns; while the latter is somewhat meaningful. Rainy days, especially sudden rainy days, often catch pedestrians walking on the street by surprise. The first thing they think of after a brief panic is taxis. However, taxis are in short supply at this time, so they have no choice but to risk their hair and makeup being ruined by the rain and stand on the street waiting eagerly.

The Peking Opera "The Legend of Thieves" is adapted from the traditional play "Jiajialou" and tells the story of the green forest at the end of love. --Author's Note. The bus was bumpy all the way, crawling along the mountain road, heavy and slow, and might stop at any time. There is a hazy sky above our heads, dark and thick, and under our feet are rolling clouds, equally dark and thick. Occasionally, a branch of a tree emerges from the thick gray, a cluster of dark green leaves, with a damp moisture, mature and ferocious. It is a green barwood, a tree that is too common in the Qinling Mountains. The car was filled with the strong smell of diesel, dry smoke, stinky feet, firewood and chicken manure. The driver at the front was holding a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes blurred, one hand on the window, the other on the steering wheel, carelessly waving the lives of dozens of people in the car.

In 1894 AD, in the golden autumn of the 20th year of Guangxu's reign in the Qing Dynasty, the climate in the island city of Xiamen was very hot. This day is the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, which is the Buddhist "Ollambana Festival". Various temples chant sutras and worship, and many devout men and women come to Tianjie Temple to offer incense. Although it is not as lively as the Nanputuo Temple at the foot of Wulao Mountain, the Buddhist disciples who offer incense and the crowds who enjoy the scenery and join in the fun are still bustling, keeping the monks in the temple very busy. In the main hall, three Buddha statues sit high on a lotus platform, and eighteen Arhats stand on both sides. Incense is lingering, and the shadows of candles are shaking red. On the throne, an eminent monk sat cross-legged, and six masters sat on both sides, ringing bells and rocks, and chanting words. In front of the Dharma throne, dozens of faithful men and women knelt on futons and listened to the chanting.

Qiantang River was known as Jiang, Zhejiang and Jianjiang in ancient times in Zhejiang Province. Among these three names, I prefer the word Zhijiang. It is tortuous yet stretching, simple yet profoundly poetic. Where is the source of the river? Starting from Hangzhou, we trace back the river basin. From the map, this river has a confluence point of three rivers in Maocaolong Village, Meicheng Town, Jiande. These three rivers are Xin'an River, Lanjiang River, and Fuchun River. The three rivers converge here. If the source of Xin'an River is traced back to the Fengcun River in Liugujian, Xiuning County, Anhui Province. Tracing the upper reaches of the Lanjiang River is the Qujiang River (the other tributary is the Wuxi River) - Changshan River - Majinxi - all the way to Qixi in Yangtian Village, Qixi Town. It traces from the intersection of Lanjiang River and Fuchun River (Tongjiang) in Maocaolong Village, Meicheng Town, Jiande, to Lianhuajian, Liyangtian Village, Qixi Town, Changshan, a process of more than 250 kilometers. In terms of process, the total length of the upper reaches of the Xinan River is 60 kilometers longer than the total length of the upper reaches of the Lanjiang River.

Yao hopes to be my cousin, a cousin with whom I can't even get a dime out of my relationship. But in real life, I not only have to call him cousin, but I also have to treat him with respect. This is not to say that Yao Hope has a bright and glorious history worthy of my admiration, or that he has been a great benefactor to our family. In fact, Yao Hope is a lock picker, and his appearance in Jianghu Street is not high, but he also claims that Jianghu Street is his city. To be honest, I have always been a little disdainful of this person, because I feel that I work in the street office and can be considered a national cadre. I always have this relative with no legitimate profession hanging around in front of me, and I feel very unhappy. Yao Hope came to our home last year.

They chose a good day to petition on the Mid-Autumn Festival. At six o'clock in the morning, just as it was getting dark, the team gathered and set off. A total of more than 20 vehicles formed a miscellaneous convoy, including minivans, minivans, cars and pickup trucks. The condition of the vehicles varied, some were dilapidated, and they carried about 200 people on the road. They chose their route carefully, avoiding highways and toll booths where they might get into trouble. They went from village roads to county roads and then provincial roads. The convoy was not blocked and entered the urban area more than two hours later, arriving at the municipal government compound. More than 20 dusty vehicles of various brands were lined up outside the gate of the compound. A large number of people got out of the vehicles and gathered in a chaotic manner, and a unique Mid-Autumn Festival scene unfolded.

Sister and Sifan are back. They walked from the end of the railway track, just like stepping on a ladder and walking out of the sunset behind them. Heaven and earth were set on fire. They were also fired up. Light like small flames floated behind them, dancing on the contours of their bodies. They were like shadows, jumping out of the sunset, getting closer and closer. I sat on the railway and smoked until two shadows like telegraph poles on the roadbed floated in front of my eyes and floated to my feet. I held a puff of cigarette in my mouth and didn't spit it out for a long time. Si Fen holds a bouquet of assorted wild flowers. My sister actually wore a pair of sunglasses. I stood up and burst into laughter. I said, Sister, you have changed too much, haven't you? My sister said that I had my eyebrows tattooed and eyeliner tattooed, and it hurt me so much. She pushed my hand away and said, I can't see now because my throat is swollen and blocked. I said, how many days will it take to get better? Don't get infected.

After returning home from morning exercise, Jiang Chengxian habitually glanced sideways at the clock on the wall while changing his shoes. The time was half past eight, so he came back more than an hour later than usual. After more than ten years of retirement, his life has formed a routine. What time does he get up, what time does he eat, what time does he go out for morning exercise, everything is fixed and unchangeable. Of course, there are exceptions from time to time, such as morning exercise. If there is major news (including strange things) happening in the world, China, or this city that day, the partners who do the morning exercise together will start talking about it. With so many talking heads, the sea and sky are vast, everyone expresses his/her opinions and speaks freely, thus losing the concept of time. Looking up, I saw that the sun was already rising over the sea. The news that caused my late return that day was the death of the leader of the neighboring country North Korea. Although this matter has nothing to do with China and does not affect the people's eating, drinking and eating habits, it is still a bit strange. Naturally, everyone has to discuss it heatedly, and the time passes by while discussing it.

This is a secular "living drama" that reflects the suffering living conditions of farmers in the Central Plains. It is a colorful and thrilling image of life. With a strong sense of historical responsibility, a unique perspective of observation, and refined literary language, the author shows a vivid and lively picture of life in the rural areas of the Central Plains during this historical period from the late 1950s to the early 1970s. The book not only reflects the hard work, thrift, honesty, and perseverance of the farmers in the Central Plains, but also the cunning, intrigues, and bohemianism of the farmers in the Central Plains, as well as their unremitting struggle and huge sacrifices for survival. The story of the whole book is fascinating, the plot is exciting or shocking, the ideological content is profound and solemn, thought-provoking, and has strong artistic appeal and shocking power. It is a rare novel after "White Deer Plain" in recent years.

Showcase the style of contemporary artists. Hao Jingtang published his works in 1981 and joined the Chinese Writers Association in 2006. Published books: "The Pyramid of Love", "The Great Victory of Hainan Bandit Suppression", "Pirate Cave", "A Mysterious Tribe of Women", "An Eternal Fairy Tale", "A Long Distance" and more than ten books. "The Great Victory in Suppressing Bandits in Hainan" won the "Dapeng Cup" Reportage Award for Chinese Writers; "A Mysterious Tribe of Women" won the National Population Culture Award; "The Pyramid of Love" won the Army's New Work Award.

This is the author's first novella collection. Among them, "Right and Wrong Life" and "Between Black and White" show the darkness of Chinese society in the late 1930s; "Jue Zhiren" and "Qin Xianglian Meets the Visiting Group" describe social problems in contemporary China. The author uses his keen insight to reveal the inner world of various characters from different periods and different classes, making their joys, sorrows and joys vivid on the page, and the characters vivid.

Huang Yanwu woke up and stretched. This was a really good sleep. He strolled to the yard and took a deep breath in front of the rose flowers that were blooming happily. The fragrance of rose flowers has a refreshing and pleasant effect on the brain and can help him get rid of the tiredness after sleep quickly. At this time, there was a knock on the door. Huang Yan opened the door. It was a stranger in his twenties. The visitor's eyes were bright and he asked, "Is the dragon slayer at home?" Huang Yan said, "I am." The visitor raised his hands and said, "I've heard about his name for a long time, so I came here to visit." Huang Yan smiled slightly and said, "Please come in." Huang Yan is a well-known local chess player. He is fierce and aggressive in chess, and often kills the opponent's big dragon, so he is known as the "dragon slayer".

Qinling, native of Tianshui, Gansu Province, member of the Chinese Writers Association, first-class literary creation. He has published seven novels and a collection of novels, including "The Imperial Grain Bell". More than 30 short and medium-sized novels have been reprinted by various selected magazines or selected into China's annual best novel anthology. He won the "Five One Project Award" (novel adaptation) from the Propaganda Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, the "Hundred Flowers Award" from "Novel Monthly", and won the second Liang Bin Literary Award. I walked through the barren mountains and ridges, but I was just like a small boat traveling alone on the water. Where is the water? Looking up, there is dry land everywhere. While walking safely, we are investigating the safety and unsafety of drinking water in rural China. --Water, the source of life, is it calling me? I would rather believe that it was water and fate that arranged such a walk for me. It must be both. Since water can become the source of life, it must be related to destiny.

One afternoon after going to work during the Spring Festival, Park Shunyi was called to the office by the political commissar. As soon as he entered the door, Pu Shunyi found that the director of the political office and the captain of the security brigade were also present. Both of them had a refreshing look on their faces, and he began to feel uneasy. Years ago, he proposed to leave the security brigade and stop working as a prostitute to generate income, but other units were reluctant to accept it, which made him very angry. Although the captain of the security brigade politely tried to persuade him to stay, it was only because of the friendship he had worked with for many years. He was not sure where to go now. The political commissar summoned him at this moment, he guessed, it must be for this matter. As soon as he sat down, the political commissar handed him a pack of Soft King cigarettes and said in greeting: "Captain Park, you have a lively Spring Festival."

Ping'an County is famous for being poor, but Ping'an County has a strong cultural atmosphere. This is a bit strange, and it doesn't quite fit in with Confucius' rule that "one can only know the etiquette if he or she is practical". The reason is actually not complicated: in response to the call of the great leader, many graduates from prestigious universities resolutely asked to go to "the most difficult place." If you want to transform the world, you have to choose one that is a bit difficult. As a result, Ping'an County, the most desolate and backward place, became a place where high-spirited students flocked overnight; as a result, Ping'an County, which was impoverished and poor, suddenly saw a large number of educated young people. With so many cultural people here at once, there's not much to do? Then let's run a school. Soon, most of them became middle school teachers in Ping'an County, and some even became primary school teachers in the suburbs of Ping'an County.

Mr. Su's eyesight is not very good and he has difficulty reading newspapers. He wears glasses with high myopia. He holds a round magnifying lens in his hand and reads slowly. A few months ago, London accompanied Mr. Su to see an ophthalmologist. The doctor noticed Mr. Su's concern and comforted him by saying, "Your eyes are not as bad as you thought, and you can still use them." As the doctor spoke, he glanced towards London. London looked at the doctor with a hint of complicity, but in his heart he was panicking and worried that Mr. Su's eyes were completely damaged. As Mr. Su's nurse, would he have to act as a crutch? Thinking so, London's heart felt a little gray. Mr. Su was supported by London all the way back home. As soon as he entered the house and changed into slippers, Mr. Su's mood fluctuated a little and said, "I see, the doctor was just trying to comfort me... Just comfort me." London went to work cleaning up the table and coffee table.

This is an old debt from twenty years ago. The creditor is Li Yuejiu, the owner of the Xingshan gravel quarry, and the debtors are Songshan County Party Committee Secretary Tao Yifu and County Magistrate Gao Hui. What kind of debt is this? And why have you been in debt for so long? What is especially puzzling is that the top leaders of the party and government in the two counties, who can be called the emperor, why do they not repay the debts owed to self-employed people? It's a long story. Songshan County is close to the Hajime-Heilongjiang Highway. The newly formed county party committee team in 1992 wanted to renovate the Hajime-Heilongjiang Highway section within the territory, because this section of the road is crucial to the county economy.

Before Ximen Qing married his current wife, he only went to a hair salon once. At that time, he never dreamed that now he would be able to go to the hair salon every day. Every day, Ximen Qing would drop off and pick up his wife, and then hang out in her hair salon. Even if he went to the hair salon, in fact, for Ximen Qing, going to the hair salon was not a good thing. The main reason was that Ximen Qing had allergic rhinitis and was not used to the smell there. Also, those girls As soon as the perfume floated into his nose, something on his body seemed to be on fire. His eyes would keep looking at girls, always in a dodgy way in the broad daylight of his wife. Just like this, although he did it again and again, it was still hidden, but as time went by, his wife Pan Jinlian discovered something fishy. So, from one day on, Pan Jinlian was exempted from Ximen Qing's obligation to go to the hair salon.

Good and evil, crime and punishment, salvation and forgiveness. In the face of history, memory or life, which one is more important? Many years ago, a woman named Chen Queti traveled alone. She came to this small town on the edge of the Yellow River and stayed for a week. In a village about five miles away from the town, she saw a dilapidated old courtyard. From then on, this dilapidated courtyard became a thought that she could no longer let go of. After some years, the woman returned here. When she saw that the increasingly dilapidated and desolate yard was still standing on the hillside by the river bank, she was deeply moved. She thought, so you are still waiting for me. It was a summer evening, the sun was setting slowly on the Yellow River, the sky was full of sunset, and the river was like a river of blood. There are boats on the river, which are cruise ships carrying passengers, moored quietly on the shore.

Sichuan slope gully area on the Loess Plain. The Muddy Water River flows through the channel. The river surface is very wide and the water is not deep. The yellow muddy water looks like a mirror from a distance. Only when you get closer can you see that the water is flowing slowly and silently. It's already the beginning of the third lunar month, and the winter ice floes on the river have long since melted away, so it won't be too cold to walk barefoot across. Shortly after dawn, a militiaman sent by the district waded across the river from the district office on the opposite side of the river to deliver a letter to our working group... The headquarters of the land reform working group in our township is located in a village on a half-slope of a ravine. There are some farmers scattered up and down the nearby slopes and inside and outside the gullies. This is an administrative village. Team Leader Wei, the new member of the working group, and I slept side by side on the earthen kang on one side of the upper room, sleeping soundly.

When our eldest brother, Du Hen, was a child, his father often held a yellowed photo and said to him: "Look carefully, son! I want you to remember this face, remember it hard! This is the enemy of our family! When you grow up, you must avenge your father!" Du Hen nodded vigorously. Next his father urged him to wash his face and feet and go to bed. The next day before dawn, I woke him up again and asked him to put on his sneakers and go to the mountains to practice Qigong. There he found him a martial arts master. Almost every day. Du Ren practiced martial arts very hard. He didn't say anything or ask anything. He only used the sandbag as the person's face and punched him to death with one punch after another. The master asked them to practice 20 sets of movements, so he would do 30 sets; the master asked them to arrive at 6 o'clock, and he arrived at 5:30.

Our village is called Wenwu Village. With such an impressive village name, don't think that our village has ever produced any cultural talents who were able to govern the country and protect the country with military skills. This village name actually comes from the fact that our village has two major surnames: Wen and Wu, supplemented by several minor surnames. Wenwu Village, which I have not returned to for two years, was named after it. At first glance, it looks like it did two years ago. The houses are still the same as before, and the village streets are still the same as before. If you look closely, you can still see some changes. For example, the village streets that were previously muddy on rainy days and dusty on sunny days have now all been paved with concrete. There are flower ponds on both sides of the street, with plants and trees planted in the flower ponds, and red and yellow flowers blooming in them. The houses facing the street, whether old or new, high or low, are all painted white. The white walls of the house contrasted with the red flowers and green leaves and trees, showing a neatness and vitality, which made me feel refreshed and peaceful after not going home for two years and not having a satisfactory time living outside.

Lao Huang, the industrial and commercial administrator, put his hands in the trouser pockets of his gray uniform. At the same time, his plump chin was swinging up and down in response to the movement of his feet. He told me, hang the goods here first, and then move over when the bed inside becomes free. The place where Lao Huang asked me to hang the goods was not a specific iron bed, but a bamboo pole connected from the iron pipe at the top of the iron bed. The bamboo pole was only as thick as a thumb and 1.5 Meters long. It was even a little longer than the length of a regular bed. Huang obviously saw my doubts and explained in a leisurely manner that this bamboo pole could hang five pairs of trousers side by side, while an average bed could barely hang four pairs. When you have more varieties of goods one day, you will naturally know its benefits. Also, this bamboo pole is located on the side, equivalent to a large corner, which is convenient for batching goods.

The mayor of Shuixiang drank too much. Even though he was wearing a pair of sunglasses, the world in front of him was still colorful. The sun in the sky was like the glass wine glass he held high in his hand at the banquet. It swayed here and there again. The soft concrete road leading to the township government undulated with the shaking of the wine glass, and people and cars were dancing on it! The drunken mayor of Shuixiang walked and pointed at the pedestrians on the road and shouted, "Have you drank too much horse urine? You have no way of standing or walking. Why are you dancing on the road?"

When I got the news that Ai Ying had terminal cancer, I got off work at noon. At that time, Li Gefei was shuffling tiredly towards the agency cafeteria. A small raised pebble on the road staggered him. As soon as he blurted out the angry Three Character Sutra, he vaguely heard the sound of rapid footsteps coming up behind him. The visitor was Qi Peide, a colleague from the department. After a quick exchange of greetings, Qi got straight to the point: Have you heard that Ai Ying has cancer? When Li Gefei heard this, he was shocked, and an indescribable force suddenly filled his body, making him suddenly cheer up: Cancer? What cancer? Late stage lung cancer has spread all over the stomach! I heard that it has even grown up to the spine. I am lying on the bed unable to move. They say that if I move even a little bit, it feels like being tortured... Oh, life is really worse than death...

When Shuixiang took off the apron around her waist and was about to take out a bowl of rice, Sun Langtou, who had already raised his head to finish the second bowl of rice, suddenly screamed and squatted down. While covering his painful leg, he glared at Wang Tiehan who kicked him from behind. Jin Bao and Niu Dou, who were eating at the door of the kitchen, didn't know what was going on. They both turned their heads to Sun Langtou and Wang Tiehan. Wang Tiehan scolded Sun Langtou in front of everyone and said, "Shui Xiang has been busy rolling out noodles and cooking for us for a long time. She hasn't even scooped out the first bowl of rice, and you've eaten two bowls of rice." You should also wink a bit and stop competing with Shuixiang for the spoon, okay? They all smiled and made way for Shuixiang. Sun Langtou said with embarrassment that the braised noodles were delicious. I just ate them myself and didn't really care.

The contents of this book include: Golden Age, Turning Thirty, Time flies, Love in Revolutionary Times, My Yin and Yang, Silver Age, Future World, etc.

"The Complete Works of Wang Xiaobo's Novels" includes all Wang Xiaobo's novels, including early works, Tang Dynasty stories, Tenderness Like Water; Golden Age; Silver Age, 2010, Black Iron Age; Bronze Age. The novel goes in and out of history, reality, and the future, and reflects on the harm caused by power and utopia in different time and space. The novel's unique imagination and use of irony bear the author's unique mark.

On the way to Shunyi, his senior brother took out a bankbook and said to Liu Zhanwu: "I have managed your business for nearly two years. Because my health was getting worse and worse, I didn't feel comfortable letting others manage it. Finally, I sold it, and now a Zhejiang man is the boss there. I sold the factory to him. The money is put in this passbook, which will be enough for you in the next life. If you want to use it to redeem your factory, it may be the same." Liu Zhanwu suddenly hugged his brother and shouted: "Brother, what is this all about? Originally, we could live well!"

The Siberian cold current enveloped the city, and the biting wind made a low whine. At night, I was shivering in the cold wind. Song Fei rode her bicycle out of the bustling Jiefang Road and turned north into the secluded Station Street. Although the street was spacious and the street lights were bright, because there were no shops on both sides, there were few pedestrians and vehicles on the road once it got dark. Especially at night like this, no one with any help would brave the freezing cold. The three or two bicycles that occasionally pass by on the road are high school students who have finished their evening self-study and young teachers like her who have no reason not to attend evening self-study. She stared in horror at the darkness behind the street lights. Behind the sycamore trees, which were so bare that only a few dry sycamore branches were left, was the long wall of the North Goods Yard. The cold light of the street lamp is transformed by the swaying branches into some ferocious images that are usually unimaginable.

As soon as the United States coughs, the world sneezes and catches a cold. This world is so fucking weird. It seems like everyone is living their own lives, across oceans and oceans, unable to reach each other with eight poles, but in the end they are like grasshoppers on a rope, tied together. Luo Lie was sitting in his grocery store, facing the road, his eyes blank, like a fool, and it took him a long time to blink. A few days ago, his grocery store was bustling with people. He was the chairman, general manager, salesperson, and accountant all at once. He was so busy that he wished he could become the Thousand-Armed Guanyin. At that time, he wanted to take the time to go to the job market and recruit someone who liked him to come back as a helper. You can earn endless amounts of money to do endless chores. Now that you are a boss, you cannot trap yourself in trivial chores. Later, I went out to the south to buy some goods, which delayed the matter.

A mysterious and legendary figure appeared in Liaocheng. He was wearing a mask and a mantis shirt. He walked over eaves and walls as if walking on the ground. He held a twenty-ring box gun and shot wherever he pointed, with perfect accuracy. He also has a unique skill. He hides several or a dozen arrows as big as a thumb in his sleeves. When put to use, he can take off the arrows and shoot them directly at the opponent's vital points. The arrows will kill people with certainty. He is known as the Mantis Man in the world. The Mantis man has a hundred brothers under his command, hiding in Guanshan outside the city. All of these brothers, No. 100, Learned the skill of flying arrows from him. Although their skills were not as good as his, they were still very good at it. After the September 18th Incident, Guandong fell, and Liaocheng became the jurisdiction of the "Manchuria Empire" controlled by the Japanese. Mantis and his brothers frequently appeared in Liaocheng in a group of three May 1st gangs. Every time they appeared, several or a dozen Japanese traitors would meet the King of Hell inexplicably.

Song Tianming walked around in the wheat field, and then the sun slowly rose from the east. The sun was very warm, surrounded by a layer of rose-colored clouds. The soft sunlight turned rose-colored, and the wheat field also turned rose-colored. All the wheat turned rose-colored, as if roses were planted all over the sky. The wheat ears have been neatly arranged, the pulp has been filled, and there are already soft wheat kernels. Tianming inhaled the fragrance of wheat and felt that he had become a wheat plant. He walked to the middle of the wheat and tried to squat down to see if he could be covered in the wheat field. Unexpectedly, he was poked in the buttocks by a wheat ear, which caused some pain. At dawn, I remembered the time when I was a child and had a burnt wheat awn pierce my butt. The thorn penetrates into the buttocks and is invisible. You will only know it when it hurts. Tianming remembered that he pressed his waist and legs hard, and asked his mother to take a needle and poke it on his bare buttocks. She pricked several eyes before getting a gleam like an eyelash. Now, Yamato-niang is gone, not even a photo is left.

"Nineteen Rooms" edited by Lin Jianfa is one of the classic series of self-selected student readings by famous writers. "Nineteen Rooms" contains some of his representative works. Most of his novels present an elegant, feminine, yet desolate and cold style. Underneath the beautiful images are the smell of death and disturbing conspiracy. It can be regarded as a sample of all Su Tong's novels. This is the secret of Su Tong's work, a beautiful dance that brings misfortune like a witch.

On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month to celebrate the Little New Year, there was a heavy snowfall, so heavy that the whole city turned white, was covered, and the whole city was boiling. Every year during the winter solstice, the city government issues a special snow-clearing order. All departments and units must clear the snow in front of their doors, including those facing the street. The snow cleared that day. There was no supervision or mobilization, only inspections, exposures, notifications, and fines. When the snow stops, snow plowing is the biggest thing in winter in the north. The Municipal Intermediate Court Building is located on a busy street. The floor is not high, the courtyard is spacious, and the street frontage is also long. It takes a few hours to clear the snow every time, whether it is light snow, or one and a half days when it snows heavily. I'm afraid the heavy snow today won't be cleared in half a day. It's the Chinese New Year and not many people are coming to work. As soon as work starts, the bailiffs will guard the gate, and no one except the hospital staff is allowed to enter. The big thing should be done after clearing the snow.

This is a true story that happened in Liberia, an African country 30,000 miles away from Shanghai, the largest city in the East. Liberia is located on the Atlantic coast of western Africa. It has a pleasant climate, spring-like weather all year round, and beautiful scenery. It is completely different from the "heat and drought" that people usually think of as a symbol of Africa. The unique environment has made the country the most rubber-producing region in the world. One-third of the world's total rubber production is provided by this country with a population of only 25 million. For a long time, insightful people from many countries have traveled across the ocean to Liberia to try to operate rubber. Mr. Liu Xingang, one of the protagonists in this article, is one of them.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, other departments were off work, but all the staff of the business department were still having a meeting. Cui Jie, the vice president in charge of the business department, personally presided over the meeting instead of the usual business department director Xia Hong. When the economic police of the office security received the notice of the meeting, many people expressed surprise, but they soon understood what was going on. Although everyone said nothing on the surface, Li Tian's heart was pounding hard after hearing the news of the meeting, and his face began to turn red involuntarily. During the meeting, Li Tian sat in an inconspicuous corner, perhaps, this could reduce the burden on his heart.

In the morning, at Dr. Liu's clinic on Sangzi Road, people were discussing that the dead Asu Asu was actually a woman from a suburban village. "This woman, why are you drinking pesticides? If you can't survive, you will get divorced. What are you afraid of?" "Yes, she is not tied up." "Okay, how can a woman from out of town have so many options? Look at the ferocious look of the drunkard!" "Because of a dog? No way. "Yes! I must have made a mistake. How can a person die for a dog?" Dr. Liu stood in front of the medicine cabinet, and those voices were flying behind him, like mosquitoes on his pillow when he was sleepy. For a few seconds, he was completely ignorant. Hearing the news of a person's death in the early morning made him extremely uncomfortable, as if the matter was related to him, and his professional instinct decided that he could not see people die in front of his eyes.

After Sishapa became secretary, he stopped killing pigs. Strictly speaking, he should no longer be called Si Sha Bao. He has a name, Roma. Therefore, some people in Zhangluo Village have changed their tune and call him Secretary Luo. But most people still call him Si Sha Bao behind his back. Si Sha Bao no longer kills pigs, but he never puts down the knife in his heart. What he is thinking about now is killing trees. To the west of Zhangluo Village, there is a river called Sixi River. The water of Sixi River begins to gather at the southern foot of Yishan Mountain, and then meanders from north to south. The clear river water flows day and night. In the Zhangluo Village area, there is a wide water surface about two kilometers long, with dense aquatic plants, shrubs and woods on both sides. After changing from a collective to working alone, this is the only property in Zhangluo Village that has not been divided up.