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When Mei Mulian was hoeing weeds in the cotton field, she saw her mother-in-law running toward her from a distance. Her mother-in-law opened and closed her mouth, and her voice was blown to pieces by the wind. Only fragments reached Mei Mulian's ears. My mother-in-law will be 69 years old in a few months. According to the rural custom of "doing nine instead of ten", in the first month of the year, my husband Cao Xuebao and Mei Mulian discussed celebrating her 70th birthday. After much discussion, Mei Mulian became unhappy. Cao Xuebao meant to do it in a big way. His seventieth birthday was his birthday. In addition to inviting relatives and friends, he would also have to set up a banquet in Tongwan. This is also the reason why Mei Mulian is unhappy. It's not that she doesn't want to help her mother-in-law celebrate her birthday. She means that she will only invite relatives and friends, and there is no need to make it so ostentatious. The two talked about each other, but before they could talk together, Cao Xuebao lost his job. The two of them didn't speak for half a month, and the birthday celebrations were put on hold.

When I got up early to fold the quilt, Narcissus picked up more than a dozen fallen hairs on the pillow towel, some black and some white. It's white like white silk thread used for embroidery, sparkling and shiny. It's black, but it's not really black. It's as if it has rolled in the soil and is dusty. She sighed softly, balled them up, opened the stove cover, and threw them into the stove. With a "pop" sound, the smell of burnt wool suddenly came out of the stove, and the fever in my hair disappeared. Narcissus couldn't remember when he started to have gray hair. At first, there were only a few sporadic hairs, but gradually, more and more became the norm. From a distance, it looked like a layer of white frost had fallen on his head.

Before dawn, Sun Yongan went out carrying the bucket. The light blue morning mist hid the town. The town is called Puguang. It was a famous temple many years ago. It was called Puguang Temple at that time. The sound of wooden fish and chanting continued for hundreds of years. At the beginning of the last century, an unknown fire burned the temple to ashes. Since then, the monks have left and the incense has been cut off. When the fluffy spring grass emerges from the black ashes, the land returns to secular life again and becomes a distribution center for supplies in the middle reaches of the Qingxi River. Because it is surrounded by mountains and rivers, fog often forms over the town. Sometimes, the fog lingers in the early evening and does not dissipate until the afternoon of the next day. The street lights were dim and could not illuminate the houses or the soles of their feet. Sun Yongan walked through several short alleys based on his feelings, walked past the playground, went down a section of dirt slope lined with acacias, and then crossed a road to reach the old street. The old street is a stone street, and his footsteps in cloth shoes are very solid and lonely.

I have always felt that I am suitable for fish farming. Every spring, just like those people walking through the fish market, although their expressions are cold, their eyes are sparkling. I look for those unusual spirits to reach final reconciliation in their lively and interesting intimacy and confrontation. I don't care if they leave me in the end, I just want to miss them. Are you dreaming? Within ten seconds every time I wake up from a dream, I will forget who I am. This is the most comfortable time for me to be an idiot, no less than looking at the sad face of the mortal world in heaven.

Standing here, I suddenly felt a strange sense of abandonment, loss of control, and a faint sense of expectation. This expectation was caused by the plants in front of me. It seemed that they were instantly liberated through the gaze of a pair of eyes I brought from the center of the city. Otherwise, they will eventually fend for themselves alone. Of course this may just be my conjecture. I saw weeds overflowing the flower bed and establishing a base outside the flower bed, extending to the gap between the flower bed. They occupied part of the road, but there was still a road leading to the gate and the back of the building. There are actually a lot of gray striped grasses among these grasses, which is a common grass in rural areas of southern Shanxi and rarely seen in cities.

The next day, when the plane took off from the Beijiao Airport and flew over the city, Tian Mei looked down at the city below through the plane window and suddenly felt strange. Is this the city in her life? At this moment, she couldn't think of anyone else who was still in this city... Zhou Xiaoman went to Indonesia, Liu Tianshui went back to East Bay for the New Year, Ye Yifan escaped without a trace, and even Lao Lan went to a detention center in another city. It turns out that leaving a city is a very simple matter. After leaving, it is not complicated at all. But everyone has different reasons for leaving.

Because a certain man missed his nanny's kindness, he decided to erect a monument and build her tomb during the Qingming Festival. But her two nephews offered high prices for radishes in the fields, smashed tombstones, and attacked people. Wow, it's rare in the world for someone to be as cheap as a carrot, and it's even rarer to blackmail one's relatives. My grandma treats me the same as she treats my hungry brother, even when she asks this question: "If I die, will you come to my grave to see me?" She puts the emphasis on the word "death", which hisses in my ear like a wisp of evil wind, making my body shiver. I didn't answer because I thought the question was odd and unnecessary. But a firm voice beside me shouted like a slogan: "You will not die. You are a god from heaven who has come down to earth. How can a god die?"

Huang Junjun looked at Li Hongqi blankly, as if he suspected that those words came from his mouth, because now Li Hongqi does not look like a mentally ill patient who has just recovered, but a philosopher. She was suddenly moved and said firmly, "Li Hongqi, don't worry. I can tell you responsibly that you will definitely go home and return to your 95-square-meter house." In front of Huang Junjun's eyes, Li Hongqi's former home seemed to really emerge, because he had described to her more than once that the house was all covered with wooden floors, and you could walk barefoot to the balcony, because the balcony was also covered with wooden floors. He liked to let the sun shine on the wooden floors, and also on him sitting on the floor reading a book...

Qilong lay in the hospital bed for ten days, and before his wounds fully healed, he quietly escaped from the hospital. Qilong ran to Sanguan Cave, one hundred and eighty miles away from Duchun City, and found that the dinosaur eggs in the cave were still there. Qilong smiled, as long as the dinosaur eggs are there, there is still hope. This is his biggest secret, he also wants to sell dinosaur eggs. He will no longer be a silly hawker on the street. He has gained experience and no one can catch him anymore. Qilong dreams of having his own car as a passenger transport, and he is determined to never live like his parents again.

When Aunt Xiaotao walked in, Xiaojiu was doing a "full body" massage for a customer. He didn't realize it until she came in and stood behind him. Aunt Xiaotao stretched out her arms, put her arm around Xiaojiu's waist, leaned her face on his back, and asked quietly, when... Can it be done? Xiao Jiu froze, lowered her voice, and begged, "Aunt Xiao Tao, Aunt Xiao Tao..." The customer was lying on his stomach, his face buried in the ventilation hole of the massage bed, asking in a low voice, "What's wrong?" Is this enough for an hour? Xiao Jiu started to move hurriedly, but for a moment she didn't know where to apply her force. The guest shifted his body dissatisfiedly and snorted. It has been exactly three months since Xiaojiu came to the provincial capital from a small village called "Yiqiao" deep in the plains and went to join his cousin Chen Antang who runs a massage clinic.

A work that contains substantial real-life content. About the author: Xiao Yinong is from Baoding, Hebei. Graduated from the Chinese Department of Peking University, and later graduated from the Graduate School of Beijing Normal University with a Master of Arts. He is currently the Vice Chairman of the Inner Mongolia Writers Association. Started publishing works in 1973. Joined the Chinese Writers Association in 1987. He is the author of the TV drama script "Mountain Love" (which has been recorded and broadcast), and has published hundreds of long, medium and short stories, essays, reportage, film and television literature and other dramas, totaling more than 3 million words. The novella "Red Olive" won the "October" Literary Award and the Suolongga Literary Award; the short story "Mountain Wind" won the Lu Xun Literary Award and the Suolongga Literary Award; the novel "Fellow Travelers" won the first prize of the Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region Reform Theme Award; "Maroon Acrylic Shirt" won the Tianjin Lu Xun Literary Award; the radio drama script "Red Olive" (recorded and broadcast) won the World Chinese Critics Gold Award, and his works also won the 1993 Zhuang Chongwen Literary Award.

Lin Ye had a fight three days before he was discharged from the army. That day, several comrades finished drinking and left the small hotel. One comrade said: "Look at how strong that guy is!" A middle-aged man collecting rags pulled a cart, and the things on it were piled so high that they almost touched the low-hanging wires in the sky. I don't know what he was pulling on the car, which flattened the tires. The belt on the car cut deeply into the middle-aged man's shoulders, and the biceps on his arms bulged high.

After a few "chirps", three text messages popped up in succession. Li Xiang read them one by one and felt much more at ease. The first one was sent to Yitian. Although it was a bit unexpected, it was settled. The second message was from Xue Ji: "Dear Comrade Li Xiang, I will no longer be alone, because in addition to a close friend of the opposite sex in my life, I have a sister with a different surname. You have been through enough, go to bed early. Late Good night!" The last message was from Ye Lan: "Mr. Li, please take care, I'm sleeping peacefully. I have fully recovered." Li Xiang took a long breath and murmured in his heart, "Good night to everyone!"

... Autumn came very early this year. Before the beginning of autumn, light snow started to fall in the sky. Alexander was harvesting grapes in his field. Seeing the snow falling on the grape field, he sighed, it seemed that this year was going to be bad. Tang Jiuling also went to Alexander's grape fields that day. Looking at the snow on the ground, he lamented like Alexander that this was a natural disaster. Alexander said that we are not afraid of natural disasters, but of man-made disasters. The man-made disaster finally came. ... Zhang Zuolin's power grew stronger and the Qing government was unable to suppress him, so he recruited him. Zhang Zuolin helped clear up the bandit forces, and later eliminated the troubles and maintained the unity of the country. He was gradually promoted and served as the governor of Fengtian and the patrol envoy of the three eastern provinces. He was known as the King of the Northeast and became the leader of the Beiyang Army Faction. He established the Army Reorganization Office of the Three Eastern Provinces and formed an alliance with Sun Yat-sen, Duan Qirui and Lu Yongxiang. After the victory of the Second Zhili-Fengtian War, Zhang Zuolin invaded Peiping and served as Marshal of the Army and Navy, exercising governance on behalf of the Republic of China...

When Lele led Liuling, Mo basket, and Gouzi to find the team leader, Naohai, Naohai was squatting on the threshold and smoking his self-rolled cigarettes. Lele said with a smile on his face, there is a movie in Hu Temple, showing "Sparkling Red Star", should we go see it? The naughty boy nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. He ran to the kitchen in a few steps, scooped a bowl of cold water into the water jar, poured it into his stomach, took a cornmeal bun, and happily led a few people out of the village. On the way, several people talked with great interest about the upcoming screening of "Sparkling Red Star". Lele has watched this movie five times, and is already familiar with the plot and the lines of the characters in the play. But as soon as he hears about which brigade is showing "Sparkling Red Star", Lele will look for others in the brigade to watch the movie with a happy face.

He was an adopted abandoned child, whose adoptive parents were just humble blue-collar workers; he and his friend Woz founded Apple, and after a lot of hard work, they achieved great success, but were kicked out of the company they founded; then he founded two companies, NeXT and Pixar; 13 years later, he returned to "Apple" with the momentum of the return of the king, producing Ipod, Ipad, and Iphone. At the peak of his career, he not only resigned as CEO of Apple, but also bid farewell to the world he set out to change... He made technology an art and a myth! He is not a perfect person, but he is a charismatic person. He is Steve Jobs, a legend that is hard to surpass.

Basketball is a symbol of peaceful coexistence of mankind. It can transcend countries, wars, human nature, and become an industry. It is loved by kind people of different nationalities - inscription. Wang Manxi, a native of Haiyuan County, Ningxia, published his debut novel "Snowy Night" in 1979. Later, he published short and medium-length novels such as "The Woman with Red Nails", "The Anger of the Eldest Son" and "Country Red Cross" to meet readers. He published the novel "Lease Life" and "Haiyuan Earthquake", and the full-length "Gasim Mahefu" will be released soon. His film and television works include "The Public", etc. He has won many awards. He is a director of the Ningxia Film and Television Association and a member of the Chinese Prose Society. There was a Bazi from Niujia Town, Hong County. People called him Volunteer Army, but his surname was actually Lei.

Spring has begun, but the snow accumulated over the winter has not melted yet. Spots are spread in places where the sun cannot reach, forming a layer of crust. I don't know whose family's two old hens, with their bloated bodies raised all winter, walked over the snow one after another. The originally clean snow shells showed irregular traces of chicken feet, with stars. Wu Qidan originally pushed the battery car and was about to leave, but when he saw it, he tied the car up again and opened his arms to drive the chicken away. However, the two old hens stopped at this time and looked at Wu Qidan with bulging eyes, as if the matter had nothing to do with them. The chicken refused to leave, so Wu Qidan had no choice but to chase it away.

I am increasingly convinced that writing is a form of resistance. Yes, as a logical conclusion that often causes abstract ambiguity, the meaning of resistance is often not something that a writer can realize at the beginning of writing. It is the result of our gradual summary and refinement in the long practice of writing. For example, this is like the earliest clothes made by humans, which were only designed to cover the body and keep out the cold. But later, the main function of clothes was to help humans beautify themselves. What is the purpose of writing to resist? This issue can easily lead to ambiguity and misunderstanding. But there is no way. All human languages ​​and writings, no matter how accurate, will be accompanied by ambiguity and misunderstanding. To remove the obscuration and extract the essence, the only thing we can rely on is the breadth of our hearts.

This is a letter from Diao Dou that appears in his novel "Testimony" ("Testimony" was published in an issue of "Harvest" at the end of the last century). The male protagonist wrote this letter early and told his divorced wife to have his daughter Diao Chan memorize it until she was familiar with it. When he was woken up in the middle of the night to go to jail, he asked his daughter to recite the letter over the phone. Diao Chan was about to wake up, so she instinctively carried this letter that she seemed to understand but didn't understand. In my opinion, it is the best contemporary Chinese novel so far. In terms of narrative structure, it is similar to my favorite Korean movie "Peppermint Candy". It also hides the main plot, and then uses detailed hints to allow readers to guess and construct the untelling story. In addition, the protagonist's attitude towards life and the insights revealed inadvertently are both moving. It is a novel that can be read over and over again with endless aftertaste.

In the morning, a migrant worker named Aifuzai suddenly fell ill. His face was pale, he was vomiting blood, and he had a hole in his head. Aifuzai's illness was expected by everyone. The environment on the mountain was too harsh and no one could survive for long. In addition to feeling cold and tired, Liu Desheng also felt some self-blame. He brought everyone here. At first, the boss only talked about mining infrastructure stones. Later, he realized that he was quarrying stones openly and secretly looking for a kind of hard colored crystals, commonly known as gemstones. If you are lucky, it is not uncommon to find colored diamonds. Everyone knows the treasures of Taylor Mountain. Rare minerals are national resources, and private mining is strictly prohibited. However, it is inevitable that the government and businessmen will be ambiguous and get what they need. Just find a reason to do what you want. "Luck" is something that rich people play with, while migrant workers only seek stable income. Everyone is happy when a gem is found, but if it tries to hide and seek with you, you won't be able to do it even if you have the skills.

The sun always comes later in the Qinjin Grand Canyon than in other places. By the time the golden doll of the sun jumps to the top of the waves of the Yellow River, laughing and prancing, people on the riverside have already been making a living for half a day. When Zao Ya heard her mother unveiling the second pot of steamed buns, she became more and more anxious. Grandma came in again and asked, "The ones on the other side of the river haven't arrived yet?" Mom said no. This is the third time grandma has asked. Grandma said that the sun has already set on the tops of the jujube trees. Is it time for the first boat to arrive? Mom said, I am busy with the autumn harvest. Zao Ya heard that her mother's voice was a little sticky. Grandma said, no matter how busy you are, it won't be today, right? Besides, he was in a coal mine and not working on crops. Mom said, it's not up to you to earn other people's money. Grandma said, don't you want to take a leave? Can a living person choke to death by urinating? After speaking, he raised his hand and slapped his deflated cheek. Shaoting asked again, how about we go to the river to pick him up? To avoid taking a detour.

Ling Zhongsheng hasn't played mahjong for a long time. Ever since his daughter Ling Yifei was admitted to the city's key high school, he began to change his ways. Ling Zhongsheng is a passenger transport driver for a bus company. He drives a bus and has no hobbies. Occasionally after working the morning shift, he will be called up by a group of friends to play mahjong for a long time. He is so excited that he often doesn't even bother to eat dinner, and it lasts until late at night before closing the stall and going home. Ling Zhongsheng rarely loses playing mahjong and gives all the money he wins to his wife. Therefore, under normal circumstances, Ling Zhongsheng's wife Lu Mei will not stop him from going out to "make money."

It is a sunny spring, and we were invited to Tongcheng City to interview Mr. Liu Kesheng, Chairman of Anhui Xincheng Computer Co., Ltd. And Chairman and General Manager of Tongcheng Minsheng Guarantee Company. When the car left Hefei, we saw endless fields in front of us, and the rapeseed flowers in full bloom were like a golden ocean. Along with the spring breeze, the golden rapeseed flowers surge like waves, occasionally mixed with a few bright greens, so fresh and lively. The car is driving on the highway, and the wilderness outside the window is moving rapidly. The vibrant spring makes people on the journey feel extremely comfortable. The car went all the way south and passed through a mountainous area. On the hillside were layers of lush tea gardens, one after another rising up the hillside, as if they wanted to touch the face of the sky. The small river at the foot of the mountain gurgled quietly, as if there was no trace of the passage.

Drinking in Kangding is both enjoyable and harmful to the body. When the wine is served, no one is on guard, just fill the cup yourself and then drink it. When the wine bottles were scattered in piles at their feet, everyone was in a high place of nothingness, letting themselves go until their eyes were dim and their tongues were stiff. Then they stumbled home, like a snow leopard lying down to heal. It would take a full day or two for the stomach and liver to return to the state they were accustomed to. I often feel that the mediocre repetition of daily life is more terrifying than the physical discomfort, because several friends always invite me to drink again when I feel better, and no one refuses unless it is absolutely necessary. When they called me over the weekend, I was painting a poster in my office, with paint on my hands, and I was so excited when I answered the call. We met at a barbecue stall next to Love Song Square and ordered a lot of beer.

Erbao is seven years old this year. He can't stay at home or sit on the stool. Whenever he has free time, he wants to run out. He couldn't run very far. At most he could run to the desert in the west, the wasteland in the south, or the reservoir in the east. There is no need to go far, there is not enough for Erbao to play in these places. This place is also strange, no matter which direction you go, there is a road. There are many roads, too many to count. Some are thin, as thin as a thin rope, and some are thick, as thick as a thick rope. Few of these roads have been built. The path of thin rope is made by stepping on it. The road is made of thick ropes, made by wheels. The road in the wilderness is like this. If you walk on the road for a long time, you will find that no matter whether it is a big road or a small road, there is a kind of grass growing on both sides of the road. It is thin and straight, never growing at an angle, and can grow to more than one meter.

Tianyuan Temple is located on the mountainside in the western suburbs. It was built by villagers from all over the country. On the day the temple was inaugurated, the county public security bureau took some people from the criminal police brigade as a precaution, fearing that too many people might cause trouble. Li, the captain of the brigade, looked around and asked, "Where is Cao Sanjiu?" Cao Sanjiu responded continuously: "Coming, coming." He got out of the house. Team Li was annoyed: "Why are you acting like a loach these days? You always like to sneak away!" Several motorcycles drove out of the yard with a bang, and when they left the city, mountains were coming towards them. Look at the green mountains, green waters, sunshine and white clouds. Everyone in the group felt suddenly enlightened. Captain Li lamented: "Damn it, no wonder the residential areas in big cities are developing to the suburbs. People just feel relaxed and comfortable in the wild."

Get up early in the morning and see the old Huizhou Shidai County (in 1965, for the construction of the Taiping Lake Reservoir, the huge old Shidai County was submerged in the deep lake bottom. It is said that when the lake surface is calm and windless, people dive into the water and can still see strips of rocks. Zheng Helin, the head of Tianfang Tea House on Dafudi Street, felt something was wrong. His right eyelid was twitching violently, as if there was a frog hiding in his eyelid. His left eye twitched and his right eye twitched. He rubbed his eyelids and took another sip of Maofeng tea in the lotus leaf pot. The tea was good, but Zheng Helin felt helpless as he tasted it.

A Fei was released after serving his sentence, and with his good girlfriend, he changed his mind and started a new life. He applied for an extra role and was hired by the crew. Can he become Wang Baoqiang's second? Can their love, struggling in poverty, withstand the test? Summer is not even halfway over yet, and my proud stainless steel belly can no longer hold it. That morning, when I had just climbed to the top of the giant advertising stand at the entrance of the highway with my DV on my back, preparing to shoot a perspective video for a real estate company, my belly button felt like it was shot with an arrow. I held on for a few minutes, but I couldn't stand it any longer, so I finally had to get down from the iron frame and go straight to the public toilet across the road.

If you are familiar with the obscure and difficult-to-read "Topological Structure of a Ghost City", Ju Yanze will definitely be familiar with the place of confinement in which he finds himself. As is often said, reality already exists in books, and many times we don't actually live in reality but in texts. The beginning of the book reads: The first thing that shocks people is the height of the walls; those walls are so high, all white, and appear to be extremely tall compared with the human body, making it unnecessary to ask the question: Does it have a ceiling or not? Ju Yanze is not familiar with that book, but that does not mean that intertextuality does not exist. If I am familiar with the book and Ju Yanze tells me about it, the intertextuality has been established.

The Palace of the Sun was, and is, a not-so-famous place in Beijing. Sometimes my mother would take me to stay at Taiyang Palace for two days. Taiyang Palace was in the countryside, and it took half a day to take a tricycle out of Dongzhimen. The best time to go to the Sun Palace is late summer and early autumn. The weather gradually turns cooler in the morning and evening, and various fruits begin to go off the market. The climate is neither cold nor hot. It is a season for people to play and eat. I like this season. Taiyang Palace was also the beginning of my contact with the countryside. From here, I learned what "countryside" is, what is retting manure, watering the ground, weeding, and tipping. Even after the "Cultural Revolution", I went to the countryside to join the queue and looked at the rivers and canals in other places. The yellow dog Baiyang didn't feel unfamiliar.

My family has a courtyard from the landlord era. There used to be dozens of people living in the courtyard, but now only my father is left. 1. My family has a courtyard built in the landlord era. There used to be dozens of people living in the courtyard, but now only my father is left. Every morning, the first thing my father did was sit on the threshold, smoking and looking into the distance. He seemed to have lost sight of the entire village and the entire mountain. There used to be magpies chirping on the roof, but such good news has become less and less common, so the magpies have disappeared and been replaced by the ominous crows. My village is called Tarping, and it belongs to Yujiahe Town, Danfeng County, east of the Qinling Mountains in Shaanxi Province. This village is so inconspicuous that not only can you not find it on the map, but you can't find it in any classics.

Yang Chengyu, born in 1981, currently lives in Shanghai and works at Oxford University Press. It was raining, so he found a seat by the window and ordered a cup of tea in a corner of this bookstore. He was a little tired from walking. It was time to go to work, so he found a small excuse to go out to do something and hurriedly got off the subway. He hurried to the ground and hurriedly walked through the most prosperous section of the city. The beautiful fabrics, metal and plastic limbs in the window did not capture his desire. The model on the huge advertising sign had a face so delicate that it was desperate, smiling brightly at the whole world, including him and the air. Oh, the Chinese New Year is coming soon. He seemed to be awakened by this iron smile, and he had some thoughts of his own. He felt a little cold, which meant that at least the warmth was still in his arms.

Ghosts are born, but I don't know their names. I was born in 1969. I suddenly suffered a catastrophe at the age of 20. I lost my mind and body. I was sent to a hospital in the suburbs of Beijing. The days and months passed by for eighteen years. He likes to talk about ghosts and talk too wildly, which is not tolerated in the world. Fortunately, he has recovered and is now entering the business world, with a promising future. I studied his medical records and fell in love with his words about his strange powers and confusing gods. A gentleman would not do this, but peace and prosperity can also be spent forever. Therefore, following the example of the forefathers, it was compiled into "Taiping Ghost Records". One of my close friends, a senior master, turned out to be blind. The master never told me this. It is said that the top figures in our field are all blind, such as Shi Kuang, who left more stories than music scores. It is said that without eyes, you can eliminate external interference, your ears will be sharper, and your fingertips will be more flexible. But I think this is all nonsense.

One morning in late autumn, Chen Jun walked up the pine wood stairs to the dormitory of his colleague Yang Cheng. This is a riverside loft, now empty. I remember that when Chen Jun and Yang Cheng first came to this school two months ago, the big maple tree at the school gate was still full of green leaves and covered with pavilions. But now a cold wind blew, and a few leaves actually fell off. This is the first time that Chen Jun has climbed into this attic in two months. Its uniqueness exceeds Chen Jun's imagination. Chen Jun has been in Bailu Town for several years. He has stayed in many schools and experienced strange things about rural dormitories. For example, the town central primary school was originally an ancestral hall, and the teachers' dormitory was an annex to the ancestral hall, which was used as a storage building for family weddings and weddings. The walls are wood paneled and are not suitable for married teachers due to poor sound insulation.

After breakfast, Cheng Liduan, a bricklayer from Chengjiaban, went to Yanqiao Town to do two things: one was to order songs, and the other was to withdraw money. The bus station is located at the gate of the township government. When Li Duan arrived at the station, the previous bus had just left. There were quite a few private "Boom Boom Boom" tricycles and "Andal" cars produced in the region, circling around the station like dogs, entertaining passengers. "Go to Yanqiao, go to Yanqiao, get on the bus!" As people pass by, these "Boom Boom Boom" and "Andal" automatically slow down and greet them warmly. Li Duan ignored it. "Andal" was too expensive, and the "boom-boom-boom" bumps would kill people, so he was ready to wait for the next train. "Is this Master Cheng, going to town?" A tall and powerful "Chunlan Leopard" screeched to a stop beside Li Duan. The man driving the car took off his sunglasses, and there was a scary scar between his eyebrows.

The moonlight after the summer solstice shines through the window lattice and floats on the pit one by one. Tian Laiyuan, a private teacher, turned over, his face suddenly distorted. In Tian Laiyuan's view, this night was very unusual. The difficult days seemed to twist the waist, and finally there was a turning point in the dream. Things have a new direction of growth. Tian Laiyu's dream ended with a sigh. A sigh suddenly came from the darkness. Even in a dream, the sound was real. Tianlai heard it. A gentle sigh was soft and long, like a length of aged hemp rope, which poked its head out from the depths of the dream and wound around his neck gracefully. So he yelled. He probably felt that he had escaped from the suffocating darkness, so he put his hands down from his neck and groped for the light cord that was held up by a pillow. With a sudden click, he pulled panicked and all the light cords broke.

I remember when I was a female soldier in the army, I read a short foreign story with only a few sentences from an old magazine with no cover and rolled pages: the protagonist of the story is a company employee. When he came home from get off work that day, he found that the child next door was digging a big hole in his yard. The little boy said to him, I know tomorrow is your birthday, and I also know that your wife wants to give you a tree as a birthday gift. I also want to give you a gift, but I am very poor and I have no money to buy a gift for you. This tree pit is my gift to you. The clerk was deeply moved by the child's behavior. Speaking of which, this is already an old story, but it is deeply remembered in my heart and will never be forgotten.

Every morning before the arrival of the old gardener, Wen Jieyu came to the garden and took a walk around the rose flower bed. Round and round, the corduroy shoes walked silently. They were handmade shoes that were common among people in small towns at that time - cheap, soft, and light, and they were in perfect contrast with the leather shoes with the clicking horseshoes in the bustling city. There is some mist and the air is very fresh. At that time, the sky was only dimly lit, and the last few blue stars were still twinkling overhead. The station was deserted. Jieyu couldn't help but reach out and pick a rose flower. A few drops of dew rolled down the red petals. Dew flowed down the back of her hands and into her cuffs, and Jieyu felt cold. I sniffed my nose, and a refreshing fragrance penetrated my nostrils and penetrated my heart. Jieyu wished she could take a bite of the flower in front of her nose. Wen Jieyu lives near the station, a long-distance bus station located in the suburbs.

Record some past events and remember unforgettable friends. Thoughts are constantly updated and answers are often revised. Qian Hai does not look handsome, but his demeanor is very similar to Brosnan, the international movie star who is famous for his handsomeness. Among Yu Xuan's classmates, Qian Hai was the first to make a fortune and the first to pass away. When he first met Qian Hai, Yu Xuan never imagined that they would become friends. At that time, he even felt a little disgusted with Qian Hai. When Qian Hai passed away, he was the only one among his college classmates who went to his hometown to pay his funeral. Qian Hai's last phone call before his death was also made to Yu Xuan. Their first collaboration was in school. That year Yu Xuan published a novel in May, a famous literary magazine in the city. This is definitely a shocking event among classmates. Qian Hai is also working hard to write novels and scripts, but has no published works, which makes him feel jealous.

Lim Cheol-woo was born in Wando, Jeonnam, South Korea in 1954. Graduated from the English Department of Chonnam University, received a master's degree from the English Department of Sogang University and a doctorate from Chonnam University. In 1981, his novel "Liar Dog" was selected into the "New Year Literature and Art" of "Seoul News" and entered the literary world. His major works include "Their Morning", "The Wind in the Backyard", "Shaping Station", "Father's Land", "Bitter Head Games", "Come Together" and the novel "Spring". Most of his works explore people's absolute consciousness of existence by writing about the distorted truth of reality. Won the "Lixiang Literary Award". He is currently a professor in the Department of Literary Creation at Hanshen University.

The school has not arranged any classes for Cai Xuehong next semester. There is news that if Cai Xuehong still cannot adjust well within the year, the school will consider transferring a teacher from a neighboring school to take over her class in the spring. There are always many people who want to enter Hong Kong every year. Cai Xuehong may be assigned to manage the lawn in front of the school gate. This has almost become an established fact that has not yet been implemented, because everyone can see that Cai Xuehong is afraid of going to class. When the bell rings, no matter whether there is her class or not, no matter what she is doing, her whole body will tremble. Sometimes she fell asleep while lying on her desk, and the first look in her eyes when she was woken up by the ringing sound was like seeing a ghost. Straight, numb, and indescribably frightened, one time Liang Shuang happened to come in and felt a little sad when he saw it.

Recently, Liu Weiming has been sharpening a soft knife in his head. Liu Weiming, general manager of the sales department of Xinfeng Communications Co., Ltd., And his assistant Dui went to see a Chinese-style courtyard for sale. That house is really exciting. The community where it is located is surrounded by golf courses on three sides and is green. The golf course has 18 holes and 16 holes respectively. At a glance, the view is broad and refreshing. The community is full of villas, single-family buildings of different shapes, scattered on large and small hillsides with swaying trees and rich flowers and plants; surrounded by long rivers and corridors, small bridges and flowing water complement each other. The Chinese-style courtyard that Liu Weiming looked at has two large courtyards at the front and back. The courtyard walls are high and the privacy is obviously much better than that of a Western-style villa. Looking at it, Ah-Dai was excited, and Liu Weiming was also excited.

Goudan fills a glass of wine and respects his parents first. I won't go home to spend the New Year with them this year. Please forgive my son for his unfilial piety. When the son goes out to explore the world, he just wants to make some money, live a better life, and then marry a wife and have children to honor them. Goudan filled another cup and offered "peach blossom" to her, wishing her happiness and a prosperous life. Goudan filled another cup and toasted "Chrysanthemum and Maodan", wishing them a prosperous business and an early marriage. Goudan filled another cup and toasted "Xinghua and Tiedan", wishing them good luck in settling their accounts and a speedy return. ... Goudan was a little drunk, and he looked towards the sea in the distance. A light mist rose from the river. The sea breeze blows, occasionally accompanied by a "wuwu" whistle, which adds to Goudan's desolation and loneliness. The lights of the ships floating on the sea flickered on and off. Goudan thought, this boat lantern is a bit like life.

Spring Grass tells the story of the struggle of an ordinary rural woman. In an era of change, in whose hands is man's destiny really in his hands? Chun Cao answered this question with her own youthful attitude and hard work. No matter how many dangers and difficulties there are on the road of struggle, she will go on firmly. What is valuable about her is that she wants to be the master of her own destiny.

This is a sad and tragic secret history of a "mixed-race" family: a beautiful Hui woman married two Han men one after another, and two generations of one family staged a drama of misfortunes and love-breaks in the heavy plains of eastern Henan, the birthplace of Chinese ancestors. The novel abandons the clichés that reflect the theme of joint ventures, and cuts through it from a novel and tricky perspective. It cleverly connects characters who grew up in different environments and had different destinies. In addition, it expands the exploration of the history of Chinese civilization and outlines the local customs and customs, all of which constitute distinctive artistic features.

Fangzhi moved her mouth, but still made no sound. She was not used to resisting, and she was used to obeying, but she felt somewhat uncomfortable. Yun Ma kept Bao Chun away from them, as if she and Tao Hao were both the culprits. She just didn't want to think about who tied her up with that thing. Yun Ma must have thought that it was her, Fangzhi, who seduced Ye Hanming, so she used this to punish her. But this move was too cruel, and it would make her suffer forever, perhaps until she grows old or even dies.

At dawn on May 8, 1923, someone knocked hurriedly on the door of the Zaozhuang Town Post Office. "Who is it?" The light inside turned on. "I, open the door!" The voice outside was fierce. "What do you want to do?" "Deliver the letter." "Won't you wait for dawn?" "Don't be wordy, open the door and see who the uncle is!" The person on the night shift was an unemployed trainee named Liu Mingli. Shaking, he slipped off the counter that served as a bed and walked toward the door. Suddenly, a piece of the window covering was ripped off. Who is so presumptuous? He was a little annoyed and was about to have an attack when he suddenly saw an unshaven face and a black muzzle reflected on the window glass.

All this is to tell people that the world used to be like this and history used to be like this. If our kind eyes cannot see all this, the future world and future history will reappear like this. --Author 1 Wang Hongzhang stood upright in front of a rectangular table, and the cigarette ashes in his hand fell on the table. After accepting some instructions from Li Changpu, commander of the newly formed 22nd Army of the National Revolutionary Army, he said: "Yes." It was not very loud, and it could be heard that he accepted it with some reluctance. He swallowed the saliva in his mouth, and his large throat slid up and down. He didn't sit down immediately, thinking to himself, Li Changpu, don't you sincerely want me to die? Do you want my wife to be a widow? The room was very quiet, filled with the dry and choking smell of tobacco grown in the land of northern Anhui. The two female confidential officers sitting behind them coughed softly from time to time.

In the small Taoyuan Town under the jurisdiction of Zhifu Mansion, there is actually a "diner" like Mr. Tao Wu. Wuye's big number Lianji means continuous auspiciousness. The meaning is very good. Mr. Wu's legs seemed to be a little unusually aligned, and he limped when walking. People who didn't respect him called him "Lianji Waizi" and ridiculed him for being unfair. Look, Lianji is limping over.