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A car was driving on a dirt road in the mountains. Ding Gou, who was sitting in the car, couldn't get rid of those eyes. They were a pair of peaceful, peaceful eyes that showed nostalgia for his hometown from time to time. But why did he always feel that these eyes showed a murderous aura? Why are these kind eyes always equated with falcon-like eyes? Is it a hallucination caused by his old age? It seems not. Where did you see this hawk-like look? It seemed like a mark left in a dream, but he repeatedly affirmed in his heart that this look really existed in his life, and it should have been left in his memory during the confrontation between the enemy and ourselves during the war years. It was not a dream, nor was it something he made up out of thin air.

As a leading writer in Jiangsu Province and a very influential female writer in the country, Fan Xiaoqing has been writing non-stop for more than 30 years and has written a large number of socially influential works. "Collected Works of Fan Xiaoqing" is the second collection of his works published. The collection basically covers the essence of the author's novels and novels written over more than 30 years. Fan Xiaoqing is indeed a writer who has insight into the secrets of life. This may seem like a simple statement, but it actually sets a very high standard. She has written many novels about the south of the Yangtze River, alleys, ancient cities, and daily life. Her writing is dilute and quiet. This is the unique literary realm that Fan Xiaoqing wants to express. This volume is "Lao'an": there is no messy pile of trivial matters, but I would rather be wrapped up in the logic of the human heart, share the unpredictable difficulties with ordinary people's lives, and find the refuge of the heart. Fan Xiaoqing, female, from Suzhou, Jiangsu. In 1978, he was admitted to the Chinese Department of Soochow University. After graduating in 1982, he stayed at the school and taught literary theory. In 1985, he was transferred to the Jiangsu Provincial Writers Association to engage in professional creation. He is currently the Chairman and Party Secretary of the Jiangsu Provincial Writers Association, and a member of the National Committee of the Chinese Writers Association. He has published literary works since 1980, mainly writing novels. He has published 17 novels, nearly 300 short stories, and more than 100 episodes of TV series. His representative works include: novels "Lesbians" and "Barefoot Doctor Wan Quanhe", short and medium-length novels "A Brief History of Urban and Rural Affairs", "We Are All in the Service Area", "Marrying into a Rich Family", TV series "The Fei Family Has a Daughter", "Cadre", etc.

One day in March 1997, the White House Secret Service called me and asked me to go to the Old Executive Building of the White House to apply for a press pass. I was particularly excited because it is not easy to apply for a White House press card. Many Chinese journalists who have worked in Washington for three or four years cannot get this small card. And I had only arrived in the United States for two months. I still don't know why I am so "lucky". With it, I can often visit the White House. Gradually I became aware of many of the stories from the White House Press Room.

Our son was born in my hometown of Hunan in December 1977. He followed us to live in Guangzhou when he was 3 years old. At the age of 7, he entered the primary school attached to the Agricultural College where I worked. At the age of 8, he participated in the Chinese Young Pioneers and wore a red scarf. When he was 9 years old, he immigrated to Australia with us and his wife, and his life began to sail smoothly. When he first entered Australia, he did not know a single English letter. His Australian education made him a surgeon who works conscientiously to serve patients in Australian hospitals today. When it comes to my son's growth, I naturally think of education in Australia. I am a person who grew up in traditional education in China. Although I have never been engaged in education, I have an undeniable identification with the Chinese education method. After immigrating to Australia, as my son received more than ten years of long education from elementary school, middle school to university, and later including the surgical specialist training after graduating from medical school, I gradually saw the difference between the Western education system and the Chinese education system, and gradually accepted and understood the Western education model. In the past ten years, I have returned to China again and once again saw that the education we received when we were children is still going on to some extent. This makes me feel that in terms of the overall development of children's body and mind, China's education system and methods do need to learn from the West.

Lao Sun is not old, he may be only fifty years old, he may be in his early forties, or he may even be only thirty years old. However, people in the martial arts community insisted on adding the word "" before his last name, so everyone who knew Lao Sun followed the crowd, and everyone called him "Lao Sun" all the way. When Lao Sun first came into the world, he would always be stunned subconsciously when people called him Lao Sun. So many years later, when everyone talked about Lao Sun, they all agreed that there was suspense about Lao Sun's age. They continued to talk about him, and felt that his surname was also very suspicious. It was very likely that Lao Sun was not named "Sun". But discussing all this now will soon be meaningless. For Lao Sun, who is about to disappear, he will appear in everyone's mouth again in the future, just as boring gossip after drinking. With the slim smoke after toasting each other, Lao Sun will also ride on a puff of white smoke, and he will drift away gently in an instant without leaving any trace.

"Second wife" is a term that is absent from modern Chinese dictionaries but has become familiar in the past decade or so. It has become a growing cancer in our real society. "Secret wife" undoubtedly reminds people of men and women, money and sex transactions, especially the fate of women. Are the mistresses happy? How did they become mistresses? Why are they mistresses? Is there no other way for them to go? Should people blame men or women? How should society deal with such ugly phenomena? ... With this series of questions, the author of this article, a female journalist, changed her name and disguised herself as a down-and-out woman, and made a secret visit to the "mistress village" by the Shenzhen river. Over a period of 60 days, she revealed the heart-wrenching inside story and inner truth of mistresses' lives - in the Pearl River Delta, Guangzhou, Shenzhen, Dongguan and other places, the phenomenon of "mistresses" is becoming increasingly serious.

At almost ten o'clock in the night, the phone rang suddenly. According to Da Peng's experience, generally any phone that rings after nine o'clock in the evening is not a good thing. For example, it rang when Da Peng's mother had a heart attack, when the leader temporarily asked Da Peng to revise meeting materials, and when his father-in-law had a heart attack, but he was not rescued that time. The most annoying thing is that a lunatic called Da Peng at 10:30 in the evening and forced Da Peng to hand over his wife. If he didn't, he would kill him! In short, the phone ringing at night seems to be transformed from the night itself, full of ominousness. Da Peng picked up the phone. Fortunately, it was his cousin Shitou. Da Peng went to other provinces for training for several months before returning. He hadn't contacted him for a while.

Before Wang Laowai could finish speaking, Liu Renga jerked him away and fell from the stool to the ground. His arms, legs, body, and head were stiff, his eyes were closed, and he was unconscious, like a cut off cabbage that had been hit by frost in late autumn. It stood there in the sun. Da Ya, who was sitting on his father's lap, rolled down beside him, crying loudly. It was only a full moon before his daughter-in-law Jin Mei put down her arms. The baby jumped down to the ground, shook the man, and called repeatedly: "Old bump, old bump..." Wang Lao Wai pinched Liu Ren hard, and the eldest son ran out of the house and called his grandma... In two or three minutes, the honest and useless man who couldn't fart with ten poles slowly woke up with an "ah" and saw himself lying on the floor of the house. His wife and Wang Lao Wai looked frightened and asked, "What happened to me?" Why am I so tired? It feels like I have been carrying a sack all day. Wang Laowai and Jin Mei helped Liu Ren onto the kang, and Jin Mei went to pick up the child.

Wu Yeping made an appointment to meet with Lin Zhong. The location is still the tea restaurant owned by Hong Kong people near his home. Two substantive issues were discussed. First, Wu Yeping returned the "mortgage agreement" in person, and second, Wu Yeping voluntarily requested to resign as the legal representative and chairman of Debon Company. The condition is that Lin Zhong guarantees that Wu Yeping's total dividends and interest will not be less than 2% of his actual investment amount every month. At the end of the year, some bonuses will be given as appropriate based on the actual operating conditions of the company. He doesn't care if the business doesn't work well and he doesn't get bonuses. But Wu Yeping knew that Lin Zhong was a face-saving person and would not admit that he was "not doing well", so Wu Yeping believed that the year-end bonus would be somewhat good. Lin Zhong showed no surprise or surprise, as if all this was expected by him. While diligently refilling Wu Yeping's tea, he said calmly, "I listen to my elder brother. I will do whatever my elder brother says."

The village is located at the foot of the mountain, and banyan trees grow at the tail of the village. The village is a century-old village, and the banyan tree is an ancient banyan tree that is hundreds of years old. Yao Qinai is also over seventy years old. Yao Qinai, who is in her seventies, sat under the banyan tree and picked the beans one by one on the bamboo strips. The beans were fat cowpeas. Yao Qinai picked cowpeas to prepare glutinous rice dumplings. Yao Qinai's big-eared pig named Heizi seemed to know that Yao Qinai wanted to steam glutinous rice dumplings. It lazily stood up, walked slowly and elegantly to the wooden fence, stuck half of its head out of the gap, and snorted coquettishly at Yao Qinai. When Yao Qinai saw Heizi, she shouted into the house: Cao Nizi... Cao Nizi came out. Cao Nizi wears colorful flowers on her head. At first glance, you can tell that the flower has just been picked from the wild, and it still has the moisture and fragrance of dewdrops.

What Yang Dingxin didn't expect was that November 8th was neither a holiday nor a Sunday, but his fate would undergo a major change on this day. Originally, early in the morning, after Yang Dingxin drove his son, who had just entered high school, to school, he went straight to his work, which was the headquarters of a state-owned group company affiliated with the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission. After years of hard work, Yang Dingxin is already the director of the company's planning department. The group company has more than a dozen large-scale state-owned enterprises with independent legal personality, which are distributed across the country. Although times have changed and some of them have reached a difficult situation, the overall situation of the group company is still on the good side. Therefore, Yang Dingxin has never felt much pressure in work and life. On the contrary, he always felt that he was going smoothly. In other words, he was quite satisfied with his current situation.

It was raining hard and it was completely dark. The meeting in the small conference room of Taofeng Locomotive Depot did not end. The meeting was personally presided over by Duan Chang Tang Tianmin. All members of the Duan Party Committee were present at the meeting. Also present were a few Zhuge Liang-like figures who would only show up when faced with troublesome problems. The air in the conference room was very humid, and water was still dripping from the tips of several committee members' hair. I don't know whether it was because of the heavy rain, or because they ran too fast when they came to the meeting. It was difficult to tell whether those falling to the ground and breaking into pieces were raindrops or beads of sweat. Meetings like this, held in the rain near the end of get off work, are only held when a major traffic accident occurs within the Taofeng Locomotive Depot. However, the importance of this meeting is no less important than the fight between two locomotives. The reason for the meeting was that Duan's diversified operating company had just been defrauded of half a million yuan.

As the saying goes, we were one family five hundred years ago. The Sun clan in Lu'an Town, Gaoyou City, Jiangsu Province, and the Wu clan in Majiazhai, Shuiwei Town, Cengong County, Guizhou Province, have the same ancestor - Wu Sangui more than 300 years ago. His eleventh generation grandson, Wu Zhongguo, was born in 1901. He is two meters tall, has long eyebrows, a broad forehead, a straight nose, a square mouth, and extraordinary physical strength. There was no difference when he was a child. He often went to Lion Rock to play with his brother Wu Qingnian. They browsed the Gaoyou Wu family history passed down secretly by their fathers, anecdotes about ancestors such as Wu Sangui and Chen Yuanyuan, and secret folk recipes passed down from family to family. After the founding of the Republic of China, the Wu people in Majiazhai were convinced that the Han people would never lose their world to the Qing Dynasty again. Therefore, many people hung up portraits of Wu Sangui in the nave of their homes and placed them on memorial tablets with the words "Lotus throne of Duke Wu Xian" written on them. This is the same practice as the Wu clan in Lu'an Town, Gaoyou, Jiangsu Province, thousands of miles away.

A classic old song suddenly sounded in the huge conference room, causing many people to raise their heads in surprise, looking for the source of the sound. Even Zeng Yiming seemed to be looking for it. However, only a moment later, he suddenly realized that it was his cell phone that rang at an inappropriate time.

Butterflies, flying from the west. Hundreds of Zhuangzhou flew towards me. This is a wonder that I have never booked. I can't afford the down payment. My money has been pouring out like a waterfall for growth. In the world, only Zhuang Zhou can help each other freely with butterflies. But, here it comes. Not a single butterfly came to me in advance to collect customs, visit incense, report news, or complain about spirits. Nor is there a wild flower for its special invitation. But, here they come. They just flew over with all kinds of amazing sounds. Certainly not in passing - they come at just the right time. At this time, I left the house cleansed, not burdened with an inch of lovesickness, the whole courtyard was filled with beauty, and I was the master. The sun makes my scalp itchy, like little scent-stealing bugs that have lost their way in the roots of my hair, longing for the wind to blow it. The fragrance of flowers and the buzzing were mixed together, and the buzzing could not penetrate the fragrance of flowers.

Located in the Huizhou area of ​​southern Anhui Province, surrounded by mountains and green waters, the ancient residence of the C family has gone through more than a hundred years of vicissitudes and is still majestic and shining. According to local chronicles, Xiuning County in this area has produced seventeen top scholars, so it has a profound cultural heritage. The villagers respect knowledge and take pride in reading. Even the children from farm families mostly attended private schools for two or three years. But behind the flowers, it's not all singing and laughter. When I was a child, my mother took me by the hand and went to the fourth room to visit an elder who was nearly sixty years old - my fourth uncle. Although we are not directly related to her, according to seniority in the big family, I am her granddaughter. I don't know when she started living alone in the deep courtyard. We stepped into the threshold of her home and saw her holding the pipa in her arms and playing the ancient song "Autumn in the Han Palace".

This is a small town, a small town on the Loess Plateau. There is only one main street in the town, and the nearby villagers rely entirely on this street for their oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. There is a small inn at the east end of the main street. Most of the merchants who come and go stay here, but the small inn is considered big in this town. The streets were deserted at noon, there was no wind in the air, and the dust and smoke were turbulent, reflecting patches of white light. In the small inn, several foreign businessmen were sitting around a table, shouting and eating. The dining room is not very big, with only three or four tables. There is a low wall inside. Behind the low wall is the kitchen, and you can see clearly inside. I saw a large pot standing on the stove with steam rising. Next to it stood a lean man with a white apron on his waist. His left shoulder was holding a wooden board. On the wooden board was a ball of white flour. The man held the board with his left hand and used a tile knife in his right hand to quickly cut back and forth on the dough.

The night falls, covering the city like a thick plastic bag. After closing the stall, Ma Wu did not go home, but turned to Zhengyi Street. He was greedy for haggis. Haggis is the most famous snack in Picheng. Although Ma Wu is not from Picheng, he enjoys it as much as most people in Picheng. Of course, you don't have to eat it every day. The price of mutton is soaring, and haggis is not far behind. You can't afford it every day. Ma Wu eats it once a week, and on some special days, I take the opportunity to treat myself. There was nothing special about that night, Ma Wu was just greedy. If I have to find something unusual, it's just that I earned 100 yuan more than usual. Also, Zhao Yuqin, who returned to his hometown, is back. You don't have to pinch your fingers to figure it out. She has been gone for 11 days, which can be regarded as a reunion after a long separation.

Under the slope of a peach grove, there are layers of green wheat fields. Occasionally, there is a field of rapeseed sandwiched in the field. The orange-yellow flowers are bright and brilliant. The small river was covered by fields, leaving only a few sections of the snake's body. Under the setting sun, there are sparkling waves in the former section of the river; in the latter section of the river, the reflection of the small bridge looks like a green dragon lying in the clear water. On the other side of the river, at the corner of the mulberry forest, there are more than a dozen households, with tall poplar trees in front of each door. The cow tied next to the tree stared at the human eyes and the cow's eyes on the poplar pole, regurgitating old and new stories in its belly, and occasionally let out a long moo, announcing that the story had reached its climax. On the earth cliff, the chickens can perch on the paulownia branches in the courtyard as soon as they spread their wings. Bouquets of pink, white, and purple flowers all rushed into their chests. As if they were so excited, they mistakenly regarded the infinite sunset as the morning light. Before the sun set, they screamed like phoenixes and phoenixes.

On the afternoon of the 26th of the twelfth lunar month of that year, Li Muxian went back to his hometown of Xilizhuang in the snow. The snow is not falling too heavily, but the snowflakes are not small. They are dancing and dancing, a bit naughty and a bit festive. As the saying goes, auspicious snow heralds a good year. There hasn't been a single snowfall all winter, and if it doesn't snow yet, it seems unreasonable anyway. The coal mine where Li Muchi works is more than 30 miles away from his hometown. Li Muchi usually likes to go back by bicycle. It takes more than an hour, and it can save a lot of trouble. For example, you can only take a bus from the coal mine to the county seat, and you can only walk the remaining five or six miles. If Li Muxian's feet were in good condition, he would be able to walk without much trouble, but his right ankle suffered a work-related injury in a coal mine many years ago, which eventually affected his legs and left him with a limp. Li Muxian only went back to his hometown occasionally, and he didn't want the villagers to see him looking lame.

Dabo Pu Dianjun was one of the few Sichuan people who first knew that the imperial court would implement the policy of state-owned railways. He was in Beijing on the day the edict was issued. As the Speaker of the Sichuan Consultative Bureau, Pu Dianjun came to Beijing with Deputy Speaker Xiao Xiang to attend an important meeting. The external name of this meeting is the Second Federation of Provincial Consultative Bureaus, but it is actually a party-forming meeting.

Less than half a year after being transferred to the corps, Tang Hansheng noticed that he had gray hair. He didn't know many people here, and there was no one he could openly talk to, so he often felt panicked because of this. He firmly remembered Yang Ling's words, you are now a cadre of the agency and you must be cautious in everything. Sometimes, he even feels that going to the toilet is a relief. As soon as he locks the door, the whole world is shut out. If there is no one else around, Tang Hansheng likes to wash his hands slowly in front of the mirror, look at himself steadily, and let his inner peace last a little longer. Before his hands were washed, Tang Hansheng heard the phone ringing from the office. He pulled off a paper towel to dry his hands and strode back to the office. Looking at the monitor, it's Vice Minister Bai Zhongren. "Deputy Minister Bai, this is Tang Hansheng." "Please come to my office."

At noon, after dinner, Zhuzi saw that there was no one in the cafeteria and couldn't help but let out a long sigh, his stomach was still empty. Thinking of what the dean said in the morning, Zhu Zhu shuddered and felt a little panicked. This morning, students in each class who had not paid their tuition fees met in the large lecture hall. The dean announced the college's decision: in the future, students who do not pay their fees on time will retain their student status and will not be registered. When will they pay their fees and when will they register. It's almost the end of the term, and my family hasn't sent the tuition yet. Zhuzi was very anxious, and several whiteheads appeared at the corners of his mouth. Zhuzi's father, Li Baibai, has been working for the Western Group for almost five years. In addition to turning the family's thatched roof into small green tiles, all the money he earned was used to pay Zhuzi's schooling fees last year.

Sword and courage - Wang Ronghua Liu Bocheng In mid-June 1935, the Fourth Red Army successfully met in Maogong, and the Party Central Committee sent a delegation to express condolences to the officers and soldiers. Early in the morning, government officials and soldiers lined the streets to welcome the central delegation. In the queue, there was 18-year-old Wang Ronghua. At this time, Wang Ronghua had four years of military service. Wang Ronghua was born in 1917 in an ordinary farm family in Haojiaji, Lu'an County, Anhui Province.

When the meeting was announced, everyone stood up and the door to the conference room on the fourth floor instantly became narrow. Nearly a hundred heads of secondary colleges and departments at Xitang University were like a group of hungry sheep rushing out of the pen, rushing out of the door and heading for the pasture. Each of them was flushed with excitement, holding in their hands a large 32K black imitation leather record book specially made by the school, and crowded in the dark and long corridor while talking. Then, some people crowded towards the elevator entrance, while some people quickly walked towards the stairs, going up or down. Their emotions were guided by the theme of the meeting just now, and each of them had different expressions in their tone. Some were relatively relaxed, some were heavier, and of course some were calm or even indifferent. It all shows on their faces.

The novel "Snowy Boat" takes Zhou Xiang, an ordinary soldier from the literary and art propaganda team as the main line, and narrates the story of the early 1950s, when the local government organized farmers and herdsmen to rush to transport materials to the road construction troops in order to build the Bomei section of the Kangzang Highway, so that it could be opened to traffic as soon as possible. The novel presents a huge social group, including Zongben (county chief), living Buddhas, and ordinary Tibetan people. The exquisite carvings of ordinary Tibetan people truly reflect the social landscape of Tibet at that time and the hardships of life of the lower class, as well as their resignation to oppression, their panic towards the powerful, and their desire for the new life to come. At the same time, it depicts the People's Liberation Army's spirit and noble qualities of working hard day and night and having the courage to sacrifice for the Tibetan people to live a better life as soon as possible. The author also presents Tibet's unique natural and cultural landscapes to readers, making this novel rich in Tibetan cultural heritage.

Zeng Jian, born in Hong'an, Hubei Province in 1972, joined the army in 1990 and has appeared in "Youth", "Excalibur", "The Great Wall", "Yalu River", "PLA Literature", "Youth Literature", "Northwest Military Literature", "Southwest Military Literature" Some of his works have published more than 800,000 words of short stories and short stories in newspapers and magazines such as "Writer's Digest", "Selected Novels", "Selected Novellas", "Selected Novels", "Youth Expo" and other selected works, and have won the Hubei Writers Association's National Poetry Award First prize in the essay competition, second prize in the Army's "Under the Three Represents" essay competition, "Youth" Readers' Favorite Literature Award, "Yalu River" Literature Award, the Army's "Excellent Military Works" Short Story Award, "PLA Literature and Art" New Work Award and other military and internal literary awards. He graduated from the Army Young Writers Training Course at the PLA Art Academy, the Liaoning Institute of Literature's Emerging Writers Class, the Liaoning Writers Association, and the Chinese Prose Society. He is currently the head of the Propaganda Section of a department in western Liaoning, with the rank of major. The mountain road was uneven, so we were crowded on the truck bed and almost got knocked off several times. Our hands clung to the truck body tightly, and we were so nervous that we were covered in sweat.

Zhang Hongwen, who was sitting in the corner of the conference room, felt his stomach was tight, so he stood up without thinking and walked out. At this age, my thinking is mature and I don't speak easily. The prostate is causing trouble. He doesn't speak in conferences or small meetings. The prostate speaks (inflammation) and he doesn't dare to take it lightly. Walk to the WC door, look up and read the sign. You can't go wrong here, otherwise there will be a big scandal. There are cameras everywhere, and everyone can take videos and post online. Even the big names back then were not as powerful as the Internet today. Just post the video on the Internet, and hundreds of thousands and millions of people will follow it, post comments, and even search for human flesh, calling the professor a beast, and we will never stop fighting until your reputation is ruined.

Professor Wu finished the last bite of rice, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and walked to the sofa to sit down. He stuck out his tongue and licked it, and he happened to lick a grain of rice off his lips. He moved the grain of rice to the tip of his tongue and teased it. His tongue kept moving the grain of rice to the tip of his tongue, then to his gums, from left to right, and then from right to left. Small rice grains ran back and forth in Professor Wu's mouth. Gu Yelu collected the dishes on the table and walked into the kitchen. The phone rang, and Gu Yelu quickly came out of the kitchen. Professor Wu glanced at Gu Yelu and felt that her movements were very fast, faster than the rice grain in his mouth. An inexplicable smile flashed across Professor Wu's face. There was no obvious meaning, but he did smile.

The county brigade and the Japanese had an encounter in Liujiakan, and three more soldiers from the county brigade died. Yang Tiehan's platoon lost two comrades in this battle, and Wei Dahe's platoon lost one. After the county brigade withdrew from the battle, they ran to a mountain col. The bodies of the three soldiers were buried in the col. Three very new tombs stand there shockingly. Captain Xiao and Political Commissar Liu organized all the soldiers in the brigade to stand in front of the graves of their three comrades. Captain Xiao said with a choked voice: Let us say goodbye to our comrades. After saying that, he took the lead in raising his hands and saluting the three new graves. Then, everyone raised their hands, dozens of raised arms, like flying birds.

A generation of generals Wang Shusheng and Yang Ju. The two bosses made the final decision, and the card table was moved away to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival in 1944. He Long and Xu Qianqian, who were the deputy commanders of the Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia Border Region at the time, were so happy that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear when they saw Wang Shusheng bringing a pretty, elegant and quiet girl. But no, other people's children were running around, and Wang Shusheng was still an "elderly young man." Looking at the couple in front of them, the two bosses smiled happily. Mr. Xu quickly asked the guards to bring out all the delicious moon cakes and melon seeds, and they talked like long-lost relatives reunited.

This is a legendary story during the Anti-Japanese War. The novel describes the intricate and desperate struggle between the Kuomintang, the Communist Party, the military and the Japanese puppets during the Anti-Japanese War. The enemy finally united in the national spirit and patriotism to resist Japan. The story is complicated and confusing, and the characters are vivid and distinct. It is a novel that is enjoyable to read. That pocket watch is slightly thicker and heavier than ordinary ones. It has a hand-carved silver case, a white enamel dial, and a celluloid dust cover on the back cover. Before getting on the train, Fang Xiwen took it out of his inner pocket and checked the speed with the clock on the platform. The three blue steel hands of different lengths, as always, elegantly harmonize with the rhythm of time, allowing Fang Xiwen's tense nerves to relax a little. The harsh spring cold of 1939 poured into the car more violently from all directions as the wheels started roaring.

In the tenth month of the Lao calendar, just after the Xiaoxue solar term, Tong Guangjian's wife Yang gave birth to a baby girl. Mrs. Yang lay on the quilt and cuddled close to the child, letting her finish the left breast and then the right breast. The small brazier in front of the bed was burning charcoal fire, with a large and empty bamboo strips cover attached to it, baking her daughter's underwear and skirt. Guangjian is about forty-four or five years old, his wife is ten years younger than him, and they have four children. The eldest is seven years old, and the youngest is almost one year old. A gentleman showed Guangjian his fortune and told him that he was destined to have five cubs and two girls.

It started with a man standing on the edge of the top floor of a building. Predictably, he was ready to jump from there. A person will not stand at such a high place and bear the test of risks for no reason. Besides, it was already announced when he appeared. He said, I'm going to jump off the building. He was talking to the people downstairs. Rather, he yelled it. I'm going to jump off the building - he shouted, lest the people below wouldn't notice him. It is said that when he started shouting, no one noticed his presence. He was standing on the top floor of the building. The building has four floors in total. He stood on the top of the fourth floor, and above that was a sky of nothingness and loudness. If he didn't shout loudly, no one would pay attention to him.

Beixi Xi, formerly known as Jia Qiong, is a member of the Shaanxi Provincial Writers Association. Won the 2012 Shaanxi Province "Liu Qing Literature Award" Short Story Newcomer Award. So far, he has published more than two million words of novels, essays, essays, film and television reviews, etc., Which can be seen in publications such as "Flower City", "Mountain Flower", "Yuhua", "Yanhe" and "Novel Monthly". He is the author of the novel "An An's Scream". What's wrong with being short? We respect shortness here. --Wuda University. That's right, Wu Da is the Wu Da, Wu Song's brother. In the early morning, in the faint morning light, Wuhan University began to work. Now there are many cake shops in Wuhan University, but Wuhan University has developed a habit over the years and cannot sleep in.

The first joint-stock private enterprise to be established in Shanghai. This move not only ignited a brilliance in the hot land of Shanghai, but also made the entire land of China restless. The practical significance of daring to be the first in the world at that time and the historical significance in the future have gone far beyond the scope of economics, and its enlightenment and influence are extremely far-reaching. The first private company to list shares. It was the first private enterprise to successfully seize the "Diamond Location" in Shanghai - the Bund Financial District. It invested 457 million yuan and built a financial building with a total area of ​​36,000 square meters. It competed with financial giants from all over the world to be the first beach in China. Its ambition made the world's financial community look at Chinese private enterprises with admiration. The first member of the Communist Party of China to personally donate 10 million to create a charity.

On February 23, 1998, the Shanghai press, which had been unable to create a sensation for a long time, finally broke the silence. On this day, the "Social News Page" of "Liberation Daily" published a reader's letter written by nineteen orphans who were abandoned in Shanghai in the early 1960s. Although the space occupied was extremely limited, it caused a small stir in the entire Shanghai - Comrade Editor: Today, when we write this letter to you, our nineteen heavy hearts only have the last longing. Thirty-five years have passed, and we have entered middle age from crying babies. However, our common life experience is like a huge stone pressing down on every heart that has lost family ties.

In the golden autumn, on the hundreds-meter-long pier, there are forests of colorful flags and clouds of balloons. The gong and drum troupe is waiting in full array. The welcoming crowd gathers around the pier. A huge banner and slogan is hung on a tall building behind the pier: Warmly welcome the triumphant return of the "Star Wheel"! Today is the happy day when the Star Cruises returns from its trial voyage. After rigorous testing and the test of wind and waves, it has proven that the Star Cruises is worthy of being a world-class 10,000-ton cargo ship. This is the third 10,000-ton cargo ship from Oriental Shipyard to enter the world market. The buyer is a well-known shipping company in Hong Kong. The Huangpu River began to rise, and the bright yellow water set off layers of waves. The bright sunshine covered the river with a layer of golden color, as if laying a golden carpet for the giant ship returning from a long voyage.

On the morning of September 15, 1924, Lu Xihou, the president of Citi Tobacco Company, was in his office. A clerk came into the room and delivered a stack of letters as usual. Lu Xihou read them carefully one by one. The envelope of one letter was very wrinkled and dirty, which caught his attention. The company's official correspondence has always been very neat, so how could this letter be so dirty? He took it out to check it out, opened it and read it, and was surprised. This letter was written by Sun Yuzhen, the manager of Citi Tobacco Company's Hangzhou Branch. The content stated that he left the company yesterday to do some work and was kidnapped by two gangsters on his way back. The gangsters asked the company to invest 5,000 yuan and deliver the money to the Hubei Road Post and Telecommunications Office at 7 o'clock tomorrow night and hand it over to the person who took the money in ransom. If detectives were called in, Sun Yuzhen's life would be hard to save.

When the snowball of medical corruption rolled down the mountain, getting bigger and bigger, roaring and hitting the patients, a female doctor stepped forward. She bravely reported to the relevant authorities again and again. In order to collect evidence, she allowed her weak body to be tortured again and again. Over the past nine years, she has fallen into extremely passive situations again and again, and was forced to leave her beloved medical position twice. She still enjoys "worker establishment and farmer treatment" without financial income and "four benefits" such as pension insurance and medical insurance. "Medical device companies make fake products, hospitals use fake products, and doctors provide fake treatments to patients. This has become an unspoken rule. In the medical system, this process is almost a flow chart for all parties to seek benefits," she said. She knew that her opponent was a powerful alliance of interests - wealthy counterfeiters, powerful officials, prestigious experts, and medical staff who were seeking money and harming lives.

When there was a famine, they sold precious fans to satisfy their hunger. In 1961 AD (Xin Chou in the lunar calendar), the land of China suffered from a natural disaster that had not been seen in a century. There was famine in both urban and rural areas, and people fled everywhere. It snowed again in the ancient city. The citizens who had already tightened their belts and struggled to survive were exposed to snow again. They were really hungry and cold and miserable. But one person actually braved the wind and snow and strolled leisurely on the street. This man was in his thirties, neither fat nor thin. He wore a peaked cap, waved a plum blossom folding fan in his hand, and walked towards Huifu Street in the city with splayed legs. The fan was originally used to keep cool in summer, but he actually shook it on a snowy day. This person was either a madman or a monster. This man's name is Gu Sangeng, a fan collector who never leaves his hand all year round. He works as a collector in the city's cultural relics store, specializing in antiques, calligraphy and paintings.

After hesitating for several days, Principal Li Zhongkui knocked on Teacher Zhang Wenguang's door after returning from the county. He planned to find Teacher Zhang, but he kept pushing back and pushing back. He couldn't stand it anymore. "That person" was coming soon, and someone on the street seemed to know about it. When he saw him walking on the street, someone pointed at Principal Li. He bent his fingers to knock on the door, then retracted it, but in the end he stretched it out and knocked. He risked his life. The person who opened the door was not Teacher Zhang, but his son Zhang Yishan. "When did you come back?" Li Zhongkui knew that Zhang Yishan worked at the city TV station. "You came back this afternoon." "It's rare for you to come back. You two, father and son, talk first. I'll come back tomorrow."

Ye Wenling, whose ancestral home is Yuhuan, Zhejiang, was born in Chumen Town. He once served as Chairman of the Zhejiang Provincial Writers Association and Vice Chairman of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles; member of the fifth, sixth and seventh presidium of the Chinese Writers Association; member of the sixth, seventh and eighth National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference; member of the ninth National People's Congress presidium. He is currently the honorary chairman of the Zhejiang Provincial Writers Association, a member of the 10th National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, deputy director of the Cultural and Historical Materials Committee of the Zhejiang Provincial Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, and a part-time professor at Zhejiang University and Zhejiang University of Communication. His representative works include: short stories "Heart Fragrance", "Cane Chair", "Screen", "Feng Shui Here"; novellas "Green Lantern", "Nine Bends of the Stream", "Romantic Dusk", "Night Talk on Turbulent Stream", etc.; Novels "Dreamless Valley", "Parents Official", "The Proud Son of the Sun", "Qiu Jin", "Dunhuang Guardian Saint - Chang Shuhong", "Three Lives of Love", etc. There are more than 40 kinds of works in the collection. Published eight volumes of "Collected Works of Ye Wenling". His novels and prose works have won dozens of awards at home and abroad. "Heart Fragrance" won the National Outstanding Short Story Award, and "Dreamless Valley" won the "Outstanding Achievement Award for Chinese Literary Creation" awarded by the New York Cultural Art Center. There is no doubt that he fell from the window of "Lingxiao Pavilion".

This book takes the Anti-Japanese War as the background and focuses on the ownership of the power of the Ma family Shaoguo boss in Qinghe Town (Duliu Town, Jinghai County, Tianjin City). It describes the internal disputes in the Ma family during the process of deciding that Yu Gener (Ma Liantang) should recognize his ancestor and become the boss, thereby revealing the illegitimate child of the old boss Ma Yongnian and his cousin Guilan. A secret that has been hidden for more than 20 years... In the story, various businessmen, officials and other people with different identities in Qinghe Town seek refuge or support in various forces in order to achieve their own goals. It shows the different mentality of different characters, conflicts and entanglements emerge in endlessly, and unfolds a tragic and vivid legendary picture with twists and turns. The novel takes ordinary people as the main characters, observes the war from the standpoint and values ​​of the people, reflects people's understanding and recognition of the war, and explores the expression and evolution of the nature of human nature under the enslavement of the Japanese army.

Like all of Grandma's stories, they all take place in the past. There was a lonely but industrious young man. When he was working in the field, he found a huge snail lying in a dry ditch. The kind-hearted young man was afraid that the snail would die of thirst, so he took it home and put it in a urn filled with water. One day, a young man who went out to work returned home and unexpectedly found a table of steaming meals. The doors and windows were intact, and the three thatched houses were in full view. There was no one else except himself. Although the young man was full of suspicion, he was so hungry that he couldn't care much. He would fill his stomach first.

After the last class on Friday, when Ding Linghui, a second-grade female student, was packing up books and stationery, a piece of flowery paper stuck in the lid of a tin pencil box caught her attention. It was a calendar with monkeys on it that she had cut out from advertising paper. The Friday circled in red pencil is my brother Lingxing's birthday. Her mother had long told her to remember this day for her mother and buy some dough for her brother. Thinking that her mother would bring a lot of delicious food from the restaurant where she worked, and thinking of the family reunion, Linghui's young face lit up with joy. She carefully lifted up the floral paper, took out the flat 1 yuan and 50 cents that she had prepared long ago, and hurried to the market. A little person who is used to being looked down upon and scolded by others cannot stand the favor and praise. The situation of 14-year-old girl Ding Linghui is even more like this.

Trees, like people, will laugh when they are happy. Of course, there are times when the tree is unhappy or even sad. At this time, the tree will also cry. When the tree laughs, it needs the encouragement of the wind, but when it cries, it needs the help of the rain. Wind and rain are temperamental, and they know the joy and sorrow of trees best... This is Feng Juqi. He considers himself a cultural man, and he also harbors an immortal literary dream. When he has time, he writes a short prose of a thousand words and sends it to me, asking me to find a way to turn it into type in a newspaper. I have to admit that Feng Juqi's writing is good, and the short prose he writes is very interesting. The first few sentences I used are just a copy of the words he sent me in recent days, and I sent him the supplement of "Chencang Evening News".

This story takes place in 1974. That year was an unusual era of water conservancy construction for a small city in southern China. In the past two years, this area suffered from the worst drought in a century. In order to divert water to irrigate millions of acres of farmland, people focused all their attention on the small river next to the city. The small river is a first-class tributary of the Yangtze River and has a nice name called Huangbai River. People first built a channel along the creek, and two years later built a dam on the creek. As a result, countless teams of migrant workers set out from their hometowns, with militia companies as the most basic units, carrying red flags, carrying bed rolls, food, and working tools, and marched toward Huangbai River in a mighty manner.

The first time I heard the name Shaker, I thought it was strange. Why did her parents give their daughter such a strange name. Later, I heard that her parents worked in the United Kingdom and the United States, and then I realized that Thatcher must be derived from the English name Thatcher. Her parents hoped that their children would become someone like Margaret Thatcher, the Iron Lady of Britain. Rachel grew up in a kindergarten in suburban Washington, but her English is said to have been forgotten. A business friend of mine wanted to bring her to see me because her mother was worried about her future. Needless to say, she is a little chess player. I happened to be idle at home at that time. After more than 20 years of fighting in the chess world, I have won countless Go championships and dominated the world chess tournament twice.

Tomorrow is June 12, 2011 AD. This is destined to be an ordinary day in both world history and Chinese history. There are no signs of earth-shattering events at the moment. However, in the personal history of Xu Zhijian, dean of the School of Marxism at Tunghai University, it has epoch-making significance, because on this day he will participate in the doctoral thesis defense. If he successfully passes it, he will obtain the doctorate he has been waiting for for many years. In the future, he can openly fill in the word "doctor" in the "educational qualifications" column on his resume, eliminating the humiliation he suffered from not having a doctorate title. Tomorrow should be a proud day. But I'm afraid it's also a day of lowering one's eyebrows and lowering one's head. To be precise, it's time to lower your eyebrows and lower your head in front of you, and be proud and proud behind you.