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I would like to dedicate this article to my favorite reasoning game and the fourteen friends who played happily with it. "Happy birthday, Cheng." The trembling pen tip sank into the letter, and the messy strokes scattered into ink in the warm salt water before they could be written. This is the first letter I have written in my life, but it is a letter that cannot be sent. Growing up in the Internet age, we have long forgotten the touch of the pen tip rubbing against the white paper, and only the sound of the fingertips mechanically tapping twenty-six small squares echoes in our ears. What is printed out is the same font, but the signature written by the pen is still full of childishness. The distance between people is so close, and the Internet is within reach no matter where they are; the distance between people is so far, no matter how close they are, who will reveal their true feelings? I have long been accustomed to the fast pace of life and emotionless greetings. Writing letters is a stupid thing for me.

If he hadn't gone to that shabby meeting, Zhao Bing wouldn't have let Li Yin know him. If he knew that he could get to know Zhou Yi during the meeting, Zhao Bing would rather go a day earlier. Like Zhao Bing, Li Yin and Zhou Yi were also two loyal listeners of that meeting. Zhao Bing had forgotten what the title was. What Zhao Bing remembers is Zhou Yi. Now Zhao Bing has come back from the meeting. Lazy on the sofa, lighting a cigarette, he wanted to briefly recall some of the events at that meeting. In fact, I wanted to recall as many details as possible with Zhou Yi. He felt that the two of them might be separated forever, but it was always necessary to keep some good memories. Zhao Bing's memories start bit by bit. Zhao Bing got out of the car that day and walked for three kilometers under the scorching sun - this was obviously not important.

Danyue lived to the age of thirty-seven and had never encountered such a big problem. The problem is that my son Qijin has to be admitted to the No. 8 Middle School, a key junior high school. Twelve-year-old Qijin has graduated from elementary school. According to the regulations of the relevant departments of Tianhe City, he has to go to No. 48 Middle School nearby. But the teachers at No. 48 Middle School don't teach well and the students don't study hard. Almost no one gets admitted to key high schools every year. Fights and petty thefts occurred from time to time. Boys and girls fall in love at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and there have been cases where two boys got into a fight over a girl, and one of them was hit by the other with a brick and his young head was almost split open. My son did not want to go to No. 48 Middle School, and he wanted to go to No. 8 Middle School, eight miles away from home. The admission rate of No. 8 Middle School to key high schools reaches 60% every year.

Wu Yong paused for a minute after knocking on the door, then carefully pushed open the door of the director of the housing construction office. There is a computer on a large desk and a nameplate with a photo on it. Two small flags stand in the upper right corner of the desk. The middle-aged man sitting in the chair at the moment is busy in front of the computer. Wu Yong carefully looked at the photo and name on the nameplate. His name was Zhang Dekai, and he was exactly the person he came to find today. So he took out a prepared Chinese cigarette and handed it over: "Director Zhang, I have something to trouble you with." The man took the cigarette and lit it: "Tell me, what's the matter?" Wu Yong said, "I want to renovate the old house where I live now." Director Zhang nodded: "Oh, did you bring your ID?"

As soon as Yu Fangbei passed out, his daughter stood beside his bed. The daughter said, Dad, I am Xiaofeng, you must avenge me. Yu Fangbei woke up as soon as he kicked his legs. The curtains were drawn tightly and the room was dark, but the hot breath of his daughter hit his nostrils. Yu Fangbei wanted to reach out and grab her, but stopped when he knew it was impossible. In fact, he didn't see his daughter's appearance clearly, and her daughter was black in front of him, but the voice was definitely his daughter's; her daughter's voice was a little astringent. Yu Fangbei's heartbeat was very slow because he deliberately controlled his breathing. He turned on the lamp with a tremble and saw two pairs of shoes placed where his daughter had been standing just now. Shoes for him and his wife. His wife Li Zhen was paralyzed due to cerebral hemorrhage. She was huddled against the wall with a painful expression. Yu Fangbei tucked the quilt under his wife's shoulders, turned off the lights and walked to the balcony.

Professor Gu Youjin's 55th birthday party was held at the "Louwailou" restaurant by the West Lake in Hangzhou. There were six round tables. In addition to colleagues from the teaching and research office and departments, there were more than a dozen master's students he had taught at the local business school in the past six years. Many years ago, Professor Gu was already a doctoral supervisor when he was teaching at Shanghai F University. After he was transferred to Hangzhou, the business school where he worked was unable to apply for a doctoral program, so Professor Gu had to be downgraded to a master's degree supervisor. It is really aggrieved to think about it. Now he's better. After six years in prison, his employment contract with the business school is about to expire, and Professor Gu is about to return to freedom. This birthday banquet was also regarded by Professor Gu and his wife as a farewell party with colleagues and students. The round table had already been filled with food and wine, but no one heard the host's order to open the table. Professor Gu and his wife took turns to look at the door. It seemed that there were still important guests who had not arrived.

Zhou Maota saw Dorji jumping and cheering among the bustling crowd, and she fell ill again. The racecourse is crowded with people, and the young riders all have extraordinary skills. They gallop on the grassland and bend down to pick flowers nimbly. When people and horses work together, the grassland wind blows past their ears, and the passionate youth blooms to its fullest. People took out strips of white hada from their arms and threw them in the air, letting them float in the wind. Riders on horseback chased after each other with whips waving, catching Hada as fast as possible, and the entire racecourse was filled with exclamations and regrets.

Anyone who has lived in Zhuhai knows that Zhuhai is full of beautiful women. In Zhuhai, it is normal for beautiful women to not find a partner, and it is news that a man cannot find a partner. My uncle's nephew has been working in Zhuhai for three years and his marriage has not yet been finalized. My uncle was speechless. The nephew's marriage became the uncle's illness. My uncle's nephew is named Zhu Mingming. My uncle is born in the 50s and my nephew is born in the 80s. My uncle is the boss, and my nephew works for him. My uncle is engaged in solar energy engineering, and my nephew is engaged in solar energy engineering maintenance. Zhu Mingming graduated from Taiyuan University of Technology four years ago. He ambitiously worked in Shanxi, a country where coal can be found in every crack and the coal can be used to earn RMB. After looking through it with telescopes and magnifying glasses for more than a year, he still couldn't find the good job he wanted that could make a lot of money without any effort. He scolded officials who had cataracts in their eyes and bosses who were mentally retarded. There is no job, and my pocket is at the bottom.

In the 1980s, a huge gold mine suddenly appeared somewhere in northwestern Jiangxi. Tens of thousands of people flocked to mine it. This news shocked the world and was reported by many foreign news media. The author has personally participated in the gold mining here and is familiar with the people and events in the gold mining process. After decades of precipitation and thinking, he wrote the novel "The Story of Gold Rush". "The Legend of Gold" written by Fan Jianjun is based on this incident. The story unfolds with the villagers headed by Zhu Da's family mining gold, smuggling and selling gold, and establishing their own gold jewelry brand, creating a series of portraits of a group of people chasing gold dreams. The novel spans more than a hundred years, from Zhu Da's great-grandfather Zhu Shu to Zhu Da's grandson Zhu Xiaoshou, spanning six generations. It is a history of the struggle of generations of ancestors chasing gold, and a fable history of gold. The novel relatively completely and truly reproduces the entire process of a gold mine, from its discovery to its prosperity, to its decline and demise. The Watergate Village in the novel has experienced a gold feast and a golden catastrophe. The people of Watergate Village were all involved in this battle for gold. Because they did not know how to protect themselves, many people suffered from silicosis during the gold mining process and died in pain. Watergate Village also became a village of widows. The people chasing gold are gone, but gold is still rampant in this world.

Uncle Liu, a migrant worker, made a bet with his co-workers and went to ask his boss for unpaid wages. After careful research and planning, Uncle Liu implemented his bitter plan - committing suicide by jumping off the building. He succeeded and became a hero among his co-workers. He started another plan, success or failure depends on this... Can Uncle Liu always be a hero? I met Uncle Liu on a bright sunset afternoon. It was really a beautiful afternoon. This city in the north is wrapped in the gorgeous sunset, and all the high-rise buildings are gilded by the sunset. The sun, which is as soft as an egg yolk and can melt at any time, hangs halfway up the tallest TV tower in the city. It really looks like a juicy egg yolk that has just been peeled off and served in a porcelain plate. The people in the city seemed to be in a good mood. They were all wearing summer clothes and walking lightly on the street.

A lame person is not called a lame person at first. The cripple was called a cripple after a bullet entered his thigh. It was late at night. Snow. There is a small lantern standing next to the door of the Japanese restaurant. The light bulb swayed in the wind and snow, creating a dim glow, like a half-boiled egg yolk, as if it would dilute and disappear in the water if not careful. The snow was falling so hard that I couldn't even distinguish the faces of the people walking across from me. When the car approached the restaurant and the light reflected half of the right ear of the man who got out of the car, the cripple hidden in the alley between the restaurant and the opium hall emerged from the snow. He raised his hand from his clothes. There was a mirror box covered under the clothes. He fired all the bullets into the body under the light. Then he threw away the gun and started running. It seemed like he ran for a long time, but he didn't run out of the long Datong streets.

As the large Jiefang brand car drove slowly, she appeared in front of the neighbors. Over the past few days, residents in the Nujiang Square area have become accustomed to seeing those arrogant Jiefang vehicles or other vehicles swaggering through the streets and alleys. When they see those vehicles, the residents no longer hide at home and peek around like they did at first, but dare to stand on the street and watch the excitement as if they were welcoming. Those who promoted Mao Zedong Thought on the bus were sometimes workers, sometimes farmers, sometimes students, but no matter who they were, they all held slogans, waved colorful flags, shouted slogans, and held red-tasseled guns or large knives or short daggers or long wooden sticks, majestic and murderous.

This article starts from the perspective of the Chinese world, based on Said's concept of "journey of theory", and presents the situation of Said's translation, dissemination and reception in Taiwan at the beginning of this century from the perspective of translators, scholars and cultural production. It reflects to a considerable extent the situation in which Said's works first entered the Chinese world and its significance in cultural history. The article reviews some of Said's important concepts, such as theoretical travel, representation, representation, beginning, anti-essentialism, secular criticism, affiliation and identification, worldliness, hybridity, culture and imperialism, geography, resistance, postcolonialism, anti-postmodernism, criticism, intellectuals, etc., And attempts to connect these concepts with Chinese literature and cultural studies.

This was the forest farm with the largest concentration of intellectuals in China at that time. 146 College students responded to the party's call and gathered here to plant trees and afforestation to change the harm of sandstorms in the Beijing-Tianjin area, composing a song, tearful and tear-jerking entrepreneurial movement. It's just that they never dreamed at the beginning that due to the ruthless sweeping of political storms, their own destiny would also take a cruel turn... Here, the ugliest season is spring. There are no flowers, no green grass, no birdsong, no running water, only high and low, bright and dark residual snow, like patches of gray and white scabies... It was not until the end of May that the melting ice accompanied by the delicate stream began to pluck the strings of spring. As if overnight, the larch, spruce, and birch were quietly covered in bright new green, but it was clearly summer.

In the sky, a strange plane flew west, carrying Japan's mysterious envoy. In August 1945, the season had entered early autumn. On the devastated land in the south of the Yangtze River, farmers braved the smoke and smoke of war to plant sedges that were ripe and were about to be harvested. Yes, autumn is the harvest season. Farmers have to harvest the crops watered with sweat, and the 40 million compatriots in China have to harvest the fruits of victory that they spent their flesh and blood on during the eight-year war of resistance. On August 21st, a bright red autumn sun shone across the land of Jiangnan. At around 10 a. M., A special plane took off from Hankou Airport and flew southwest over Changde at an altitude of about 3,500 meters. This aircraft is an unarmed transport aircraft modified from a fighter jet - a Type 97 twin-engine aircraft. The fuselage is painted with green and white patterns, and a total of 6 Japanese flags are painted on the fuselage and wings.

Gao MaMa is wiping dust. This was what she started doing every day after finishing breakfast and closing the newspaper. The sunlight poured in through the balcony and then through the window, leaving a bright golden color on the dark brown wooden legs of the sofa. Gao MaMa's rag unfolded peacefully on the furniture in the room inch by inch. The watermarks were like blossoming flowers, constantly unfolding, shrinking, deep and shallow, and gradually disappeared. The pieces of furniture were slowly moistened and brightened under her wiping. This was the most ordinary morning since Gao MaMa came to the city to live with her son. My son, Gao Ming, had just finished breakfast and gone to work. The bowl of porridge he drank from was still warm on the dining table. Even though the sunshine on the legs of the sofa was a prophet, it could not tell everyone that such an ordinary day was a turning point in the fate of this family.

On December 25, the third year of Xuantong, also known as February 12, 1912, the first year of the Republic of China, the weather in Beijing was extremely cold. In the afternoon, snowflakes began to fall from the cloudy sky. Wearing a plain satin arrow jacket, a gray mandarin jacket, and a hat with a golden top and blinds and feathers that looked like a bamboo hat, He Dunmin was already out of breath when he ran and bumped to the door of Liu Ye Nabach's house, and there were even beads of sweat on his forehead. He wiped his forehead but hesitated in his steps. It has been a long time since he came to the Sanjin Siheyuan, the descendant of Prince Heshuo. Since Emperor Guangxu was imprisoned in Yingtai, in order to avoid suspicion, he rarely walked around the Nabach family. If it wasn't for something serious, he wouldn't have rashly come to see this man who didn't like him very much.

As soon as the Spring Festival was over, Cui Zijie was about to go to work at his new position. He secretly said to himself that this year, no matter what, he would solve his own problems. What's going on? It is one's own "identity". How important is identity. In the past, identity was food stamps, then it was household registration, and now it is status and limelight. This matter was so tangled that he couldn't let it go. Cui Zijie used to work in an administrative department, doing desk work, sitting in the office, managing some cabinets, listening to the orders of the bosses, and dealing with materials. He is not a civil servant, he has passed the possibility of being a civil servant and he can only be hired. The most likely thing for him is to be temporary for a long time. Therefore, he always feels that he is humble and cannot be as relaxed and comfortable as a civil servant.

Cross the Qingyi River to the west, go into the mountains, keep walking, cross Jigong Ridge and go south, there is a place called Tiantang Mountain. Three counties are bounded by each other. The sky is high and the emperor is far away. There is only one small town within a hundred miles, also called Tiantang Town. If you get a good name, you will live a happy life. Common people say: When water flows into the mountains, princes come out from generation to generation. Tiantang Town is surrounded by sand rivers, with green mountains and clear waters that flow all year round. It's strange to say that there are eighty-one ditches around the town, and there is water in the ditches, which merge into three sandy rivers and surround the town, but I have never heard of the town being flooded. This area has been a place to avoid chaos and seek peace since ancient times. Enemies who are frustrated in the officialdom and want to hunt down those who see through the world are often willing to go into the mountains to support themselves and stay away from the hustle and bustle. Therefore, Tiantang Mountain has a small population, but its surnames are mixed, accounting for half of the surnames of hundreds of families. They don't continue their genealogy, don't ask about their origins, and don't pay homage to their ancestors. They think that is something that will cause trouble and attract attention.

The past event narrated by the author was a major historical event that occurred during the Anti-Japanese War of the last century. From 1945 to now, this major historical event has been covered in dust for more than sixty years! Most of the witnesses who experienced this period of history are no longer alive, and there are very few people left. Due to many reasons, the people who survived did not disclose the details of this important historical event to the public. In the golden autumn of 2006, the author was stationed at the Sanjiang Branch of the Heilongjiang Agricultural Reclamation and Construction Bureau and met Mr. Yu Hailong, one of the witnesses of this important historical event that year. This year, he is already eighty-four years old.

The word "Jade Broken" comes from the "Book of Northern Qi", and the original text is "A man would rather be a broken jade than a piece of brick." Our country has a proverb "Shattered Jade in Kungang", which also uses "Shattered Jade" as a symbol of perseverance. However, after the beginning of the Pacific War, this term was misinterpreted and borrowed by the Japanese army to beautify the battle in which the entire Japanese army refused to surrender and was annihilated by the Allied forces. There are a total of 15 "Jade Broken Wars" officially recognized by Japan. Usually the upper echelons of the Japanese army, knowing that the war situation was irreversible, still relied on Hideki Tojo's so-called "Battle Training" and "Bushido" ideas, and when it was possible to save their lives by surrendering or retreating, they kidnapped lower-level officers and soldiers and resisted until they were all wiped out. The Japanese army would often require their troops to "break their weapons" in the form of orders before and during combat. Japanese military law even directly prohibited commanders from leading their troops to lay down their weapons in the event of defeat, otherwise they would be punished as "dereliction of duty."

The Japanese army invented a new tactic to defend the island, Peleliu, where the U. S. Military suffered the highest casualty rate. After the Battle of Guadalcanal, the Allied forces began to counterattack in the Pacific War. To cross the vast Pacific Ocean, many islands must be captured as support points. Therefore, by 1943, the number of U. S. Marines suddenly expanded to 309,559, an increase of almost 10 times compared with 27,925 in 1940. In order to maintain the situation of continuous landing operations, the Marine Corps also incorporated Marine aviation, artillery, armored forces and rear support forces. In 1944, it finally established the Fleet Marine Corps, a huge amphibious warfare group.

In the later period of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, Zeng Guofan's Hunan Army, Zuo Zongtang's Zhejiang Army, and Li Hongzhang's Huai Army fought jointly. The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's major cities in the south of the Yangtze River, such as Suzhou, Hangzhou, Huzhou, etc., Were easily captured. Cheng Xueqi, the admiral of the Huai army, led 13,000 Huai troops to capture Suzhou, which was heavily guarded by 100,000 Taiping troops. He captured and killed eight Taiping Suzhou generals without a single blow. After Suzhou was pacified, the Huai army took advantage of the victory and divided its forces to attack Changzhou and Jiaxing. Cheng Xueqi was ordered to capture Jiaxing. The city walls of Jiaxing were low and undefeable. Cheng Xueqi originally thought that Jiaxing would be within easy reach of leading the victorious army. Unexpectedly, the siege of the city lasted for nearly two months, with the loss of troops and generals, and they could not even get closer to the city. Later, with the support of British and French artillery, the city wall was finally destroyed. Just as the city was being broken, the Huai Army general, who was the most valiant among the three armies, was injured at the hands of a weak woman and died.

Shanju In August 1927, the "Soviet-Shanghai Finance Committee", which was responsible for raising salaries for Chiang Kai-shek, was disbanded, and Chen Guangfu finally breathed a sigh of relief. About a week after Chiang left the country, the Finance Committee held its last meeting and announced that all the files and accounts of this temporary agency were transferred to the Ministry of Finance of the National Government, and that all its functions and some outstanding matters were also transferred to the Ministry of Finance. Chen Guangfu understood that the Finance Committee was only a transitional institution when the government structure was not complete, and he himself was not a transitional figure in the transitional era. Now that the Finance Committee has dispersed, being able to land safely and escape unharmed is already the best result in his opinion. The revolutionary cause is in the ascendant, and the turning tide will always sweep away some people. Thinking that he is not seeking merit, but seeking no faults, his once fast-moving heart gradually calmed down.

Liu Shaotang is my eldest brother. We are twelve years apart, a full ten years apart. At the beginning of the birth of New China, on sunny days, Big Brother was like a flower full of earthy fragrance and crystal dewdrops blooming in the literary world of the 1950s by the canal village and the fence roadside. At the age of thirteen, he began to publish unique novels in newspapers and periodicals. With his fresh "Hawthorn Village Song", he cheerfully and enthusiastically eulogized the ever-changing, prosperous and in-swing socialist construction of the young Republic, thus revealing his sharp literary talents. As a result, his reputation skyrocketed, and his eldest brother was hailed as a "prodigy" or "genius" by people with good intentions or bad intentions, praise or derogation, and became famous all over the country. At that time, I was in an ignorant childhood, and I had no memory of my elder brother's "big success", let alone the benefits of "one person can achieve enlightenment, a chicken or a dog can ascend to heaven".

Two Identities In the late autumn of 1942. The Fujiadian area, a provincial capital occupied by the Japanese Kwantung Army, was shrouded in haze. There were only a few pedestrians on the street, and withered elm leaves were rolling randomly in the wind on the streets of Fujiadian. Many shops in the once bustling Huifangli area had their doors closed. Even if there are restaurants and tea shops with their doors open, no customers can be seen coming in or out. The prostitutes in the hall had no choice but to go to the alley entrance to wink at the passers-by and pull them hard. Mr. Jin Yuqing, known as the Golden Scissor, had no choice but to lie half-ly on a mahogany recliner all day, closing his eyes and meditating - who would be interested in paper-cutting in those war-torn times? Mr. Jin Yuqing is in his sixties. He is shorter than ordinary people, a little over 1.6 Meters tall. His skin is wrinkled and fair, with red insides. His sparse white hair stands on end, and his eye sockets are sunken, but his eyes are shining with a fiery light.

Wuhan has a modern university in the true sense. It did not start with the National Wuchang Higher Normal School, which was established in 1913 on the site of the Dongchangkou Dialect School in Wuchang, using the original facilities and teachers. It did not start with the Ziqiang School founded by Zhang Zhidong in 1893 at the entrance of Dachao Street in Sanfoge, Wuchang. It started with the National Wuhan University, which was founded on the basis of the National Sun Yat-sen University in Wuchang in 1928 with the approval of the National Government College. It is less than a century ago. In 1932, Wuhan University moved into a new campus built on the mountain southwest of East Lake. Since then, it has been closely associated with the humanistic landscape, followed the pace of the rapid globalization (modernization) of Chinese education, and has come to this day in the process of rapid modernization of Chinese society. "If you are less than a hundred years old, you will always worry about a thousand years old." Worry about people, worry about things, worry about the shortcomings of people, and if you worry about their shortcomings, you must know their strengths.

Shonan. Dao County. The west bank of Xiaoshui River. The clear river water sparkled in the winter sunshine. As soon as a group of waterbirds landed on the shore, they immediately jumped up into the sky with a scream, and then flew in a large circle around the river bank and flew into the distance. There are people where birds fear to land. Not just a few people, but a group of gray figures lurking in the grass on the shore. Chen Shuxiang sat under an ancient willow tree. Opposite him were political commissar Cheng Cuilin and chief of staff Wang Guangdao. Three pairs of eyes were fixed on the spread out military map. No one spoke, as if the air had solidified. After a long time, Wang Guangdao broke the silence: "The situation is clear. What is chasing us now is our mortal enemy - the Zhou Hunyuan Department of the Central Army.

On the eve of the Cultural Revolution, the turbulent history of the military world introduced Guo Xingfu. The great martial arts competition carried out by our army in the 1960s was connected with Guo Xingfu's name. Is Guo Xingfu a hero? No, he is an out-and-out mortal. In those days when "roots are red and seedlings are upright", he seemed even more ordinary and had some "historical stains". In 1930, Guo Xingfu was born into a poor peasant family in Zouping County, Shandong Province. He lost his father when he was young. Because his family was poor, he only studied for a few months before dropping out of school.

Yang Xie: Born in Wenling, Zhejiang in 1972. His short and medium-length novels have appeared in publications such as Shanhua, Jiangnan, Everyone, Contemporary, Guangzhou Literature and Art, Baihuazhou, Novel Monthly·Original Edition, Furong, etc. Some of them have been reprinted in Selected Chinese Literature, Selected Novellas and other publications. He is also the author of a collection of poems, "Illegals". He has won various literary awards including the 23rd "Times Literary Award·New Poetry Award" in Taiwan and the 4th and 6th "Hua Zong Literary Award·World Chinese Novel Award" in Malaysia. Currently writing at home. It was already very late, and it sounded like K's accent. Late at night, K, phone. For many years, it was always like this, on the other end, K was talking, excitedly, amidst the noise, or depressed, in the terrible silence, his breathing could be heard. K has no scruples in front of me. Me too.

There are thousands of private enterprises in Dongguan, and local business owners are generally called bosses. The boss of Sanzheng Group is Mo Haotang. He joined the army and served as an instructor at the Guilin Army Academy. After demobilization, he returned to Dongguan and served as party secretary in Qiaotou Town. Since 1995, he founded Sanzheng Group. Lao Cui's first stop for working was Dalang Cultural Station, a government agency. His original employer, Jiangxi Zhuhu Pharmaceutical Factory, was a state-owned enterprise, but now he is a private enterprise. Private enterprises have different institutional systems and management models, and must relearn and adapt.

This is the story of an old working man. I wrote the first draft a few years ago and then put it down, but I still couldn't put it down in my heart. This story is like wine soaked by time. It tastes bitter and sour at first, but as it soaks, it develops a strange taste. The longer it gets, the stronger and more fragrant it becomes, making people marvel at the changes in time and space and the magic of destiny. --Inscription. In cities like Shenzhen and Dongguan, in the early years it was almost impossible to see elderly people with silver hair from outside. Only in recent years, because some working men and working girls have made a fortune here and completed the hardships of starting their own businesses, have their parents been brought over from the mainland one by one. In the name of enjoying life, in reality he helps them take care of their children. When these old people have nothing to do, they will walk in a casual and lonely gait, wandering in the streets and alleys, among the flowers and under the trees. This time.

The white sun is scorching the earth, and the cicadas are chirping on the green trees. Through the bulletproof glass of the counter and the glass curtain wall of the hall, the dazzling sunlight and the monotonous chirping of cicadas made Liu Xiaohong feel drowsy... "Ah, there's another power outage?" At the same time as Liu Xiaohong's head shook, Wang Ting, who was sitting at the counter next to her, screamed. Liu Xiaohong raised her head and saw Li Ying standing at Wang Ting's table, smiling at her and shaking her head gently. "You didn't have any rest last night, okay?" Li Ying looked at Liu Xiaohong's panda eyes and said as she walked. "It's okay. Thank you, Sister Li." Liu Xiaohong stood up as she said this, smiling shyly. Li Ying has been in the bank for more than seven years. She has worked as a teller for four years and a business manager for three years. At the end of last year, she competed for the position of vice president in charge of internal affairs of the branch.

In the past two years, I have received a call from Heizi on time almost every Friday evening. The content of the phone calls is always the same two questions: What's for dinner? What shall we do after dinner? To me, these two questions are boring and unanswerable, so I usually use "I don't know" to prevaricate him. But Heizi took the trouble and asked me persistently again and again, as if he would come up with new ideas after asking me a few more times. However, my answer has not changed in two years. So in the end, Heizi would find a way out for himself: Damn, you are so boring. As per the old rules, I will pick you up. Let's meet and talk. Usually I wait for Heizi at the lottery station near my work. When he comes, he will first buy scratch tickets worth fifty yuan, and then buy two-color balls worth fifty yuan. Kuroko's life motto is: Lottery changes destiny.

After the publication of "The Great Red Confucian Businessman", I began to write "The Great Win and Loss of the Great Red Confucian Businessman". The former part is the "Father" chapter, and the latter part is the "Son" chapter. Together they are the "Father and Son" that I have always dreamed of writing. The "Father" chapter is about his father's "motivational journey to study and the time when he climbed to the top to pursue his dreams." Born in a cave and raised in a mountain village, he worked hard on his own and was admitted to Peking University. Later he became a famous civilian professor, a rich man in the capital, and a red capitalist who secretly supported the underground party. The "Son" chapter writes about the son's great wins and losses in "great dangers, great struggles, great entrepreneurship, great awakening, and great returns". In 1981, my son came to the United States alone. With self-esteem, self-confidence, self-discipline, and self-improvement, he made progress step by step, and established a foothold, a family, a career, and aspiration. He became a key member of the Beijing Jeep Company, the first joint venture between China and the United States, a senior executive of a Fortune 500 company in the United States, a director of the first board of directors of the United States' "Council of 100," and a Chinese and English writer who won four new book awards. His company has developed hundreds of Sino-US cooperation projects. Currently, many people want to start a business and go abroad. Whether it's further study or achievement, most people don't know the hardships, pros and cons, and the pros and cons. I advise you not to believe what you hear, and not to focus on money. Meipiao's 36 years of bitter, spicy and sweet real experiences and real feelings will definitely inspire and draw lessons from everyone.

This is one of the "Qinghai-Tibet Trilogy" written by the author Ge Rong. The trilogy consists of a long dictionary novel "Qinghai-Tibet Dictionary", a cross-genre writing short collection "Qinghai-Tibet Time" and a collection of short and medium stories "Qinghai-Tibet Sky". In addition to focusing on the daily lives of ordinary farmers and herdsmen, the novel "Qinghai-Tibet Sky" extends to the core area of ​​Tibetan culture, exploring major life issues such as life and death, material and spiritual, tradition and modernity, technology and spirituality, art and faith. Qinghai-Tibet is not only the "third pole" of the earth in terms of natural altitude, but also a high standard for the human spirit and a new sky for artistic exploration.

Qin Chunquan is my first boss. That day I came out of Brother Shi's house. I didn't go very far on my bicycle when I came across a factory. I told the gatekeeper that I was looking for a job. He said that you were looking for the wrong one. It was the Hengji Industrial over there that was recruiting engineers. The deputy manager of Henderson received me. I showed a bunch of red certificates that I brought with me. His eyes lit up on the spot and he said, "Wait a moment." He turned around and walked in. When the deputy manager brought me to see Boss Qin, he was looking at my pile of certificates. The pile of certificates really convinced the Hong Kong boss that he had found a real talent. Then, Boss Qin said a series of words to the deputy manager who looked like a rural teacher in words I couldn't understand. The deputy manager collected the pile of certificates on the table, led me into a room that looked like the boss's office, arranged for me to sit down on the sofa, returned the certificates to me, and said, "Wait a minute, the boss wants to talk to you."

When I was young, everyone seemed to have someone they particularly admired. The person I admire the most was my first group leader. It can be regarded as fate. My group leader and I happened to be born in the same year and month, and we participated in the revolution at the same time and place. It was a fiery and boiling era. From north to south, from the vast northwest plateau to the surging Yellow River and Yangtze River, the whole of China is burning with fire-like passion. The mighty People's Liberation Army has successfully crossed the river, and most of China has been liberated. The Chinese people are in high spirits and preparing to welcome the glorious birth of New China. It was under such a situation that my first regiment leader and I came to work at the grain station directly under the jurisdiction of the East China Branch Headquarters in City B. City B is located in the middle reaches of the Huaihe River. It is the chokepoint of the Jinpu Railway and a transportation hub on the Huaihe River.

I am a service master. My surname is Qin. Everyone calls me Mr. Qin. The place I serve is called "Yashi" nightclub, located on the bustling Heping Middle Road. Like the surrounding cabarets, dance halls and entertainment cities, the "Yashi" nightclub is also luxuriously decorated and rich. At night, the place is filled with neon lights, singing and laughter. There are various high-end cars parked in front of the door, and the people coming in and out are all well-known guests in suits and leather shoes. "Yashi" is the city's first entertainment venue staffed by all men. They are called waiters abroad and waiters or service masters in China. The young masters recruited are all young men in their twenties, about 1.75 Meters tall, and they are required to have a handsome, elegant and refined appearance.

People in Beijing call men who are older than their fathers uncle. Remember, the pronunciation is the soft tone of "ye". If the pronunciation is the second tone, it doesn't mean the same thing. It is a name for a person with status, wealth or influence, and it has nothing to do with age. One year, I had dinner with the late cross talk actor Xiao Lin. During the dinner, he asked me why Beijingers love to make fun of uncles and often scold them. I laughed. It was a unique cultural phenomenon in Beijing. Let me tell you this, you see people in Beijing fighting, scolding each other, scolding each other, and even some assholes scolding each other's parents and even ancestors, but you have never seen anyone scolding an uncle.

Huang Naonao thought about it all night, and at dawn, Aunt Eight, who used to live in the east end of the village, suddenly entered his mind. The eighth aunt was definitely a woman, but Huang Naonao thought that the eighth aunt had no ambiguous thoughts. Besides, the eighth aunt was probably older than his mother. It was a pity that his mother had passed away long ago, but the eighth aunt was still alive and well. He couldn't even figure out what the eighth aunt's name was, nor why it was ranked eighth. People in the village had called her eighth aunt and eighth aunt for many years, and the title of eighth aunt replaced everything. The eighth aunt must have her name. In the past, when there were production teams and people needed to call out their names to record work points and distribute food, the eighth aunt's name must also be recorded in various account books.

Zhang Tielin didn't get on the train until he found his hard sleeper number. He leaned on the quilt and waited until the train started. Then he took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to his wife Huang Xiaohui: Take annual leave. No return for two months. Those words spread their wings like birds and flew away from the blue screen of the mobile phone. He turned around and looked at the people in the same carriage around him. They were all burying their heads in pressing their thumbs. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile. Text messages are really powerful. At this moment, how many birds must be fluttering and flying through the city, landing on the corresponding mobile phone trees. Huang Xiaohui never replied, which was expected by Zhang Tielin. He had not expected her to reply in the first place. He guessed she had seen the stack of phone bills he had specially placed on her dressing table.

In the morning, Yuan Xiu came to the office as usual. What surprised her was that Mr. Qin had come back. "Hey, are you back?" Yuan Xiu said. Mr. Qin nodded without saying anything. Yuan Xiu saw that Mr. Qin's expression was a little strange, so he didn't say anything. He walked straight to him and kissed him affectionately on the face: "Why don't you call beforehand? I'll pick you up." Mr. Qin took advantage of the situation and hugged Yuan Xiu on his lap. He still didn't say a word and just patted Yuan Xiu's back slightly. "What?... Did you gain anything from this trip to the provincial capital?" Yuan Xiu asked tentatively. "... Yes! It should be said that I have gained something!" Mr. Qin thought for a while and suddenly said firmly. Yuan Xiu was also pleased with Mr. Qin's performance: "Did you get the order?" Mr. Qin shook his head.

Guo Qing said that I don't have to worry about it, but someone else will worry about you. Your old man and I are both worried about you. The balanced result is that after I leave, you will take over as the director of the Municipal Party Committee Office after me. Changping, you can be regarded as a righteous person this time. I was surprised, thought about it, and asked: Where is the plateau? National Day says fuck! If all the plateau institutions are exhausted, what good results can there be? ! I looked at him in surprise.

Five sisters came out to see her off. At this time, many female workers came to the window and watched the six of them disappear from sight. Strangely enough, many people's moods at this time were more complicated than that of Xiao Gouzi. They felt lost all of a sudden; Xiao Gouzi's transfer caused the support in their hearts to collapse instantly; with Xiao Gouzi among them, Wanbaoquan did not dare to announce that he was laid off; and what about from now on? A sense of ominousness suddenly enveloped their hearts, and they all silently regretted in their hearts: Little Gouzi, why did you leave? At the crossroads, Xiao Gouzi shook hands with the five sisters one by one, then turned around and strode away. I shed tears as I walked. Xiao Gouzi didn't know the inside story of the job transfer. Wanbaoquan gave Xiao Gouzi's husband 88,000 yuan in cash, deliberately making up an auspicious number, and the premise was that he was not allowed to leak the secret; the second was to capture Xiao Gouzi, if he couldn't... The following words were deliberately left unsaid, and he was told to use his imagination.

The main entrance hall of Oxbow Mountain is the place where descendants kneel down to apologize to their ancestors and think about their faults. They kneel for at least half a day. Autumn comes in a blink of an eye. After experiencing tsunami-like waves of thousands of stocks falling to the limit, we have already returned to our original shape, and talking about stocks is a bit redundant. I returned to Oxbow Mountain alone and knelt down on the granite floor of the main entrance hall...

Dai Jinfu sighed and said that he couldn't keep up with the times! Look at the people killing pigs on the streets of Aiting Town. Who is still like us, working so hard to catch pigs, tie them up, and kill them with a knife? They are all one-stop. Here, the pigs were driven into a large thick tube. After twenty minutes, over there, a bright white pig tube came out, with all the water drained out. There was a click inside, and four iron claws hugged the pig's body. Another sound, hook the mouth, wipe the knife, kill! With a pop, it was put into the pot, and it whirred, and its hair fell off. It's so effortless and so exciting! Besides, who wants to learn the art of killing pigs now? Let's go and make money! Killing pigs is tiring, and the smell of fat and meat lingers all day long, so I don't want to see you. It's not like going out to rush for money. Once you go out for a year, you will always come back dressed beautifully, with shiny leather shoes, hair combed smoothly, and wearing headphones. No matter where you go, you will look cool and pompous. Dad interjected and said, "Looking at Xie Hao, I don't know how hard I am going through it behind my back." After spending some money, it will be nice to come back. A look of contempt on his face. No one is learning! Is this craft still considered craftsmanship?

After putting down the phone, the living room fell silent again. I suddenly felt that everything was so lifeless. Was there any love story in this house? There is no clear love in the legendary stories of Jewish businessmen, White Russian officers and later military control cadres. They may have struggled in this world for a certain ideal, but those people dispersed with the wind. Only one fact is certain - they are all dead. This is the most basic fact. It was as if at this moment, I noticed that the room was filled with an aura of death. I want to leave this small building and end my short aristocratic life. Originally, I grew up in the countryside and only entered the city after I went to college. When I was young, I was so eager to change my life. I wanted to live the aristocratic life in the movie and become a master through hard work and hard work. The truth is, there are some things you can't change in your lifetime. I don't really understand what we are looking for in life. In fact, there are some things we have found, but we threw them away without knowing it.

Yin Lian, Zhong Xiangjun, this is the reality in our art world today! No, this is the reality of our society, the era we are obsessed with. The times are the infancy of everyone's life, and the clear and turbid currents of the times will inevitably wash away us. Do you think so? You are limited to one city and one pool, and are not familiar with this phenomenon. You may not be able to clearly understand or distinguish this artistic operation. Nowadays, there are many art transactions and auctions in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Xi'an. Beijing has Forbidden City, Huabao, Bowen, and Oriental. This has become an investment method, and its market value has been equal to that of the film industry...

When Xuan's wife appeared in front of Ruowang, Ruowang immediately remembered that Xuan had said more than once that his wife looked like Liu Xiaoqing when she was young, and he never forgot to shake his hairless head while saying it, making her look like she was hiding in a golden house. However, Ruo Wang felt that even if she were to reverse the growth cycle and return her to the flowering age of sixteen, it would be difficult to find the slightest resemblance to Liu Xiaoqing. Xuan's wife said, "Did you not know something happened to Xuan?"