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I saw the day when Jin Douzi fought against the hemp pole for the first time. The sun was shining brightly above our heads, and the strong westerly wind picked up the snow on the ground and danced wildly in the air. Agricultural workers wear dog-skin hats, cover their heads and faces with scarves or masks, wear leather jackets and leather trousers, wear sheepskin gloves, and wear felt tubes or suede shoes. They brave the wind and snow to level the land like Dazhai. The ground was as frozen as stone. A strong young man wielded a pickaxe and dug dozens of times before digging out a basket of splendens. Panting, he said to a male educated youth who was carrying a load: "Ma Gan, try digging the soil with a pickaxe. You need to be re-educated by poor and lower-middle peasants. You must learn to do all farm work."

It has been over ten days since the heavy snow season, but the first snow of winter has not yet fallen in Hangzhou. At noon that day, I received a spring-breeze WeChat message from Mr. Wang of the bidding agency: "The bidding announcement for the Riyue Building project will be released at 9 a. M. Tomorrow." I jumped up from my chair, rushed out of the office door, and walked to Boss Jin's office on the west side of the corridor in two steps. Boss Jin's office is very spacious, equipped with a bathroom and a lounge. The office furniture is made of miscellaneous wood cut from Goucheng Mountain in Zhuji's hometown. Only the pen holder on the table is made of Hainan Huanghuali. He didn't like the soft feel of the leather sofa, and even the bed in the lounge was a hard bed. When I walked in, Boss Jin was sitting on a large miscellaneous wooden chair, with his head tilted in a daze.

Lao He picked me up at the border of Jingbian County. This is the etiquette in northern Shaanxi. Dropping off and picking up people are done at the county boundary. Lao He and I have talked on the phone many times, and there was no sense of strangeness after meeting. But his appearance is completely different from what I imagined. The Lao He on the phone feels rustic and should be wearing a "Mao suit", or a sheepskin jacket, or a "sheep tripe", but the real Lao He is wearing a straight suit, a dazzling red tie, gold-rimmed glasses shining proudly in the sun, and a well-kempt hair style. He does not look like a receptionist in a government department, but very much like a scholar-type boss in the northwest region. After the people from Mizhi County greeted Lao He, they formally said, "We have handed over Lao Wu to you." Lao He adjusted his glasses and said with a smile, "Come back." I found that Lao He loves to laugh. When he smiles, Lao He looks amiable.

I get up early. The Cuizhu Hotel in my hometown is poorly equipped and unattractive, and it does need renovation. But compared to Wuhan, the air here is fresh and pollution-free, and the flowers also exude a simple fragrance in their own seasons. I wore a pair of thin-soled fitness shoes bought from Hong Kong and walked on the cobblestone paved corridor, feeling the fitness effect of the cobblestones on my feet. While doing breast expansion exercises, I spit out the alcohol odor accumulated in my chest. There was a lot of drinking and commotion last night. County Da Kouxiong, Deputy Secretary of the County Party Committee Mei Derong and Propaganda Minister Shu Dingwei took turns attacking me. Especially Propaganda Minister Shu Dingwei, as long as I hold up the glass, there is a reason why I can't refuse and must drink.

September has already passed autumn, and the summer king has no intention of retreating. The twenty-four solar terms originating from the Yellow River Basin only have seasonal reference significance in Lingnan. The long summer will continue endlessly. Flowers, plants and trees are in full bloom. The Panamanian oak trees growing on the roadside are hanging with thousands of beards, like the long hair of a mad woman. When the wind blows, palm trees, alfalfa, phoenix bamboo, and fruitless trees are slowly floating in the wind. The King Coconut is green all year round. The phoenix flower is about to wither, but the remaining red color is still startling. Taiwan acacia, kapok, banyan tree, and redbud all stand quietly and happily together, casting a precious thick shade. The most colorful flower is the bougainvillea, which can be seen in large and dazzling blooms. The bougainvillea is the city flower of this city. It is also known as bougainvillea and bougainvillea. It has a long flowering period and is easy to survive. Just cut a branch and it can spread.

At five o'clock in the morning, Zheng De got up at the old hour. The first thing that Zhengde did when he got up was to go to the toilet behind the house to relieve himself according to the old rules. When he walked out of the house, he had to cough once, twice, or three times with all his strength. He coughed three times in a row, then stopped suddenly, with one cough not too long and one cough not too much, as accurate as a rooster crows at midnight. The head voice is heavy, the second voice is soft, the third voice is deep, and one voice is suppressed. When it is sent out of the mouth, it can be heard half a village away. Everyone in the neighborhood knows that Zheng De has this problem, and they can understand this problem in Zheng De. Zhengde coughed three times in a row, which woke up the neighbors who needed to get up early to do errands. They would say, get up quickly. Zhengde coughed three times. Zhengde's three coughs are the clock for the neighbors.

That summer, I couldn't write anything anymore. I realized this when I was sitting in front of the computer on an extremely hot day, tapping the keyboard with my fingers, printing everything in my mind on the screen. After a long time, I really couldn't hold it any longer. So I deleted them all at once. Then I realized that I could never write anything again. The weather was really hot and the room was stifling. I walked out into the street to find something to do, or maybe just take a nice walk. It's afternoon now, and I'm walking past various shops one after another, selling tea, eating, selling cigarettes, selling wine... The setting sun shines on every small shop, and they are as glorious as wearing a blood-red coat. Finally, I walked into a tavern. I wanted to have a few drinks and forget the things I shouldn't remember.

There is a small town on the bank of the Yellow River, which is a county seat. There is a group of veterans who have returned from the Yunnan Artillery Corps in the county town. The veterans all left the small town at first, and later returned to the small town one after another. However, the process of leaving the small town and returning to the small town for more than twenty years turned these veterans from rustic farm boys into upright men. As a result, they became a sight in this little-known northern town. The Spring Festival has just passed and the weather is still cold. In the early morning, the sky was bright, and the snowflakes fell swayingly with the breeze to the ground that still smelled of firecracker smoke.

This book is based on the Japanese colonial invasion and enslavement education in the Northeast. It revolves around Namu's life experiences and presents a wonderful story with unique angles and profound thoughts. Namu's dual identity symbolizes the complex pattern of the Northeast during the Manchukuo period, and is a metaphor for the diverse and powerful vitality of Chinese culture. "Namu" Before he was twenty years old, he was Namu, the noble son of Manchuria, a young genius with both civil and military skills. Even though he was born during the fall of the Qing Dynasty, his grandfather still placed all his hopes of revitalizing the family on him. However, a willful escape from marriage sent him to a ship that was sailing to an unknown destination... "Namu" happened three years later. He is a Japanese named Sikawa Nagi, a high-ranking director of the Military Horse Epidemic Prevention Factory. The ups and downs on the edge of life and death tempered his character to be strong and tolerant. Returning to Andong County, everything and everyone in his hometown had undergone drastic changes. He dared not forget the national humiliation and family feud. He could only quietly contend with the Japanese military and political forces in his own way. After ten years of "Namu", the moment of victory finally came when Japan surrendered and the Japanese troops withdrew. Boarding the ship of fate again, where will Namu go?

When I was twenty-one years old, I was jumping in a queue in Yunnan. Chen Qingyang was twenty-six years old at the time and was working as a doctor at the place where I jumped in line. I was in the 14th team down the mountain, and she was in the 15th team up the mountain. One day she came down from the mountain and discussed with me that she was not a broken shoe. I didn't know her very well at that time, I can only say that I knew a little bit about her. What she wanted to discuss was this: although everyone said she was a loser, she thought she was not. Because broken shoes steal men, and she has never stolen men. Although her husband has been in prison for a year, she has never committed adultery. I had never stolen Han before. So she simply didn't understand why people said she was a broken shoe. If I want to comfort her, it's not difficult. I can prove logically that she is not a broken shoe. If Chen Qingyang is a broken shoe, that is, Chen Qingyang is a thief, then at least there is someone who has stolen from him. Now we can't point out someone, so Chen Qingyang's cheating cannot be established. But I would say that Chen Qingyang is a broken shoe, and there is no doubt about this.

Just when I was about to have some thoughts about my wife, the phone rang. I cursed my mother. I took the phone and it was Wang. He immediately turned on the bedside lamp, straightened his body posture, lifted one of his wife's white arms that was wrapped around him, and pressed the call button: "County Magistrate, do you have a mission?" The voice on the other end looked very tired: "Well... It's not a mission... My father just left, you're right now When I got to the People's Hospital, I had to go to the funeral home quickly. "My wife pinched my thigh under the quilt, and I pretended to be in pain, but my voice was very sincere: "Okay, I'll be there soon." When Wang hung up, I looked at the time on my phone, and it happened to be two o'clock in the morning. Wang is what we call Wang Wu in private: first, his surname is Wang; second, he is the executive deputy county magistrate, specifically in charge of the county's financial power. These days, there is nothing more worthy of being called "king" than power and money.

My father burst into the house excitedly carrying a piece of meat and a few vegetables. As soon as my mother put the rice on the plate, the pressure cooker kept making a chirping sound. "What's the matter? Buying meat again." Mother said. "I met Song Yu, and she said she would be back for dinner soon." The father kicked the door shut with his foot and walked towards the kitchen as he spoke. Mother followed them to the kitchen, where they happily prepared dinner. A plate of sliced ​​fungus meat, a plate of shredded potatoes, and a large bowl of tomato and egg soup. My mother and I both sat down, and my father rubbed his hands and sat down as well, pouring 60-degree Jiangjin liquor into the cup.

Yuexiu is the heroine of our village troupe. She became an actor in the village troupe when she was twelve or thirteen years old. In the winter before Ganjing graduated from junior high school, the school was bombarded with factional fighting. Most of the students went home and rarely went to school. There were few things going on in winter, and the village troupe was rehearsing model plays, so we often invited each other to watch the rehearsals. Slowly we discovered that Gan Jing was only looking at Yuexiu when watching the rehearsal. If Yuexiu is there, he will watch very attentively and seriously. If Yuexiu is not there, he will be listless and will leave after watching for a while. Yuexiu was sixteen years old at the time and played Tiemei and Aqing's wife in a model play.

People in Wazhuang remember clearly that it was a late spring evening when Lie Lian first came to Wazhuang. I also remember very clearly that after school that day, Gejingou and I did not go home directly, but ran in the rapeseed field. Although the rapeseed flowers were in decline, because the field was full of this kind of plant, what caught our eyes was still a large golden field. As the breeze blew, rapeseed pollen went straight into our noses, throats and chests. Gejingou and I kept sneezing, making both sides of our noses slightly sore. We ran to the embankment by the river. There was a kind of fruit called yoyoer growing near the river. When ripe, the color was bright red, and the little fingers were as small as human beings, full of honey. After taking a bite of the sugar water, we rushed to see if they were ripe.

Yehua carried his luggage, snapped his fingers in a pretentious manner, and then pushed up the myopia glasses on his nose as usual. He looked up at the factory where he had worked for five years, and walked out of the factory with a wry smile on his face and shook his head. He really couldn't imagine that a bullshit manager would fire him for a Hunan girl. If I had known this, I wish I hadn't talked about that Hunan girl yesterday afternoon. But then I thought: As a team leader, can I do it without saying a few words to employees who leave early for no reason during working hours? Yehua always felt in his heart that he was right, and his mistake was that the Hunan girl and that bullshit manager had such a good hand. Yehua returned to the simple little room he rented. A small window at the door let in a weak light and shone on the bed. A small wooden bench lay lying across a wooden plank that served as a table. It must have been a mess left by the rush to work in the morning.

But it is said that somewhere in North China, there are overlapping mountains and ridges to the north, and a flat plain with no edge to the south. To the southeast, there are two peaks, stretching out to the plain like two thighs of a giant. The one on the left is winding and low, called "Panlong Ridge", and the one on the right is steep and towering, called "Crouching Tiger Ridge". Between these two mountains lies a flat river with a radius of a hundred miles. At the crotch of this plain, there is an old ancient city left by an unknown dynasty. People call it "Old City". Although the old city is old, the city wall is very strong. It is made of large bluestones of the same color, high and thick. Three trenches were dug outside the city. There is a moat around the city. A deer stockade and barbed wire fence are set up in front of the city gate. There are sandbags piled under the city gate. Fortresses are built on the city wall, and bodies and gun holes are dug out... These fortifications were built day and night by people from all walks of life outside the city!

My eldest brother is going to be discharged from the hospital. This time, the eldest brother picked up a life from the gate of hell. Only the eldest brother himself could not express the seriousness of the situation clearly. His face was still very pale at this moment. But the eldest brother refused to stay in the hospital no matter what. He said no matter what, he wanted to be discharged from the hospital. The eldest brother said, "Since I can't die, let me go home and take care of myself slowly." The eldest brother also said, "I was not hospitalized before, and I was fine and energetic. Now when I stay in this hospital, the more sick people are checked, the more people are checked. I'm half dead, and I'm getting more and more tired. It's hard to even carry a glass of water. If I stay here any longer, I don't think I'll be discharged from the hospital. I'll just go straight to Huangshan (Crematorium)." Brother's joke makes people laugh. Everyone knows that he is actually heartbroken to spend money.

There may be several obvious paradoxes in the current common views or basic judgments about novel writing. For example, on the one hand, we believe that there is an irreversible crisis in novels. Both critics and general readers are generally dissatisfied with the creation of novels. However, at different conferences, almost everyone unanimously affirmed the specific works. So, which statement is our honest experience, and which judgment is more in line with the truth of current novel creation. We believe that the writing skills of novels are becoming more and more mature, because the creation of modern Chinese novels has a history of nearly a hundred years and has accumulated considerable experience. Even if it is a little-known writer, his novels are also quite mature in technique. However, the maturity of technique has not brought about a change in the reputation or destiny of the novel. There are endless criticisms about the lack of spirit or thought in the novel.

Target Qizanggou, let's go! The Tibetan guide Zeren Langsan shouted, and the ten travel companions all blushed with excitement. The time is 10:10 am on September 21, 2015. Location: Entrance to Qizang Valley - Aweng Valley. This is a group of travel friends from the Northeast, wearing the same outdoor attire: hiking shoes, trekking poles, jackets, fleece jackets, thermos cups, sun hats, sunglasses, and magic towels. With this equipment on his body, everyone, old or young, will be in high spirits. Some women don't put the magic scarf around their necks, but cut holes for their eyes, nostrils, and mouth to cover their faces. This looks a bit scary, but it's definitely sun-proof. The group leader Kiri Yuden took a look and said, Oh! Quite creative. In Kiriyu Den's eyes, everything is for the smooth journey through "hell". The first time I heard about Qizanggou, Kiri Yuden was obsessed with it.

As the name suggests, it is a piece of gravel that is black or yellow and looks like a sweet potato. From the surface, it is difficult to see whether there is green inside, and it is even harder to determine how green it is. However, some people spend tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of dollars to buy it. Once the door is opened, some can be sold for tens of thousands, millions, or even tens of millions. In an instant, you can become rich and prosperous; but it can also leave you impoverished and bankrupt in an instant. It's so confusing, with ups and downs, that people call it gambling stone. As we all know, the reason why jadeite is valuable is that it has the same characteristics as the most precious gemstones in the world: beauty, rarity, and hardness. The only jade that can be ranked among the world's famous treasures is jade. Jade, commonly known as jade.

Jasmine, do you still have any impression of your father? Jasmine thought about it again and again, and there was a door in her mind. Qin Man never talked about Jasmine's father to anyone, as if he was showing the best respect to the "dead man". Before going to college, Jasmine and Qin Man lived in Jinniu City. It was a county with a population of just over 200,000. It was located in the northwest, and the climate was unexpectedly humid and mild. It was like the corner of a sleeve of water that the southern climate gently and willfully flung out. However, Jasmine could remember Xiaomi and her father together.

Chinese people used to put up New Year pictures in every house during the New Year. New Year pictures are all printed with woodblocks, so they are also called woodblock New Year pictures. Among the Chinese people, when it comes to the origin of woodblock New Year pictures, everyone can usually count Yangliuqing in Tianjin, Wuqiang in Hebei, Weifang in Shandong, Zhuxian Town in Henan, Fengxiang in Shaanxi, etc. But who would have thought that Jilin in the northeast was once the production center of woodblock New Year paintings. The New Year pictures here are called Chuangguandong New Year pictures... In the late Qing Dynasty, in Licheng County, Jinan Prefecture, Shandong Province, which was also the hometown of the famous thieves Cheng Yaojin, there was an old Li family in Banjiutun. The old man of this family lives with his three sons. The second among them is Li Xiang. He has been fond of thinking about things since he was a child. When his father got old, in order to help the ancestors of the Li family get ahead, he sent Li Xiang to a private school in Jinan Prefecture to read the Four Books and Five Classics when he was young.

Since the resumption of the college entrance examination in 1977, the Chinese Department of Peking University has been a nest for poets. Here, poets do not appear one by one, but in groups. For more than thirty years, this chain of poetry has never been broken. In 1998, the 100th anniversary of Peking University, Zang Di and I co-edited the "Selected Poems of Peking University", which included 78 poets from Peking University from 1977 to 1996, including 51 poets from the Chinese Department, who were of course the main force. In the following ten years or so, this team of poets has grown considerably. Some of these poets left their alma mater after graduating with undergraduate degrees, some studied for master's or doctorate degrees until the end of their degrees, and a few lucky ones are still teaching in the Chinese Department or other departments of Peking University. Regardless of the former or the latter, the experience of studying in the Chinese Department is a colorful movement in his life, and it is also an extraordinary beginning of his ordinary or legendary life.

When my mother talks about my second uncle and grandma, her dark eyes will suddenly shine with a strange light. My father once said that my mother was very beautiful when she was young, but when my mother described my second uncle and grandma, she was full of envy. My mother is illiterate, but she firmly believes in Christ. Over the past few decades, she has relied on her own will and faith to read all the words in a thick vertically arranged Traditional Chinese New Testament. However, her writing ability has not improved. When describing my second uncle's grandma's fair skin, she would only say "like a hard-boiled egg with two layers of skin peeled off." The other words were mostly traditional beauty traits - almond-shaped eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, high nose bridge, three-inch golden lotus, willow slender waist, etc. When my mother tells stories about her, she is often confused and arrogant. At the end of the story, my mother will sigh as usual and express her endless regret for my second uncle and grandma.

The bandits are coming, but they don't have enough manpower to survive the winter. This is late autumn in Dayan Mountain, and after climbing over it, it will be winter. They said that if they didn't replenish their manpower, they would be doomed - there were pursuers in the front and interceptions in the back, and the number of officers and soldiers was twenty-six times greater than theirs. They want us strong men from Li Village to go with them. At least ten or twenty of them will go with them. Each of us will be given thirty gold dollars in reissue, and we will also receive three monthly salary in the future. Oh my god, thirty gold dollars! But who dares to follow them? Who is willing to go with them? They are bandits. The portraits of the five bandit leaders were posted on the county townhouse, so that people coming and going could see them clearly. It was said that as long as one of them was caught, the county government would reward them with twenty gold yuan. Look, twenty. Ten less than what they gave me but without having to bear the reputation of being a bandit for the rest of my life. I think this business is a good deal. When they came for me, I pushed them back without thinking.

Wang Mao went home during the Chinese New Year. He didn't bring much money for his wife and children, but he brought a suitcase of plastic pieces and plexiglass hearts. He used this box of stuff to make money that others couldn't make in several years. How come Wang Mao has such great ability? 1 On the seventeenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Wang Mao came back from outside. He went out to work. He wouldn't say which city he went to or how he got a job. \

The severe heart-cutting pain suddenly went away, and the Ahan fainted again. Above him, through the thick layers of ruins, the current of the life detector is showing... The large excavator has arrived, and it can only open a way around the periphery, but it does not dare to use its shovel to dig into the piles of ruins, for fear that removing a piece of stone and wood will cause another pile of wood and stone to sink further. A People's Liberation Army member urgently reported to the company commander: "Directly ahead, under the ruins, there are signs of life!" The company commander immediately rushed over. Based on the position displayed by the life detector, the company commander once again led the soldiers and launched another operation to rescue the critically injured. "Down here... Down here! It's down here..."

In mid-autumn, the black sand on the Gobi Desert in Santang Lake is so heated by the sun that it can bake eggs and pancakes. The sweat on my body is hard to dry day and night. If I don't wipe my body for a day, my hands will rub off a layer of sludge. Located at the Laoye Temple Customs Intersection in the Santang Lake Basin, there is an old man in his eighties who wears a blue Mongolian robe and a small top hat, with a face as dark as the sand on the Gobi desert and cracked lips that bleed. He holds a wooden sign in his hand and squats under the unobstructed scorching sun every day, from morning until sunset. Written in black letters on the wooden sign: My name is Liu Wanshun, and my family originally lived in the Zhao Family Courtyard, Kuishun Lane, North Street, Hancheng North Street, Xijiang Town. In the 36th year of the Republic of China (1947), I left my hometown to Baotou while driving a camel. On the way back, I got lost in the sand and strayed into Outer Mongolia.

Yan Longgen said this: "Siyu, my soul trembles when I see you." I did not hear this directly, it was relayed by Ding Siyu. I didn't quite believe it after hearing it, because it was not only interesting, but also infinitely poetic. So I said, "You should reply to him and say, the sky is shaking, as if the air is burning." Ding Siyu said, "What did you say? Sister Yang, say it again." Ding Siyu spoke very quickly. When it's slow, it's a bit pretentious, but very gentle; when it's fast, it's like frying broad beans in an iron pot. I said: "The sky is shaking, as if the air is burning. - "Walter Defends Sarajevo," a Yugoslav film, a classic sentence! Haven't you heard it?" Ding Siyu shook his head, his eyes blank.

This book is an epoch-making masterpiece by Spanish master Cervantes, a masterpiece of realism during the Renaissance, and a bright pearl in the history of world literature. On the one hand, the protagonist Don Quixote is divorced from reality, loves fantasy, and attempts to imitate the life of a knight errant; on the other hand, he is kind-hearted and determined to eradicate evil in the world. He is a ridiculous, lamentable, sad and respectable character, and an immortal model in humor literature.

"The Moon and Sixpence" was written in 1919. In this novel, Maugham uses the first-person narrative technique to narrate the entire story. The plot of this book is based on the life of the French post-Impressionist painter Gauguin. The protagonist was originally a securities broker. In his middle age, he gave up everything and went to Tahiti in the South Pacific to live with the indigenous people, where he gained inspiration and created many artistic masterpieces. The theme of escapism revealed in the novel is consistent with the pursuit of many people in the West and has become a popular novel in the 20th century.

A few days ago, Captain Wang sent Zhang Fengxiang to take Er Lengzi and I back to the fishing village to bring back some large dragnets. Unexpectedly, we got lost in Heilinzi on the way back to Zhulaosidapaozi, and were attacked by wolves when we stayed overnight. After staying in Heilinzi for three days and four nights, we finally met up with Captain Wang and others who came to look for us, and transported the big dragnet to the destination. However, the water surface of Zhulao Si Da Paozi was really empty, and finally the net pulling team had to give up and moved to Dongda Paozi in the upper reaches of Woniu River to pull the net. The northwest wind carried snow powder and whistled continuously in the wilderness. A dozen fishermen walked along the hardened sledge marks and faced the rising sun towards the next fishing spot. These days, we have been dragging nets in Dongdapaozi on the upper reaches of Woniu River.

Hou Yanbei, formerly known as Yan Jinghan, is a professor at the School of Liberal Arts of Shaanxi Normal University. He has published many essays, poems, and novels. Published many theoretical monographs. Early in the morning, I opened the door of "Li Feihua Library" on time. As soon as the door opened, two of our loyal readers arrived. They arrived earlier than Xu Yazhen, the female librarian in charge of borrowing books. I looked at the electronic clock in the guard room. It was exactly seven-fifty. Xu Yazhen will not waste time. She has a strong sense of time and never arrives late or leaves early. There is no living room in our library, so she lives at her aunt's house which is very close to here. She often said that she must be worthy of her grandfather, and even more worthy of Grandpa Li. The rules she set for herself were to work hard without complaining, to be diligent, and to work hard. Then I cleaned the courtyard.

It's 4:30 in the morning in early winter, the agreed time. The sky was dark without moon or stars. My partner and I went to a community called "Jinshui" to pick up someone - a corpse. As usual, I respectfully placed a self-tied white paper flower in the center of the white shroud and bowed to the body. Without clasping your palms or making the sign of ten, you cannot inquire about the deceased's beliefs. This is not our business. The body was carefully lifted onto the stretcher. It's a bit heavy to carry down from the 8th floor. No stops on the way, as a rule. He didn't look sideways, even if he glanced at the residents passing by, he felt sorry for them and seemed to want to come to this house next time. Family members, relatives and friends wearing sackcloth and mourning followed behind, but there was no cry. No one cried, which felt weird.

After making an appointment with the "Wolf of the Lost Family", Han Linxia decided to go home and get money. Han Linxia went to the train station in the south of the county and asked about it. The hard-seat ticket to Guangzhou was 118 yuan. Including meals, 145 yuan was enough. She thought, it would be easy to talk about it when we get there anyway, Brother Wolf will take care of me. I still have thirty yuan on hand, so I can just go home and get another one hundred and twelve. But, how to "do" it? Han Linxia was thinking about this as soon as she rode her bicycle out of the gate of No. 5 Middle School. She first planned to ask her father explicitly, saying that she would have to pay for the college entrance examination in three days. But this method may not work, because my brother passed the exam two years ago, and my father knows that there is no need to pay anymore at this time. She then thought again and said that her living expenses had been stolen. This didn't work either. She had forgotten the fact that she only had a few dozen dollars for living expenses.

On April 2nd, the weather was surprisingly good, which always makes people want to do something fun. Three boys of about 10 years old were anxiously waiting for the arrival of someone in front of the Xingchen Internet Cafe at Daokou, Sanping City Steel Plant. There is a redbud tree at the entrance of the Internet cafe that has been beaten into disarray by frost. The dry branches on the top pointing ferociously toward the sky are like the hands of an old man without water. What is incompatible with this is that strong green leaves are growing vigorously at the junction of dead branches and trunks, like the vigorous hair of a young man. On the ring road in front of the Internet cafe are cars that can make the air very bad, and men and women wearing random clothes on the sidewalk. Obviously, the three boys were not interested in the messy scenery in front of them.

Squad leader Li Guangcai and soldier Zhao Erwa escorted Hou Yongbiao, who was dressed in civilian clothes and tied up with five-flowered clothes, to the bottom of the ditch. Li Guangcai ordered Zhao Erwa: Listen to the command and fix the bayonet! Ready for use - gun! Thrust-stab! Zhao Erwa suddenly exerted her strength and strode forward, pointed her gun and stabbed Hou Yongbiao. With a shake of her hand, the tip of the knife tilted, and the bayonet penetrated Hou Yongbiao's upper left chest and shoulder. Hou Yongbiao let out an "ouch", took two steps back and fell to the ground. He bared his teeth and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Er boy, you stabbed me when you saw it right, you are a useless thing, a loser!" Boy, like a man, come on - aim at the chest, listen to the command: one, two, three - kill - in the dark shadow, Zhao Erwa cursed loudly: Thief Biaozi, you are still talking adamantly when you are about to die, and you still don't admit your mistake!

That spring, Ronaldinho and I were quarantined for reasons well known to everyone. I went to the suburbs for work. Within two days after I came back, the area was declared an epidemic area. I became a suspicious person who had been to the epidemic area. The leader of my unit said to me nervously: "There is no way, the whole country is doing this." In the two days after returning from the epidemic area, I went to a beauty salon. It was about to get off work. I was not doing a beauty treatment, but to pick up the beauty supplies stored there. Everyone else has left, only Ronaldinho is on duty. She gave me the stuff, then hurriedly taught me how to mix the mask, and we parted ways. In fact, I had no intention of learning how to make facial masks from her at the time, I just didn't want to go against her good intentions (she was not my beautician, so of course she had no obligation to teach me). I stood there politely and listened to her explanation. Although it was only a short moment, I never thought that that short moment isolated her.

In the Depths of History "The Horizon Behind" is a novel I completed in 1997. Or perhaps out of a rebellion against previous writing inertia, this work is somewhat offbeat. First of all, I did not deliberately compile a complete story for this novel. In the traditional sense, a novel cannot be without a story. It is necessary to compile dramatic plots, to create typical characters, and so on. But compiling a story and telling a relatively complete story inevitably becomes a limitation on the narrative. The time and space in which the story takes place has certain narrative boundaries. When we serve the integrity of the story, we have to move toward narrative refinement. Instead of refinement, I subconsciously chose vulgarity almost unconsciously.

In the 1920s and 1930s, Tianjin Wei was the first flood-drought dock in China to open for trade, with merchants gathering and all industries prospering. At that time, many people from all over the country came to Tianjin Wei, and there were all kinds of people from all three religions, nine schools, five elements and eight works. No matter who it is, if you don't have two brushes and three axes in Tianjin Wei, you can't even think about getting around in this world. Therefore, old Tianjin people often tell young people: Boy, don't look for trouble. Don't look at those people on the street who crack cow hip bones, sell big pills, perform jugglers, set up stalls to tell fortunes, pull foreign carts, carry dung baskets, and pick up rags. Every one of them counts.

This was all in the mid-1990s. Memories are fragmentary, largely inaccurate, and deceptive. I dare not say that they have any significance. The first thing that comes to mind is the house, where the most important things happen. There are about ten houses of the same style adjacent to each other, seven or eight rows in front and back: four floors high, with gray cement walls, dark vermilion painted wooden doors and window frames. The alley is smooth and there is no protrusion or recess in any house. If you stand in mid-air, you will feel that the "cut edges" of this area are neat. There is a small garden at the front door of the house, with green leaves and mosses popping out from the wall, but most people come in and out through the back door. At least, that's how we are. Therefore, I am familiar with the back door of "my own" house and the front door of other people's houses. Later, my memory became dim and distorted, but I still had some impression of the green diamond-shaped pattern on the stone guardrails of the balconies on the second and third floors of other people's homes.

12 noon is the peak time for teachers and students in the school to have lunch after class. This is also the busiest time in the Price Center where restaurants are concentrated. The road leading to the library in front of us was deserted just now, but now a lot of people poured out of nowhere. Girls holding books on their chests wearing short skirts and flip-flops, carrying backpacks and riding scooters went around the bustling crowd. Boys, teachers with solemn expressions carrying black bags like civil servants, and even school staff wearing baseball caps and uniforms also came to join in the fun. They drove small battery cars slowly on the crowded road, seemingly in no hurry at all. Behind these various characters that have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, there is a library on the hillside that looks like a mushroom but is uglier than any mushroom in the world.

She is really beautiful. When I saw her for the first time, my consciousness was shocked by her. For a moment, it was completely short-circuited and blank. I didn't know where I stood or who I was. Fortunately, at this time, I looked up at the sky, which brought me back to the ground of reality. Because when I looked up like that, I found that the blue sky in western Hubei was staring at me intently. Then I woke up and realized that I was just a young man named Wu Si from a mountain village in western Hubei. Her beauty had nothing to do with me. But she was really beautiful, and I was really stunned by how beautiful she was. Although most things in our world present chaotic appearances that prevent us from seeing the truth clearly, there are very few things that can reveal their essence and allow our eyes to capture it. At that moment, we will be deeply shocked by the beauty and forget ourselves.

In the area south of our city, old houses are densely packed, like the piles of ashes left after burning straw in the fields on the outskirts of the city. But our family is an exception. It is like a mushroom growing out of straw ashes. The wild mushrooms are colorful and green, and they also emit a moist earthy smell. Colorful flowers are staged in the yard in all four seasons. In summer, two large tanks of lotus flowers sit quietly under the outer wall of the kitchen. My mother gets up at five o'clock in the summer and washes clothes in the yard. There is a maroon washboard in the big red plastic bathtub, and a pile of sweat-soaked clothes. After another overnight stay, the fermentation is completed, and the smell is choking. "Plop-plop", she was wearing faded pajamas, hunched over and sitting on a low stool, rubbing her clothes, with flesh-colored thin rubber gloves on her hands, like a doctor operating a scalpel. The lotus flower opened petal by petal beside her, until the apricot-yellow stamens popped out, but she didn't even look at it, as if holding her breath.

When the rooster crowed for the first time, Wu Yili rolled on top of the woman as usual, moved a few times, then got off and went to the toilet. Before the woman could recover, Wu Yili left her. This was just Wu Yili's way of telling her to get up and work. Her eyelids were like two magnets, trying to close together, but she knew she could never sleep again, so she pinched her butt a few times. After the butt pinching, she couldn't help but touch other parts of her body, but she couldn't do it. A big hand suddenly grabbed a lock of her hair and pulled her out of the bed. "Didn't I get up?" She shouted softly, fearing to wake up the other strength in this hand. But the strength of this hand continued unabated, leading her to the pigsty. The pigsty is integrated with the toilet. There are two pigs raised there, a trade pig (all the meat is sold for daily money), weighing more than 200 kilograms, and a New Year pig (killed for self-feeding at the end of the year), weighing only about 60 kilograms.

Sweet potato is not a sweet potato. Sweet potato is a person's nickname. This person's given name is Fang Shu. Fang Shu recently accepted a solemn task: to be the liaison officer of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection 5104 Task Force Office. I heard that this is a major case involving a certain former deputy secretary of the Municipal Party Committee of Longzhou City. This deputy secretary's surname is Niu, who is often referred to as the bull in the stock market. Deputy Secretary Niu was a political star in the province a few years ago and was highly vocal. It was rumored that he would be promoted to Municipal Party Committee Secretary. Longzhou is an important coastal open city in the province. The previous Municipal Party Committee Secretaries have all been promoted to the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee. One of them is still the Deputy Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, in charge of organization. But for some reason, he was transferred to the province, and his position was the director of the Forestry Department. It should be considered a promotion, but there were rumors that something was wrong with him. This adjustment was actually an overt promotion and a covert demotion, and his power was greatly reduced.

The wind in the twelfth lunar month is very strong, and it makes my face numb and skin-breaking. There was no work in the fields, and the women stayed at home all day mending, washing, cooking, and cooking. The men had no time to spare. They were all sent by the captain to dig rivers and dams at the water conservancy construction site. After breakfast that day, Li wanted to settle the child at his parents-in-law's house. He took out a few eggs from the jar and carefully put them into his cloth pocket. She took off her scarf from the clothesline, bandaged her face, picked up her cloth bag and went out. There is no market today, but Li Xiang must go to the street. The salt shaker at home was empty, and the rice was so bland that she couldn't eat it. She had to go to the streets to exchange for salt. The eggs were laid by the two little hens in the family. They have been hiding them for a long time, and the whole family is not willing to eat them. Li Xiang originally wanted to raise a few more chickens. With the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, needles, thread, and brains provided by the chickens, he would not have to worry.

April is the cruelest month. Lilacs grow from the dead land, mixed with memories and desires, and let the spring rain stir up dull roots. --Elliot's "The Wasteland" Zhang Zichuan's posture when he jumped up and raised his hand to shoot was so graceful that it almost fascinated Xu Yi. Xu Yi stared at him blankly, her eyes following him like crazy. When he stepped under the basket, he felt his breathing was tight and he was about to feel dizzy. Shao Siqi next to her said, Hey, beauty, you have gone too far, your mouth is drooling! Xu Yi came back to his senses slightly and said, "What's the matter? I just admire him!" Let me tell you, I like Zhang Zichuan, don't steal it from any of you!

Xiong'er Mountain has a radius of several hundred miles. The mountains are high and the forests are dense, and there are tigers, leopards and beards. Xiong'er Mountain has thousands of springs and streams. Thousands of springs and streams flow out of Xiong'er Mountain and into the Great Plains to form a clear river meandering eastward. The Xiaoqing River heading east has many twists and turns. There is a large stone bridge on the river about ten miles away from Xiong'er Mountain. The bluestone on the large stone bridge has two deep ruts, which were crushed by merchant vehicles traveling from north to south over the years. Next to the big stone bridge and on the south bank of the Xiaoqing River is Chenzhuang Village. Chenzhuangzhai is the largest village in a radius of more than ten miles. It is surrounded by Daliuzhuang, Xiaoli Village, Zhangzhuang, He Village, Xiaowangzhuang... Chenzhuangzhai has a dense population. A north-south street connecting the big stone bridge was a mile long, and the street was wide enough for three carriages to run side by side, so it became a large market with a radius of more than ten miles. The market in Chenzhuangzhai is open on even days.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, he got on a bus. That bus leads to Taiping Road. His purpose for the day was still to get there. However, the car had only driven a few stops, and when it was still a long way from Taiping Road, he got out of the car and was led by his own figure towards Beishan Square. Several kites dotted the sky with sparse cloud shadows above the square, like circling birds. The snow that had been cleared earlier was piled up around the square, but now most of it has melted away, leaving traces of water on the stone pavement of the square, making it wet. Before going out, the bright sunshine outside the window made me feel extremely warm. In fact, it turned out to be a false impression. Especially as soon as he entered Beishan Square, the cold wind hit him hard, making his whole body feel chilly and he shrank his neck. He carefully avoided the ripples of water on the ground and looked for the people flying kites in the center of the square.