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Bian Jieying was completely stunned. The deputy secretary of the Party Committee of Tangtang Town led the working team to visit Bao Dawang. The team worked for a long time but failed to do anything. The work in the village was poor, and the backwardness has not changed at all. Returning to town in disgrace, he plunged into his office and bedroom and did not leave for three days. Sick. Disciplinary inspection committee member Xi Yang pulled He Yuliang away, and the two of them squatted under Bian Jieying's window sill and chatted. "Xiao He, our reformer is back. Why don't you have any good experience to pass on to us?" "What a damn reformer!" He Yuliang snorted, "He keeps talking about reform and reform, but he changes himself by changing it again and again!" "After all, it's so young. If things in the countryside are so simple, it seems like people like us only know how to drink!"

Factory director Xia Dacheng was so happy that he failed to acquire Da Guangming with ulterior motives. At the same time, he repeatedly thought about how to explain it to his superiors. Daguangming Construction Machinery Factory is a medium-sized state-owned enterprise with more than 1,200 employees. Due to poor performance, its employees are in arrears with wages for 11 months. Xia Dacheng became the director of the factory purely by chance. His former factory director Liu Weimin said that he went abroad for inspection, and all the factory employees raised more than 30 million yuan to build houses and settled in an island country in Australia. This really made matters worse, and the whole factory was suddenly in chaos. So the 32-year-old Xia Dacheng, who was the chief of the technical section, was picked out to be the factory director. Xia Dacheng has a master's degree in mechanical manufacturing, and his technology is top-notch in the factory.

On the first day of school, in order to send off the intellectual youth who went to the mountains and countryside, the school required us to dress uniformly. So, we all wore white shirts and blue pants, the boys wore white sneakers, and the girls wore gangster strap-on shoes with white edges. We had bright red scarves flying on our chests and colorful flags in our hands. If you look carefully, you will find that my sneakers are whiter than others - much whiter. Because by this time, I already knew how to make my sneakers look as white as snow. Others apply shoe powder to their sneakers. They mix dry shoe powder with water, mix it into a thin consistency, and apply it on the uppers of the shoes. But shoe powder has its own problems. If it is applied thinly, it will not be white. If it is applied thickly, it will easily fall off. I also applied shoe powder, but I mixed the shoe powder with a "secret weapon".

There was a wolf howling outside the window! Where did the wolf howl come from in broad daylight? My wife muttered to herself. The plot in the book clung to my attention, and I couldn't be distracted or distracted. My wife is often like this. While working, he keeps mumbling, as if talking to himself. In fact, my wife has a history of being frightened by wild wolves and is almost on the verge of a mental breakdown, so I don't dare to take it lightly. I was stuck in a big thick book, stuck in the deep snow nest described in the book, reading Jiang Rong's "Wolf Totem" with a heavy heart. I can't help but sigh, wolf! Hey! What an elfin beauty! Why! Lao Pai, hey Lao Pai, hey-lao-pai! Are you really deaf? My wife's roar finally called me back from the book. Looking at the kitchen knife shining in her hand, I didn't know why. I couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

The young female worker Jiang Lanlan and her Chinese-Russian mixed-race boyfriend fought all the way under the influence of the commodity tide. They were determined to change the current situation of poverty and regain the style of the Russian aristocracy. However, they unexpectedly fell into a strange circle of fate. The sacred virgin land, the daughter's grave during the full moon, the fugitive who was about to be released but suddenly escaped from prison - all this stems from an ancient spell... (The book is 250,000 words, the first five chapters are excerpted.) Just after the Spring Festival of 1997, an unusual thing happened in the northern city where I lived. The city-famous Lembeng Building adjacent to Jiangdao suddenly closed down half a month after its opening ceremony. The whereabouts of the female general manager are unknown, and her life and death are unknown. For love and justice? For money and debt? Did he abscond with the money or was he kidnapped? No one knows.

After a 50cm-thick snowstorm in mid-February, Toronto's strong winter has finally lost its momentum and the weather has slowly become milder. One morning in early March, I stood at the window of my study and looked at the back garden. I noticed that the thick snow on the roof of my neighbor's house had melted, leaving only a thin layer. The originally soft snow now showed ice crystals, and gurgling snowmelt water began to flow from the bottom. Those branches are already turning green, and their buds have quietly sprouted even in the harsh winter. In a month or so, the ice and snow will disappear, tulips and daffodils will be the first to bloom, and then apple blossoms, elderflowers, Japanese cherry blossoms will bloom quietly, and the streets in our area will be surrounded by clusters of flowers vying to appear first. It has been more than ten years since I settled in Canada.

In the spring of 1645, Xiangyang City, a prosperous place in Hubei Province. There is an antique treasure shop at the east end of the main street in the city. The shop is gorgeous. Several tall and large mahogany treasure shelves display antiques, including ceramics, gold and silver, and even bronze. They are of different shapes and colors. It is really a dazzling array. There are also several tall drawers, which must be filled with small pieces of antique jewelry. The store name is "Jubao". The owner's surname is Jiang, and his name is Shixian. Jiang Shixian's eyebrows are as black as ink, and his piercing eyes can see into the subtleties, showing not only majesty but also spirit. He is dressed richly but not vulgarly, and is both literary and martial. If you hear Jiang Shixian's words, you will see that he is even more shrewd and extraordinary. Jiang Shixian came to Xiangyang to open a shop only a few years ago, but everyone in Xiangyang city was well-known to the wealthy gentry and powerful officials. Because of his generosity, he often made friends with him.

This time, Uncle Pan is really dead. When Uncle Pan was about to die for the first time, I was not yet alive. Many times, either after drinking or not drinking, my father said sincerely: "In the light of the Great Leap Forward, four or two meters a day, two taels of oil a month, where is enough to eat? Your little uncle Pan and I were together in the most difficult times. In the paper mill, we are no longer together. We have to work night shifts. Night shifts are hard. We have to do incredible things. If we don't eat, we can't bear it. Hungry. I made an appointment with your little uncle Pan, and he would give me 20 meters as a midnight snack. If he worked the night shift, I would give him 20 meters as a midnight snack. When someone saw us kissing, they said, "One's surname is Yu, and the other's surname is Pan. We don't believe in it."

The remote Zhanggou Village suddenly became lively. A deputy secretary came from the county party committee. The deputy secretary is a woman and wears a pair of wide-rimmed black-rimmed glasses. People in the village privately call her the "four-eyed secretary." To be honest, I am the inventor of this nickname. I had just turned nine that year and was in the second grade at Zhanggou Village Primary School. "Secretary Four Eyes" led a huge team with more than a dozen small cars. However, the road from Zhanggou Village to the outside of the mountain is not easy to walk. It has to make five or six turns on the mountain. There were heavy rains a few days ago, causing many landslides and making it impossible for cars to pass in some places. The long motorcade led by the "Four-Eyed Secretary" could only stop halfway up the mountainside outside the village. She led the group of people on an arduous trek for more than half an hour before reaching Zhanggou Village. There is a stone mill under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, which the production team used to grind flour in the past.

"He Bei, He Bei. Ah, He Bei, where are you? He Bei?" He called me again, and his voice sounded like it came from the ground, very far away. Did I hear it wrong? Or is he unable to find me, unable to get out of Qingfengling Ridge, and trapped by the snake tree? I shouted: "Okay, Xiaohai, wait for me, I'm coming." I looked in the direction of the sound. He must be regretting it to death now. Why did he go back to Qingfengling? I said that there is a large snake tree surrounding Qingfengling. If you get stuck in it, you will never come out. He didn't believe it and asked me, "How did you get through it?" "Yeah, I just got through it when I wanted to." He stared into my eyes.

Chen Qi had several dreams during the night, but when he woke up, he didn't remember any of them. Chen Qiyi was still trying hard to recall his dreams at night, hoping to recall what he had started. At this time, Wang Biao yelled at a large truck directly in front of him: "This blind bastard!" Then he quickly pressed the horn. The silence was broken like this. Everyone woke up from their sluggish thoughts and stretched their heads to look at this huge creature blocking the middle of the road. It stood impartially in the middle of the road without any argument and allowed others to slander and frame it. The rain was falling weakly, and a few large gray stones were exposed on the road. The uneven dirt road was littered with wet cinders. "What should we do?" Wang Biao looked at Chen Qiyi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and asked for his opinion.

The Japanese invaders have recently intensified their military attacks against the Japanese armed forces. The situation in Godashan that has been relatively peaceful in the past few years may no longer be sustainable. In the past few days, Luo Hongzhe has been receiving reports continuously. A plan for a joint Japanese-Puppet attack on the mountain has been drawn up. The sky above Goda Mountain is covered with clouds, and a mountain rain is about to come. Judging from the current situation between the enemy and ourselves, it is not a problem for the defense on the mountain to withstand the attack of 180 people. What makes Luo Hongzhe worried is that this battle has been won. What about the next battle? Who can guarantee that this local team can win without being arrogant and lose without being discouraged? After all, these are originally a group of "bearded men" who are unjust and unscrupulous. That wasn't the only thing that bothered him - maybe it was because things had gone so smoothly in Liaoshan over the past few years that Fang Hanchao gradually developed a sense of arrogance and laziness.

Yu Ma, who has worked as a domestic helper in a single house for more than 50 years, the first thing she must do every morning is to prepare beauty products for the two old ladies in the single house. It is very simple. Break 6 eggs, put them in two bowls, gently remove the yolks, leaving only the egg whites, and let them swim in the bowls. After that, Yu Ma goes shopping for groceries, snacks, and walks around the streets. Yu Ma should be said to be a bit old. She came to Shanghai from her hometown in Shaoxing, Zhejiang Province when she was 16 years old. To make a living, in a flash, she was over 70 years old. In this old single house, she handed over her foreseeable life as a helper, which made many neighbors who were familiar with Yu Ma marvel. Now there are only two old sisters left in the old single house. The elder sister is Shan Lichang, who is 75 years old, and the younger sister is Shan Bixian, who is 73 years old. They are a pair of half-sisters. Of course, the mysterious story of the entire family will inevitably be shrouded in their heads.

I finally got permission to spend the night at my aunt's house. My aunt is not my biological aunt, but my mother's best friend, but I feel closer to her than my mother. As for my aunt's husband, the man I call my uncle, I don't compare him with my father. The reason is that my father's status in the family is too high. He has become a symbol, just like the painting in the main hall of our house, which only governs our spirit and never interferes with our daily life.

Slender face seems to have a strong sense of justice. Even if it was an afterthought to correct the news that had nothing to do with him, he would express his resentment by saying a few words of indignation on behalf of the wronged party. If he encounters any injustice in his life, he will dwell on it for a long time until the problem is solved, or he will dwell on it until the problem is solved, and he will talk about it every now and then, like an ulcer that will never heal. As long as he doesn't drink, Xian Lian'er is definitely a normal person. It's just that his eyes are a little wandering and gray, and he often stares at the same thing in a daze. For an impatient person, this is somewhat a sign of a split personality. His abnormalities are basically caused by drinking. Xian Lian'er doesn't drink much. Even if he likes to drink, he only drinks two or three taels.

Bao Gu wants to transfer his son from the rural primary school in his hometown in northern Shaanxi to a key primary school in the provincial capital. He thought to himself arrogantly, I have everything now, and I want my child to go to a prestigious school! However, he knew that it must be very difficult! But he must grit his teeth and charge forward! Although he was fully mentally prepared, he still did not expect that what he was about to experience was not a 100-meter sprint, but a marathon that constantly challenged his endurance and courage, and it was also a tug-of-war! However, he had no choice but to look back, he had no way out! It was already early July, and after some careful and detailed research, Baogu and his family finally found out which is the most prestigious primary school in the provincial capital - Changhong Primary School! People habitually call it "long and small".

Turning into a familiar alley, a black shadow like a black iron tower flashed out. Sima Botao, the president of the First Civil Division of the Sanping Court, was slightly startled and couldn't help but straighten his back. When he saw the slightly coquettish figure flashing out from behind the black shadow like a black iron tower, he quickly sorted out the suspicions in his heart, and in a blink of an eye, he had the standard expression of a civil court president. Afterwards, Sima Botao quietly smiled with an unknown meaning under the lights of the old streets and alleys late at night, and said emphatically, "What are you going to do?" President Sima, I have no other intention, I just want you to listen to a story. Listen to a story? It's half past eleven at night. The figure of Black Iron Tower took a step closer, with a somewhat ferocious expression on his bearded face.

As the weather warms, there is more work in the fields. Speaking of which, it just so happened that that day, when Wang Laowu was about to go out to the fields, he was blocked by a group of people in the yard. Wang Laowu didn't know these people, so he didn't look at anyone. He just said, "I want to go to the fields. There is a lot of work waiting in the fields!" He wanted to break out, but there was no gap to get through, so he went to the left; those people went to the left, he went to the right, and those people went to the right. Those people became a tight wall, and he could not find an opening no matter what. Wang Laowu said, what are you doing? What are you doing? They were said to be a group of people, but they were actually five men, all of whom were tall and stout. Two of them were not stout, and one was carrying a leather bag. At first glance, they were from the government and were eating from the government.

This is the second time Liao Xia has been to Shen Kun's house. The last time she came was about a month after her sister Liao Hong left here two weeks ago. "Brother Shen, my sister left your house in the end, but there has been no news yet," Liao Xia said with a frown, "You said where can I look for you if I don't come to you?" "Liao Xia, I understand what you mean, but..." Shen Kun spread his hands, "She told us that she quit, and then packed her things. She just left, and she didn't say where she was going. You said..." "She has been working as a nanny in your family for almost three years. According to her, she has always had a good relationship with you. Why did she leave just like that?" Liao Xia seemed a little incomprehensible, "And she left without knowing her whereabouts?" "This..." Shen Kun couldn't say anything for a moment.

The novel describes an unbearable life during the Great Leap Forward era, and portrays Huang Lili, a distorted character in the ultra-left era. It has distinctive characteristics of the times and local characteristics. The folk taboos about black-necked cranes and descriptions of Feng Shui add to the mystery of Chinese folk culture. Huang Lili led Lu Sen and Wang Aosan out of the village and strode towards the west of the village, looking decisive and firm. In the deserted and thin clouds, a few shrill crane calls were like a sharp knife, slicing through the back of Wang Aisan's head. Wang Aisan trembled, jumped over, grabbed the horse driver Lu Sen's back collar, and whispered, "Wait for me, wait for me."

She doesn't answer the phone when she's resting at home. She always lets the answering machine speak, using her fairly standard English: This is Yaquin and Yu Fang, I'm sorry, we can't answer because we have something to do, please leave a message... Although she has nothing to do. Of course, sometimes she has to make some chocolate chip cookies for her girls, or scrub down the already pristine stairs. Only in those moments does she think of herself. Yu Fang has just turned thirty-five. Once she was walking through a shopping mall and saw herself in the store mirror and felt that she was very old. Although her Canadian colleagues always say that she still looks like a girl, she knows that she is old at heart. She didn't walk so slowly before, and her eyes weren't so glazed over. It was a typical Canadian winter afternoon.

Gambler Feng Shan vowed not to gamble anymore and went to Erlong Mountain to become a bandit. He led his brothers to ambush the Japanese convoy and robbed two barrels of bacteria. The Kwantung Army headquarters ordered the top officer of the Japanese army in Erlongshan Town to recapture the bacteria within seven days. As a result, a bet between Feng Shan and the Japanese started in Erlong Mountain. Did the Japanese win back the bacteria? Feng Shan ambushed the Japanese convoy and did not expect to encounter Huai. Huai was the captain of the Japanese gendarmerie stationed in Erlongshan Town. Feng Shan had known about it for a long time; but what he didn't expect was that he would collide head-on with Huai on the Japanese mountain road passing through Dajingou. Feng Shan and his brothers had been in ambush on the mountain road of Dajingou for two days and one night. The sky is overcast and windy, from the north, as hard as a knife.

Xia Tainai is sick. She doesn't rush early or late. It's a busy day when the wheat is falling. When Tianjin enters the end of the fourth lunar month, it becomes hotter every day. Three hot southeasterly winds blew over, and the wheat on the ground became ripe as soon as it "cracked". The wheat stalks faded green and turned yellow from top to bottom, becoming translucent and the originally dense wheat suddenly appeared sparse. The ears of wheat bloomed, bright red like ears of fire, precipitated, and solidified motionless in the wind. At night, when the villagers were sleeping on their beds, the aroma of ripe wheat rushed towards them through broken windows and doors, shaking them in waves, making the villagers sleep uneasy. Working in the field, grinding sickles, repairing plows and harrows... These farm work that had been piled up for half a year suddenly grew a big mouth, shouting "Ouch, Ouch", urging the villagers to work day and night. Nothing can be done carelessly. It can't be pulled down either.

When the dark earth is about to wake up, the boundless rice seedlings ripple with continuous fine waves, which is the last cool blow of the night wind. The dark blue sky was filled with silver-nail-like constellations, and a black bird flew across it, leaving an uneasy quacking sound. Zhu San heard the murmur of the earth before dawn. He was awakened from his dream. He pushed open the crooked wooden door. The dark earth turned over. Zhu San held a strong thing under his abdomen. The turbid and warm trickle drew a curve from the lower abdomen. Zhu San shivered and felt himself falling into the cold water. He opened his eyes, and the dark green paddy fields lay across his eyes, as if they were growing in his eyes. The white mist is still hidden in the rice fields, and the night is also hidden in the rice fields. Ina Miao raised her arms forcefully, like a primary school student doing gymnastics, one team after another. There is a small river at your feet.

The mother cried and said loudly, Ershun, they are going to burn you to death, why don't you run away! He was so distraught that he had no time to put on his clothes, threw off the quilt, jumped up and ran outside. He found many people chasing him. Those people were all from Xiama Village, including men, women, adults, and children. Even Hu Cui's father was scolding and chasing him with blood-red eyes. They all held hoes, poles and sticks in their hands and roared. The roar tore through the sky, shook the earth, and filled the air with murderous intent. He panicked like a lost dog and ran as fast as he could, but he couldn't move forward no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't run fast. He gasped for air and was extremely flustered.

The sign above the lintel reads "Zhou Fun without Limits". At first glance, I thought it was an entertainment venue. A door opened from a back wall used to be a row of offices of the town's tax office. The tax office and the court jointly built an office building and rented out all the bungalows facing the street. All four tenants opened stores. Zhou Le also sold groceries at first, but one day Zhou Le creatively placed medicines among the groceries. Zhou Le is the son of Mr. Zhou, the janitor of the hospital. Zhou Le went to medical school for two years and dares to treat any disease. However, there has never been any trouble so far. If anything goes wrong, the hospital is directly opposite the pharmacy. You can cross it in a few steps. You also know that nowadays, when you go to the hospital to see a doctor, all your organs must be checked. People on the small streets would rather go to Zhou Le to try their luck first, try to cure, and then go to the hospital if it doesn't work.

The cadres of the agency were adjusted, and Youbude was transferred out of the administrative office to work in the supervision office. Wen Jiajia was appointed deputy director of the administrative office and director of the office in ancient cities. No matter how other people talk about this matter, Ubud thinks clearly and clearly: First, he has no background, second, he has no backing, he doesn't enter the temple, he doesn't burn incense, and he just wants to make God lose weight, how can he succeed? Also, who doesn't know that Ye Guihua made a scene in front of the company, which was embarrassing and immoral? It is unrealistic to say that it has no impact on me at all. Since there is no chance of promotion, and he is already a senior, there is no point in holding the position of secretary and doing the work of young people. It would be better to leave the administrative office and come to the unattended supervision room to relax and feel at ease. It doesn't matter whether Wen Jiajia forgives herself or not. She is the director of the office and lives in the city and will not come back. Occasionally I would go back to the company and if I bumped into someone, I would lower my head and pass by as if I didn't know anyone at all. When people get together, whether it's kindness or resentment, let the past go!

Chang Shengguo, male, born in March 1963, is a contracted writer with the Shaanxi Provincial Writers Association and chairman of the Suide County Writers Association. So far, he has published more than 1 million words of novels, essays, reportage and other works. His representative works include the novel "Sansanlipu", the novella "Folk Song" and "The King's Last Compassion", and the short stories "My Mother" and "Rising Along the Scaffolding", etc. His novella "Hidden Gun" was shortlisted for the 6th Lu Xun Literary Award, and his novel "Sansanlipu" was shortlisted for the 3rd Liu Qing Literary Award. A guest from the south asked Yang Erdan: "I heard that people there live in caves! Right?" Yang Erdan replied: "It's not a cave, it's a cave dwelling." "Yes! It's called a cave dwelling. How were cave dwellings made?" It's a long story.

First of all, let me solemnly state that don't get me wrong. Uncle Hai is not a professional cattle farmer. He only raises one cow every year. The purpose of raising this cow is to earn a calf, which can be taken to the market in the next spring and exchanged for a heavy load of notes. Of course, this will not make you rich or successful. Coupled with his wife's troubles, he suffered from hemiplegia three years ago. He was unable to work and had to take medicine to maintain his health. Therefore, Uncle Hai often lamented that it would be difficult to achieve a well-off life in this life. Others advised him that life would be full of grass and trees, jumping, walking, lying down, but in the end it would be the same, with a piece of earthen bread on his body. Take a look at your wife. She is leaning on a cane and swaying step by step. No matter whether there is someone or no one in front of her, many or few people, big or small, she is always nodding and swaying with a smile on her face.

A small steamer from the Heilongjiang River Defense Fleet of the Puppetry of Manchukuo meanders up the Noro River. The sky is blue, the sun is high, and there is only a thin smoke-like cloud in the distant mountains. Hino Takeo, the major general of the mixed brigade stationed in Sanjiang Province in the Second Military District of the Puppet Manchukuo, stood on the front deck, wearing white gloves on both hands, holding a command knife that was hammered to the ground. The black soot from the chimney hung on his eyebrows and his small mustache. Hino Takeo's entourage, one is the colonel of the Sanjiang Provincial Guards of the Japanese Kwantung Army, one is a puppet Manchurian officer under his subordinates, the other is a military pigeon correspondent, and nine Japanese and Manchurian soldiers serving as guards are dozing tiredly in the cabin. At around 7 o'clock in the morning, they set off from Dong'an Town at the confluence of the Noro River and the Ussuri River and had been sailing continuously for more than four hours. Hino Takeo has been standing like this.

Wang Huaiyu, male, born in 1966. Graduated from the Chinese Department of Northeast Normal University. Studied in the second advanced seminar class of Lu Xun Institute of Literature. Member of Chinese Writers Association. Began writing novels in 1988. He has published novels in "Writer" and "October". So far, he has published the novel "Drifting Across the City" and "The King on Horseback"; he has published two collections of short stories and short stories "Family Epidemic" and "Urban Pigeons". His novels have won the "Jilin Provincial Government Changbai Mountain Literary Award", "Jilin Literature Award", "Changchun Literature Award" and other awards, and have been selected by "Novel Monthly", "Novel Selections" and other publications more than ten times. Many works have been selected into annual novel selections and high-quality collections. The novel "What Happened in the Park" has been selected into university reading textbooks. Other works have been translated into English, French and other languages ​​and introduced abroad. Jilin Provincial Literary Creation Center employs writers. He is currently the deputy director of Jilin Provincial Museum of Mass Art, and the president and editor-in-chief of "Shenhua" magazine. Near noon, my eldest brother called me from their newspaper office and told me: "Our second uncle came from the country."

The meeting of middle-level cadres of South China Machinery Factory ended in less than an hour. The content of the meeting was just one - reducing staff and increasing efficiency. For the first time, the factory director promoted democracy and ordered that the department head should have full authority to handle the matter, otherwise he would be dismissed without mercy. Cui Dacheng, the director of the metalworking workshop, hurried back to the workshop with his head lowered. As soon as I stepped through the door, I was immediately surrounded by workers, all clamoring to find out what the meeting was about.

Bai Guangguang, male, contemporary writer. He began publishing novels in 1980 and has published more than five million words. Nearly one hundred novels have been selected and published by "Selected Novels" and "Novel Monthly". More than 200,000 words have been translated into English, French, Japanese and Russian and introduced abroad. Published eleven novels including "Female Butterfly". Some novels have been adapted into film and television works. Won more than a dozen domestic awards of various kinds. Since 1998, more than ten short stories and short stories have been included in the annual novel selection edited by the Chinese Writers Association. The 2007 short story "A Mule Named Gu Sanzhong" was included in the rankings. He is now a professional writer, editor-in-chief of a magazine, and a member of the Chinese Writers Association. Kezi community is very famous in Fucheng. According to the "Fuyuan County Chronicle" of Fucheng (Fucheng was originally called Fuyuan County), there was Kezi first and then Fucheng.

When the train reached Jiangcun, there was no path it took, so we had to walk by ourselves. The adults all went to help my mother, but my second uncle refused to let me go. No one except my brother and I was allowed to get close to my mother. Mom was like a ball of lean meat without bones, piled on the back of a skinny gray donkey by her second uncle. The second uncle supported my mother with one hand, lifted the reins with the other hand and put it into my mother's hand and said, sister, sit still and hold the reins tightly. The mother lowered her head and said nothing, and the reins were hung loosely under the donkey's neck. Just as the second uncle was about to let go, the mother slipped down. The adults couldn't hold it back, so they all came to help. The second uncle was anxious, yelled at the people, jumped on the donkey's back and hugged his mother. We're on our way. No one cared about my brother and I. We all circled around to protect the skinny donkey who was hunching over our mother and second uncle. I took my brother's hand and followed the donkey without saying a word.

For a while, many talented people left our city. These people were all ordinary before they left our city, and some were not even ordinary, because the word "ordinary" has an elegant meaning, and it is easy to join hands with "great" to form a complex sentence. It is best to say that these people are "mediocre" at work and at home. They rarely show their faces in public. They often appear in the vegetable market with some embarrassment. At home, there are also those who cook because they have too much salt and too little oil. Some of them are forced to surrender. There are also a few of them who can only sit on the edge of the chair during meetings - but they all suddenly become capable people, making it easy for our city to fall into the past in the midst of stupefaction, and make our thoughts blurred and uncomfortable in the memory.

His hair is white, his beard is white, his eyebrows are white, and his figure is not upright. There is always a smile on his thin and hearty face. The smile is like a printmaker fixing it on a wooden board with a carving knife, and the lines are as clear as the blue sky after being washed by the spring rain. He is my grandfather Feng Gongde. Grandfather's smile is similar to that of a baby: simple, innocent, natural, lacking in decoration and connotation. My grandfather's longevity seems to be rooted in his unrestrained smile. His life is as tenacious and spirited as his smile. My grandfather's life was not easy. But he survived and became the last landowner in our village.

People flowed out of Taocheng Station, scattering in all directions with a crash, like a bucket of water poured into a river, and it was no longer clear which water was in the original bucket. The sky above Taocheng was cloudy, and the clouds seemed to be enchanted, moving low and slowly. My feet stepped on the hard urban land, but I felt like I was floating on the boundless sea. My body was ups and downs, and the long breathing of the sea was in my ears. This strange hallucination destroyed the judgment I had accumulated for eighteen years. Taocheng, as a city, had such great prestige that it made me as small as a grain of dust. When I later left Taocheng, this feeling came again unexpectedly. Yes, at that time I firmly believed that I was a grain of dust, not even a drop of water. While I was standing in Taocheng Square, facing the city and feeling overwhelmed, my companion Hongqing was excited. The square drawing board was attached to Hongqing's thin back, making Hongqing look strange.

In the remote town of O'Connor, a group of poor villagers are eager to buy a chicken farm and use it as a barn. They tried their best to raise money and finally decided to go to the bank for a loan. Unfortunately, they ran into the country's protective financial policy and two bad guys who knew the policy in advance but conspired to enrich themselves. Not only did they not get the loan, but the money deposited in the bank also fell into the hands of the bad guys. These villagers could not get their money back, so they spent three years working together to get their money back on "Power Plant Night".

In the early years of the Republic of China, when Zhang Zuolin was still the king of the Northeast, there really was a man named Song Laosan in the Northeast. However, this Song Laosan did not live in Fengtian City, but in a village called Lishugou in Ning'an County, Jilin Province at that time (now in Ning'an County, Mudanjiang District, Heilongjiang Province). The village of Lishugou is close to Jingbo Lake. Since the valleys in this area are full of pear trees, the name of the village is Lishugou. Even though Lishugou is a rural village deep in the mountains, it gathers families from 58 counties in six provinces. Song Laosan's family is one of them.

Bai Baiguang, male, writer from Liaoning. He began publishing novels in 1980, and has published more than 4 million words of short stories and short stories so far, with millions of words reprinted in various domestic selected journals. He has published six novels, and 11 novels have been translated and introduced abroad in English, French, Spanish, Japanese, and other languages. His works have won many awards domestically. Some works have been adapted into films. Luo Jiang killed a dog named Huang Pizi in the backyard of his thatched house. Luo Jiang's legs and feet were not very agile. His left leg was born with polio, which was much thinner and shorter than his right leg. When he tied up Huangpizi, he fell down twice and was bitten by Huangpizi. Luo Jiang went crazy all of a sudden. He hung the dog up, hit the dog on the head with a stick, shattered the dog's skull, and then bled the dog. He kept cursing.

Of course, I didn't dare to take the main road because I was afraid of meeting someone I knew. When it was almost dark, the village party members who had had dinner went to the stall at the door to sprinkle cold water, set up bamboo beds and chairs, and grab cattail fans. Feather-like fire clouds spread across the sky, getting darker and darker, and there were basically no people on the rural road. The two young men avoided the village like thieves. They bypassed the embankment, got into the grass, and waded through the forks of the lake. They took the uninhabited path and ran away. Run away from that ghost place called Huxiangpo. The faster you run, the better, and the further you run, the better. The key problem is that carrying a baggage on one's shoulders is too conspicuous. After the troupe left, Yujiafang returned to its previous lifelessness and boredom. When the two of them escaped from the ancestral hall, they saw a few idle and worried people who still wanted to watch a show like brainless dogs.

"Lu Lin, it has been sixteen years since I started my business in Shenzhen. Now I have finally set up my own factory. You have to help me!" The burly and wealthy boss Wu Neng actually complained in front of the petite and thin college student. "Director Wu, how can I help you?" Lu Lin remembered that when she first arrived in Guangzhou, Director Wu asked to buy her clothes, saying that we should not look too shabby when discussing business with merchants. This is strange - how can business discussions be linked to people's clothes? Lu Lin couldn't understand. "You should treat my factory as your factory, my business as your business, and you can also treat me as your family. In this way, you will always consider me, and you will have many good ideas for me."

My hometown is in the Daba Mountain area surrounded by peaks in northeastern Sichuan. The mountain we settled on is called Laojun Mountain. The village hangs on the mountainside, more than a thousand meters above sea level. There is a mighty river at the foot of the mountain, and across the river is Yanghou Mountain. Xu Zhaohui's home is in the belly of Yanghou Mountain, where there is a village primary school called Shichuan Primary School. Her father became a teacher after being demobilized from the army, but he did not teach in Shichuan. Instead, he was sent to Anzisi Primary School in our village as the principal. Standing on the playground of Anzi Temple, you can see the bamboo forest in front of Principal Xu's house, and you can also see the smoke rising from his cooking stove. But if you want to go back, you have to walk a "U" shape from beginning to end, which takes more than half a day. There is a folk song circulating in the local area: "The two families are separated by a river. If you want to go over and kiss each other, don't be afraid of breaking your feet." Principal Xu's family is very poor. According to the villagers, they are so poor that they "lick their feet."

Nuse is an English word, which translates into Chinese as nurse. The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau has created the hard work and simplicity of the plateau people, and also nurtured the unique life of the plateau people. Tianlu Nuse uses their wisdom and talent to compose ordinary songs of life on this thousand-mile Qinghai-Tibet line, and also composes moving songs of angels. --This novel is dedicated to the sisters fighting on the road to heaven. Xiaolin woke up before seven o'clock. She sat up, put the pillow behind her back and half leaned on the bed, then opened a corner of the curtain and looked out the window. It was still dark, and it was pitch black outside the car window. She couldn't see anything clearly. Only the sound of the train "bang, bang, bang" hit her eardrums, and she couldn't help but think of some things and people.

About ten miles away from the east gate of City C, there are lush trees and tall buildings. This is Buffalo Town. A country road carefully made of cement firmly connects it to the neighboring city C. Every day, cars of all kinds drive on this road. Even the people who work hard in the fields are used to seeing this, and they happily believe that this is a sign of the prosperity of the local area. In the circular garden square at the entrance to the town stands a sculpture of a buffalo, the work of a true artist. The huge black buffalo is heavy and majestic. It not only raises its head high into the sky, but also protects the countryside, arousing countless beautiful and powerful emotions in the hearts of the villagers. One afternoon in the year and month of 199 AD, the sculpture buffalo witnessed a catastrophe from a high position: Many people came from nowhere in trucks, carrying hoists and professional lifting workers, and drove into the printing factory named after "Buffalo" on the edge of the square.

Captain Qin Qingliang stood at the head of the excavation. The smell of alcohol came out of his mouth and nostrils. The fresh wind was blowing everywhere, making him unsteady. He held on to the rock formation and spat and said: These mules in the Technical Department are working hard. Sometimes they open their mouths from below, and sometimes they open their mouths from above. The measuring tape is stretched like a dead snake. I really don't know what the use of Hongqi Coal Mine is to spend so much money to raise them. The dicks of mules are just decorations. The captain was wearing canvas overalls, washed white. After scolding the technician, his eyes were bloodshot, and then he scolded us lazy bitches. If we continue like this, we will have to get up earlier to burn the snakes to death and eat them. A group of niggas were so angry that they lowered their heads in their crotches. Only my father stood beside the captain with a smile on his face. Although he is my father, I still have to say that his smile is uglier than his cry.

Many people think that time is always fair, but this is not the case. At the same time, some people are growing up and some are getting older. Yu Guangming always thought that he was advancing with the times, at least he did not admit that he was lagging behind. He regards his maturity as "growth". He remembered how happy he was when he learned that his nephew from the countryside had been admitted to college. He told almost everyone he met that his nephew was admitted to college. Almost everyone in the entire agency knows. Even one day when he was walking in the government compound, someone who was not very familiar with him asked: "Lao Yu, has your nephew been admitted to college?" It can be seen that Lao Yu's propaganda has been widespread. "You blow it every day, every day, and people all over the world know it."

They all praised me for being a striver and not a simple person, saying that I started from a small town and traveled all the way across states and counties to the provincial capital. When I turned 40, everyone had settled down and started planning for retirement, but I once again packed up my backpack and rushed to the big cities where young people had fled. I acquiesced to these compliments out of pride, even though I knew I was nothing more than a broken loser. The more you fail, the farther away you become. Those lame dogs whose coats are bitten and mottled always walk far away from the pack of dogs. Only the overcomers like to walk in the center and accept worship and praise. In fact, it is not a big deal, let alone a failure. How great can a sesame seed fall? For example, the time I left the county seat was just a small speech mistake.

Winter 1948. As the saying goes: After entering the twelfth lunar month, the little ghost has no soul. The unique big smoke bubbles in the Great Beihuang came one after another, the wind and snow howled, the sky was crackling and the ground was cold, the wind and snow blew on the face like a knife, and the "thorns" hurt. On this day, four people came to Jiamusi Railway Station in a carriage. There are small Japanese-style bungalows on three sides of the train station. There are seventy or eighty people waiting for the train in the waiting room. Large and small packages are placed in a mess, and the strong smell of "toad smoke" hits your nose. The four men were all wearing Japanese army coats, which attracted a lot of surprised looks. The carriage is narrow and has wooden seats. There were less than twenty people in the whole train. The four of them each chose a long seat.

His mother lay in his ear and called him, Tao'er woke up, Tao'er woke up, it was dawn. He got up, rubbed his eyes, put on his clothes, and then walked out. It was already morning light outside, the sun was about to rise and was about to turn red. He pulled down his pants, revealing a small penis as big as the spout of a teapot. A line of urine came out, and there was a rustling sound on the ground. Next to it, a cluster of unknown flowers was blooming red. It's like this every morning. In the evening, my mother knitted sweaters and sometimes read. My mother said that the book was a novel, and it was very interesting, but it would take up time, so she didn't read much. As he walked deeper into the night, his mother coaxed him to sleep. For some reason, my mother can't sing a lullaby. It's not that I can't. My mother once sang, "Little Taotao, go to bed quickly. There is a big hedgehog under the quilt, and it bites Taotao so much that he doesn't dare to sleep..." My mother said to herself, she wouldn't be able to sleep now. My mother sang.