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Throughout her life, she fought against those who persecuted her husband during the Cultural Revolution, fought against factory leaders, and fought against property owners in the community. She fought back and forth, and finally became the "person in power." Can the anticipated brave new world come with power? Do you still need to defend your power after becoming a "strong one"? Can the battle stop here? My fate with Miao Xiuhua probably started in 1997. At that time, I had just graduated from college and was assigned to work as a technician in an electronic equipment manufacturing factory in the eastern suburbs of Beijing. Because for a long time, the factory's main product was semiconductor diodes, it was called "Guan'er Factory" by the people around it. As a young man whose interests are focused on computers and the Internet, this job naturally disinterested me. Moreover, the conditions of the unit are in dire straits, and the treatment is mediocre.

For a long time, outsiders only knew that Tianjin Guard had three treasures: the Drum Tower Fort and the Lingdang Pavilion. But everyone who has lived in Tianjin Wei for a long time knows that in addition to the three treasures, Tianjin Wei has another treasure - the young master. In the 1930s and 1940s, "Young Master" was a well-known "scenic spot" in Tianjin Wei. In those days, major newspapers and tabloids had news about young men every day. A young man from a large family once said that the city's newspapers should award "honorary awards" to young men. Otherwise, if the young men in the city unite and remain silent, the newspaper office will be closed. Why? No more news. Of course, this is a bit exaggerated, but it doesn't matter. Tianjin young men love to talk big. The young masters not only like to talk big words, but also like to do big things that show off their faces, and they also have a temper similar to that of a young master. Whoever has a big temper and whose father has a lot of money will be able to cause earth-shattering events.

One morning in July, I was discussing with my parents whether to continue learning to drive, when the phone suddenly rang. Mom said whose phone number was it so early? I said it wouldn't be mine anyway. Dad went to pick him up. It just happens to be mine. It happened to be a call from a driving school classmate. Dad said he is still a boy. Why did a boy call me just a few days after class? I knew that my father must have linked my unwillingness to learn to drive with this phone call. Today's parents are driven crazy by the fear of puppy love. I'm too lazy to explain. He grabbed the phone and said angrily, "Who is it?" A timid voice came from the phone, saying that the master was going to be separated today and that he had to rush to the driving school before seven o'clock. Being divided into masters means going to the training ground and actually driving. My cold heart started to burn again. This damn driving school has to kill our passion before it changes the course. I didn't bother to ask who the other party was, so I threw down the phone and shouted "Wow" happily.

People came in alive and died inexplicably, but people kept coming. Where is the magic in Death Valley? If you don't sell him steamed buns, Death Valley, the Valley of Gold, people say there is gold everywhere, but you will die quietly. The Golden Lion River flows through the valley. People say there is countless gold buried in the beach. So from afar, gold prospectors poured into the forks of the Golden Lion River and into Death Valley. Those who came first built wooden cliffs, like migratory birds, as winter passed and spring came, year after year. This summer, a strange young man came from afar. He was wearing a straw hat and pulling a cart loaded with grain and salt. A four-eyed dog followed him. The four-eyed dog is very tall and strong, with long hair and two white circles above its eyes, so it looks like it has four eyes.

The evening in May is a good time to enjoy the cool air. The warm temperature during the day gradually turns into a soft and refreshing breeze, which ripples over the wide playground of the school and blows into the low and wide open doors of every house around. The light mist envelopes this place in a dizzying tranquility. It's a weekend, so there's no need to study in the evening. As soon as the sky darkened, teachers in groups of three or three gathered around the open space in front of the principal's house. The card games had not yet started, and there were no teachers scheduled for the general banquet outside. At this time, the best way to relax was for everyone to get together to brag and chat. As usual, someone starts with an unwritten opening statement, which is nothing more than the fact that so-and-so students have dropped out of school and how much foreign money they have made; how much salary has been deducted at the end of the month, and what are the prospects for this class of students to graduate.

It's this moonshine that's as rich as rice soup again! Every night like this, Zheng happy would think of his hometown, Yanchi River, and how he and Brother Tan would take a bath in the river under such moonlight. Brother Tan was a heavy smoker and would smoke out almost half a pack of cigarettes after taking a bath. Zheng happy pinched off a leaf and floated it on the water to use it as a coffee table for Brother Tan. Brother Tan said in the light smoke he exhaled: "Heaven! I really don't want to leave." Brother Tan is an out-of-town tourist who temporarily rents at Zheng Xi's house, but Zheng Xi does not treat him as a tenant. He wishes he had such a relative or friend. Brother Tan also said, I am determined to be your friend! It was a bright and sunny day when Brother Tan came. He was dressed in black and wearing glasses. He walked towards Zheng Xi's three small tile-roofed houses. He said hello at the edge of the courtyard: "Hey, brother!"

The guard Lao Ding stopped a tofu seller and said nothing. He only raised one hand and waved it vigorously outside the gate several times. Next to Old Ding's legs, the fox dog looked ferocious. Its furry body was as straight as a spring device. It buckled back and forth, making a series of fake gestures. It seemed that the hawker was unwilling to give in. He bared his teeth and smiled. He held the bicycle handlebar with one hand and stretched and retracted the other hand to stuff a box of "Hongqiqu" cigarettes into Lao Ding's hand. While Old Ding was in a daze, the hawker had already pushed the bicycle into the courtyard of his family, and then he shouted hoarsely: "Tofu--" This made the guard, Old Ding, so boring, and thought to himself: Do you dare him to stop the hawker because he was looking at this box of "Red Flag Canal"? He's not just a tofu seller, there's more.

Li Gen called Xiaoduo to come over. Xiaoduo asked, what are you going to do? Li Gen said, let you see something. Xiaoduo wanted to know what it was, but Li Gen deliberately kept it secret and said, "You won't be able to see this thing after dawn." Xiaoduo guessed that it was Li Gen's duck-like laughter coming from the Firefly machine. Guess again, guess again. Xiaoduo said, guess what about your mother! Li Gen called Xiaoduo to come over. Xiaoduo asked, what are you going to do? Li Gen said, let you see something. Xiaoduo wanted to know what it was, but Li Gen deliberately kept it secret and said, "You won't be able to see this thing after dawn." Xiaoduo guessed it was a firefly.

Lao Mi is not old. It was a cruel war era, with winds and rains, poor food, and poor sleep. A young man in his twenties, at first glance, looked like he was thirty or even forty years old. But Lao Mi is not. Lao Mi always looks a few years younger than his actual age. Old rice looks white. It's the kind of white that won't tan no matter how much you tan. Coupled with his tall and straight figure, a face with clear outlines but not too much contrast, and a pair of big eyes with a hint of melancholy on his face, no matter where he went, Lao Mi was the focus of attention and the center of conversation of all the girls and wives. Lao Mi is not old at all, but everyone calls him Lao Mi because Lao Mi has senior revolutionary qualifications.

Zhang Ziqing laughed and said, "What is Mayor Li doing? To force Liang Shanbo?" Everyone laughed. Li Longzhang didn't smile, he still had a straight face. "Don't be ridiculous." His tone was unquestionable, "Dongcheng is very important, and it's you." Zhang Ziqing said nothing. Li Longzhang didn't care about him, Quan Dang had already decided. Someone pushed the door open and entered the house, delivering an urgent message to Li Longzhang. Li frowned, browsed hurriedly, then took the thin piece of paper and slapped it hard on the table: "The situation is not good." Zhang Ziqing read the urgent message. This is the latest disaster weather report. It is expected that there will be heavy rain in the city in the next three days, and there will be heavy rain or even heavy rain in some areas.

Shang Lijie turned over and asked half asleep: "What time is it? You... Haven't slept yet?" Dang An, who was leaning on the sofa, wrapped himself in his down jacket and said worriedly: "Listen to the wind! Listen!" The temperature dropped by ten degrees, and violent storms, sometimes mixed with sand and snow, were raging heartily. Dang An also seemed to be suffering in a storm. The furious roar of the northwest wind turned around, pushed up high, pushed towards the island from the sea, swept across the county town, and rushed toward the southeast. The noise of the waves was obscured by the roar of the wind. Occasionally, an angry voice would burst out from the cracks of the howling wind, which was enough to frighten people. The electricity suddenly stopped at about six o'clock that night, and it was dark all night until dawn. There is no electricity, no heating, the running water has stopped, and the air conditioner has become a decoration. In a chain reaction, the city's functions are completely lost. Cold, terror and darkness joined forces to completely envelope the small town surrounded by the sea.

Wu Junrong walked over and said to Wu Furong, "Let's go, why don't you go wash your hands and change clothes?" Wu Furong, who was hammering the stamping parts of the car's left front door, raised his head and said, where are you going? Back to the main factory, didn't I tell you last night? The master's family is going to the factory today to discuss the master's work-related injury compensation. The master's wife asked us to go back together to help. Junrong said. We are not important, why should we go back too? We were present when the master died. I was not present when the master died. I found out about it only after a long time. You are so heartless. Go quickly, go quickly. If you don't go, it will be too late. I won't go. Really not going? I feel more comfortable working here than going back to argue with people at the main factory.

This is the spring of 1934. Shanghai Zhonghua Book Company published a book called "Gossip about Yangzhou". Before the ink was dry on the new book, it caused an uproar that lasted for half a year. It involved many high-level officials, Green Gang tycoons, and ordinary people from seven counties in Yangzhou. The scale of the case and the complexity of the case were unprecedented in China's thousands of years of cultural history. What's even more surprising is that this pen-and-ink lawsuit has been going on for more than seventy years, and the smoke and aftermath are still lingering. "Gossip about Yangzhou" is a thin 50,000-word pamphlet written by Yi Junzuo, director of the editorial office of the Jiangsu Provincial Department of Education, who was known as Longyang Talent during the Republic of China.

Mei Zi saw him at a glance and hurriedly came up to him and said: Brother Song, we haven't been here for a long time. Miss me? He replied with a smile. She also smiled decently. He walked towards table six. In the past few years, it has become a habit for him to sit at table six whenever he comes. The first time I came was a few years ago. At that time, Meizi saw that only No. 8 Was vacant, so she invited him to sit at No. 8. He immediately lowered his face and said: No. 8? Don't go! This "no go" was so overwhelming that Meizi couldn't catch her breath for a long time. Little did she know that there was also a No. 8 On a certain street in this city. Little did he know that this No. 8 Was a place that everyone was afraid to avoid. It turns out that No. 8 Is a detention center. During the Republic of China, it was a prison used to hold various prisoners. To this day, it is still full of people who have committed crimes and who may have committed crimes.

On the last day of each month in the lunar calendar, villagers on both sides of the Luan River come to Zhanghe Ferry to worship the camphor tree god. This is a custom that was formed after the camphor tree appeared. It takes three or four years to say. But there is no precedent for worshiping the camphor tree god at Zhanghe Ferry for two consecutive days. This strange incident has something to do with the son of the owner of Chuanhe Inn. The innkeeper's son was kidnapped by the Genshan Leopard in the upper reaches of the Luan River on the 30th day of the ninth lunar month, but on the same night he was returned to the inn unscathed by a mysterious man. Everyone thought this was magical. The next day, the morning of the first day of October, the innkeeper gathered all the villagers to set up an altar to thank the almighty camphor tree god for saving all living beings. The son of the owner of the Chuanhe Inn is my grandfather. He was only five years old when he was robbed. On the morning of the 30th day of the ninth lunar month, my grandfather lost it inexplicably when he followed others to Mr. Peng's house to watch the fun.

Chaoma Abo - a propagandist in the Hani village, with a very low status. Early that morning, I came back from the city. When I walked to the village entrance, I heard Chaoma Apo's high-pitched "Chaoma" cry again: "Listen well, don't say you didn't hear it..." In the Hani village, this is an opening statement with high etiquette. It is Chaoma Abo's greetings and respect for all the villagers, and it is also his professional ethics. It is equivalent to what the spokesperson often says during meetings in Han areas - Dear friends, hello everyone! I often live in the city, and this is an unforgettable sentence in the context of communicating with people in Chinese every day. Back in the village, these words soothed my soul like the words "Mo Pi" (Old Beima) chanted when he called out his soul.

Snowflakes were flying like cotton wool. The northwest wind was fierce and well-proportioned, and the snowflakes started to swirl, one, two, three times, and then fell in the distance like a flock of tired birds. The heaven and earth also seemed to be swirling by snowflakes, like a shaking spinning wheel. It has been snowing heavily all day and all night. Guanmiao Town was wrapped in thick white snow, and the houses, courtyard walls, trees and streets could no longer be seen. Instead, they looked like two gentle hills rising in the endless snowy field. The long street that bisects the town is like a frozen ravine, making the town quiet and tranquil, as if it is a country on the horizon. The braying of donkeys broke the dreamlike tranquility, followed by the barking of dogs, and even the magpies in their nests drank the snow flakes and sang loudly. Then, wisps of smoke jumped out from the snow-it was time for lunch.

I often think that after a person dies, the soul should be immortal, but it is no longer bound by the gravity of the earth and flies around in the universe; or in other words, there are countless souls floating in the space of the universe, and they will also rub against a certain planet or have some kind of relationship... Liu Kai is no longer there. He died one winter forty years ago. Forty years later, he inexplicably appears in the consciousness of some people, as if his ghost has inexplicably floated back to this earth and drifted into the consciousness of some people with whom he had a relationship during his lifetime. That winter, young and strong laborers from various communes across the county gathered on a large reservoir construction site and worked feverishly to dig mud and build stone embankments. In addition to working hard during the day, they also had to burn the midnight oil and work at night. Various forms of competition were held on the construction site.

"Businesses have business ethics, officials have official products, and tea has tea taste." This is what Jiang Zhifeng said to Jiang Zhifeng in the office of his supervisor Zhou Wenkang after he defended his doctoral thesis more than five years ago. Before participating in the thesis defense, the municipal party committee secretary had talked to him and asked him to go to Ningyang to become the county party committee secretary. During several days of preparation and defense, he kept this secret without mentioning it. After successfully passing the defense, he told his tutor about the appointment. The instructor said the set of parallel sentences without comment. He sat on the sofa and waited. The instructor picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. It was like an exhortation, a warning, and more like a sincere advice between friends: "It's okay, drink tea." When he thought of this, Jiang Zhifeng felt warm in his heart. After having dinner with Vice Mayor Huang Jianjun, he asked the driver to take him back to his residence. The first thing he did was to clean the tea sets and prepare to make tea.

The small speaker is flashing again, it can't be that one dollar or two dollar thing again. Ma Xiaomeng clicked to save the content she was editing, and then opened QQ. Sure enough, it was the guy with the online name "Yiyuan" again, haunting him, getting more frustrated and braver. She was angry because she was late for the regular meeting the night before yesterday and was fined 50 yuan. Her colleagues said she was unjust because she was the first person to be fined after the implementation of the new system. Humph, I lost fifty yuan and still want you for one yuan? She typed out angrily, "The stink of copper in this world is strong enough." She was about to add, "I hate any rounded points," but before she sent it, the other party had already added, "Fellow, please add me!" Fellow? Ma Xiaomeng clicked on Yiyuan's personal description. "Zhejiang, Hangzhou", haha, where do you come from?

A Chinese American female reporter traveled to Europe with her daughter, met a large number of Syrian refugees in Budapest, and witnessed this scene: a seven-year-old boy who originally fled the war with his mother and sister and lived in a foreign country. The road ahead was blocked. In order to take care of her younger daughter who fell ill on the way, the mother had to take the risk and entrust her son to a stranger, allowing him to continue their journey to Germany with the stranger. When the female reporter saw this, she was heartbroken - in the 21st century, how come human suffering is still always there? The sun has risen on the hillside on the other side of the Danube River, and the waves on the river are sparkling and dazzling. Shao Xiangqun and his daughter Sophia, who had just graduated from high school, walked out of the hotel lobby by the river and took a taxi to the train station. After staying in Budapest for a few days from Los Angeles, they planned to take the train to Vienna.

Countryside medicinal herbs were the patron saint of the humble lives of country people in the past. Knowing them easily and doing them with care is a great blessing in this life. People who live in the mountains get sick and have no place or money to get treatment, so they just boil some herbs into a soup and drink it, which is quite effective. In the Fenghuang Mountains in the hinterland of Qinba, there are trees and weeds everywhere. Therefore, along the rivers, ditches and slopes, there are some people who know the medicinal principles of herbs and trees. They often treat people and relieve pain. The people in the mountains call them herbal doctors. Nanshan people eat whole grains, live in thatched low houses, and do hard work. They tend to suffer from some serious diseases, especially blisters, boils, and carbuncles. In the past, there used to be a herbalist named Xiao Dechou in Xiangdongzigou in Nanshan. He was the best at curing blister and other miscellaneous diseases. Everyone called him Xiao blister.

Everyone in the mental ward knew the woman lying in bed No. 3, Not because of her appearance. In fact, no one in the ward knew her appearance, because it seemed that she no longer had the appearance-all the facial features were no longer in their original positions, her eyes were bulging, her nose was crooked, and her mouth was pursed. The teeth protruded arrogantly from the inside out, as if they were squeezed out by the collapsed cheeks. It is usually impossible to tell the actual age of a person with deformed facial features, but the nurse said she should be in her forties. The caregiver is a young woman from a suburban county. She likes to smile. When she is not smiling, the corners of her mouth are pulled up, making her look like she is smiling. However, she is not very talkative, and her back is a bit hunched. She never walks or does things in a hurry, almost in a slow manner.

Lao Li never expected that Station Commander Chang Maolun would transfer him, and it was just when he returned to the duty room after taking vacation. The pickup truck was parked in front of the duty room, waiting for him to pack his things. Deputy webmaster Yin Ming looked at the helpless Lao Li and wanted to help. Lao Li always said: "Leave it, I'll do it, I'll do it..." A cardboard box couldn't hold Lao Li's books. He thought for a while and unrolled the rolled up blanket. Yin Ming didn't know what to say and stood stupidly. "I shouldn't have kept you," Yi Ming said. "I should have known this would happen..." Lao Li remembered that the former stationmaster had asked for his opinion when he was transferred. He originally agreed to go with him, but he didn't expect that the new station manager repeatedly tried to persuade him to stay, and promised to make Lao Li the well director. After weighing for a long time, Lao Li agreed to stay.

When Xiao Min was working in the bathtub, she always felt that a pair of sharp eyes were looking at them through the glass on the wall to the left of the door. The glass is one and a half meters long, hemp-colored, with cloud-shaped patterns, and the four colorful words "" on it. It is independent, without any splicing, just set on the wall of the bath. When Xiao Min was working, she often had strange hallucinations in her mind, such as her doing that thing with another man other than her husband, or her hand being cut by broken glass, with blood dripping out, making her feel every bit of pain. Or, there is some other messy scene. In fact, this is just an illusion of Xiao Min. She likes to think so because she prefers to find the slender and beautiful figures of the women she serves on the glass. Hazy, blurry, one by one, swaying in the water vapor.

Even though it was pouring rain outside, Fuer came on time. Fu'er is a close relative of mine, but I don't know which brother's grandson he is and what his name is, and I'm too lazy to find out. The blood relationship between my nephews and I has faded, not to mention another layer of separation. Apart from the fact that the Fu'er in front of me has the same last name as me, there is no overlap in appearance, style, cognition, and concepts. That is to say, when we meet on the road, no one will stop for the other, and no one will look at the other twice. We didn't know each other before. I took out a dry towel and asked him to wipe the water from his head. Even though he knew that this small towel couldn't dry his wet hair, he still made a gesture of concern. I know that my approach is very superficial and very fake.

Zhang Haotian, in his twenties, has sharp eyebrows and big eyes. He is tall and strong. At first glance, he looks like a typical Kanto man. He has good marksmanship and is the best hunter within dozens of miles. At the beginning of spring, Haotian's father went hunting alone in the old forest and encountered a wild boar. He shot the pig without knocking it down, but instead angered it. The wild boar suddenly turned around and rushed over with a roar. Before his father could run away, the wild boar's tusks ripped open his belly. When Haotian found his father, his father had already died. After my father died, my mother's tears had not dried up. Seeing that my mother's eyesight was getting worse day by day, Haotian was so anxious that he thought about killing a bear and took bear bile to treat his mother's eyes. So Haotian wandered around the mountains all day.

The furniture store was about to close. A merchant on the second floor called Ma Long over and asked him to deliver a "chest of drawers" to the "German Town". The landlady said, Ma Long, you can just carry it upstairs alone. I'll add ten yuan for the transportation fee. Ma Long quickly thanked you, you are my parents, I will never forget your kindness in my next life. The landlady said, you flatterer, be careful on the road and don't rub the cabinet against me. After installing the cabinet, Ma Long covered the outside with a layer of felt cloth. The rear manger of the electric tricycle was a little loose and made a rattling sound. He found a piece of No. 8 Wire and tightened it at the corner. The "German town" was not far from his residence. After delivering the goods, he turned the accelerator and went home. "German Town" is a real estate that was just developed three years ago and is a famous wealthy area in Fengcheng. The sky darkened and the street lights came on. Malone waited for five red lights and half an hour later saw the sign for "German Town".

Anyone who sees death in flowers will bloom quickly, and if the court does not open a case in time, he will tell every patient about it. Lu Zhignao said solemnly to the clerk who accepted the lawsuit, his face turned from sickly pale to dark purple due to excitement. The Legal Aid Office is located on the ground floor of the Municipal Intermediate People's Court. It is easy to find this not-so-spacious but well-furnished place. At that time, the visitor, who was wearing rumpled cotton casual clothes, came in and looked for a spittoon to cough up phlegm. He took the spittoon to the chair and placed it. Then he sat down upright and gasped: "I am the actor Lu Zhi'ao! I want to file a lawsuit, a medical lawsuit!" He emphasized his tone as he spoke. He looks like a character actor in his late years, with an angular square face and an upright body, and a pair of slender eyes with a dreamy shadow. The clerk in charge listened attentively to his wandering talk, occasionally reminding him to drink water.

After Jiang Junxi retired, he couldn't find anything suitable to do for a while. On this day, Jiang Junxi came to the county town and strolled through the streets. He saw that some two-yuan stores on the street were doing brisk business. He thought that the cost of opening a two-yuan store was not much, but the rent in the county town was too expensive. If you open a "mobile two-yuan store", you don't need rent, and you can travel from house to house in the countryside. Country people are very economical, and maybe the business will be surprisingly good. Jiang Junxi checked online and found that many larger prefecture-level cities have companies that specialize in distributing goods to two-yuan stores. Jiang Junxi got on a long-distance bus to Guxi County in a remote mountainous area, preparing to use Guxi County as a "base".

I never met my grandfather, but I have enjoyed the political legacy he left me for decades. The name of this political legacy is - Landlord. Because of this legacy, I suffered a lot in life in the second half to the middle of the last century. For this reason, deep down I really hate the man who gave me my political legacy. But grandpa is grandpa, and I don't have to choose. As I turn fifty, I don't know why I miss my hometown, which I used to be indifferent to, and the people who sleep there far away, so I find an excuse to visit the place where I was born but not raised, and to see my ancestors who are sleeping under my hometown. So I went back to my hometown in the name of visiting the only remaining aunt in our Lang family who was over ninety years old.

Zhou Daxin came back many times late, always bringing his wife Zeng Xiaoqin with him. In Xiang's mother's eyes, Zeng Xiaoqin was Zhou Daxin's loyal shadow. Zhou Daxin and Zeng Xiaoqin are a couple who are tenants of Xiang's mother's house. Mother Xiang's residence is the last old neighborhood in Bishui City. The old residents in the old neighborhood have died and moved, leaving old people like Mrs. Xiang and Uncle Xiang who are nostalgic to watch over the last years of the old houses in the old neighborhood. The old houses and empty houses vacated in the old neighborhoods are rented out to country people and outsiders who come to make a living. Mother Xiang's daughter, Xiang Ye, got married, and her son started his own business. Two rooms upstairs were vacant, one for storing sundries, and the other for rent to Zhou Daxin and Zeng Xiaoqin. They leave early and come back late. No matter how late it is, Xiang's mother always stays at the door. The door is an old-fashioned double door with stone mortars installed on the top and bottom. The sliding door leaves make a rustling sound, which is ancient and distant. The couple would sometimes come back at three o'clock and go out at five o'clock, or even work overtime and stay up all night. Their bodies were really hard to break down.

That's right, of course Tao Shasha was wearing that Dadi brand windbreaker, one foot higher and one foot lower, and climbed up to the second floor of Xinhua Bookstore step by step. It was a Tuesday afternoon in late autumn, a regular time for Tao Shasha to visit the bookstore. As early as eight years ago, Tao Shasha, who graduated from Hanliang Normal School and joined the Hanliang Meat Factory Labor Union, made a stipulation for himself that every Tuesday and Saturday afternoon when others were having a nap, I, Tao Shasha, would go to Xinhua Bookstore and stay for at least half an hour. For many years, carrying a white military schoolbag on his shoulder, whistling and thinking about problems, he passed through the railway gate and crossed the dusty coal yard to go to the Hanliang Xinhua Bookstore in Daonan Square twice a week, rain or shine. This has become a symbol of Tao Shayu's spiritual life, or a habit of daily life. In form, this is somewhat similar to women's love of shopping in shopping malls. Whether to buy or not is secondary, but shopping must be done. On this fallen afternoon, when Tao Shayu walked into the bookstore as usual, he obviously did not expect that there would be a little brother here waiting for his rescue. Afterwards, he thought, if I, Tao Shasha, didn't ask about things like this, who else would ask; there was no one left. He said.

A year later, Jiang Junxi passed the police examination. Jiang Junxi, who became a policeman, would spend one night every week, put on casual clothes, and go to the open-air teahouse in front of the "Kanyu's Home" at the end of the Anning River Bridge in the county town to drink tea. The owner of Kanyu's house is a retired middle school physics teacher in his late thirties, surnamed Yin. After Mr. Yin retired, he diligently studied Kanyu studies and gained a lot of experience. He tried to help people read the feng shui of the yang house and yin area, and choose auspicious days for weddings and weddings. He never thought that he would accidentally become famous, and more and more people came to see him. Teacher Yin simply hung up the sign of "Kanyu's Home", set up a pergola in front of the door, put a few tea tables, and it became a teahouse. From then on, people from all three religions and nine circles would often gather there to talk about Feng Shui, politics, and various dragon gate formations.

Today is the beginning of winter. But it still couldn't change the nature of this afternoon - boring. Inside the stove, the flames were like erratic orange fingers grabbing at the bottom of the pot, causing the black oil in the pot to bubble and bubble; outside the stove, my fat, dark face was almost cooked - Hao Yueji still thought my fire was not strong enough. This woman is getting more and more annoying to me. Her thoughts are like a donkey's lips and a horse's mouth. I remember that when I first met her more than ten years ago, I was fascinated by her youth and beauty. I was willing to be her herding calf, even lying on the ground and being whipped by her without any regrets. We met while herding cattle. To be precise, she herds cows and I herds geese. When it comes to herding geese, I must mention my father. Only he can make this kind of thing that goes against common sense happen.

Damn Dong Changfu, I must remove you, the village chief, from power! Liang often talks to himself ruthlessly. This sentence is the most frequent one spoken by Chang Youliang these days. It is also a sacred and arduous political task that he must complete during the re-election of the village chief. The idea and plan to unseat the current village chief Dong Changfu came about a year ago. The seeds sown a year ago should now be blooming. There are two reasons for Chang Youliang to remove Dong Changfu: 1. From a macro perspective, in the past few years, Dong Changfu has done less for everyone and more for yourself. The village has only been tinkering and tinkering, but the appearance remains the same; the economic income of the villagers has stagnated, and they are standing still. Today, your personal mineral processing plant is running vigorously, and it will be as prosperous as it is; you open a factory and do business, and you are rich in food, drink, whoring and gambling; you occupy more homesteads, and two small Western-style houses with courtyards rise from the ground. How much does this cost? Is this all money you earned yourself?

The cold of more than 20 degrees below zero has lasted for several days. Wang Shengzu is looking forward to warmer weather, but today is still very cold, and there is also a northwest wind. It is really a discouraging day. He is now wandering around the building materials market at the foot of Enmark Mountain. This market is empty and large. The gate is an archway gate, which is very similar to the old city gate in his hometown county. It is very majestic. There are many lanes and alleys inside that sell different building materials products in different categories. Now, those southerners who are afraid of the cold are huddled in their shops, staying at home and waiting. Therefore, this building materials city, which houses hundreds of southern merchants and their shop assistants, looks deserted and quiet like a huge cemetery. Wang Shengzu wore a rotten leather jacket with sheepskin exposed. Although it was unsightly and emitted a strong smell of sheep dung, it was still relatively effective in resisting the cold.

More than a month ago, Yu Xiaofeng showed Yu Meijun an old painting of flowers and birds in her dark and messy room. The painting is on silk, with a brown background. Several branches with white plum blossoms protrude diagonally from the left side. There is light white snow hanging on the branches. On the snow stands a slender phoenix with a long tail that hangs down to the bottom of the painting. The word "LV Ji" is written in the upper right margin, and below is a red seal. After reading the painting, she looked at Yu Xiaofeng doubtfully, "Gu, what do you mean?" What's the origin of this painting? Yu Xiaofeng stared at the painting and said calmly, asking Fan Deming to find someone to sell it to me. How much do you want to sell it for? Yu Meijun asked tentatively. Lu Ji's paintings, for whatever reason, would have to be sold for 18 million.

It always snowed in the winter in the north that year. The temperature was so low that the thermometer was useless. There was only one thermometer in the team, which Li Fentian brought back when he visited his home. He said it was given to his grandma by the county, and his grandma gave it to Li Fentian because she didn't think it was needed for cooking. For this reason, Li Fentian cherishes and is very proud. He believes that his thermometer, Lao He's alarm clock, Hu Lan's compass, and Zhang Guodong's watch are the four treasures of the drilling team. Li Fentian always carries a thermometer in his arms. When someone asked him about the temperature, he would take out the thermometer from a place close to the flesh, raise his hands to the top of his head, look at both ends with his eyes, then look in the middle, and then say. About thirty degrees. Until one day, the slightly swaying compass hanging from Hu Lan's neck pointed out to Li Fentian sharply: The thermometer cannot be placed on the body, and it is not a thermometer.

When he returned to the rental house with his son Fang Xiaokong, Fang Datong discovered that the keyhole on the door had been corroded by the humidity in the south and the key did not work. Fang Datong twisted left and right, making himself look like he had just stepped out of the bathhouse. Come on, in the end, he still couldn't open the door. Damn it. Fang Datong stamped his feet, wiped a handful of sweat from his face and threw it on the ground. He cursed, took off the salute from his shoulders and threw it at his feet. His legs softened and he sat down to breathe. He suffered from motion sickness, and the car swayed along the way, torturing him. While in the car, his stomach seemed to pop out of his chest all the time, and he kept knocking things over because there was no food in his stomach, so he almost vomited all the bile at the end of the day.

Dahe Coal Mine, as a provincial enterprise, has undergone subversive changes during the restructuring trend. Mine director Zhao Jin became the chairman and general manager of Dahe Energy Group without paying a penny, controlling the future and destiny of nearly 10,000 people. As shareholders, each employee was allocated 100,000 yuan in stock capital. Zhao Chunsheng came to the locker room on time as usual. The moment I was about to go down the well, I suddenly felt a pain and distension in my stomach, which was unbearable. He had no choice but to ask for leave from the monitor. An hour later, a loud sound like earth shattering was suddenly heard from the direction of Well No. 1. Zhao Chunsheng was startled and hurriedly walked out of the dormitory, only to see several family members of the employees looking around in panic. They muttered: "It's an earthquake, it's an earthquake!" Some of them were busy calling their children and daughters to avoid the disaster. Zhao Chunsheng understood where the sound came from, and without thinking about it, he ran towards the wellhead like flying.

In the third year of the Xuantong period of the Qing Dynasty, that is, 1911 AD, in the autumn and July of the Xinhai year of the lunar calendar, in an apartment in Tokyo, Japan, two middle-aged overseas Chinese-looking men were sitting opposite each other. In front of them, they each filled a cup of fragrant Mingqian Longjing tea, which filled the room with fragrance. But it could be seen that both of them had solemn expressions and were obviously not in the mood to sip tea and talk. They seemed to be discussing an extremely important matter. The shorter one spoke seriously while opening up a large military map in his hand and pointing to a conspicuous place marked with a red pen on it. "Comrade Cheng Wanli, please see, this is the location of the ancient city. Although the ancient city is small, it is located at the strategic point of the Beijing-Hankou Railway. It has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times. Once we master this place, our revolutionary army will conquer the south and the north in the future. This will be an important military source. Many military supplies will rely on the turnover of the ancient city. Its importance is self-evident. Therefore. I am entrusted by Mr. Zhongshan to personally rush to the ancient city and plan the riot in the ancient city. This operation is code-named "Avalanche Operation". Yes, we are going to launch an avalanche-like riot to completely bury the feudal rule of the Qing Dynasty. Comrade Cheng Wanli, if you have any difficulties, just raise them and the organization will definitely try to solve them for you. "

After seeing off the experts from the provincial health excellent school evaluation and acceptance team, Vice Principal Qin Dingkuan passed by the big banyan tree and couldn't help but stop and look up at the "hundred-year-old tree man". Five years ago, Qin Dingkuan discovered the miracle of "Century Tree Man". There are six ancient banyan trees in Baiyuan High School that are said to be two hundred years old. These huge ancient banyan trees bring extraordinary momentum to Baiyuan High School, a century-old school. That year, Tan Dingkuan inadvertently looked up and discovered a very lifelike human head growing out of the tallest and tallest ancient banyan tree. He was extremely surprised. Qin Dingkuan immediately named this peculiar landscape "Centennial Tree Man". He concluded that the appearance of the Centennial Tree Man was a good sign and would bring good luck to the school.

I stood on the balcony on the top of the 20th floor and made an appointment, but I couldn't wait for someone to come. The building opposite has just had its green plastic cladding peeled off, exposing gray and blue wall tiles. The suspended cargo elevator moved silently, casting a dark shadow on the glass wall of another tall building, and the shadow also moved up and down. I was impatient to wait, so I walked out of a low yellow door and walked towards the elevator. The corridor was dark and damp, with only the red numbers at the entrance of the elevator changing like a heartbeat. The elevator stopped suddenly in front of me, and I opened my mouth. The bright white light almost made me unable to open my eyes. I went in and pressed 1. The elevator closed its mouth silently and descended smoothly and slowly. When it reached the 12th floor, it suddenly stopped again and opened. A man wearing a dark blue shirt and trousers looked at me with a smile, as if he was about to come in. I was filled with joy and was about to call him when the door closed.

It's just the beginning of November, and God seems to be experiencing extreme sadness, with lingering tears mixed with snow particles like rice grits. When Xiang Tengshu's flight landed, the rain and snow that had been scattered for several days happened to leave. As soon as he stepped out of the cabin, the cold wind rushed into his arms like a puppy. He trembled and his mother, who died of illness, and his ex-wife Lou Xiaomin ran towards him. In an instant, the roar and roar of the waterfall rang in his ears, and he seemed to hear his mother's call from deep under the water - he thought he had left his mother and Lou Xiaomin in Zhaqu Temple, which is more than 5,000 meters above sea level. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the dark night sky. The midnight stars were like river lanterns floating on the water, shining brightly. Xiang Tengshu stepped on the crunching ice and returned to his home after a year's absence.

Lao Yi is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, vice chairman of the Jilin Provincial Writers Association, and president of the Jilin Prose Society. Director of the Chinese Artists Association, honorary chairman of the Jilin Artists Association. He is the author of a collection of short stories and short stories, "The Strange Traces of the Strange Couple", and a collection of essays, "Between Mortals and Saints", "Suddenly Looking Back", etc. It is the late spring in the south of the Yangtze River when "peaches are young and their flowers are burning". The three or two peach trees on the rocks beside the stream in the peach garden at the foot of Yuelu Mountain are no longer just scattered and pretty pink dotted on the branches. They are actually full of red, so red that they are about to fall into bloom and give way to small green peaches. Xiao Y's mood is just like this wild peach blossom. It has been several months since his parents sent him to his uncle's house in Taoyuanli from Hengshan to attend elementary school. After all, he was only eight or nine years old. He quickly became familiar with, accepted, and integrated into the new living environment.

Song Changjiang, a native of Dandong, Liaoning, is engaged in editorial work. In recent years, he has published novels and prose works in more than 30 newspapers and periodicals, including "Yalu River", "Manchu Literature", "Northern Literature", "Shandong Literature", "Fujian Literature", "Yangtze River Literature", "Qingming", "Xinghuo", "Youth Literature", "Zhanghui Novel" and "Literary Journal". In his early days, he published a short story collection "The Soul Has a Shadow". Many works have been selected into various editions of anthologies or selected and serialized by newspapers and periodicals. Gong Xiaocui actually refused to answer my call. Is this girl really going to break up with me? This girl is too... The emotion of calling Gong Xiaocui "ya" only stayed in my mind for a few seconds, and then was overwritten by "the consequences will be very serious". Why can't she refuse to answer my call? My stomach seemed to be emptied instantly, and I was obviously out of shape.

Is a tea egg worth a thousand yuan? He Yaopo couldn't believe her ears. But this was what Jiang Po told her herself. Yesterday morning, He Yaopo went to the stall at the entrance of the station. As soon as she laid out the coal stove, the iron pot full of stewed soup, tea eggs and various snacks, she noticed that the expression of Jiang Po next to her was a little strange. Her eyes were shining like she had eaten too much ginseng and bird's nests, and her face was full of joy. She would put her head down and giggle a few times, like an old hen that had eaten free food from the house next door. He Yao Po thought that Jiang Po had probably encountered some happy event. Either her daughter, who was doing business in Hanzheng Street, Wuhan, had given birth to a grandson, or Jiang Po had won the lottery she bought.

"Human Bonds" is a long semi-autobiographical novel by the famous British writer William Somerset Maugham in the 19th century. It is also his representative work and was published in 1915. This novel is a semi-autobiographical work. By narrating the protagonist Philip's thirty-year life experience since childhood, the novel reflects a young man's pain, confusion, disappointment, frustration and exploration, as well as his process of gradually getting rid of all kinds of shackles, finding the meaning of life, moving toward maturity, and gaining spiritual liberation.

This is a tragedy that happened under the rule of the British aristocracy. The son of a noble senator was betrayed by the king to a child trafficker during the Restoration. After undergoing disfigurement surgery, he became a deformed Laughing Man and made a living by performing arts. After he became an adult, he was confirmed as the heir to the privileges of the aristocracy, and his title was restored due to conflicts in the court. However, he still maintained his innocence and kindness. He spoke generously for the people in the House of Lords, causing himself to fall from the heights of power to the bottom, and finally died following his beloved.