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In 1992, ten-year-old Gabriel lived with his family in a comfortable immigrant neighborhood in Burundi. His father is from France and is a contractor, his mother is Rwandan, and he has a younger sister Anna. Gabriel spent most of his time with his friends, wandering around happily. The peaceful daily life and happy childhood were shattered as this "little country" in Africa was drawn into the whirlpool of history. Gabriel watched with concern as his parents separated, civil war loomed, and then the tragedy in Rwanda began.

"Ulysses" is a novel published in 1922 by Irish stream-of-consciousness literary writer James Joyce. In chronological order, the novel describes the protagonist, a depressed and hesitant Dublin citizen, advertising salesman Leopold Bloom's various daily experiences in Dublin during one day and night on June 16, 1904. "Ulysses" is a representative work of stream-of-consciousness novels and is known as the first of the 100 best English novels of the 20th century. It is the most experimental and controversial work in modern British novels.

When the Chinese New Year is approaching, there is no market anymore. Everyone settles accounts, drinks, and waits to go home. But that day mine director Gu came. Mine manager Gu is Chen Meizhen's client, and he comes to see Chen Meizhen every time. Same thing this time. The difference is that this time Chen Meizhen is sick. So Gu Kuangchang became the beginning, reminding us of Chen Meizhen again. When Chen Meizhen was not sick, mine manager Gu would treat everyone to a meal after watching Chen Meizhen before leaving. The most common thing he said during the meal was to ask everyone to take care of him. We know that he has a lot of money with Chen Meizhen. Every time he leaves, Chen Meizhen will say that his uncle is going to market again. The market quotations are certainly information, but what they tell us is just an offer. Usually, mine manager Gu first takes a fancy to futures varieties, and then gives Chen Meizhen a sum of money. Chen Meizhen will tell us the news before operating.

Caosheng had a box of "Cordyceps Sinensis" cigarettes, which someone gave him a few days ago. At that time, Cao Sheng felt that this "Cordyceps" cigarette was just that. If you didn't light it, it would be just a decoration and a piece of waste. Even if you lit it, it would be no different from other cigarettes. It could also emit smoke, and could be swallowed into the stomach or inhaled into the nostrils and then spit out. Smoke. So that day, Caosheng put the cigarettes back and threw them into the pit. Today, Cao Sheng brought out this box of cigarettes as if they were junk, but he only smoked two cigarettes and didn't want to smoke anymore. He felt that this "Cordyceps" was far less powerful and enjoyable than the "Jade Flute" cigarettes he smoked, so he threw the remaining cigarettes and the cigarette box to Runming, the director of the village committee. You smoke, let me smoke it for you, Cao Sheng said, this cigarette is boring. You idiot, if you smoke, you just say "smoking". Why is it exciting but not exciting? Do you think the cigarette is a woman? Runming said.

He Wu is very beautiful, with shoulder-length hair, bangs, curved eyelashes, and dark eyes. The shape of her face is strange to say the least. She doesn't look like her parents, she looks like her aunt. The good looks of every little girl you see on the street are all in her. Now she is in the third grade of kindergarten. When talking to adults, she raises her face, her dark eyes flash, and her face is innocent. She looks very good-looking. And she also has the innocence and innocence of all children at this age. The friends are all full, and the waiter has cleared the table and is serving ice cream. He Wu suddenly became angry among the children, and ran over to ask her mother: "Mom, I am the little angel sent to you by your father, right?"

Liu Xufei and Liu Yun got on the train to the Northeast to collect debts. Liu Yun flew the catkins to the sleeper berth and went to sit in the carriage. Just as Liu Xufei was about to call out, she quickly said she would be back in a moment. After the conductor checked the tickets, Liu Yunfeng came over like a breeze. Liu Xufei asked why the treatment was different, couldn't they all sit on hard seats? Liu Yun said that I don't even have a hard ticket, I can just lie beside your bed at night. Liu Xufei said that if you are found to be fined, go and make up the ticket. Liu Yun said that one ticket costs more than 200, so nervous! Are you wealthy? What are you afraid of? I'm here. My face is the ticket. Liu Yun sat on the booth in front of the window, eating melon seeds and watching the scenery, and kept making noises with others. Liu Xufei, who was lying on the berth reading a magazine, said, "Can't you just be quiet?" The fertilizer factory is about to go bankrupt, and a batch of debts in the factory are distributed to the workers to recover. If they recover, they will receive a 30% commission. If they cannot recover, they will be laid off, and they will be given basic living expenses every month.

There are many different ideas coming in and out of some people's minds every day in this world, and some unimaginable things happen every day in this world. For example, a man named Su Yang decided to "run away" from a city. This man named Su Yang is one of many people named Su Yang in the world. He has an urban household registration of 18 years, a stable and leisurely job, a house, a wife and a daughter who is in junior high school. This middle-aged man named Su Yang carried a big travel bag early one morning, climbed into a rural bus, and left. He is carrying a big travel bag, not traveling somewhere. He was going to a remote place, and he wanted to leave a city and everything here behind. The place he wants to go is underground.

"Beijing Youzi" and "Weizuizi" are Chinese people's character definitions for Beijingers and Tianjin people. Why are Beijingers called "you"? There is no research, but Tianjin people are called "Wei Zuizi". This is really because Tianjin people love to talk too much. People in Tianjin kept talking all day long. Men, women, old and young, kept talking all day long until midnight. People in Tianjin even went to the streets to talk until dawn, and then went on to the streets to talk. If a Tianjin person doesn't speak for a minute, his whole body will feel itchy. If a Tianjin person doesn't speak for an hour, his whole body will feel sore. If a Tianjin person doesn't speak for a whole day, don't ask, this person must be sick. Moreover, Tianjin people still like to talk even when they are sick. Of course, some Tianjin people don't talk after getting sick. Traditional Chinese medicine calls this disease "stroke without speech", and Western medicine calls this disease cerebral thrombosis.

Looking across the Centipede River Valley from the county seat to Dongshan Liangzi on the opposite side, there is a mechanized farming road that winds along the mountain, connecting the large and small, tall and short camps and stockades of the three communes of Taoziping, Lahegou and Masangping, and then leads from the Ribid Pass over the mountain ridge to Anke District, 80 kilometers away. It makes people feel that the transportation in these places is quite convenient. In fact, when Jiang Bo was teaching here, only on the eve of the busy farming season, when the government would organize agricultural supplies to be sent to the countryside, or after the autumn harvest, would the public grain be put into the warehouse, the road maintenance section would be busy finding villagers to level the road. These temporary "road maintenance workers" received very little wages and did not have a "job certificate", so they regarded the important task of building roads and ensuring smooth traffic as if they were repairing fields and ditches in the production team.

This year's "March 01" terrorist attack at Kunming Railway Station shocked the world. Several thugs organized and premeditated to kill innocent people wildly, which was inhumane. Our public security officers and the general public bravely attacked without fear of rape. It is a touching story. The specific details of the case are still unclear to the public. This article reproduces this historical scene for us with detailed materials, which is the first-hand and exclusive domestic record. Heaven - the highest god, sword - the king of hundreds of weapons. The Sky Sword, the incarnation of justice, has four blades, can fly invisibly, and sweep across the sky as fast as lightning. ──The PTU anti-terrorist warriors suddenly drew their swords, patrolling the streets and alleys like nighthawks. As soon as it got dark, the alarm clock roared loudly and hoarsely. Sheriff Zhou let out a long snort, then rolled over and got up.

A micro-film shooting team took on a strange project. The female client asked to shoot a living funeral. A group of four people went deep into the villa to take pictures. The coffin, quilt and white flags were all ready. The woman lying in the coffin seemed to have really died. A storm is coming, will this night pass peacefully? Li Mang took his team, the field recorder Zhang Tianli, and the young men Hei Hu and Bing Yong, and took the high-speed train for most of the night. Finally, at dawn, they arrived in the city where Zhou Qingci lived. The train station was newly built, and the wide platform was covered with slightly moist moisture. Li Mang looked up at the sky, and saw a layer of light blue clouds looming over him, as if the morning light had not yet dispersed, and as if a misty rain was about to come. After leaving the train station, when Li Mang was about to take a taxi to the city, he found that Zhang Tianli had fallen behind.

There are eight types of "Zhang Wei's novella series", including "Please Save the Artist", "Vineyard", "Thoughts of Autumn", "Seven Kinds of Mushrooms", "Night of Protecting Autumn", "Yellow Sand", "Yingzhou Thoughts" and "Hello!" "Comrade Ben Lin" are Zhang Wei's most representative novellas. This series of novels describes the author's attachment to nature, his pursuit of people's spiritual direction in this era, and his torture of social life. The story is wonderful and beautiful, the writing is full of charm, and the thoughts are thought-provoking.

There are eight types of "Zhang Wei's novella series", including "Please Save the Artist", "Vineyard", "Thoughts of Autumn", "Seven Kinds of Mushrooms", "Night of Protecting Autumn", "Yellow Sand", "Yingzhou Thoughts" and "Hello!" "Comrade Ben Lin" are Zhang Wei's most representative novellas. This series of novels is expressed in poetry and truth, expressing the author's strong social criticism and demonstrating the sense of responsibility and morality that literary works can display under the changing times.

One of the most famous works in the history of American literature, the debut novel of the great American naturalist writer Dreiser, is a companion piece to "Jeanne". The book tells the story of how Carrie, a rural girl, rose from the bottom of society to become a famous Broadway dancer. It details Carrie's life landscape and mental journey. The artistic image of Sister Carrie is different from the characters in previous American novels. She is a product of the development of American monopoly capitalism at the turn of the century. She represents the pursuit of the "American Dream" by the young American generation. She is the first pursuer of the "American Dream" in American literature.

As a wealthy man, Mr. Tang's life seems too simple whether it is today or more than ten years ago. Mr. Tang's hairstyle, clothing, watches, cars, etc. Have obviously been carefully selected and taken care of. He looks quite elegant, but he still looks a bit shabby for the class he belongs to: more than ten or twenty years ago, rich people paid more attention to style than they do today. There is no trace of famous brands on Mr. Tang's body, which is indeed incompatible with the wealth he possesses. Especially when it comes to food, Mr. Tang can be called a maverick compared to the heroic style of other wealthy people who eat and drink indiscriminately. In those years, whether in the position of host or guest, Mr. Tang never appeared at the wine table. He had a very good reason to excuse himself. According to his assistant, Mr. Tang was allergic to many common foods.

It was fine during the day, with endless farm work to do, but at night, Zijiang felt very bored and uncomfortable doing anything, like an ant on a hot pot. As soon as this man was free, he felt itchy all over his body, scratched his head and cheeks, and Zijiang became like a monkey. Zijiang knew the cause of his illness, which was that he was too bored and had to find something to do. As long as he could stay idle without stopping, he would not feel uncomfortable. There is no electricity in the remote countryside, so I don't know what to do at night. Fortunately, Zijiang has hobbies. Even under the dim kerosene lamp, Zijiang likes to flip through a few pages of martial arts novels. Therefore, Zi Jiang spends his time at night just like during the day. Zi Jiang is like a perpetual motion machine with abundant power. He reads as long as he has time and does not feel tired at all.

Two trains traveling in opposite directions were traveling twice as fast when they crossed each other - On a winter evening, I stood in front of the window and looked at the roof of a four-story office building opposite. In summer, it is also an open-air bar, and many people like to stay there, holding huge draft beers in their hands to dispel the heat and pass the time. Once, I saw with my own eyes a nymphomaniac in our building, holding a wine glass and stepping off the roof through the gap in the guardrail. It was like a bungee jump. The difference was that there was no rope under his feet. This nymphomaniac is in his forties and has been secretly in love with a young secretary in the office building.

After Bai Yong had lunch, he went to the yard to pick his teeth. The sunshine in the yard is very good, and it smells many times better than the musty smell of his general manager's office. He didn't like that office - in the innermost room of the corridor, there was a peculiar smell that had been left unused for a long time. He told Lu Lin many times that the general manager's office could be abolished. He was not a cultural person, so it was awkward to have a scholarly family. Or open the wall and share it with the finance department to make it more popular. "I told you that you have a peculiar smell!" Lu Lin was annoyed most by men saying useless things, and she was getting angry. "A manager should behave like a manager. If you find it too quiet, just run out! You are not good at writing or martial arts. Just talk and talk in vain."

The devil is coming. In fact, the Japanese have been here for a long time. They say they are here to help the people in the Northeast maintain law and order, beat their beards, disrupt bandits, and only beat the bad guys but not the good guys, so that the ignorant Chinese can live a civilized life like Japan. Although Zhang Zuolin was sent away with a bomb in Huanggutun a few years ago, Marshal Zhang was not a bad guy, he was a good guy, and the parents of the people in the Northeast, but it exploded, and in the end it didn't cause any big trouble. The Northeastern Army is still well stationed in Beida Camp, and the Japanese still maintain law and order for the Northeastern Army. But this time the Japanese are really here, and they will kill all the good and bad guys, as long as they are Chinese. The devil is doing fine, what's wrong? Probably because I got tired of maintaining it, I stopped maintaining it. In the early autumn of the 20th year of the Republic of China, the Japanese came in a very uncivilized manner.

Ni Weibing, the son of Ni Zhongnong, the deputy governor of N Province, runs the "Prince Entertainment City" in Ledu City. On the surface, it uses singing and dancing, movies, accommodation, saunas and other activities as a cover, but secretly engages in gambling and pornography. "Prince Entertainment City" is like a crazy meat grinder, mercilessly devouring the morality and conscience of this society. Yuan Ling's father investigated her as a prosecutor, but was killed. The evil's contempt for justice aroused the indignation of Liu Huabei, deputy director of the Ledu City Procuratorate and director of the Anti-Corruption Bureau! In order to get rid of this big cancer parasitic in Ledu City, her daughter Liu Jing took the initiative to help her father collect evidence, but fell into the clutches of Ni Weibing. Fortunately, she met her ex-boyfriend Yang Rujian and was able to escape. Yang Rujian and Liu Jing broke up due to misunderstanding, and Yang Rujian has never forgotten this relationship. When he learned that Liu Jing wanted to help his father bring down Ni Zhongnong and his son, he fell into extreme conflict.

In the past, Jia Lianming would go back to the county town every Friday afternoon. But this week is different. Developer Jin Weizhang wants to invite several leaders of the town to dinner. Jia Lianming is the party secretary of Jinbao Town, so naturally he cannot be absent. In fact, eating is too ordinary for Jia Lianming, and he may not agree to someone else's invitation at this time, but Jin Weizhang is different. After he has dinner, he usually finds a lady in the Shenglong Hotel to sober up. Jia Lianming's wife is nearly fifty years old. If he drinks outside, not only will he not be able to sober up, but he will also complain all over. He thinks that Jia Lianming is also the head of the town after all. He is so powerful in Jinbao Town, how can he tolerate the idleness of an old woman? Comparing the two, this naturally became Jia Lianming's reason to stay. He even wished that others would treat him like this every Friday.

There was originally no one in the Gobi desert, but after oil was discovered underground, many people came. Many people are doing one thing, letting the oil in the ground come to the ground, and then to various places and into various machines. Oil has no legs and cannot run by itself. To let it run, it cannot do without people. As a result, a large group of people started doing different jobs around oil. There are those who drill wells, those who extract oil, those who transport oil, and those who refine oil. This thing has been done from the beginning to the present, for more than half a century. The first generation became old, could no longer do anything, retired, and it was the turn of the second generation. The second generation is no longer young now, almost fifty years old. Right now, the main people doing the work are already the third generation. The third generation has not only grown up, but they are already mainly doing all kinds of oil field work. Naturally, they become the protagonists of some stories.

The Three Treasure Birds called out loud and rough, which startled me. Then I was pleasantly surprised: I saw this kind of bird for the first time in my life! It is commonly known as Laoyu Cui, and abroad it is called Buddha, Dharma and Seng. Slightly larger than a jay, it is covered in green feathers. It looks like a little fat man sitting on a tall dead branch. When it spreads its wings and flies, it likes to circle in circles. Its flight path is up and down, catching large flying insects such as grasshoppers, scarabs, and dragonflies. At this time, you can see a distinct half-moon-shaped snow-white feather spot under each of its wings. Children who grow up by the river will find endless childhood fun there.

"The Setting Sun" written by Huang Changren tells the story of Liang Gaoxun, who grew up drinking from the river. Based on his vicissitudes of experience, he elaborates on his ups and downs of life in different eras and periods. Although his thoughts may not be noble and his actions may not be perfect, all of these are reflected in the life of a flesh-and-blood and emotional person. Anyone who has no intention of being demanding, and who is more tolerant and open-minded is his final destination.

I've learned a lesson about Beijing's summer this year. In one word, it's hot! The sweltering heat was like putting a person in a steamer, making it difficult to breathe and out of breath. If you go for a walk on the street, your front and back vests will be soaked when you come back. I live on the edge of the Second Ring Road, on the 31st floor in mid-air. Not only is it hot, but there is also another hassle. The cars on the road are running day and night. It seems not obvious during the day, but at night, the noise is like listening to the tide at the beach or the waterfall at the mouth of the pot, making you unable to sleep all night. So I just thought: Beijing, my beautiful capital, I can't stand your troubles, so I'd better retreat. But when I thought about it, I couldn't do it. We were serving other people's dishes and being controlled by others. We were stationed outside the station. The editorial boss didn't say anything, so we had better keep going.

The old stove hot pot restaurant was very busy. In the small store, several tables were filled with customers eating and drinking. On an early autumn night, when it was warm but then cold, strong heat came out of several boiling copper pots and condensed into a layer of mist on the wooden-framed glass windows. The street lamps on the street were casting a dim yellow light onto the ground, radiating through the water mist on the glass windows to the surroundings. The boss stood behind the counter and looked at the crowded store with an unhappy expression. The diners are all men, with flat heads and stocky builds.

At this moment, my husband is sleeping next to me, and he sleeps like a child. The men I like are all like this. They have an innocent face when they sleep, silently, as if they have died. I never liked a man who snored. Once he made a certain noise, I would tell him to get out immediately. You know, a lot of men have this problem, so I'm very experienced at doing it. After making love, men have different habits. Some smoke, drink, take a shower, watch TV, and play games. The funniest thing I have ever seen is the one doing a naked handstand. This is very unique and I applaud it with both hands. I personally like the feeling of being upside down, which I will talk about later. I let them do it. You don't know how intoxicating it is to watch the man you love do whatever you want. After they finished doing all these miscellaneous things, they were almost sleepy.

My father met the legendary and purple-red number one kiln lady in Bingcheng - "White Peony", on the night after the presidential decree that shocked the world was issued shortly after the founding of New China. Mao Zedong's sentence "New China will never allow prostitutes to roam everywhere and gangsters to run rampant" overnight destroyed countless "heaven and earth" across the country and abolished China's thousands-year-old prostitution system. It was an unforgettable night for my father. He and a group of young public security soldiers who were temporarily transferred to Bingcheng were ten times more nervous than when they outsmarted Weihu Mountain and sealed off the largest brothel in Bingcheng, the "Qianchun Tower", which was a feast for the eyes and the people at that time. I don't know whether my father's luck was good or bad. For the first time he "visited a brothel", he encountered the "white peony" that was rumored to be the second best to Du Liniang.

When the weather is a little better, I will work in front of the car shop. There is a pergola outside the door, and the reeds on the top have been partly corroded by the rain, and partly blown away by the wind. They are much sparser than last year. The dappled sunlight shines through, giving off a friendly and old feeling like washed and faded old cotton clothes. I like this kind of working environment. The new man with a broken leg who lives next door is a few years older than me, at least in his early thirties. He always squats silently in the corner of the pergola, watching me repair my bicycle without saying a word or moving. The disabled child he brought who looked exactly like him squatted stupidly in front of their house, staring at the cars and pedestrians on the road. He didn't move once for a long time. He was obviously a fool. If the sun was brighter, he would pull up a soft cushion, sit down and lift up his trousers, exposing his two paraffin legs as if to reveal a secret.

"Being unable to speak" once promoted him, but eventually it became a shame that weighed on him. In order to "turn into a full-time employee" before retiring, he fought back and cheated, changing from a "stutterer" to a "speaker". However, this also led to an insidious plot for him... It was in 2015 that Zhou Gongming completely fell in love with speaking. He didn't expect that he would become more active in speaking as he got older. In the past, I would hide whenever I could in meetings, always afraid of making a fool of myself, but now I am so looking forward to such a moment, even looking forward to such a moment every day. Zhou Gongming is the vice president of the Town Economic Development Corporation with 40 years of service. He has been serving as vice president for sixteen years, and his goal is to transfer to a full-time position to comfort his parents and fellow villagers, and at the same time appease his own heart.

Ten days after Leo came to the village, everyone in Banla Village knew that the Eight Immortals had picked up a beggar for the Pan family troupe, and the credit for the microphone must go to the barber Lao Ji. There are two unwritten rules for Lao Ji to shave his head in the village. First, they only shave in their own house. The reason is very simple. The hair stubble that falls on the ground belongs to their family. Short hair stubble mixed with mud can be used to repair walls and courtyards. Long hair, after being washed and smoothed, can be sold to a county purchasing shop and replaced with one or two ounces of pot salt. The second is not shaving on one day but shaving on two days. Every time you use the scissors, you need to make a fire and boil water, and making a fire requires a match. It is okay if there are more people, but it is not cost-effective if there are fewer people. Ten days after Leo came to the village, Lao Ji lit five fires in his yard. The people who had their heads shaved and the people watching happened to be from Banla Village.

"Go to the fish market in the morning, go boating on the Alsta Lake in the afternoon, and be intoxicated in the red light district of St. Pauli in the evening." Xie Donghong always couldn't do without this sentence when showing off Hamburg, the city where he studied abroad, in front of his friends. Everyone thinks that Xie Donghong's words are insightful, not only concise but also concise. But when my friend came to Hamburg, he suddenly discovered that he was not the only one to say this. On the tour bus heading to Hamburg, the tour guides shook their heads and shouted the same sentence. Xie Donghong naturally didn't know where the tour guide found the good lines, but he knew where he learned them. Two years ago, on the first day he arrived in Hamburg, while waiting for the train at the train station, he wanted to open his eyes by picking up a copy of Playboy or FHM, which was not available in China, from the newsstand. However, he did not expect that such magazines were sealed with transparent films, and the excitement inside could not be seen without paying. So he had to take a travel brochure, and when he opened the first page, he saw this sentence. From then on, this sentence took root in Xie Donghong's heart.

Haofan, as you said, God has different expectations for everyone in this world. Our lives, because of these different expectations, become ordinary, yet radiant, ordinary yet brilliant. That is the cup of life given to us. How many long days will it take for me to drink up my cup? I am such an ordinary person, but because I have the good fortune to meet you, I know that the wine of life can be drunk so decisively and beautifully, but you are always indifferent to people, things, and life. You said, that was - Zitong. It was really a summer afternoon without any suspense. My graduation internship had just started a few days ago. The instructor was a well-known authority in the field of psychology. I had been looking for a case for my graduation thesis. Teacher's clinic is my favorite place to go.

Although the place in the ancient Wei Dynasty in Hedong is close to the Yellow River in the southwest, it has always been relatively dry in history. When you watch the weather forecast on TV, it is very obvious that it rains in Xi'an, Shaanxi, and in Luoyang, Henan. However, in the Yellow River Delta in southwestern Shanxi, which is sandwiched between the two, there is very little rain. Even if it does, the ground is wet after rain, and it does not create much of a climate. Strangely enough, it rains a lot this year. It starts raining before the beginning of autumn, and it rains every once in a while. In previous years, after the autumnal equinox, it was the time to sow wheat, but this year it rained so hard that it couldn't penetrate the ground. It was not until around the time of the cold dew that the seeds were reluctantly sown into the ground. It was a bright day, and Mingli and Hongyun were woken up by the sound of rain. Hongyun got up first, and while washing her face, she muttered: It's still raining, this is almost a disaster. Mingli had just planted eight percent of the land in Nangou because her legs and feet were muddy yesterday, so she rested for a while longer.

"Reason for Survival" edited by Liu Yongqiang is a novel that tells the story of how the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps braved hardships and overcame numerous difficulties to colonize and garrison the border, become self-reliant and build their homeland in the inaccessible and vast barren land. It eulogizes the dedication of the officers and soldiers and the people who colonize and garrison the border and the people to love the motherland, struggle hard, and fight tenaciously.

Li Ming, male, Han nationality, was born in western Liaoning in 1972. Now a farmer. Writers signed by the fifth, sixth and seventh sessions of the Liaoning Provincial Writers Association. A member of the Chinese Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Film and Literature Society, a member of the China Association for the Promotion of Democracy, a contracted writer with the Liaoning Provincial Writers Association, and a member of the Liaoning Provincial Filmmakers Association. His novels and prose works have been reprinted by many newspapers and periodicals such as "Selected Novels", "Selected Novellas", "Works and Controversies", "Writers' Digest", etc., And have been included in various annual anthologies, and many novels have been adapted into film and television works. The short story won the Liaoning Literature Award for two consecutive years and the Yalu River Annual Novel Award twice. He graduated from the first "Emerging" Writers Class of Liaoning Institute of Literature, the 8th Advanced Workshop (Young Writers Class) of Lu Xun Institute of Literature, and the Advanced Workshop for Film Screenwriters in Qujiang, Xi'an. Miner Hao Zhaoyu is famous for his hot temper.

My aunt is dead. Her uncle asked her to stay at home for seven days, setting up wine and banquets, and building a water and land dojo. After spending all 45,000 yuan, she was put into a coffin and buried in the cemetery across the river. In Huilong Town, which is gradually declining, it costs 45,000 to bury a person, which is not a small amount. Therefore, when my uncle talked about this matter to me, he sounded more or less complacent. "How long has it been since my aunt died?" My uncle said, "I just had Sanqi fever yesterday, so it has been twenty-one days." I am glad that I did not come to Huilong Town twenty-one days ago. But I know that my aunt has been sick. When I was a child, she was notoriously sick and had been taking Chinese medicine for many years.

The four seasons in Zhefang, a small town on the border between China and Myanmar, are unknown. Although it is already late autumn, there are no flags held up by yellow leaves. The crops in the fields have long been harvested, but the surrounding fields are still colorful. If it weren't for the bunkers built by the Japanese along the road and the plaster flags sticking out from the bunkers, which destroyed the tranquility and tranquility of the town, this would really be a beautiful and rich place. No wonder thousands of years ago, people called this area "Mengbanasi" - a place as beautiful as heaven. When the sun climbed up to the tops of the phoenix-tailed bamboo trees in front of the door, I suddenly saw a plume of smoke and dust rising from the streets of Zhefang. In the billowing smoke, a car with a Japanese plaster flag on it drove into the town from the direction of Mangshi and stopped in front of the Zhefang Bao Office.

The weather is bad, relationships are stagnant, the air is turbid, people are unpredictable... Why do the world and people's hearts suddenly change? This is what Tan Mao suddenly discovered after retreating to the second line. Tan Mao is the director of the Finance Bureau of Fengshui County. This handsome man who was once missed by many Fengshui women seems to have reached the end of his rope. Since relegating to the second line, not only has my waist softened, but my eyes have also become bad. In the past, he walked straight and stiff, and he could see someone smiling at him from afar. It was a sincere and brilliant smile. Tan Mao was very humble, and he smiled in return, and his smile was sincere and brilliant. Think about it, seeing you from afar with a smile on your face, holding hands tightly when you are close, your eyes reflecting the warmth in your heart, how comfortable you feel. Now, he couldn't see clearly. He didn't know whether the person walking towards him and looking at him was smiling or not.

At dusk, the first bay of Liuyang River seems to be formed by the atomization of a gigantic snail. The distant mountains are like the buttocks of a snail, the indigo that gradually fades from thick to light, the swirling ginger soil and the setting sun. The nearby ones are like the mouth of a snail with its flesh dug out, clean and fresh. The roads, bridges, and antique buildings on both sides of the river, this remote town 38 kilometers away from the county seat, show an understanding and respect for the original style. They only built a row of 500-meter-long low-rise shops on one side of the bridge, and they were built on a raised river embankment. The river bed under the embankment maintained its original shape, with sand and pebbles on the shore. People were fishing under ancient trees or walking on weeds. Another pedestrian bridge was built on the river embankment 500 meters downstream of the highway bridge. Its function is entirely to reflect the antique and leisurely life of the ancient town. The roads and bridges are two-lane and there is a constant flow of vehicles.

Chen Xiaoxia regretted it. Behind her, Mai Wenli was drawing renderings in front of her workbench. When the pen fell on the paper, it made a "swish-swish" sound. To Chen Xiaoxia, the sound seemed to be venting the happiness and pride after the conspiracy was successful, and it exuded a sinister atmosphere. But she couldn't fight back. Sir Zhou made it clear that market research is a compulsory course for designers. Since everyone has to take this course, why do you say that others are deliberately trying to trick you? How can you yell at Sir Zhou: I know, you are clearing the way for that yellow-faced woman! A high-status reason is the strongest shield, leaving you with no way to fight back and nowhere to vent your anger. Chen Xiaoxia held her chin with both hands and stared at the graceful orchid with green leaves on the window sill.

When walking out of the district government office building, Dongfang Jian, the young general manager of the Little Advertising Company, couldn't help but look back at the tall and majestic building. Then he smiled at each other and the deputy general manager Qin Zhongqian who was walking beside him. They each stretched out their right hands and gave it a light blow. This is not only an encouragement to each other, but also a celebration of the victory just achieved. "Dongfang, I believe that this victory will not only bring us a certain market share, but more importantly, it will give us confidence." Qin Zhongqian said with confidence and waved his hand habitually.

The county magistrate disappeared so completely that the driver and his family were nowhere to be found. For a whole week, there was no news. The county magistrate's wife came from the city, crying so hard that her eyes were like rotten peaches, and she asked the county party secretary Ding Abo for help. Secretary Ding was also confused. The county magistrate had always been well-behaved. He handled things in a disciplined manner. He always said hello when he went out for inspections. Why did he suddenly disappear this time? Also missing with the county magistrate was the county magistrate's secretary. I have called them probably ten thousand times, but my cell phone has never been able to answer the call. As a result, various speculations and rumors arose and spread to every corner of the county. A week later, the secretary came back exhausted and brought back a shocking news. The county magistrate couldn't bear the pressure of work and suffered a psychological breakdown. He left his secretary who had been accompanying him and a piece of resignation letter and disappeared.

Xu Xianxian, a native of Dongzhi County, Anhui Province, is an art teacher at the Dongzhi County Vocational Education Center. He started writing in 2005, and has published short and medium stories in magazines such as "Xinghuo Short Stories", "Guangxi Literature", "Literary Circle", "Yuhua", "Youth", and "Xiamen Literature". I remember a master said that all of us are artists. --Inscription. In 1983, I was eighteen years old. After graduating from a technical secondary school in a health school, I was assigned to work as a doctor in a central health center called Chuangzhen. Window Town is in the southwest corner of our province, and more than thirty kilometers to the southwest is the Fuliang County in Jiangxi Province where Bai Juyi said, "Businessmen value profits over separation, and went to Fuliang to buy tea the month before last." Some people in Window Town call me an artist. Actually I don't consider myself an artist.

The mountains in the mining area of ​​northern Shanxi are not like the mountains in the south. There are no trees on the mountains and they are bare mountains. The mountain exposes pale rocks, just like a giant beast exposes its pale skeleton, showing its strong momentum by chopping with knives and axes. From a distance, the mountains look like huge camels, standing under the blue sky and above the earth. Coal mining has hollowed out the bottom of the mountain. There are cracks in the mountain. Some cracks are more than a foot wide, and you can't see the bottom. It's scary and terrifying. The hot air in the abandoned mines emerged from the cracks in the mountains, white and wisps, floating in the cold mountains. Coal diggers said that the old ancient ponds left by coal mining at the foot of the mountain were all on fire, and there was a sea of ​​fire at the foot of the mountain.

Lu Kui: Male, born in 1984, from Yuncheng, Shanxi Province, currently studying at a university in Beijing. Yin Xiaoran, surnamed Xiao, Xiao Xiaoran, Xiao Xiaoran. I like to call her Xiaoran, I like Xiaoran. I don't know how to describe the summer of 1999. That was our summer. I was 16 years old and Xiaoran was 17 years old. In class 1 and 5 of high school, Xiaoran and I sat at the same table. Who arranged it? God knows, I don't know. Hello, Xiao Xiaoran. Xiaoran smiled generously. Hello, Ru Feng. I didn't pick up her smile. One night a few years later, after having a beer in a noisy bar and looking at the crazy people on the dance floor, Xiao Ran laughed so hard that he seemed to inadvertently kick my calf with the toe of his extremely thin shoe, which was very painful. Datou, you said I greeted you like a lady the day we first met, why did you lower your head and not look at me? Xiaoran looked back at the dance floor and smiled frivolously. You don't look good.

I'm old, I'm already seventy, seventy years old is rare, and I don't have much left to live. But I never dare to say that I am old in front of my grandfather, not because my grandfather is a grandfather, but because my grandfather is one hundred and twenty-eight years old, a full fifty and eight years older than me. Do you think I dare to say that I am old in front of my grandfather? I don't dare, I absolutely don't dare. In front of my master, in front of my master, I am just a kitten or puppy that has just opened its eyes. Not only did my grandfather live a long life, he was also extremely healthy, as strong as a young hunter who could chase a roe deer on a high hillside. My grandfather has created an image for himself of a hundred-year-old and a twenty-year-old face. This image makes me, a seventy-year-old grandson, feel ashamed, which makes me doubt whether he is a human or an immortal.

Lin Dan, whose real name is Xu Bin. In the late 1980s and early 1990s, he published poems and novels in "Shanghai Literature", "Novel Circle", "Flower City" and other magazines. His novels were reprinted by "Works and Controversy" and "Novel Monthly", but he stopped writing for more than ten years. He started writing novels again in 2007. His works have been selected by "Selected Novellas" many times, and he won the 9th Shanghai Literature Award in 2010. Member of Shanghai Writers Association. Currently working for a newspaper in Shanghai. Xu Hongdi said: "I have nothing to do during the day and nothing to do at night." The fat man beside him let out a few quacking laughs, like a gander. "Isn't it easy to find something to do?" The fat man stopped laughing and said. He also moved his eyes to the face of the man sitting quietly on the left side of his body, as if he wanted to answer in the affirmative.

After the sun jumped out of the patio, Torreya hurried home from Biandanshan Cemetery. She didn't have time to take a breath and was busy cooking for her wife and young master. When Mr. Qi passed away, he left them only three rooms and about ten dollars in cash. Seeing that the old lady couldn't afford to hire him, Xiangyan discussed with his wife and fired the old lady, and he took on the housework. But she was already five months pregnant, and her wife was a tofu-like person. She could do nothing but embroider some flowers. Torreya's hands were soaked in the cold water, thinking about Mr. Qi's words of hope for her before he died, and his heart felt as if it had been soaked in cold water, feeling a sense of sadness. The sky in the family has collapsed, and now it is up to her to hold it up. How can she, a little girl who never leaves home, afford this responsibility? Torreya was originally a girl brought by my wife from Huizhou. She had just turned sixteen when she entered the Qi family's big house.

The call was from my dad. When I heard it, I was shocked. "I'm about to die, can you come and see me?" At that moment, my mind seemed empty and I couldn't react, but then I became angry. I don't want to answer him. His voice was trembling, weak, and really seemed to be covered with the breath of death. I don't want to go there, why? Why go? This was my first reaction, resistance and rejection. I heard myself saying, don't go, absolutely don't, this dad has nothing to do with you. God only knows how much he has cared about me since I was born. But on the other hand, I heard another voice, go ahead, can you not go at this time? What if he is really dead... The two voices intertwined, fighting, panting. I clutched the phone tightly, speechless. This is a fatal call. Never has a phone call troubled me like this.