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In the summer of 1996, the plastics industry in Province A was generally in a slump. The same is true for the S City Plastics Factory. The reason is internal and external troubles plus natural disasters. The situation of state-owned enterprises is getting increasingly difficult. The reform of the property rights system is easier said than done. It has been promoted with great fanfare from above for two years, and the news media has made a lot of noise. Many pilot projects have been carried out, but the results have been very little. The response from the bottom has always been calm, so the new enterprise mechanism has been unable to be established. This is one of them. Secondly, the people of Province D in the north are really resourceful. Relying on their geographical advantage of being across the sea from South Korea, they somehow managed to smuggle tens of thousands of tons of plastic raw materials from the sea around the Spring Festival. As a result, cheap plastic products were dumped everywhere. Province D is a close neighbor and a major agricultural province, so naturally it was the first to bear the brunt.

Only afterward did I realize that Fang Wei and Ning Haibin had their feud probably in the spring of that year. In the spring of that year, we were graduating from high school. We are the second class to resume high school education, and the schooling period is still two years. Two years passed very quickly, and even though high school education was resumed, there was no syllabus, so basically nothing could be learned in these two years. In fact, for each of us, attending such a high school is not just for study. At that time, after graduating from junior high school, I faced two options: either the school assigned me a job, or I went to work in the countryside. But there were also some people who, according to the policies at the time, were neither allowed to jump in line nor met the conditions for job assignments, so there was a third way, which was to attend high school. Therefore, attending such a high school is, to put it mildly, a buffer before going to work in rural areas. To put it another way, it is a "two-year reprieve."

Liu Xing has a quirk. He never likes to wash socks because his feet are too smelly. Although he couldn't smell the smell of his own feet, others often said that his feet smelled terrible, so he subconsciously hated his socks. But even if I hate it, I still have to wear socks. In order to solve this problem, Liu Xing came up with what he thought was a brilliant idea, which was to buy many pairs of socks at a time and wear them one by one. When all the socks were smelly from wearing them, he would spend a few dollars to find a village woman to wash them all, and then wear them one after another. Anyone who knows him knows that he always has two cardboard boxes under his bed. One contains an increasing number of clean socks, while the other contains an increasing number of stinky socks.

Future Star herself doesn't know when exactly she started, and when others see her, they call her Future Star. Future Star originally had a very nice name "Fengsha". The name was synthesized from the essence of the most fashionable love classic on the Internet, "I am Feng'er, you are Sha". In the eyes of people in this small mountain town, Fengsha's name really makes people break out in cold sweat just listening to it on a hot day. But Miss Fengsha has not become a future star. Before, her view on names was that names were just the color of lipstick a woman puts on her lips. "No matter what color I paint my lips, I am still myself. I have my own endless dreams and charming dimples." Future Star is very proud of her achievements in progressing from Fengsha to "Future Star".

A few days passed quickly, and the troupe entered into intense rehearsals again. If Liu Yi didn't come, Qi Cuihua would have full authority to direct. Everyone seemed to be working hard, rehearsing day and night, mainly rehearsing the play, and occasionally rehearsing excerpts from the play. "The Case of Guillotine" is sorted out, "Traveling to Turtle Mountain" is sorted out, and with the addition of the original "Cangzhou", it's half a play. The Shehuo troupes in the countryside are not like the regular theater troupes and theater troupes in the city. Many plays can be performed on stage just by reading the lyrics. A few excerpts were not included in the upper row, but the actors had all practiced. Everyone already has a basic foundation. They can compare the lyrics by themselves, and the teacher will provide a little guidance, and then they can perform it with the instruments. Qi Cuihua was busy rehearsing the opera, while Hong Fugui hired people to decorate the stage. They also called their sister Chen Hong to cook and take care of Chou Dan.

When Qi Cuihua mentioned running a theater troupe, she overturned the five-flavor bottle in her heart. But she is a strong woman after all, and the support of her husband Hong Fugui and Zhang Baiwang undoubtedly adds excitement to her. She thought it would be better if Brother Dayong could stay. However, her current mood cannot be focused on rehearsing and acting. All she can think about is whether her voice can recover. If her voice doesn't get better, let alone opera rehearsals or even life, she won't find much interest. Hong Fugui treated her with acupuncture and prepared medicine. The theater troupe has been set up, and some costumes, props, gongs and drums have been purchased, and there are teachers, but actors have become a big problem. A group of young people in the village are illiterate and have only ever sung ditties. I'm afraid it will be difficult to train them for a while.

My name is Liu Junya, female, ten years old, in fourth grade. My grades are neither good nor bad, and I have never received a certificate. My deskmate named Huang Xiaoyu is worse than me. This time during the math test, he wanted to peek at me. I quickly covered it. He stepped on my feet under the desk. Of course I have to fight back. We stepped back and forth, and the white shoes quickly turned into flowered shoes. As a result, no one did well in the exam. When the test paper was handed out, I only scored 61 points. Huang Xiaoyu only scored 35 points. I cried angrily, but Huang Xiaoyu was laughing, his eyes narrowed like fingernail marks, but you could see his eyeballs moving around. In the evening, as soon as my mother read the test paper, she started scolding: "Kudou, why don't you understand?" Then she kept saying: "When I was your age, I was much better than you, and I came first every time."

The village of Huluwan is not big. At its peak, it only had more than 300 households and a population of more than 1,000. It is located on a gentle slope at the foot of Hulu Ridge in the bay of the Yellow River, backed by mountains and facing the Yellow River. There are hills on the left like a crouching tiger and a ridge on the right like a green dragon. It has always been praised by Feng Shui gentlemen. The people of Hulu Bay are of course more proud: "You said the Feng Shui of our village is good? Well, do you need to say that? The Feng Shui treasure land selected by the Hulu Taoist, can the Feng Shui be bad?" The Hulu Taoist is based on a legend passed down from generation to generation. It is said that in ancient times, Hulu Bay was a barren mountain and grassy slope. One day, a wandering Taoist came with a gourd on a wooden stick. He was known as the Hulu Taoist. The gourd Taoist stood down and looked around, then started to build a hut, hung the gourd at the door, and settled down.

Heping County has two snows a year, one is winter snow and the other is spring snow. This year's winter snow is very heavy. Just after one night, the houses and trees everywhere have lost their lines. Looking up, the sky and the earth are the same color, and everything is clear. Logically speaking, this is still the moment when Xiwei first opens, but now everything is clear. In front of an inconspicuous tombstone in Heping County Cemetery, a thin middle-aged man was squatting there to pile snow. Soon a little snowman appeared. This little snowman looked very lonely and lovable in the falling snowflakes. The man who built the snowman was named Yang Siqi, and he was the deputy director of the Justice Office of Qianqiao Town, Heping County. At this time, Yang Siqi unscrewed the small wine box he carried with him, sprinkled some on the tombstone, and then looked at the little snowman silently. At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Any woman is more mysterious than a man, any woman, I know this! --Duras "The Woman Who Talks a Lot". All simplification is fascist... Every revolutionary has his own leftist views... If the Chinese do not understand and accept this, and if they believe that everything in the human body can be reduced, then all revolutions will be doomed. --Duras "The Woman Who Talks a Lot". Writers all over the world, no matter who they are, are writing with Marxism.

Fanbangke - Overseas Chinese in southern Zhejiang dialect. The plane took off during the day. I remembered that when I looked down, there was a world of ice and snow below. There is no human habitation to speak of. The towering peaks are like knives chopping, and there is a sense of great silence in the barbaric era. The endless monotonous white color was overwhelming, making my head dizzy and my heart congested - I was covered in sweat. Just now, when we were leaving customs at Beijing Capital Airport, more than a dozen locals who came to see us off stood outside the glass wall of the border customs and watched us go through the customs one by one. Every time a person passes the level, they will wave their hands and look happy. And among us, we actually work independently - everyone who is about to go abroad will be accompanied by one or two relatives and friends to Beijing. But no matter who passes the test, the group of "relatives and friends" will all show their appreciation and jump for joy.

In the summer of 1965, when I received the admission notice from Datong Middle School to attend high school, my seventh uncle also received the notice. He graduated from Datong Coal School and was assigned to a school for children of coal mine workers in the central Jinzhong area called Fujiatan Coal Mine Workers' School to work as a teacher. After breakfast the next day after my uncle left, I packed my notice and had to report to Datong Middle School. My mother asked my cousin to follow me to the school. Three years ago, when I graduated from elementary school and took the junior high school entrance examination, I got into Datong Middle School. When I came to report, my fifth uncle rode a bicycle to see me off. The fifth uncle was carrying my luggage behind me, and I was sitting on the beam in front. This time I rode a bicycle with my cousin.

When I first entered high school, in math class, I remembered that the math teacher's name was Kang Pingyun. Teacher Kang found that there was a student below who was not listening carefully. He always raised his head and then lowered his head; raised his head and then lowered his head. He immediately dropped the pointer, and the whole class was stunned by the sound. Everyone, including me, sat upright, not knowing what was going to happen. Teacher Kang said: Don't move. Then he walked down angrily and walked directly to me. I had already hidden the exercise book in the table, but it didn't escape his eyes. He took out the exercise book with almost no effort. The classroom is very quiet. Everyone was waiting for him to get angry, but he suddenly smiled, nodded, and said: Come to my office after class. What I drew is Teacher Kang's head. He thought it was very similar, so he pardoned me.

I have known Bozhou since I was a child, not only because it is my hometown city, but also because it has rich historical and cultural heritage. There used to be beautiful cars and horses, and merchants gathered there; there was the trace of the sage emperor Shang Tang who guided the country; there was the place where the great hero Cao Cao, who was a politician, strategist, and writer, practiced military exercises, drank, and sang wildly. His poem "The moon is sparse and the stars are sparse, and the black magpie flies south, winding around the tree three times, and there is no branch to rely on" is still lingering in the ancient city. The remaining underground military transport roads, practice The Wushui Shoal where sailors trained is still attracting the attention of today's people; there are anecdotes about Wei Emperor Cao Pi, who was "talented in literature, knowledgeable and knowledgeable", and Cao Zhi, who wrote a poem in seven steps; Zhang Liang, Cao Ren, Cao Hong, Xia Houyuan, Xu Chu, who have shocked the past and present in China's military... Also know that Bozhou has a superior geographical location and is convenient for water and land, and it has been extremely brilliant economically.

This book is one of the collections of Chinese prose collections, and includes 90 of Zhou Zuoren's famous prose works such as "Wild Vegetables in Hometown", "Wooden Boat" and "Drinking Tea", which fully demonstrates the author's rich life experience, profound literary foundation and "peaceful dilution" artistic style.

When Ji Dongliang, the vice principal in charge of teaching at Huiwen Middle School in City A, walked out of the school gate, he unconsciously raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was a quarter to six. Well, not bad, it was just the right time to arrive at Chunjiang Restaurant. He could show his sincerity without waiting too much time. He deliberately did not drive his car today. He felt that if he did so, the target would be too obvious. If someone with knowledge of the matter noticed it, all his efforts would be wasted. Now the whole thing is like an underground party connection. Ji Dongliang couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. There is no way, why is this a particularly sensitive period!

If I told you that I came to Huancheng because of a dream, you would definitely think it was absurd. In fact, who can guarantee that you will not live in absurdity every day. Dreams are a kind of rumor in the heart, don't you think so? Life and dreams modify each other. A false thing may exist in essence. No, this is said by a man named Borges. He is a blind man. For him, day is like night. He has two nights, and it is easier to live in dreams. Sorry, of course I'm not a professor. Do you think I'm showing off? Then I'll apologize first. I work as a riveter in a shipyard. I cut out iron plates and welded them onto another iron plate. Gradually, something called a ship came into being. At the beginning, it looked nothing like a ship. It was like a tree being a tree, and wood being wood. It was not a bar or a sofa at all.

Zhuang Jiuniang moved her artificial feet, which are rare these days, and came to Lao Ba Ye's three stone houses with a serious look on her face. Du Ba Ye was leaning on the bedroll and smoking a dry cigarette. In the dark room, Lao Baye's old face appeared and disappeared as the cigarette pot flickered on and off. His face, which was originally quite upright, turned into a scary one. When I got up in the morning, after visiting Zhuang Jiu Niang's house, Lao Baye returned to the stone house and never left the house. He smoked a pack of cigarettes and was stunned for a while. His eyes always looked at the dead look of Zhuang Jiu, the village party secretary, lying in the yard. Zhuang Jiu was stabbed to death with a knife. Most people would not dare to look at the tragic sight of blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Lao Ma, who calls himself "Master Tiger", was a rebel during the Cultural Revolution. Now he is the deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the County Party Committee. Although the "Cultural Revolution" is far away, he is still as scheming as ever, fighting to the end in the officialdom, and even losing his life in the fight. An intense, cruel, fascinating and thrilling story. Lao Ma is a powerful person. In this city, many people are familiar with him. He packs meals, treats friends and public dinners. He is not tall, but walks very fast, especially when he rushes to the venue to sign in and receive gifts; his steps are no worse than those of young people - if he were thirty years younger, maybe he could participate in the IAAF Grand Prix. Of course, these are all superficial impressions people have of him, and these impressions have led to Lao Ma having a bad reputation in the Jinshan area. In fact, he is still a dedicated person, a person who never flatters the powerful and is willing to fight against them.

On the first day of school, the new senior high school teachers routinely hold a mobilization meeting for the college entrance examination. Principal Huang sat in the middle of the rostrum, waved his big hand left and right, and spoke passionately and enthusiastically, and the audience continued to applaud. At this time, the meeting reaches its climax. Gao Yige is an old teacher who has been teaching his senior year of high school for many years. He has experienced this kind of scene many times. Every time at this time, Gao Yige always feels a mixture of joy and sorrow in his heart. The big boss, Principal Huang, is very eloquent and a very inflammatory speaker. His passionate speeches seem to inject new water into the dry river. Old teachers like Gao Yige are inevitably excited. In the end, it is not all because of the big boss's eloquence. The eloquence is just a warm-up, and the bonus promised in the passion is the target. The big boss is a man who is true to his word and will do what he says. The big boss said that even if I sell my horse, I will definitely make the teachers' pockets richer by this time next year.

Gao Chengshan, who returned from morning exercise, saw his wife banging on his son Gao Ming's door, urging him to get up and go to work. This has never happened before. My son Gao Ming is a veterinarian at a zoo. He is full of enthusiasm for his work. He has been active for two years! When he came back, regardless of whether his parents were interested or not, Gu Zi talked about his "patient", the reason why African lions lost their hair, the zebra's rare disease that was cured, the difference in living habits between Siberian tigers and Bengal tigers... So, what's going on with him today? My wife shouted anxiously outside: "Xiao Ming, it's already 8 o'clock, why don't you go to work?" After a while, my son's lazy voice came from the room: "Stop shouting, I'm not going to work today. I'm taking a rest." "What, you don't have a day off today, why are you still resting?" My wife asked outside.

"If you want to kill someone," Carl said, "don't do it in England." "Why?" I asked puzzled. "Because it is unlikely that you will get away with killing someone," my fellow inmate reminded me as he and I were walking in the prison's sports area, "but in Russia, the chances are much greater." "I will try to remember what you said." I assured him. "Listen to me," Karl added, "I know one of your compatriots. Although he did not receive legal punishment after killing, he also paid some price." It was time to relax.

Shen Yang, formerly known as Shen Guicai, male, was born in November 1963 in a small village in the mountains of northern Guangxi. He worked as a farmer, went to university and served in the army. In November 1995, he joined Guangxi Daily (now Guangxi Daily Media Group) as chief reporter. In 2001, the article "American Doctors Work "Part-time Jobs" in Nanning" won the third prize of the China Journalism Award. Since 1990, he has published the novel "Realizing Dreams", reportage collections "Names Across Borders" and "Footprints Under Boundary Monuments", etc. In June 2011, the academic monograph "Operating Newspapers in a Buyer's Market" was published. There is "Where is the Hanging Temple?" Dozens of essays, including "The clear mountains and clear waters" and "The Return of Goose Spring Sigh the Aura", were published in newspapers. When going to the city from his hometown, Li Jiangyuan always comes to the small ferry outside the village and invites his father again and again.

Up early in the morning, Yan Jiahong, the party secretary of Butterfly Town, rode the motorcycle borrowed from his brother and headed for Butterfly Village in the mountainous area. The sound of the motorcycle filled the roads inside and outside the town office. Some cadres laughed at the door: "Look, even Butterfly Valley has been lifted out of poverty, but sooner or later, this shabby motorcycle has polluted the environment. The party secretary will ride on this borrowed motorcycle instead of riding in a car." "I heard that he is a cadre with a story. He has been the town mayor for ten years and the town party secretary for five years, but he is as stupid as ever. He doesn't know who is working hard for whom. I am afraid he will be stupid enough to retire." Another cadre mocked. What is Yan Jiahong doing in Butterfly Village? Butterfly Village is located upstream of the reservoir and is also the poorest village in the city.

Ma Xiaoyan, female, born in the 1970s. Cultural critic, novelist, columnist. He studied bioengineering as an undergraduate and engaged in literary creation after graduation. In 2002, he began to publish more than 20 short stories in major magazines. In 2006, he published the series of novels "Red on the Crane Top". Post-transformation cultural criticism, he has written columns for online newspapers such as Phoenix Culture Channel, FT Chinese Network, Sohu Culture Channel, and Modern Express. Who doesn't have a good life? She had too. It's just that the beauty is the flowers on the sea, the dew on the flowers, and the bright color on the dew. Before the person involved has time to appreciate it carefully, the beauty is over.

On rare weekends, subway stations are crowded with people going to shopping streets. Emily was dressed casually, with a short-sleeved floral shirt, an aqua skirt, and white Roman sandals. In the hot summer, no one wants to wear heavy clothes. Only Frost, standing next to her, was still wearing a suit and tie, as rigorous as usual, and seemed not to be afraid of the heat at all. She looked up at Frost. The tall man still had a cold expression on his face, as if she was standing at the equator and he was at the North Pole. She was always put off by his poker face, so she said, "Can you take off your suit jacket? It makes me feel hot just looking at it." She wanted to tease him and see how irritated he looked. But Frost's personality was beyond her control. He was too rational and his mind was like ice.

In novels with animals as the main subjects, writers mostly use the mirror image of "the other" to reflect on themselves and the current situation, and see through the complexity of human society from a spiritual level. "The Greeting Card Is a Dog" talks about the dignity of humans and dogs. Dignity is part of human rights. For a Chinese, dignity is sometimes more important than life, and one of its manifestations is having face. This is true for humans, and it is also true for dogs who are closely connected with human emotions. The three games between this dog named He Ka and the village chief Zhao Dacheng were all based on face. Different from the general animal perspective novels, it is not limited to the dog's perspective, but examines human society from the dual perspectives of humans and dogs, revealing the absurdity of human social structure and the collapse of rural moral ethics.

It's the depths of winter, and the sky above Seventh Street is filled with cold air. Officer Harrison wore a dark coat and drove the police car into the red brick alley. Waiting at the end of the alley was a man and woman, also wearing heavy winter coats. "Frost! Emily! Get in the car!" The man called Frost was in his twenties, with short blond hair that set off a fair and handsome face, and a pair of gem-like blue eyes with sharp eyes like a vulture, which were colder than the cold wind outside. Emily is an underage girl, wearing a red plush coat, a white hat, gloves and boots all in pink, giving her a full Christmas look. "Wow! It's snowing! So beautiful!" Emily cheered while rubbing her hands.

Based on a report from a female citizen, Officer Harrison led officers from the Criminal Division and Forensic Division to the abandoned manor. The police first set up a cordon to block out the majority of spectators and media reporters who came upon hearing the news, and even the suspects. The suspects in most murder cases have an inexplicable psychological factor that makes them return to the scene to appreciate the masterpiece of their crime. The scene of the murder was an extremely traditional Chinese-style old house. There were countless red brick rooms on both sides of the central hall. There was also a rockery fish pond at the entrance corridor. Although it was overgrown with weeds and the pond water had dried up, it was not difficult to imagine the former prosperity. The woodshed on the far right is also covered in dust. A girl is tied to a chair in the middle. Her age is estimated to be about 14 years old. She was in her prime years, but she was tied to a chair and starved to death.

In front of the door of the State Detention Center, young police officer Ryder enthusiastically led a handsome man into the detention center's office. The handsome guy was wearing a flowing windbreaker and a typical British gentleman's look. He had blond hair and blue eyes like an eagle, and his hair was as short as a punk. The black box he held in his right hand looked like a laptop, but it was smaller than an average laptop. Those eagle eyes full of wisdom looked around carefully, as if they were going to burn a hole in the floor. "Hello! Mr. Frost! Ever since I met Father Blake in the church, he highly recommended you and gave me a business card, so I wanted to invite you to come to this detention center to help." Beas, a stunningly beautiful female police officer, stood in front of Frost and looked at him. The female police officer looked like a star who had escaped from a modeling agency, but she looked at Frost with a very impolite look.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, many pedestrians kept their heads down and hurried on the bustling streets. Vehicles crossed the road in order. Occasionally, some unruly drivers wanted to overtake, which always caused the sound of horns in protest. Charles, the head teacher of the ERS cram school, was about forty years old. He had just finished dinner and was walking among the crowd, rushing to go back to the cram school. For some reason, he suddenly felt dizzy and fell to the ground in shock. Someone approached and helped him up, only to find that he had no heartbeat. Passers-by screamed in fright, and crowds of onlookers began to gather nearby, and everyone started talking. The more alert people quickly picked up their mobile phones and notified the nearby police station to investigate. Some people also called the hospital to call an ambulance. A group of students were walking home in twos and threes after school.

After Father Blake locked the church, he drove a black Ford four-door RV to Witherspoon College and stopped at the school gate. From a distance, he saw the pretty short-haired girl walking out of the door talking and laughing with her classmates. Blake rolled down the window and shouted, "Emily! I'm here to pick you up!" Emily ran over excitedly and said, "Why do you want to come to school to pick me up from get out of class today?" "I'm hungry! So hurry up and find my cook and come home to cook dinner." Emily got into the car angrily: "Really... You only think of me when you are hungry. Your brother Frost usually doesn't eat dinner that early."

Witherspoon College is moving forward with winter break as the weather gets colder. Emily lay on the sofa in the living room rolling around all day long, doing nothing. She held the TV remote control in her hand and kept changing channels. She couldn't find the program she wanted to watch and couldn't help but yawn. "Are you so bored?" Blake got dressed and came out of the room, "Would you like to come and help me organize the files?" Emily shrugged and said, "Well, at least it's more interesting than staying at home." She looked at Frost, who was sitting by the window reading the newspaper, so focused that her coffee went cold. If you don't replace it, you won't know when moss will grow. Put on your coat, get in Blake's car, and go all the way to the quaint little room. Every brick can be called an antique, and when you open the door, it will make a trilling sound of "ah".

A few years later, Khan's story really happened. At that time, Khan was my boss. He was from the Ma tribe, a doctor of animal husbandry who had returned from country D, and was a returnee from overseas. He should have a foreign name, I don't know what it is. The name of the horse tribe is Uli Khan, so I call him Khan. Khan is an elegant person with a generous smile and approachability. We met at a friend's villa in Youzhou City on Christmas Eve. That friend was respectfully known as Huang Ye in the world. He engaged in various investments and always had endless money to spend. He also liked to play with pipes and like to set up running tables at home. Huang Ye was from the Tujia ethnic group in Hunan. The smoked bacon from Xiangxi on the dining table had a delicious taste. There were thousands of pipes placed in Mr. Huang's spacious room. I was dazzled by the sight of them, my legs were weak, my chest was tight, I was filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred, and I felt quite uneasy.

Every summer, we have to go to an interesting place. If there is really no place to go, we will choose to go to Hainan. Five or six years ago, we even went to Russia to escape the boredom of the summer, but the effect was very poor. We found that no matter where we went, it was actually difficult to truly relax. We can no longer regard ourselves as the kind of people who can have some resistance. We are a little disappointed, but every summer, we must go out. If we don't go out, it is difficult to ensure that nothing happens to my wife. Of course, it will not be a big deal. At most, it will destroy pots and dishes, smash handicrafts, and the most serious is just to break some kind of valuable antiques in the bookcase. We went to Hanshan in the summer of that year. It feels quite far away when I think about it, but in reality it was only two or three years ago.

There used to be three fish in this river, the croaker, the crucian carp and the bream, commonly known as the Three Flowers of Guandong. The three flowers in Guandong are all blooming with beautiful flowers. The flowers of Xiaoao are blue, like stars embroidered on their bodies one after another, shining brightly; the flowers of Xiaocrucian are white, like pieces of snow falling on their bodies. The old bream is more miserable, its flowers are black. The old bream is originally gray and protruding, and the black flowers blooming on it look awkward, with a touch of weirdness, horror and ominousness. After leaving the barbed wire fence, Xiao Ao's return to the river went very smoothly, and there were no other obstacles that he was worried about. The barbed wire fence became a horrifying memory that lingered in Xiao Ao's mind for a long time and could not be removed. Xiao Ao did not stay too long in the river. He determined his voyage to a distant place. As he swam hard, two voices seemed to echo behind Xiao Ao all the time. Swim forward, don't stop! The old bream's voice was filled with anxiety. Come on, Brother Ao! The little crucian carp's slow tone was a bit affectionate.

The tractor was stuck in the glacier and there was a "click" sound, and the sound of the singing motor suddenly stopped and stopped. Wang Jianhuang immediately realized that something was wrong. He was about to lean up and look out, but before he could straighten up, his head hit the door next to him, and then he felt that the car was tilted and sunk into the ice hole. Immediately afterwards, the large sledge filled with wood collided from behind, and there was only a "bang" sound. The tractor was stuck in the collapsed glacier, and a stream of clear river water then flooded into the cab. Wang Jianhuang instinctively grabbed the door handle, opened the door with force, jumped out of the cab, and pulled out the frightened female health worker Cai Yunli who was sitting among the three people.

On August 20, 1945, former Kuomintang flight instructor Zhou Zhihe led pilot Gu Qing and six others to fly to Yan'an in a Japanese-made Nakajima "Type 97" twin-engine transport aircraft, joining the people's revolutionary camp and making a major contribution to the founding of the Air Force in New China. Since this first flying uprising, 159 Kuomintang air force and civil aviation personnel have flown 57 aircraft from the air to the liberated areas or the mainland of the motherland, choosing another life path for themselves. This choice has its profound historical roots and background, thus painting a vivid picture of the times for more than half a century. After the uprising, Gu Qing was sentenced for treason in October 1946 due to a navigation accident. After thirty-seven years of injustice, he was finally exonerated on March 22, 1984. Gu Qing passed away in May 2004.

There is such a person in the world. When he fights for his beloved cause, he will show extraordinary endurance and even shed blood and sacrifice; and when the desired goal is achieved, he will bloom vigorously like an orchid in the valley, and then pass away quietly, silently from then on, as if nothing related to him has ever happened in life. The old man Wang Yuchun we are talking about now is such a person. He once followed the commander of the Shandong First Division of the Eighth Route Army Liang Xingchu and the political commissar Liang Biye to fight in the Taihang Mountains, and later served as the chief of the guard; he also followed the former commander-in-chief of the Northeast Field Army Lin Biao, deputy political commissar Luo Ronghuan, etc. Through life and death, and served as the chief of the guard.

Person is the simplest and easiest character to write in Chinese characters, but it is difficult to become a real person. Those two legs are like two legs. Only when you stand straight, walk properly and walk correctly can you be worthy of this word. He shot and killed his sworn brother and then ran half a mile into Tiaoshi Pond. He could slip through the cracks in Tiaoshi Pond into the dense forest of hazelnut trees. When he got there, he was like a tiger entering the mountains... With a few more bullets, he could stop the chasing enemies and successfully run across the half mile and enter Tiaoshi Pond... However, all this became a dream. One of Shi Quanyou's legs was broken, and he couldn't stand up no matter what. Half a mile away, for him, it can only be elusive.

Great Friendship In October 1950, after the Volunteer Army headquarters set up camp in Dayu Cave, Peng Dehuai said to Mao Anying: "Anying, the morale of our army is very high, and we have coordinated with the People's Army. I think we need to have a good relationship with the people around Dayu Cave. It is difficult to do mass work because of the language barrier, but you can communicate through practical actions such as carrying water and sweeping the floor. Warm emotions can dissolve the language barrier!" Mao Anying and the security personnel followed Peng Dehuai's instructions and went deep into the surrounding North Korean people. They first came to the east forest, which was shaded by pines and cypresses, and found that there were many households along the side of the ravine, most of which were families of miners who relied on the mountains. However, there was not a single intact house in the village, and not a single villager was seen. Only the broken walls were shaking in the north wind, like a hunchbacked old woman in ragged clothes sobbing.

War broke out on the Korean Peninsula, and the Chinese People's Volunteers went to fight in North Korea. On a snowy and windy night, Dayu Cave, the headquarters of Zhisi, was attacked by the South Korean Army Rangers. On October 19, 1950, the Chinese People's Volunteers marched to northern North Korea and attacked the rampaging "United Nations Army" and the South Korean Army head-on. After thirteen days and nights of fierce fighting, they annihilated more than 15,000 enemies and pushed back the arrogant enemy from the Yalu River to the south of the Chongchon River. The situation in northern North Korea was initially stabilized. On November 5, as soon as the battle ended, the volunteer troops pretended to retreat and suddenly disappeared. The US military conducted reconnaissance from the air and the ground; no trace of volunteers was found in North Korea. November 12, the headquarters of the Chinese People's Volunteers in Dayumdong, North Korea.

In the summer of 1938, after a few days of heavy rain with a vengeance, a group of Taiwanese came to Chong'an City among the high mountains in northern Fujian. Fang Meicui pulled her mother Shi Yurong's clothes onto the steamer deck from Hongshanqiao Pier in Fuzhou, carrying a baggage as thin as an animal skin. The Kuomintang government issued an oral order, and the Taiwanese civilian ship had a small number of people, and the trip was in a hurry, so it was light and simple. They were almost escorted onto the ship, and the conductor's attitude was as cool as the morning breeze. They went north along the Min River, and the steamboat traveled for a day and a night. When they docked at the Yanping Pier in central Min, fog filled the Min River, and the cascading mountain towns and houses revealed ghostly gray shadows in the fog. Fang Meicui was as obedient as a sick cat, clinging tightly to Shi Yurong's side, her eyes full of timidity, fear and questions.

The dragon is the totem of the Chinese nation; the dragon is one of the "four spirits" in ancient Chinese civilization, that is, the "dragon, phoenix, tiger and turtle"; in the cosmic system of the Five Elements of the Han Dynasty, the four spirits that symbolize the four directions of heaven and earth are: "West Green Dragon, East White Tiger, South Suzaku (ie Phoenix) and North Xuanwu (ie Divine Turtle)". The dragon has been a symbol of power since ancient times, while the phoenix is ​​the embodiment of beauty; the dragon is likened to the god of thunder, lightning, wind and rain, which can call for wind and rain, and benefit all people; the phoenix is ​​likened to the god of the sun, which can illuminate the earth and bring auspiciousness. Scholar Wen Yiduo said: "In the earliest sense, the dragon and the phoenix represent the two most basic units of our ancient nations - the Xia nation and the Yin nation.

To commemorate the forty-fifth anniversary of the victory of the Anti-Fascist War, the leadership assigned me to write an article. The content is mainly about the atrocities committed by the Japanese in our region and the heroic deeds of the people in the region in resisting Japan. This is an old and old topic. The leader reminded me to check the county annals! It reminds me that nature is the national spirit and main theme! I actually went to find a newly compiled county chronicle, and turned to the chapter about the occupation of Japan and the Anti-Japanese War. Reading those short paragraphs, I suddenly remembered some stories I heard when I was a child. The narrators of my stories are all honest farmers. They can't make things up. They tell fragments and incomplete stories. They all experienced things personally, so they are included in the county annals. But when they told it to me, there was a gap of more than twenty years between the time when the story took place.

At dusk, a cavalry force of more than thirty people appeared on the mountain road with jagged rocks and towering ancient trees. The soldiers unsheathed their arrows and watched the surroundings nervously. In the middle of the team was a sedan carried by two people, on which sat Wang Tianren, the prefect of Tongzhou wearing a fifth-grade crown. At this moment, he closed his eyes leisurely, and his fat cheeks danced with the vibration of the sedan. Officer Liu Jun looked at the mountains and forests where the sunset was gradually fading, and he couldn't help but feel worried. This place is called "Shocking Ridge". Thieves often come and go to kill people and steal goods. It is the most dangerous road on Nanjiang Road. Before leaving, Governor Zhang kept telling him that Magistrate Wang was the most important witness in the examination fraud case, and there must be no mistakes... But Magistrate Wang refused to ride a horse, and the sedan could not move fast no matter what. He, a small officer in the Governor's Court, was helpless in the face of this arrogant court official.

In the summer of 1966, the storm surged. Luo Zhongshu, a foreign language teacher at Sichuan Normal University, was beaten into a monster overnight and locked up in a cowshed. When the Red Guards were out fighting or holding criticism meetings, they ordered him to wear inferior suits, tie his ties crookedly, hang up the black card of "reactionary academic authority, foreign slave, traitor" and bow his head in public... History has made a big joke on people. In the 1930s and 1940s, Luo Zhongshu served as the dean of the School of Liberal Arts of West China Union University. He traveled to Europe many times and played an important role in the cultural exchange between the East and the West. However, he never wore western clothes. In his later years, Qian Mu wrote: "Zhongshu studied in England and heard that he wore royal robes instead of suits all year round. After returning from traveling in Europe and America, he still wore robes.

Wu Erfen is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and vice chairman of the Xiamen Writers Association. Won the Fujian Provincial Government Hundred Flowers Literary and Art Award and the Xiamen Municipal Government Literary and Art Award. Published novels "Engraved Block", "Room No. 9", "Sisters", "Human Skin Drum", historical monographs "Xiamen and Taiwan: Integration and Progress", "Taiwan's Local Culture Rooted in China", etc. Tingzhou - a famous historical city with thousands of years of history. Tingzhou was built in the 24th year of Kaiyuan of the Tang Dynasty (AD 736). Since then, the ancient city of Tingzhou has experienced city wall changes and is located among thousands of mountains. It has become the seat of state, county, road and government in all dynasties from the prosperous Tang Dynasty to the end of the Qing Dynasty and the center of politics, economy and culture in western Fujian. Tingzhou-the world-famous Hakka capital. Since the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the Han people in the Central Plains have traveled through the mountains and forests to avoid wars and entered the barbaric lands of Fujian and Guangdong. After thousands of years of multiplication, they finally created a world-famous Hakka ancestral land.

Zhao Sanlang fell into a trap when he asked for marriage and was beaten and scolded "Whoosh--", and a feather arrow shot at the old bird's nest in the big poplar tree. "Wow -", the nesting old bird screamed and flew up. "Whoosh--", another feather arrow shot through the old bird, and the old bird fell to the ground. The one who fired the arrow was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who was riding a horse and shooting - this brave boy was the third young master of the Zhao family, a well-known martial artist in this locality, the big name Zhao Chengbin, with both nicknames. This boy has practiced martial arts with his father since he was a child, and he has some skills in equestrian, archery and marksmanship. It was the late autumn of 1930, and Zhao Laosan was having a great time riding around, shooting arrows at flying birds. Suddenly a fast horse rushed out from the side, startling his mount. "Xuelihong" jumped up and raised its front hooves, overturning Zhao Laosan and throwing him backwards.

"Beidahuang" is a name that touches the hearts of countless educated youths. From 1968 to 1976, 540,000 educated youths from big cities rushed to Heilongjiang and entered the Great Northern Wilderness with declining grass and cold smoke. When a large number of educated youth returned to the city in 1976, some of them stayed. 40 Years have passed, and the girls and boys of the past are now gray-haired old men. The best years of their lives have been dedicated to this strange land. From the Heilongjiang River to the Hongxinglong Reclamation Area, they left their footprints everywhere. How to choose between a mute husband and Harbin? Can the marriage vows once promised be kept under the temptation of returning to the city? Let the children stay with you or go back to the city to study? Why didn't Sun Jiwei, who was accused of "blocking Mao Zedong Thought", return to the city? There are also Zhou Junyue who "don't want a future but love", Kang Jinhuan who bravely takes on the heavy responsibility of raising mental patients, Zhang Yulin who can't fulfill his filial piety before the bed and can only face his mother's grave...