Library

Black rain suddenly fell from the sky. For many years, the people of Laoyuwa had not encountered such a thing, and people were suddenly immersed in panic. I don't know when the rain started in the night, but it was pouring non-stop. When the black rain fell, Mao Houzi's brother Mao Ersi came to him and asked him if he still wanted a child? Mao Houzi was a little confused and said, your little niece is just one month old, what kind of child do I want? Go pick it up. Where to pick? It's raining black, why are you wandering in all directions? I'm going to lie to you. I'm a donkey, a rabbit, and a tortoise.

The morning sun was clear and bright, shining on Ximang's desk, and a lot of dust was floating in the beam. The class bell has already rang. The Chinese teacher stepped forward, but west Mang didn't notice. He was still leaning on the table tiredly, his eyes dim and blurred, staring at the dust in front of him. The squad leader shouted to stand up, but west Mang didn't hear it. The students stood up with a rumble and stood silently, waiting for the teacher to "sit down". But the Chinese teacher didn't say anything. She put down her handout folder, raised her right hand, and gently lifted her long hair hanging in front of her forehead, fully exposing one of her eyes, like a singer on the Xunyang River. She stared at Ximang, and the eyes of her classmates also shot towards Ximang. There were a few slight boos in the classroom. West Mang felt something strange, slowly sat up straight and looked around.

Mo Yang, why are you pretending you can't play basketball? This sentence was whispered in Mo Yang's ear by Chen Lei during the physical education class in the sixth week of his freshman year. Mo Yang and Chen Lei were both in the badminton class. Mo Yang, as usual, sat on the sidelines after the teacher announced free practice, while Chen Lei walked to his side and squatted down. Mo Yang looked directly at Chen Lei's crew-cut head and said, have you ever seen me play basketball? Chen Lei shook his head and said no. Mo Yang said, then why did you say I can play ball? I won't. Chen Lei said, It's impossible. I saw it with my own eyes that day. You jumped over the badminton net on the second court. Such good jumping is rarely born. If you ask me, you must have gone through rigorous training.

As I expected, something happened that morning. At about ten o'clock, dozens of people spread out on the primary school playground, and the atmosphere was peaceful. Tang Jinshui did not attract any special attention when he walked out of the crowd, because there were many people on the scene and moved around frequently. The young man looked averagely dressed and his behavior was not particularly eye-catching. At that time, the attention of the people on the field was concentrated under the flag stand on the east side of the playground. Tang Jinshui quietly approached the target in a roundabout way without everyone noticing, circled half a circle around the playground, passed through the school cafeteria door on the north side of the campus, and entered the urinal on the right side of the teaching building. He stayed in the urinal for a long time, looking inside, until the few people under the flag stand dispersed, then he came out of the urinal, lowered his head and walked quickly towards the beer box. Xiao Wang, the township civil affairs assistant, noticed Tang Jinshui as he approached the target.

This book is the most classic pirate-themed masterpiece in Europe. The movie "Pirates of the Caribbean" was adapted from the story content of this book. The famous Hollywood movie stars Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp performed it with all their heart, creating a box office miracle of over 1 billion US dollars. In the West, the name of the protagonist in this book has even become synonymous with pirates. The book topped the recommendation list of the American Publishing Weekly and was selected as a must-read for European and American teenagers. The author of this book uses vivid writing to describe a series of famous pirate stories, from Captain Brand's ghost to Jack Ballister's treasure. The scenes are either interesting or thrilling, making people feel as if they are actually there. A large number of famous pirate leaders, including the famous Blackbeard Edward Teach, Captain Kidd, Black Baronet Roberts, etc. Are all legendary figures in the history of pirates during this period...

Li Shijiang was born in Ningde, Fujian Province in 1974 and graduated from Beijing Normal University in 1997. Currently living in Beijing, writing full-time. Published four works in Taiwan including "More Fake Than Love" and "They Are All Great", and published the novel "Xiaoyaoyou" in the Mainland, which won the 2006 "Chinese Literature Media Award". In 2007, he released the masterpiece "Fu Shou Chun", which was awarded "Top Ten Best Books of the Year" by "New Express". The short story "Covered Bridge's Lost Dream: Migrant Workers' Edition" was selected into the German version of "Selected Chinese Short Stories in the 21st Century" to be exhibited at the Frankfurt Book Fair. Some works have been translated into English, French, Japanese and other languages ​​and are widely circulated overseas. He also wrote the historical biography "Living Like Cao Cao". "Three Lanes and Seven Alleys" is his first fictional historical novel.

Jin Ge, whose real name is Jin Lishan, was born in 1962 and currently works for the Xianning Municipal Radio, Film and Television Bureau. Published novella collection "Who is the Winner". At first, I didn't understand why Company Commander Wang of the Military Propaganda Team wanted to give our company a dog, and asked Chen Zhao, the youngest and most outstanding person in the company, to feed it by name. When the instructor Lao Du called her, she was bending over, sticking her butt out and swinging a shovel to shovel mud into the mud bucket, working as a small worker for me, a mason who "catch ducks to the shelves". When the instructor Lao Du called her, she was bending over, sticking her butt out and swinging a shovel to shovel mud into the mud bucket, working as a small worker for me, a mason who "catch ducks to the shelves". She said "Hey", turned around and brushed the bangs that covered half of her face, took a breath and asked: What are you doing? Lao Du shook the black ball in his hand and said: "Puppy, the company commander said I'll leave it to you to feed!"

Hiding behind a cement pillar under the garden pavilion, I saw a dim light leaking from the east window on the fifth floor, and the stone hanging in my heart suddenly fell to the ground - Amitabha, the owner of the room is at home! Pi Zhiyuan is not an idealist, but he has a habitual psychological expectation when doing everything, that is, everything will go smoothly without any mistakes. He took out his mobile phone and pressed out a series of Arabic numerals - behind this string of Arabic numerals was the person he wanted to see tonight. Be sure to call first. This is one of the things Xi Rangcai, director of the Political Affairs Office, told him to pay attention to. Previously, there were rumors in the bureau that the former head chef went to the canteen on the third floor to start a fire at five o'clock in the morning and found a beautiful woman from the bureau flowing out of the room at the east end of the fifth floor. When he went downstairs, he happened to meet the master chef, looking quite flustered.

In the spring five years ago, my silly uncle gave me a phone call. At that time, I was in my second year of high school at a key middle school in the city. My uncle is stupid, so there is no way that my uncle would know that his phone call changed my life choices from then on. My uncle told me on that phone call that my mother got into a fight with Hu Yuxiang from Ertiao Lane over business. As a result of the fight, my mother was bitten on the arm by Hu Yuxiang. My uncle said on the phone that Hu Yuxiang's mouth was so cruel that a piece of meat on your mother's arm was about to be bitten off by her! Teacher Wang, who is in charge of student life, informed me to pick up the call. When I heard the news, I burst into tears immediately. After putting down the phone, I quickly asked Teacher Wang for leave, hurriedly got on the city bus, and then took the ferry back to my home in the northern suburbs of the city.

On a noon in early September 1987 when tigers were raging in autumn, I was "repairing the earth" in the cornfield when I suddenly made a critical decision that turned out to be absolutely true and changed the direction of my life. I joined the army on November 12 of this year, but I always stubbornly believed that from that day on, I secretly joined the army. But later, when I sorted out my life history, I was pleasantly surprised to find from the warehouse of memory that the seeds of my soldiering were planted on that unforgettable morning when I was six or seven years old. However, it had been dormant and only sprouted when I was eighteen years old. The cornfield was airtight and it was the hottest time of the day. I was like a steamed bun in a pot. "You are destined to be a farmer. Just be willing to work on the land. Whatever you think about is in vain!"

Habits are hard to change, even if a person suddenly becomes a frightened bird. Before leaving the attic, Mao Chen glanced around with bright eyes as usual. The air conditioner is hung on the pure white wall, looking like a tumor growing in the body of the house. It is static and firm, but it makes a hissing sound that has not changed for many years, which makes a thoughtful person think of something unknown. A plastic stretch curtain covers the sunny window. The prints on the curtain are in the pastoral style of a secret realm: egrets take off on the grass in front of the dense forest, and the Populus euphratica forest in spring is full of grace. In fact, various market sounds will continue to come from behind the curtain, but Maochen can often turn a deaf ear to those sounds - just such a cheap landscape painting can turn him into a deceitful person.

QQ chat record on May 1st Liu Baiyi: Happy holidays! Chen Huihui: Oh, happy. Liu Baiyi: Today is a holiday and there is no one in the office. I secretly came online, hoping to meet you. Chen Huihui: I didn't expect that we are all equally bored, haha. Liu Baiyi: Although I don't know whether you are a boy or a girl, it seems... Chen Huihui: What? Liu Baiyi: I am quite destined to you. Chen Huihui: Come on, bullshit fate. In this way, all living things on the earth are destined, because they are all on the same earth... Liu Baiyi: Well, what you said makes sense, then you should be a man.

"I'm so sorry, I only drew 100,000 sketches in 33 years." What are you talking about? Who said that? According to the tone, it should be said by Gustave Doré (1832-1883) himself, but there is no indication. You can count this number over and over again, you are right, six digits, it is one hundred thousand! Is that an exaggeration? But at the beginning of 2014, when Gustave Doré's paintings were exhibited at the Musée d'Orsay, the pictorial published by the exhibition had this sentence printed in extra-large font on the inside page of the cover. Other newspapers and magazines rushed to quote it. These days, the media likes to sensationalize things, just because they're afraid it's not hot enough. The important thing is to surprise people. Who is going to accuse the lie of art? And these sketches are just pencil drawings, sketches for copperplate or woodblock production. He also painted oil paintings, watercolors, and created sculptures. How many thousands are they? After you saw the exhibition, you dived into his albums and information.

The gas company was restructured. Two years later, workers went on strike. The secretary of the party committee of the company did not oppose the workers' strike in the factory. He would deal with the chairman at one moment and negotiate with the workers at another. As the party secretary of this company, what on earth did he want to do? The harsh reality, fierce conflicts, and complex contradictions make this novel suspenseful and full of power. "I'm here waiting for you to come back, waiting for you to come back and watch the peach blossoms bloom..." Du Huiru's cell phone rang over and over again. The ringtone was very beautiful, but Du Huiru didn't hear it. The ringing bell was not loud in the first place, but now it was hidden in the document bag. The bag was still covered with the clothes thrown away in panic. Therefore, when the "peach blossoms bloomed", Du Huiru was still dreaming. The wind picked up outside the window.

"Feng Ziheng, if you stop me again and don't allow me to see my junior sister, be careful and I'll let you walk through the market with a pig's head on your head!" Ning Su showed her white teeth and rolled up her sleeves, pressing forward step by step. While hiding from Ning Su's figure like the wind, Feng Ziheng repeatedly begged for mercy: "Asu Asu, be careful. Don't use too much force. It's not worth applying medicine to your hand if it hurts. Why don't I pinch myself to show you? Satisfaction guaranteed, five-star praise guaranteed..." A small farce was staged at Feng's house early in the morning. Feng Ziheng was an agent of the Criminal Department of the Song Dynasty. Due to the death of his father, he returned to his hometown Dingyou. While passing through Qingxi County, I met Ning Su, a girl I had a crush on many years ago. What surprised Feng Ziheng was that Ning Su was as beautiful as before, but she was wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe and had a cold expression on her brows. The two collided and encountered several bizarre cases. One is cold, one is hot, one is smart and alert, and the other is brave and courageous. The sparks they create are comparable to the fireworks on Lantern Festival night.

In autumn in the north, the skylight shortens the distance and does not negotiate with others. If sleep still comes at the same time, there will be some dark and lonely time out of thin air, which needs to be spent with all your strength. The story circulated on the street about Lin Yanjing's admiration for Jin Zhi, the owner of the street corner newsstand, also added a lot of room for imagination. One evening, while I was making milk tea, Xiaofen leaned on the counter and said, "It's said that Sister Jinzhi doesn't like Lin Yang because of his boring personality." I looked at Xiao Fen's beautiful face and said, Fen, we don't understand a person, so we shouldn't judge him. Lin Jiangyang has a rich heart, but people don't know it. After saying that, I poured tea for Xiaofen, turned on the light, and sighed, it seems to be getting dark very early today.

What I want to tell you is the story of my two cats, but because I haven't sat down and chatted with people for a long time, I also want to tell you something else. Where to start? Let's start with the New Year's Day calendar. On New Year's Day, I went to the supermarket and bought a beautifully printed desk calendar. Its paper was as tough as a brand-new RMB, and it made a pleasant sound when I turned it over with my fingers. I put it on my desk. I hope every day this year will be different from the past. This year is different from the past. This year I will be turning fifty. This year, my son will turn eighteen. This year, he took the college entrance examination. His mother promised my son ten years ago that he could come to my place after the college entrance examination. This evening, I sat at my desk until midnight. In the middle of the night, I stretched out my fingers and planned to tear off the top page of the desk calendar.

Hearing his wife's rustling sound in the hall, Liao Shiqiu poked his head out of the study and asked: Are you going to the vegetable market? My wife said: Yes, are you going? Go out for a walk and relax. It's time for you to enjoy some human fireworks... Liao Shiqiu: When did I stop eating human fireworks? Liao Shiqiu said as he put on his coat and followed his wife out the door. In fact, Liao Shiqiu is very willing to visit the wet market, especially in spring, when all kinds of small seafood are on the market. Some of the small seafood may not even be something he likes to eat, but he likes the lively seafood on the hawker stalls and the bustling atmosphere of the wet market.

The wind picked up. Everything is changing places. A cicada caught the wind, escaped from the gap in the tree, and fell to the ground on its back. Lingding's thin feet reached up to his belly, making Jiang Huangxu unable to bear to look at it any longer. Give me a hand. So he raised one foot and gave it a kick on the forehead. A little bit stuck to the sole of the shoe, and then wiped off neatly. It was a sycamore leaf, and half of the leaf floated to it, and then it stopped thoughtfully. Jiang Huangxu leaned against the only sycamore tree on the outskirts of the city, turned on his phone, and played with Snake for a while. The picture was so crude that he only had five minutes to kill. After breathing in the dust for another five minutes, the dust settled and turned into a clear sky. His eyes moved down along the horizon, but there were a few empty pieces at the lower end. They were square pieces of dark and cool-colored fabric brought down from the lime-white background. The two-dimensional fabric has an extra dimension and becomes a factory building.

On Monday morning, the sun had already risen high, and Xiao Rong was still combing her hair slowly in front of the mirror. She braided her hair several times, but she was still not satisfied, so she simply combed it into a ponytail. The ponytail was a little loose, so she caught some water under the faucet with her hand and gathered her hair. She didn't want to go to school at all. Her mother has been nagging her for the past two days, asking her to come back and let her know as soon as the test results are announced. Her father didn't push her so much, but she knew that it wasn't that he didn't care about her studies, but that she had never excelled in studies for so many years, and he was disappointed in her. Xiao Rong's father, Lao Fang, rides a tricycle and travels all over the streets. Every time he passes by the entrance of a key middle school in this small town, some of the students there want to take a tricycle, but he never charges.

When Wu Erhu woke up, his head hurt. He couldn't figure out whether he woke up from pain or the baby's cry. Perhaps, it's both. Wu Erhu's eyes were dark green. He was in a dark green tent, lying on a dark green inflatable bed. Outside, the baby's cries had subsided. Wu Erhu wanted to know where he was, so he endured his headache and got up with difficulty and walked out of the tent. Outside the tent, there are more than a dozen identical tents. In front of one of the tents, there were about a dozen people of different skin colors, both men and women, discussing something noisily. The baby's cry came from that tent. Wu Erhu walked towards them. While walking and observing, Wu Erhu had roughly figured out that this might be an island, and all the tents were set up on the beach.

On the first day when Zhen Qiming reported to the Yicheng Justice Bureau, he was nicknamed "Urban Primitive". That night, Zhen Qiming was taken to the Hongyang Seafood Restaurant by the director. He returned to the bureau parking lot in the middle of the night to pick up his car. He didn't know Uncle Liang's doorkeeping rules. This was also the doorkeeping rule in the entire city's residential complex. After midnight, he would charge one dollar for each door opening. He knocked Uncle Liang up and made the old man stand by the iron gate for a few minutes in the cold spring without paying. Uncle Liang was so angry that he said he was an urban primitive who didn't understand anything. After the nickname spread, everyone in the bureau covered their mouths and laughed secretly, saying that the nickname was very vivid and appropriate. They found that the new director of the Lawyer Management Office did not smoke, did not drink, did not know mahjong, did not play poker, and could not sing or dance. In short, he did not know any of the social skills that urbanites should have.

When Wang Xuehan, deputy director of the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department of Menghe Hospital, was changing dressings for the 32-bed patient, her hands were shaking. She felt this way, but in fact, no one else could tell. In the eyes of the interns, Director Wang is still so calm and has the same gentle smile as always, which makes people admire him. But Wang Xuehan knew that she was trembling a little, maybe the trembling was only in her heart. For ten years, Wang Xuehan's surgical skills have become famous throughout Menghe County. Many caesarean sections have no trace of the operation after a few years. Because the incision is small and transverse, it becomes a wrinkle on the abdomen over time, and it is difficult to recognize it unless you look closely. But something bad happened in the summer of 2013. Not only did the incisions of two patients fail to grow properly, but they also cracked and yellow liquid leaked out.

Farewell Speech On the morning of the popular election, Qin Ruhai stood under the flag pole of the village primary school and gave a farewell speech. At this time, Qin Ruhai had esophageal cancer in the advanced stage, and the cancer cells had spread throughout the body. Because his body was extremely weak, Qin Ruhai was sweating profusely, and he continued to speak intermittently. True to his word, he used his last strength to push his son Qin Ba forward. Qin Ruhai's tragic speech had an effect. Before Qin Ba was elected as the director of the village committee with a high vote, Qin Ba had already taken over the responsibility of the branch secretary, so Qin Ba, the branch secretary and the village chief carried him home on his shoulders.

Pang Yuru opened her eyes when she heard the sound of water drops splashing on the metal awning, but she couldn't figure out whether she heard the sound first and then woke up, or woke up first and then heard the sound. The sound came from the building opposite, ding-ding-dong-dong, very nice, a bit like beads falling on a jade plate. The sound was both like the sound of rain and the sound of water dripping from someone upstairs watering the plants. They hit the metal awning, jumped happily, and then jumped from the awning to the ground. In terms of geographical location, this courtyard is the front yard of the building where Pang Yuru lives, but it is the backyard of the other two buildings. The three buildings are like the three sides of a box. Looking out from the other side along the wall are some endless mountains. At the foot of the mountains are some low-rise houses, inhabited by some migrant workers.

Song Daquan died after a long illness and his words turned into a mystery. Life is both strong and fragile for human beings. Song Daquan was bedridden at home for four years. Although he was half-stretched and unable to move, he would feel hungry if he did not eat three meals a day and he was full of energy. People from the street who often visited me said that the old man was fine and alive. However, something unexpected happened. One day, a high fever broke out. My son and daughter were running around. They had used all kinds of new and special medicines to reduce fever, inflammation, and antibacterial medicines, but they still felt hot all over and couldn't wake up.

Since Mou Ye became famous in Qingshan County, there have been many beauties learning writing from him, but he has never been so moved at first sight as he is today. In order to activate the folk cultural activities in Qingshan County, the Qingshan County Mass Art Museum organized a free story creation training class and invited Mou Ye, a well-known story writer in Qingshan County, to give a lecture. As soon as the news came out, Qingshan County was a sensation. Many story lovers and primary and secondary school students heard about it, including The school literary groups of two universities in the county collectively signed up to participate. Due to the large number of applicants, the Mass Art Museum set up an open-air podium in the courtyard. Four to five hundred people came that day. Mou Ye's real name was Sun Kai. After graduating from college, he returned to Qingshan County with his girlfriend. However, his girlfriend's parents thought that Sun Kai was not good at making a living. He spent all his time writing and writing instead of doing his job, so they forcibly married their daughter to a sales section chief of a very profitable company.

The younger sister committed suicide, and the mentally ill brother-in-law was identified as his wife's murderer. Song Shujie, her sister who is a police officer, discovered that the case was full of doubts and loopholes and that it was an unjust case. In order to clear her brother-in-law's grievances, she persisted in petitioning and complaining for 12 years. She wrote 10,000 letters of appeal, more than 1.5 Million words, and petitioned more than 800 times. After going through many hardships, she finally got her brother-in-law acquitted and saw the light of day again. She staged a contemporary version of Sister Yang's complaint. Police officer Song Shujie's complaint process was full of twists and turns, and the judicial corruption revealed was shocking. "Third Sister Yang's Complaint" is a play that has been performed for a long time on the stage of Pingju Opera in my country. In the seventh year of the Republic of China, Sanjie Yang, a daughter of the Republic of China, went to the county government to file a complaint in order to redress the injustice of her dead sister. The county magistrate took bribes, corrupted the law, and ordered the murderer to pay compensation. Sanjie Yang refused to accept the verdict and went to the Tianjin Higher Procuratorate to appeal. The new director enforced the law impartially, found out the truth, and brought the murderer to justice.

This is an era in which humans are highly evolved and artificial intelligence is highly developed. Ordinary Kangmang people live on government subsidies. Even the reproduction of offspring has to be done by lottery. Only those who win the lottery have the opportunity to have their own children. The elite Verdens, on the other hand, pursue immortality and try to obtain a body that will not perish through AI. Gao tide, a Kangmang native, met his rival Su Xin. The rivals became friends and the friends became husband and wife. However, the biological intelligence in vivo experiment contract signed by the two cannot be terminated. Su Xin regrets it, but is unable to save it! At the same time, Qingtian, the top player in artificial intelligence, believes that artificial intelligence has surpassed human intelligence and no longer wants to be restricted. His behavior gradually crosses the line and threatens human safety.

It was a kind of professional alertness. Even in his deep sleep, Song Baoqi would be awakened by a short and subtle text message ring, and his reaction in the ignorant state was accurate: he picked up the phone from the pillow and pointed it at the position: Hello, who are you? SMS SMS! The wife next to him is more amazing than him. She is always aware of any trouble in the dark and has an extremely clear mind. Next, the man held the phone in front of the woman and asked her to read it. This is also normal. The reason for this is that firstly, he does not need to find glasses, which saves him a lot of trouble. Secondly, it is also the most substantial: he is "refreshing" on the outside "at this stage", has no concerns about exposing his privacy, and is willing to go along with the flow to prove his innocence.

It's absolutely true, she has it! As soon as Huang Yingzi left, Lulu ran into the bedroom and took out the pregnancy tester and tested her urine. The first thought was to tell my husband quickly. But what about my husband? He didn't go home until dark. She sighed, picked up a pen, and scribbled carelessly on a newspaper, but it turned out to be a sketch of a house: a two-story red brick house, with a tall flower tree in the front yard, either peach or cherry blossoms. I'm about to have a baby and it's time to buy a house. When will I have my own house? She dropped the pen with all her strength and stood up. Her husband is an old beauty named Tony. Lulu is plain-looking, but her husband is handsome. Many women were convinced, and their tongues were rumbling behind their backs: Is there something wrong with the beauty's eyes? How many Chinese beauties are normal in their eyes? Most of them look a bit heretical.

It is said that female graduate students are the worst. They worry about their thesis during the day and about getting married at night. But Liu Yiyi feels that she is not just worried. The thesis, getting married, and finding a job are simply three big mountains weighing on her head. She feels breathless all the time. Today's blind date shocked her again. Today, this person was introduced to her by her senior brother's wife, who is a PhD student in the Department of Information Engineering. This condition sounds very exciting, because the husband in her mind should be an engineering major and should also have a doctorate. But based on experience, she was not only worried, but also didn't dare to have high hopes: the doctor who was almost thirty years old was still single, and he might be a problem man no matter how you thought about it. It doesn't matter if you are shorter or uglier, men are talented and women are good-looking, as long as you are a man, you just need to be talented. I am afraid that I have some flaws in my character, such as being cowardly, withdrawn, weird, and nerdy, any of which will make people feel uncomfortable.

This is a beautiful and sunny day during the May Day holiday. It is a good time to travel. Pearl Spring Park is full of tourists. Gao Jun and Li Lu also came to Pearl Spring Park for an outing with their sons. The season is spring, the park is full of red flowers and green willows, and birds are flying and singing. Tourists walked and took pictures together in twos and threes. There are people queuing up to buy tickets for every attraction. The Pearl Spring Park on the outskirts of the city not only has long holidays like May Day, but also has many citizens coming to play every weekend. To this end, the Municipal Public Transport Company has specially opened a bus line from the Drum Tower in the city center to Pearl Spring Park. This route does not have a numerical name, such as: No. 36, No. 91. It is just called the Guzhen Line based on its starting and ending points. Although the Pearl Spring Park area has long been included in the city, this bus line has not been renamed.

While writing about Zhong Daoxin's wise life in Montreal, news of Zhong Daoxin's sudden death came thousands of miles away. "Why not take a leisurely walk" is a title that has been planned for a long time. It forms a companion piece with "Heaven sends a great responsibility to this person" about Zhao Yu. "Salvation" and "freedom" have always been propositions of religion, philosophy, and literary functions. They are the polar orientations of human life values ​​and lifestyles. Who would have thought that a sentence describing Zhong Dao's new philosophy of life and survival would turn into a lament for the impermanence of life and its brevity. It has the meaning of Cao Cao's poem "The geometry of life is like singing to wine"! It's a bit bizarre and a bit unbelievable. When I write on the computer, I always use the "Hanwang pen".

A group of people can go from planning an uprising to feeling dissatisfied, from uniting with others to killing each other, almost instantly. When you are with people, you will inevitably fall into a situation out of control. It is better to be with sheep, where the sky is high and the clouds are clear, and you don't care about anything else. Misfortune always befalls the Cui family, a gray-tiled house at the foot of the east hillside. Last year, Cui Changsheng's only son and daughter-in-law were preparing to go to the city to work like other young people in the village after autumn, but something happened one night. That night, they were pulling the last cart of soybeans home. Because the truck was overloaded and seriously overloaded, the crossbar was crushed and the truck rolled over. It was going downhill again, and the truck fell into a deep ditch created by a flash flood. Both of them were dead when they were pulled out.

One morning before Christmas, Liu Xiang learned of Arthur's death. It was news from the Grand Gazette of Montreal, saying that a body was found in Newman Street Central Park. The person who found it said that maybe the snowstorm was too heavy yesterday and the person got lost. Some people said that the person looked like a homeless man because he was disheveled and had a shopping bag with him, and there were two bottles of beer in the shopping bag. He is thin and five feet tall. In his pocket, his medical card was found and his name was Arthur Bruce. Liu Xiang was sitting in a warm office with a cup of freshly brewed coffee in front of him. He stared at the news in shock. The past events were like heavy snow falling from the sky. Liu Xiang looked out the window and fell into memories.

If it hadn't been for the inexplicable phone call from his wife, it's hard to say whether Xu Chengxi walked into the house horizontally or vertically tonight. Xu Chengxi and the two vice presidents of the company were drinking happily with senior officials who were useful to them at the Charming Hotel. Ordinarily, with the air conditioner on in the private room, you won't be sweating profusely even in the sweltering heat. However, he was happy today because he was able to take over the Radio and Television Building in the city that made several major construction companies jealous. He changed his usual composure and shouted loudly while drinking: "Drink! Whoever goes home sober today will not be enough of a friend!" He raised his neck and swallowed a large glass of beer. The phone rang.

After getting off the bus, Mr. Yi spat on the butt of the bus which was getting smaller and smaller. He picked up two snakeskin bags and came back to celebrate the New Year, as if he was wearing good clothes for fear that others would not see it. His cheek had long turned into a piece of money paper, yellow and dry. The village committee office building stands tall and powerful like a command tower beside the village road. Three crows were pecking at a fluffy crow carcass. A stupid goose stretched its neck that was destined to be slaughtered, opened and closed its mouth, and screamed non-stop, smelling bad. Before he had even taken a few steps away, the faint smell of filter smoke, mixed with the pungent smell of garlic and the scent of a woman's rouge body, drifted into his nostrils. This is the taste of the village chief. There was a man in front of me with thin hands and feet, blocking the road like a big grasshopper. He must be the village chief. His tall shadow fell backwards and pressed on Old Man Yi's body.

Li Zuopeng was frightened to death when he received the note from Wang Huaxiang's entrustment. My best friend was admitted to a city hospital, and I didn't know a single powerful person. To what extent is public medical care corrupt nowadays? This teacher Wang went beyond the township and county levels and was admitted to a city hospital? The omen is ominous! He packed up and took a ride straight to the city. It only lasts about ten days. Wang Huaxiang got drunk once at Zuopeng's house, and then fell ill. No one took him seriously. As the old saying goes, a drunken illness will last three days. Although Wang Huaxiang is a middle school teacher and a scholar, his physique is as strong as an ox. Except for drinking occasionally, he does not smoke. He is not greedy for big fish and meat. He runs long-distance and winter swimming. He also likes literature. He and Zuo Peng are the only two talented people in Huaqu Liuxiang. He has no wife and does not flirt with women (he is extremely dull and conservative). Such a person was admitted to the city hospital in ten days?

I am so greedy for this world that I have to occasionally go to the cemetery, just like wandering on the edge of the abyss; I love this time when I am alive, but I love only when I think of death, especially in front of the grave. A typical cemetery puts the occasional visitor into a trance, as if they have traveled for many years to reach the place. The large and inlaid boulders here seem weightless, just a vast expanse of nothingness covered with stones, while the wind passing through the dense pine forest is heavy. The clouds, belonging to the bewitched blossoming patterns in the murals, hang motionless. Some of the westerly sunlight is dozing on the hillside, making shadows superimpose. Accompanied by the moist sighs of ferns or moss, the silence here emits a gray light. Those monuments erected in memory somehow show the look of forgetfulness, resulting from daily weariness and finally ancient loneliness.

Zhao Xinqi was in a bad mood. When she walked into the office, her face was still dark and red. Full of pig liver color. Xiao Wan, who arrived first, was cleaning the table at Director Shu's desk. Seeing that he looked bad, he walked to his desk and wiped his desk while saying, "Director Zhao, the city's rainfall meteorological observatory has sent you the rainfall data last night. Do you want to print a copy for you?" What kind of director is the director? His name makes people feel numb, and the deputy director is transferred. Zhao Xinqi threw her briefcase heavily on the unfinished desk and refused to answer Xiao Wan's words. Xiao Wan was young, but he knew how to see things. Seeing that Zhao Xinqi was very angry, he stopped talking and hurriedly wiped his desk clean, then wiped Director Shu's and his own desks.

I am going to a city to show my ambitions. My profession is a liar. I love my profession very much. I have an absolute advantage in pursuing my profession: I have been quick to respond since I was a child. I can tell lies with ease and without leakage. More importantly, I am born with a simple and honest face with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and thick lips. This makes me even more powerful in deceiving people, making them unable to detect them.

Six Pieces of Cookies In the evening, the sun was already beating down on the ground. Captain Yang Mazi stood in the waist-deep grave, still refusing to blow the iron whistle he was holding in his mouth. He shoveled more than twenty bricks stained with lime out of the grave pit, tilted his head and glanced at the west horizon, and saw that the sun had penetrated a small area of ​​the ground. Then he puffed up his cheeks and blew the whistle to signal the end of work. Before the whistle sounded, the thirty or so grave diggers jumped out of the pit one by one impatiently. Xiao Daya and I and some other people carried shovels, big iron picks, and pickaxes. Yang Mazi and others used small carts to push bricks, stone strips, tombstones, and coffin boards. They braved the cold wind and strode home. The rush to go home for dinner caused waves of flying dust to rise along the path. Piles of small, smooth sand beans on the road were rolled around by the fast soles of their feet.

"I'm looking up, above the moon..." Gao Yige was having dinner when the cell phone rang. It was a bit late to have dinner today. At 8:30, Gao Yige had just returned from checking up in the classroom. Because now is an extraordinary period. In the words of the big boss (principal), it is now a "state of emergency preparation." Since we are in a state of emergency preparation, it is normal to be late for dinner. As the head teacher of Class 1, Grade 3, he did not dare to take it lightly. As soon as the Spring Festival passed, the countdown to the college entrance examination began. Countdown calendar signs were hung in the main hall of the school's teaching building and in every classroom. The numbers were turned over every day, and the numbers became smaller and smaller. The atmosphere in the school became more and more tense, and the hearts of teachers and students became tighter and tighter. Gao Yige didn't know who invented this timing method, but it was indeed amazing.

The impressive founder of Microsoft, Bill Gates, became a global billionaire through his wisdom. He is good at using his brain and his heart. He always seems to have an extra pair of eyes and a thinking head than others. Therefore, his Microsoft company ranks first in the world, and he is also a top figure in the world. When Bill Gates talked about the secret of success in an interview with the media, he said, because there are more successful people working for me, I am the custodian of wealth, and I need to find the best way to use it. Famous French fashion designer Pierre Cardin started out penniless. After 40 years of hard work, he owns 17 companies in France, and 50 factories in 110 countries around the world work directly or indirectly for him. The Pierre Cardin brand he founded is popular all over the world. The secret of his success is his extraordinary courage and courage to pioneer... There are so many stories of successful people in the world and in China that we cannot list them all.

There was no wind last night, and more than a foot of new snow covered the ice loosely and evenly. When the sun rose, the Yalu River was dazzlingly white. Occasionally, you can see the footprints of cats and dogs, like a set of musical notes jumping on the clear snow blanket, making the long and peaceful river alive. Many small riverside towns have woken up from last night's slumber. Their roofs and some chimneys are illuminated by the sun. Slowly exhaling white air, the small town covered with thick snow is a little lazy at this time, like a child who has just climbed out of bed. Although the body is sitting or standing, the mind is still in a warm dream. Wang Yan is riding a bicycle from the asphalt road by the river. She really wants to ride faster, but the wheels of the car are twisting and turning on the snow as if they have been drunk. This is the first snow this winter? The fourth or fifth game was just after thirty-nine cold days, and there was a long queue in front.

Every time we meet, my lawyer friend Sun Li pays special attention to my clothes, and even carefully looks at what style of earrings I wear on my ears, because she feels that I always give her unique fashion inspiration. Sun Li said that I was the second woman she had ever seen who was suitable for wearing large, exaggerated earrings. The first one was the well-known dancer Yang Liping. Yang Liping is a woman who looks good in everything she wears. It can be said that Yang Liping is the image of Yunnan in the minds of Chinese people. My ancestral home is in the north, and I was born in Yunnan. I follow the example of dancers in dressing. I also wear red and green colors, a bunch of various silver bracelets, and long, big earrings on my earlobes.

Two months ago, "Under the Dome" was just the name of a popular science fiction drama about a small American town that was suddenly surrounded by a mysterious transparent force field. Nowadays, "Under the Dome" has become a new hot word among Chinese people. A documentary that went viral on the Internet has made "smog" once again become the focus of the public. As mentioned in the film, many international cities have been deeply troubled by air pollution: the London smog incident, the Los Angeles photochemical smog incident... "There is nothing new under the sun." What we are experiencing has been experienced by them before - "Los Angeles Smog Apocalypse" describes the historical details of the formation, development and prevention of photochemical smog pollution in Los Angeles, the United States, as the "city of smog", over the past 60 years. Let us follow the vivid writing style of the two reporters and step into that smoky history - our reality.

Kuang Jinfeng understood Wang Dacai's hint. It was the twelfth lunar month of 1940, and the weather was freezing. Late at night, Bacheng Town was as quiet as a deep sleep. Only the cold north wind swept through the streets, making a sharp whistling sound. Suddenly, a woman's heart-rending screams were heard, and the residents were awakened. Everyone knew that the "wolf" was coming again! The young man looked at his wife who was so frightened that she covered her head. He was filled with grief and anger, clenched his fists, and sighed. The old woman put on her clothes and sat up, clasped her hands together, and chanted Amitabha continuously... The "wolf" was a Japanese commander named Tian Kuichiro. After the "August 13th Incident", he arrived in China and became even more unscrupulous. He burned down houses and killed good people along the way, and often raped women. He was a devil who did many evil things. After the Japanese occupied Bacheng, Tian Jiuichiro led a small team of Japanese soldiers stationed at the Dragon King Temple by Yangcheng Lake.

The temperature in the workshop of Jinlong Electronics Factory is higher than that of toy factories and hardware factories. There is a pungent metallic smell in the air. After a while, my throat is burning and it hurts and itches. The leader said that it was the smell of metallic tin used to solder electronic components on circuit boards, and it was not harmful to the human body.