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Whenever I think of that pit, I can't help but wonder that many times, people's destiny is not in their own hands. Some inconspicuous things have already changed people's lives inadvertently. That's the pit half a foot deep. It was dug out from a poplar branch with a hatchet. It was originally meant to play a trick on me. He likes to play pranks. He often goes to the mountains to cut firewood, herd cattle and pick wild fruits. He often digs a hole on the mountain road when no one is paying attention and covers it with withered grass and leaves, so that no one can easily detect the hidden danger. Many passers-by accidentally stepped into the pit and were either startled or turned upside down. At that time, he was hiding in the bushes and having fun. I have been fooled a few times, and every time I stepped into a pit accidentally, my knees always hurt. That day, Yang Zhizhi and I went up the mountain to herd cattle. At some point, he dug another pit on the mountain road, but I noticed it. "This trick won't work for you anymore."

World and Earth In China at the beginning of the 21st century, there was a poet named Chen Er, whose name on his ID card was Chen Duobao. At that time, most Chinese poets had a pen name, and some had several pen names. The poet Chen Er, also known as Chen Duobao, was born in 1971 in a small mountain village called Shangenchencun in Taizhou, eastern Zhejiang. According to the "Haidong Chen Family Genealogy", the ancestors of the Chen family began to live and multiply here during the Chunxi period of the Southern Song Dynasty. Seven or eight hundred years later, there were still only 60 or 70 families when Chen Duobao was born. Where Chinese people choose to live, they must look at Feng Shui. The simplest model for good Feng Shui is: there is a mountain behind the village and flowing water in front of the village.

When the flood waters subsided, the weather turned colder, and the wind in the morning and evening became biting to the skin. I'm looking forward to the weather getting colder. It would be nice if the dog-day season turns to winter as soon as possible. Fortunately, I have something on my mind - when the weather gets cold, my son Shasan will no longer swim in the river. The river he swims in is not a small ditch, but the Huaihe River. The water of the Huaihe River is not an ordinary water, it can harm people. In the early years, it had a bad temper. In three to five years, there would be floods, houses would collapse and houses would be destroyed, and everything would be wiped out. Nowadays, it has been treated more safely, but it is not safe. Every summer, when its master is not happy, he will take away a few people who splash in the water. Isn't it true that the eldest child of Xiaoliu's family, the head of the village, and the first scholar in the village to be admitted to university, drowned when he went back to the village to swim in the river during vacation?

The poor Houshan Village has to directly elect the village chief (the official name is "Village Committee Director", but people are still used to calling him "village chief"). Du Dagang, who made a fortune in the provincial capital, was tricked by his father into pretending to be ill. It turned out that his uncle, father and uncles wanted him to be the village chief. There are many people who want to be the village chief. In order to win votes, everyone in the village is busy looking for their bosses and providing money. The branch secretary is also secretly doing things. Are these people who want to be village chiefs good leaders in selfless dedication? Can Du Dagang, who originally wanted to continue to make a fortune in the provincial capital, become the village chief? As soon as he returned to his low thatched house and looked at the weather-beaten faces of his uncles, fathers and uncles under the dim light, Du Dagang suddenly lost the feeling of jogging along the forest avenue in the morning in a big city wearing high-end sportswear.

The large playground of Dongfang Primary School is outside the fence. Open a small side door on the right, get out, and your eyes will suddenly open up. The so-called playground is a huge irregular soil flat. A large sand pit was dug in the front left for students to use for long jump. A straight 100-meter runway was created on the left side of the bunker - it was just a matter of tamping the soil, spreading fine sand, and using cement to build a three-inch-high boundary line on both sides. There is also a basketball stand - a giant one-arm made of reinforced concrete, with the upper end extending two feet forward, holding a backboard like a shield, standing alone under a slope on the right side of the playground. The soil slopes connect to the graves, and graves of various sizes spread along the wall of the county machinery factory toward Dongfang Primary School. Most of the graves have steles made of cut bluestones erected in front of them, and these graves are usually relatively full; a few graves without steles are thin and short, and some are about to sink into the ground, but they still stubbornly raise their backs, showing their presence that cannot be ignored.

Du Zhongquan squatted under the table and vomited. He had not finished vomiting out his stomach full of wine, but also wanted to vomit out the bitter bile and his heart, liver and five internal organs. Du Zhongquan cursed himself while vomiting, I, Du Zhongquan, am a pig and a dog, but I just want him, Zhang Tai'an, to go to the county and give me some money to open the tunnel in Backdraft. Isn't it just that I want the two villagers groups in Backwash to have a good way out of the mountain, and not climb the narrow and steep stone wall path when they get out of the mountain? I would drink as many drinks as Zhang Taian asked me to drink. He would drink even when he was drunk, and he would drink even after he vomited. What Zhang Taian said at the wine table was not fart. When he sobered up, he refused to admit anything. He said he didn't promise to get me money, so I'd throw a stone at the sky. My fingers were digging into my throat, and my stomach was still churning, which made me feel extremely upset.

At the beginning of spring, bright popsicles were still hanging from the branches of the trees in the mountains. Wu cadres from the township went to Tiantougang Village to implement the work of building a well-off society in the village. Tiantougang Village is the only road connecting the township. It is a mechanical plowing road that winds like a snake, but it is now tightly sealed by ice. Cadre Wu had no choice but to walk to Tiantougang. The rat-tooth-like ice crunched under his feet, which sounded a bit unsettling. Township cadre Lao Wu has been in contact with Tiantougang Village for a long time. Before the contract responsibility system, I stayed in this village, eating and living in Tiantugang for 200 days out of 360 days a year, and mingling with the villagers. Old Wu was involved in all matters in the village. Even when a villager's pig became ill, Old Wu personally went into the pig's nest to help diagnose the disease and give injections. His nose and eyebrows were unclear and he was covered in pig manure. He didn't care.

The mill is at the eastern end of Duoer Village, close to the irrigation canal of Duoer Village. Throughout the year, villagers will pick up the harvested grain and wash it in irrigation canals. Firstly, it is close to the mill for grinding flour, and secondly, the water in the irrigation canal is clear and can wash the grain cleanly. On a sunny day, the slopes of the irrigation canals are covered with reed mats of various sizes, and the mats of different colors are dotted with patches of different colors. Life in Duoer Village is not rich, and the reed mats are almost never complete. It is normal for a mat to last seven, eight, or ten years. Some mats are so patched that the original appearance and color of the reed mats are no longer visible. Among the women who dried and washed the grain, Xiyue was the most eye-catching.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Yang Dongdong arrived at Minquan Village. If he hadn't met Liu Xiaoqin halfway, he might not have been able to reach Minquan Village tonight. He only knows that this village is located at the junction of two provinces and three counties. It is the most remote village in the county, more than a hundred miles away from the county seat and more than ten miles away from the town where the township government is located. Committee member Han, the organizing committee member of the town party committee, persuaded him to stay in the town for one night. Commissioner Han said that the only mountain villages in our town like Minquan have not yet been connected to asphalt roads, and the two provinces and three counties are always at odds with each other. I plan to repair it after the rainy season this year. Tomorrow there may be a tram or a motorcycle passing by, and you can take a ride there. Yang Dongdong knew that the trampoline that Commissioner Han was talking about was a fuel-powered tricycle. That kind of car was not safe to run in the city. It would easily overturn when it encountered bumps, let alone a rugged mountain road?

This book is a sequel to the author's collection of rural novels "Township Party" published in our company. To live means to live a life. It mainly writes about the rural areas of Guanzhong for decades. In order to survive and pursue a better life, they have struggled tenaciously and unyieldingly, which fully demonstrates the diligence, kindness, righteousness and survival wisdom of the working people. The novel comes from the author's life experience, has an original local flavor, and the story is full of twists and turns.

The village party secretary who just returned from a meeting in the township said that during this year's May Day Labor Day, the township will hold a "Workers' Song" singing competition, and all cadres and masses in the township can sign up to participate. Not only that, in order to promote the construction of rural spiritual civilization and allow rural people to share a cultural feast, the township also clearly stipulates that each village must select at least one representative to participate in this singing competition. This work must be linked to the year-end assessment of the village's "two committees" and evaluated as a performance project this year. According to the village party secretary at the village group leader meeting, the township leaders attach great importance to this "Workers' Song" Singer Competition, in order to reflect the spiritual outlook of the working people in the township through the songs of workers.

The work tells in the first person what happened in the "fields and villages at that time", some novel, bizarre, amusing, and even touching and concerning stories. Grandma, uncle, aunt, old lame soldier, aunt, and "me" and Gou Shengzi, Lunzi, Xiaoyingzi, Suozhu, Shitou, in the unique "season" of China's specific historical time and space, in that "field" and "village", many true stories of life happened and were performed, and at the same time, we felt and harvested strange happiness and sadness, confusion and helplessness. Family, friendship, and fields are the love and pain we can never let go of...

The works are novels with realistic themes. The time span of the novel is from the 1960s to the present, a story that takes place between three generations of grandparents and grandchildren within a period of a decade. Regarding love, hate, life and death, different people in different eras use different outlooks on life and values ​​to deal with it. The result is a long scroll of life with bright colors and strong contrasts. The novel takes Jiangnan as the place where the story takes place. It consciously highlights the regional culture and occasionally mixes in the Jiangnan dialect to depict the warmth and warmth of human relationships between "barren mountains and harsh waters" and "green mountains and green waters".

This novel mainly depicts the rural social reform and development with distinctive regional characteristics that occurred in Tianjiatun, a backward village in the west where the protagonist is located. The protagonist Tian Hua is a young man who is enthusiastic about public welfare and willing to help others. He took on the important responsibility of the village chief in the construction of the new countryside. He helped the villagers get rid of poverty and become rich, and in the process of changing old ideas, he cultivated new people and made the village a model of new rural construction, and at the same time he realized his self-worth.

This is a work that reflects the life of educated youth who have returned to their hometown. This book describes thirteen characters, among whom all ten team members died. However, like those Gao Daquan works in the past, it did not fall into the same stereotype of beauty and grandeur, but actually expressed "this one" in life. It is a living and personalized literary model. Their sacrifices were definitely not for revolution and morality, nor for the ultra-leftist things that were extremely popular at that time, but for taking their respective living conditions and life trajectories to the most real and glorious end of their lives. The work very realistically describes rural life in the 1970s. They had no music, no electric light, no love, no entertainment of any kind. But they worked hard and enjoyed hardships, but they had very good personality. They wrote a generous and tragic life song in that era, which gave us profound inspiration and infection.

A narrative novel. About home, fellow villagers, youth and confession - stories that happened and are happening in that land, the suffering and love and hatred of the folks, the growth and dreams of the youth, as well as the reflections and confessions of those who have experienced the "catastrophe", and the farmers' yearning and efforts for the city. There are dozens of stories, each one making people feel sad and sad. This book takes the lives of three generations of "He Fang Village" as the main line, and integrates the cultural revolution, reform and opening up and other major historical backgrounds. It reflects the existence of the entire society through the joys, sorrows and joys of the villagers of "He Fang Village".

Sun San's village is more than two miles away from the county seat. It used to be called "Dongteng". There are about a hundred households, which is too small compared to the large villages in the southern Shanxi plain that often have tens of thousands of people. Nine years ago, it merged with a small village called Xirong in the west to form an administrative village, called "Dongxi Zhuang". Gradually, Dongteng was no longer called Dongteng, but was called "Dongzhuang", and Xirong was also called "Xizhuang". In fact, it is still an independent village with four distinct areas on the plain. Surrounding the village, fields are connected as far as the eye can see. In late autumn, the sunlight seems scarce and the fields are shrouded in mist. Zhuanghe has been harvested, some are plowing the fields to sow winter wheat, some have just started irrigating, and many people are busy in the fields. We can't be busy all the time, and just take a break and talk together.

When summer came, I started preparing to go to the "front lines of the three major revolutionary struggles." First we went to the Liujiaxia Hydropower Station construction site and then went to the Bingling Temple Grottoes. Soon I got on the train with a lot of stuff, from all kinds of painting supplies to lots of tomatoes. When I woke up, the train was breathing heavily, and outside the window was the grassy slope of Wushaoling in Tianzhu Tibetan Autonomous County. In the distance are the exposed rocks of Maya Snow Mountain. This is a place I am very familiar with. Comrades from the Zhangye Art Troupe who were traveling with me heard that I was going to the Qilian Mountains alone, and seriously advised me to change my mind. The Zhangye painter we originally agreed with was unable to go with me because his child was burned to death while working at the reservoir construction site. I don't want to give up my long-awaited trip to the Qilian Mountains, even if it's just an adventure. With no one accompanying me, I had to go alone.

The sky is still so high, the stars and moon are still so bright, and there is no sign of rain. In the evening of that day, Niu Shun carried two empty buckets on his shoulders and limped along the mountain road leading to Niujiao Village from Zaojiao Ya with a dejected look on his face. At this moment, he was thinking about something in his mind. Because this matter has been hidden in his heart for a long time. He remembers having it in mind when the drought first started last year. He also wanted to speak to his pear girl several times, but every time the words came to his lips, his lips only moved and stopped. At present, all the crops in the fields are dry, and there are dead branches and leaves all over the mountains and plains. A single spark can burn half of the sky red. One by one, the wells also dried up. Therefore, more than 300 mouths and thousands of livestock in the whole village stared blankly at the deep well outside the village, which had less than ten loads of water day and night.

In late spring, the nights are getting shorter and the days are getting longer, the peach blossoms have faded and the rape blossoms are blooming. The sun sets and the dew rises. The fields and villages are filled with the golden fragrance of rapeseed flowers, making them extremely quiet. A wild cat scurries through the village alley, and a warm and warm plastic atmosphere flows in the village, just like a wild cat creeping in front of and behind the village, between the ridges of courtyards and roofs, in the gaps full of the fragrance of rapeseed flowers, and in the shadows of a few scattered lights. The shadows of the lamps are sweet, and the lamps are extinguished one by one, and the shadows of the lamps are getting thinner and thinner. Only the lamp in the village head's house stays on until late at night. A table of mahjong is gathered at the village director's house. This is a kind of thoughtful way for the village director to gather the villagers. Without the mahjong machine, the villagers' group would not be able to spread the news even if it held a meeting related to the new countryside.

Dawa Mountain is like a lone boat cruising on the vast sea of ​​clouds, standing on the top of the holy snowfield, surrounded by mountains in the distance, towering. I am not able to describe this scene with words. I can only sigh and sigh, with this beautiful scenery, this life is enough! Ai Guoguo continued to write in his diary: I have never been to heaven, but I know it is beautiful. Since I saw Dawa Mountain, she is majestic and mighty, letting me know that the majestic I have seen before is not majestic; her beauty and extraordinary charm have made me realize that the exquisiteness I have seen before is not exquisite; her aura is flowing and unpredictable, making me understand that the illusion I have seen before is not an illusion. To me, maybe this is subversion. Unfortunately, I don't seem to be ready for subversion. I can only open my eyes wide, but I can't see enough...

Bai Miaomiao will never forget the first time she heard her master sing donkey tune. On that late autumn morning, the sky above Bai Village was clear and blue, the messy yellow grass blades by the pond were covered with a layer of light gray frost, and there was a refreshing sweetness in the air. A big girl wore a long rosy-colored waistcoat, stood under the leafy willow tree, and opened her voice. The crispy voice, carrying the earthy smell of autumn, rushed straight into the sky, suddenly whirled in mid-air, and landed on the withered grass leaves. Qiuchong was silent, and Bai Miaomiao seemed to be frozen. Later, he learned that the eldest girl who sang in the opera was called Bai Ling, and he had to call her aunt. He thought, it turns out that my aunt can be so young. Later, he learned that the tune she sang was called donkey tune. He thought, it turns out there is such a beautiful accent in the world. Later, he learned that donkey tune was first popularized by people from Baicun Village.

My eldest uncle was admitted to the city and became a teacher. Originally, he had nothing to do with the temporary job and had very little to do with the village. If a child in the village is arrested by the police or gets a lawsuit for something, and they need someone to understand, they will think of my uncle. My uncle is a teacher. He is an educated person from the village. He is sensible and can help with things. Another reason is that my uncle has many students, so maybe there are students of my uncle in the department in charge. In fact, the uncle is just a teacher and can't help much, not to mention that there are leaders above his students. People in the village have little exposure to the world, and they feel unsure about going to the city to do things. They like to have an acquaintance to lead them, at least they will avoid detours. The uncle saved the villagers from many detours, and the villagers all praised his benevolence and righteousness, and never forgot his roots. Children who grew up drinking Zhulong River water and eating Liujiazhuang rice have not forgotten that they are Liujiazhuang people after living in the city for so many years.

Zhang Bingyi was born in 1964. He is a member of the China Film Association and a first-class creative director. He is currently the vice chairman of Ordos Federation of Literary and Art Circles, chairman of Ordos Film and Television Association, and editor-in-chief of "Ordos" monthly magazine. He started writing film scripts in 2004 and has created more than 20 film and literary scripts. So far, 15 scripts have been made into movies. The film "Smoke Streams Up and Down" won the "Sarina" Art Award of the Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region; "Good Things Are Easy to Negotiate" was recommended to the whole country by the Ministry of Health of the People's Republic of China; "Impulse is an Angel" was shortlisted for the San Francisco International Children's Film Festival in the United States and was collected. Thousands of miles across the river. From Malantan Village in Tumochuan River to Hewan Village in Zhungeer on the south side of the Yellow River, the actual mileage would never exceed forty miles, only half a mile.

Bi Anyun said, sooner or later, I will kill her. This sentence caused an uproar under the broken bridge. But this is actually not very appropriate. The women who were doing the laundry together naturally knew what Bi Anyun was referring to, and they had long been accustomed to her vicious and seemingly self-deceiving way. Therefore, some women just looked back slightly nervously towards the village, where the smoke was filled with straw-scented cooking smoke. There was also a woman who glanced at Bi Anyun with a voyeuristic look, and saw that she was suppressing the anger that was constantly pouring out of her body, her face was red, and her squatting upper body was trembling slightly. After staring at the water for a long time, she suddenly raised the mallet in her hand and struck it hard on the washing stone. The dull explosion made ripples in the water.

When I was eight years old, I bid farewell to my childhood and welcomed the disaster. Because of my grandfather's death, the instinctive joy and innocence of a little girl were cruelly exterminated from me. At the turn of spring and summer, my grandfather, a carpenter who knew how to make coffins, and I had to end our country life and live in Tianjin. The first time there was a power outage, my grandpa lit a red candle and led me to his dark room. He took out the simple drawings he had drawn during the day, put them in an envelope, glued them up, and asked me to write the address in crooked handwriting, and Feng Dahe accepted it. Grandpa tucked the letter under the mattress and said solemnly, Huahua, one day I will be lying on the bed like your grandma, and I will never think of sending it away. The simple drawing is to tell Dahe in the countryside that if his grandfather dies, he cannot be burned as a bundle of firewood.

The book was written after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. It began serialization in 1946 and was completed at the end of 1948. It lasted for more than three years. It was Zhang Henshui's "painful experience". With a cold and rational writing style, while accusing the Japanese atrocities of the war, the author also explored the national psychology and analyzed the "evil character" displayed by the Chinese people in the war of resistance. The novel takes the protagonist Li Nanquan as the axis, showing readers a picture of all living beings in the mountain village of eastern Shu. The characters are lifelike, the language is humorous and sharp, and the novel's descriptive skills have reached a level of proficiency. Some scholars call this book "Zhang Henshui's most important masterpiece and the highest pinnacle of his creative life."

In Guanzhong Road, this kind of snake is extremely rare. It is covered with cool purple crystals, like a jade with exquisite shape. It is sitting in a transcendental meditation, with its eyes seemingly closed, like a Buddhist who has longed for the world. The scorching sun ignited the air, and the transparent fire took advantage of the wind to rush forward unscrupulously. In the quiet graveyard, the crazy weeds lowered their heads in pain, feeling limp and weak, wanting to cry without tears. The voles stood up on their hind legs, looked around vigilantly, and made dry "squeaking" sounds. They were busy having sex while looking for water. The pheasant is lying or standing in the shade of the grass, its eyes darting back and forth, its slender tongue hanging down, its cheeks flaring, resisting the scorching sun.

This book is a collection of short stories and short stories by the famous writer Zhao Shuli. The book includes Zhao Shuli's masterpieces such as "Three Mile Bay", "Li Youcai's Straight Talk" and "Xiao Erhei's Marriage". Among them, "Three Mile Bay" describes the conflicts that emerged during the agricultural cooperative movement and the changes in relationships between people; "Li Youcai's Banquet" reflects the intricate situation of rural struggle during the Anti-Japanese War; "Xiao Erhei's Marriage" praises the new life in the new countryside that continues to advance in the struggle.

"The Enchanted Marsh" is a representative work of George Sand's famous pastoral novel. It tells the story of a young farmer, Germain, who is unfortunately widowed and lives with his three children. His father-in-law kindly introduced him to a wealthy widow from a neighboring village as his wife, so Germain and his young son Pierre went to propose marriage. They also traveled with the poor shepherdess from the neighboring family. On the way, they camped beside a pond that the locals called the "Magic Swamp." The tranquility, mysterious and unique scenery of the countryside in the novel add a strong romantic color to the love experience of the hero and heroine. George Sand undoubtedly idealized the love and rural scenery of young peasant men and women. The ideal world and ideal characters described by the author appear as the opposite of the ugly phenomena of capitalist society. Although they lack profundity, they have the value of positive ideals.

This book is a novel. The work uses the protagonist's growth experience as a clue, appropriately interspersed with the stories of his ancestors' journey to Guandong and his father's generation making a living in the Northeast. It vividly depicts the rural life scenes, characters' fate, social changes and folk customs of that period, and shows the protagonist's struggle and continuous pursuit of life.

This is a book about sex. Sex is driven by its own power, but doing something spontaneously is sometimes not allowed, which makes things very complicated. For example, the Summer Palace is to the north of my home. If there was no north direction, I would have to go south, cross the Antarctic and the North Pole, and travel more than 40,000 kilometers to get there. What I'm trying to say is this: People can indeed explain everything, including sex... In a far-fetched way.

Wang Laoshi, an ordinary and honest old man left behind in the countryside, attracted a lot of criticism just because he helped the widow Ganoderma lucidum in the same village fix a light bulb. In order to clarify the relationship between the two, the two went up and down and tried various ways to explain it. They even went to the point of dying to prove their innocence, but they could not prove their innocence. In the end, the two had no choice but to compromise and agreed to get married. However, knowing that others did not believe it, they still claimed that nothing had happened to them before.

This book is set in the suburbs of Chongqing during the Anti-Japanese War, and uses the writer's trip to Nanquan as the axis. It shows a picture of the customs of eastern Sichuan. Civil servants, teachers, and intellectuals who make a living by selling literature live in poverty, while wealthy businessmen and high-ranking officials live in luxury and corruption.

This book is set in the suburbs of Chongqing during the Anti-Japanese War, and uses the writer's trip to Nanquan as the axis. It shows a picture of the customs of eastern Sichuan. Civil servants, teachers, and intellectuals who make a living by selling literature live in poverty, while wealthy businessmen and high-ranking officials live in luxury and corruption.

"Hua Xiang" tells the detailed life of a rural woman, portraying the character of Hua Xiang with flesh and blood. The story has a rich flavor of life, and the description of the language is also imaginative, fresh and vivid.

In simple and warm native language, the novel tells a live-action drama about the various mentalities and behaviors of people of all colors in towns and villages around the death of "my uncle" and the absence of a funeral. Because the father of the municipal party secretary was a life-and-death comrade of "my uncle", people who wanted to climb up in the officialdom insisted on having a grand funeral to make the municipal party secretary happy and build a ladder for future promotion; some people think that For a person like "my uncle" who has retired status at the department level, the more grand the funeral, the more money will be collected; but more of the relatives of "my uncle" insist on having a grand funeral for him because of deep-rooted family affection. Only "my uncle"'s son, Ma Jianu, who was implicated in the political disaster of "my uncle" and was severely disabled, stubbornly withstood the pressure from all parties and adhered to his father's will: "No guests, no funerals, no funerals after death", thus protecting the integrity of "my uncle" throughout his life and even to the end.

This book is a collection of short stories and short stories by Ma Jinlian, including 10 novels such as "Embroidered Mandarin Duck", "Thumb and Little Thumb" and "Pear Blossom Snow". The author uses delicate writing style, concise and vivid modern Chinese language, and clever use of Xihaigu dialect and Hui language to describe the fate and emotions of the lower class people in rural areas in the west.

"The Blooming Years" edited by Xiao Peng is the first full-length novel based on the background of young rural migrant workers returning to their hometowns to start businesses. It is also the first full-length novel that positively reflects the life experiences and spiritual emotions of contemporary rural youth. The novel enthusiastically praises the entrepreneurial spirit of a large number of contemporary rural youths represented by Chang Jingjing who are determined to pursue development. At the same time, it profoundly reveals the deep-seated problems in contemporary Chinese rural areas and truly reproduces the survival, life, and development of Chinese farmers or young farmers. Various confusions, thinking and creative spirits in emotions, ideals and concepts outline a picture of rural characters with high artistic taste. In particular, Chang Jingjing has been successfully created in the new era, a typical image of a rural migrant youth who returns to his hometown to start a business, which gives people a refreshing feeling.

Through the mist of history, on both sides of the Great Wall of Qin and beside the Xiaoguan Ancient Road, people running around are the Quanrong, Xiqiang, Yiqu, Wushi, Xianbei, Xiongnu, Dangxiang, Mongolian and Hui people. Different outfits and different languages ​​are performing scenes of historical drama.

"Uncle Daddy" is a rural-themed novel. According to Ying Jing's words, its content fully embodies the core values ​​of socialism. To measure it as a novel: it is very touching! It is a book that can touch the kindness in people's hearts, and it is a book that will wet the tissues with tears. The beautiful girl and the wealthy childhood sweetheart are both very filial children. They are considerate of their parents and put their parents' concerns first. When important decisions in life come, careless choices and strange coincidences also come, making them inescapable and forced to obey their fate, which ultimately leads to the permanent loss of the beautiful love in their lives. For this, Xiumei paid the price with her life, while Fugui never married for the sake of Xiumei and Xiumei's twins.

Wang Zezhou was born in a remote village in the Minjiang Valley. There were only a few dozen families in the village. Their home was located under five old cypress trees by the river. These Minjiang cypress trees are Wang Zezhou's natural classroom and the support of his mother Yina's spiritual beliefs. As the first college student in the village, Wang Zezhou, a Chinese-Tibetan mixed-race boy, has been filled with resentment towards his humble and dull father, a carpenter, and his mother, who was bullied by men because of his family background. Later, he left his hometown to go to university in the city. In school, he also suffered bullying and discrimination from his classmate Kampot Tenzin because of his origin. After graduating from university, he chose to return to his hometown. Due to work, he met Kampot Tenzin, and they quarreled over their ideas of ecology, nature, and tourism development... At the same time, his relationship with his parents quietly changed unknowingly, from resentment and dissatisfaction to tender attachment. The disputes and worries in the world slowly melted away in the understanding of his father and the return of family affection...

This is the story of Alai writing Tibetan legends and reality. They used fate to rewrite the legend, but it was rewritten by reality. They tossed and struggled between belief and doubt, but never gave up hope. Alai will describe to you his journey in the vast land of his hometown, from his feet to his heart, from darkness to brightness.

Pink peach blossoms spread endlessly around me. This is the title of the latest book "Peach Blossoms Blooming in Front of Me" by local Qingchuan writer Li Xianyue on the subject of earthquakes, and it is also an entry point for readers to enter the book. Following the pull of the peach blossoms, two villages on a mountain ridge spread out in front of us one after another. While two folk craftsmen kept measuring the land under their feet, they also vividly told us a story about survival or destruction...

The novel describes life in Wen'ao Mountain Village in eastern Hubei, fully demonstrating the local customs and complex and primitive human struggles. The novel focuses on the disharmony between grassroots cadres in the village and fully demonstrates the fate of the villagers in extraordinary times, as well as the ups and downs of people's fate. It presents a sad beauty, a unique artistic style, complex and full of ethics, emotion, philosophy, and various life styles and philosophies that transcend life and are reasonable. This book is a finalist in the first cross-strait online original literature competition.

The protagonist of the work is a "black dog". The work uses the dog's nature and spirituality to examine human relationships and human nature. The unique angle, unique vision, smooth narrative, humorous language, unique touches of local customs and folklore and the use of local language make the work not only maintain a strong regional custom, but also contain a profound meaning of punishing evil and promoting good. It makes people feel like "dogs are looking at people's affairs" and interpersonal relationships are ugly. The work won the "Grand Bronze Award" in the first Cross-Strait Online Original Literature Competition.

Near Chadong at the junction of Sichuan and Hunan, next to the white pagoda of the creek, there lived a family. In the private courtyard, there are only two people, grandfather, old boatman, granddaughter Cuicui, and a yellow dog who is quite human... "Border Town" is Shen Congwen's masterpiece of novels. It depicts the unique customs and customs of the western Hunan region with a beautiful style that combines lyric poetry and essays. It uses the love tragedy of the boatman girl Cuicui to highlight the kindness and beauty of human nature and the clarity and purity of the soul. The unique artistic charm of "Border Town" has established its special status in the history of modern Chinese literature.

The novel describes a custom in the countryside, chanting sutras to save women who have passed away, and writes about the reverence for life and death passed down from generation to generation by masters who recite sutras. Created a group of simple rural characters. In the preservation of sacrificial rituals, it pays tribute to the desire of the living and the tenacity of vitality.

The novel tells the story of "my" family in the first person, including grandmother, grandfather, father, mother, brother-in-law, second aunt, etc. By writing stories about family life and shortcomings in rural life, a group of people with clear loves and hates but deep obsessions are created. They love and live, but in the end they cannot escape their fate. The language of the novel is simple and makes it sad to read.

The work "Like a Dream" is set against the backdrop of the vast rural entrepreneurial world during the period of social transformation. It focuses on the life and mental journey of a released prisoner, Shen Nanbei, who worked and returned to his hometown to start a business and was reborn after being released from prison. It uses a delicate and unique narrative technique to describe Shen Nanbei's relationship with the prison warden Li Jian and his father, the prisoner. The intersection of life and emotional entanglements of three generations of the family of police officer Li Jianguo, Li Jian's son, prison guard Li Yu, and village official Li Lan, through the different thoughts and emotions of several generations, lead readers into the inner world of this special group of people, appreciate the warmth and coldness of life, feel the warmth of human nature, and eulogize lofty morality and beautiful human nature.