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The phone rang again, it was the music of "Platform". The old carpenter stood on the bench, glared at the young carpenter and shot him hard. The young carpenter threw a broken piece of wood on the ground, glanced at the old carpenter, took out his mobile phone, pressed the button, glanced at it, and put it back in his pocket. The old carpenter sighed, cough! This phone is broken! The old carpenter bought the young carpenter's mobile phone for him just a few days ago. He had no choice but to buy it to protect his son. The son didn't want to be a carpenter at all, so it was the old carpenter who coaxed and forced him to get this pair of splints. Last year, my son missed the college entrance examination by more than ten points and still wanted to review. His mother firmly supported him. The old carpenter was in trouble, and he got another sum of money for reviewing again. What would he get if he passed the exam?

Perhaps it can be said that no issue is more controversial than vegetarianism. It is like a Rubik's Cube that rotates around and can be pieced together into various arbitrary combinations of planes that are difficult to unify. Religious experts say it is a religious issue - because vegetarianism originates from religious beliefs, and Buddhist scriptures, the Bible, and the Koran all have passages advising people to fast. Ecologists say it is an ecological problem - because vegetarianism can alleviate the earth's carrying and regenerative capacity, it is especially needed to be promoted in today's era of population explosion. As far as water resources are concerned, which will become the biggest panic for mankind, groundwater sources in areas with developed intensive livestock industries in the United States, Australia and other countries have been drying up due to excessive industrial use. The American "Newsweek" has a vivid description of the water consumption of the cattle industry: "The water used in one thousand pounds of beef cattle is enough to float a destroyer.

Reform and opening up has suddenly revealed a powerful and unfamiliar China to the world: from the cold Qingtian in Zhejiang to the noisy Madrid in Spain, from the impoverished Shanglin in south-central Guangxi to the gold mines in Ghana, Africa, from the prosperous Dandong on the Yalu River to the North Korea The silent night in Pyongyang; from hometown to foreign land, from the early super stability to the current wandering to make a living. While the strange Chinese people continue to surprise the world, how much emotional suffering have they endured, how much pain have they experienced, and how many souls have they left behind? In this issue, we have selected some chapters from Yang Meng's long documentary "Strange Chinese" to let you experience the tearful and bloody struggle experience of Chinese people overseas - smuggling to Spain. In early October 1995, on a cold night, 19-year-old Zheng Jianmao left his hometown Qingtian and embarked on the road of smuggling.

Mayor Gao returned home at 11 o'clock in the morning and found Mayor Gao curled up motionless on the bed like an abandoned old tree lump. When I went out in the morning, I heard a few groans coming from the old man's room. Why did he run out of breath so quickly? Mayor Xiao Gao looked at the old man on the bed dumbfounded and confused. He held a cigarette in his mouth, held his chin with his right hand, and turned his slovenly head twice in front of the old man's bed. He suddenly thought of Mr. Gou and his Global Yin and Yang Service Company. The call went through, but no one answered. Dial the number again, still no one answers. Mayor Xiao Gao seemed to be humiliated more deeply than his wife being slept with by a wild man, and water suddenly came out of his long and narrow face. Mayor Xiaogao paused and dialed the number of Mr. Gou's immediate boss, Cai Mingliang, the head of Caijiagou Village. Even if he is asked to dig three feet into the ground, he will still dig out Master Gou.

"The Stranger" is Camus' famous work, a masterpiece of existential literature, and a representative work of absurd novels. The novel tells the story of an ordinary young clerk who lives numbly in aimless inertia all day long. One day he went to the beach for vacation, got involved in a conflict, and committed a murder. Because "he did not shed a tear at his mother's funeral", he was sentenced to death by the court in the name of "the French people". The novel elaborates on an important proposition of existentialism: the absurdity and strangeness of human society in modern life lead to individual despair and nihilism. By calmly describing the entire process of a little person being "demonized" by the judicial authorities, it profoundly satirizes the hypocrisy and foolhardy nature of modern law.

"Hunter's Notes" is Turgenev's first realist masterpiece, making him famous in the literary world. The book uses a hunter's safari as a clue to show the vast and unique landscape of Russia in the mid-19th century. Through 25 stories, it depicts serfs, landowners, doctors, nobles, intellectuals and other figures. It reveals the cruelty and hypocrisy of landowners, the misery and helplessness of serf life, silently satirizes and criticizes the serfdom system, and expresses the desire and pursuit of a better life.

James Kazburn, a farmer's boy, has dreamed of becoming a big shot since he was a child. After some hard work, he finally achieved some success and changed his name to Jay Gatsby. When he was a lieutenant in a military training camp, he fell in love with Daisy Fee, a popular lady. But when he returned after the war with military medals, Daisy had married the dandy Tom Buchanan. After some hard work, Gatsby eventually became a millionaire and bought a luxurious villa on the west end of Long Island, across the bay from the Buchannons who lived on the east end. Gatsby's villa was brightly lit every night, and guests gathered in groups to drink and have fun. But Gatsby's biggest wish every day is to see his lover who has been separated for five years. They finally reunited, and Gatsby thought they could relive their old dreams, but he slowly discovered that Daisy was far from perfect as he had dreamed. Afterwards, Daisy drove and killed Tom's mistress, and Tom blamed Gatsby. Gatsby was eventually killed, and Daisy didn't come to the funeral.

The paradise-like Shangri-La is the mysterious utopia that many people dream of. In the novel, four Western tourists were hijacked by a mysterious pilot while on a plane and came to the secret land of Shangri-La located in the mountains. The four travelers, who were originally diplomats, bankers, nuns and college graduates, had their fates drastically changed as a result, and encountered various bizarre events in Shangri-La. They discovered that here, there were no trivial matters and meaningless disputes. People were accompanied by Chopin's lost music, a large library with a rich collection of books, a girl who would never grow old, an extremely wise living Buddha, a sky as clear as a mirror and a magnificent temple. Time here almost stood still. These are all so breathtakingly beautiful that you would never want to leave them. What shocking secrets are hidden in Shangri-La, protected by the light of the sun and moon? Under the guidance of the local lama, the four travelers uncovered the mystery of Shangri-La layer by layer.

The day my uncle Harutora decided to build his family tree, he had to admit that he was poor. It takes courage to admit that you are a poor person. Before that, no matter how much suffering you suffered or how much sin you suffered, Chunhu always felt that there were still good days ahead. This time Harutora admitted it wholeheartedly. He said he was old and it was time to go. "I never dared to think that I could live to be over eighty years old, haha." The wrinkles on Chunhu's face were piled up, dark and shiny. Originally, we did not agree with my uncle's plan to compile the family tree. This "us" also includes my mother Chunlian. How can a poor man build a family tree? Only your nerdy uncle would come up with such an idea. My mother Chunlian said that the poor are like the dust on the ground and the dew in the morning. A gust of wind will leave no trace.

On Monday morning, the Longjing tea I brewed had just stretched out in the cup, and the fragrance had not yet completely dissipated. A cautious inquiry came from the office door, is the leader here? I put down the newspaper in my hand and saw two people standing at the door: a thin young man with brown glasses, holding a bamboo hat in both hands, standing at attention with his legs, smiling at me nervously; the other was a uniformed building security guard, holding a walkie-talkie in one hand, with the other on his hip, keeping a distance of one person from him, so that he could be grabbed and sent out at any time. When the security guard saw me raising my head, he quickly explained that this man said that the police beat him and wanted to find your leader to solve the problem. He has been waiting downstairs for a long time, so I will bring him up. What should you do? I looked at my colleagues in the office. Lao Zhang, who was closest to the door, was still reading his newspaper and was a little fascinated; Xiao Huang, who was opposite, was laboriously clicking the mouse and obviously had no time to care about it.

Kaori Ekuni, a Japanese female writer, rivals Haruki Murakami in terms of status and influence. She became famous at the age of twenty. After that, she continued to write and won all the major awards in Japanese literature, including the Kawabata Yasunari Prize and the Naoki Prize. Almost no one can match her. This collection includes four classic works of Kaori Ekuni: "Lonely Tokyo Tower", "Home Alone on a Rainy Day", "I Want to Cry Quickly" and "That Year Our Love Sparkled".

Generally, people don't have a good opinion of foxes and weasels. It is disgusting to think that foxes and weasels are cunning and deceptive. The author initially had this view as well. I thought to myself, if we can't afford to offend him, we can still afford to hide, so don't let Huang Pizi offend him. Later, the author accidentally paid attention to foxes and weasels. Let's start with the fascinating thing about the fox and the weasel. When the author was a child, he saw with his own eyes the "big dance" in rural areas. Those who are fascinated by foxes and weasels are mostly weak and sick people, who torture them to death. There are also those who do not listen to evil. People who were tortured by foxes and weasels were subdued as soon as they saw him and kowtowed. It is in line with an old saying - evil cannot suppress good. But foxes and weasels generally don't provoke people, that is, they don't offend people. People are greedy and always want to exchange the skins of foxes and weasels for money, and then kill them all before they can get away with it.

The author writes it all out by observing the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the Guandong people, the way they behave, their silly, big, black and thick "gun barrel" character, the stubborn temper of the Guandong people who can't be pulled back by nine oxen and would rather break than bend. Tell your teenage friends that the so-called "pie in the sky" is "opportunity". Whoever can seize the "opportunity" can eat the "pie". The bold ones will be starved to death, and the timid ones will be starved to death. People who are timid and fearful of hitting their heads when leaves fall can only look at the "cake" and sigh. The "opportunities" God gives everyone are fair. When I close a door for you, I open two windows for you. There has never been a savior, it is all up to us to move forward step by step. Those who look up at the fence, waiting for the "pie" to fall, can only drink the northwest wind.

In the rivers and lakes of Kanto, there are so many fish that they form a thick layer on the river bottom. Step into the water, touch your legs, bite your feet. The people of Guandong have many different ways of fishing, each with their own unique tricks. There are those who touch it with hands, those who use nets, and those who use fish cover buckles; there are also those who cast nets, those who pull big nets, and those who lower fish on hooks... The eight immortals crossed the sea, each showing his abilities. Fishing in winter seems monotonous. Wherever the frame can be opened, dozens of ice holes are drilled, the net is lowered into the ice holes, and horses are used to pull the net out. Several tons or more than ten tons of fish can be caught at a time. There are also small fights. Drill a few holes in the ice, remove the floating ice, and just wait to catch fish. How many sacks can be caught at any time? Over time, Kanto's unique fishing culture was formed. The countless fishing stories and the beautiful fishing fun are like the stars in the night sky, too numerous to count; like the grapes in the mountains, one after another. You won't be able to see enough, listen enough, or write enough

In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Great Northern Wilderness on the northeastern border of the motherland was still an ancient wasteland. At that time, there was a jingle circulating in Beidahuang: "Beidahuang is a good place. There are rabbits and wolves, but there is a lack of big girls." This describes the desolation of Beidahuang. Since General Wang Zhen led 100,000 officers and soldiers to the Great Northern Wilderness, a majestic picture of "war against nature" has unfolded across thousands of miles of fertile wilderness. Thrilling wolf fighting stories unfolded one after another. The author is a native of the Great Northern Wilderness. The older generations have heard the story of wolf fighting thousands of times. It is familiar to them, but they never tire of hearing it. As time went by, the idea of ​​writing "Fighting Wolf's Miscellaneous Notes" came up. The thousands of miles of fertile wilderness in the Great Northern Wilderness left behind the author's footsteps and wrote one wolf-fighting story after another. As time goes by, generations of Beidahuang people have become indifferent to the stories of old Beidahuang people fighting wolves and don't take it seriously. The author saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart. General Secretary Xi warned us not to forget our original intentions, which is worth pondering.

The fight between Wang Keke and Xu Jing evolved from a fight when they met to a fight after their marriage, and their relatives have since become members of the United Nations. Once the situation becomes tense, they make long-distance calls to resolve it separately; once there is a brutal fight, peacekeeping troops are sent there. The peace has been negotiated, the agreement has been signed, but you are using it as a back-up! Friction continues, and even escalates to the point of wanting to destroy each other. Until the cold war: separate beds, no talking. Wang Keke is very troubled. He can handle cutting-edge topics but cannot handle his wife. He always says "I won't accept your tricks" when talking about his wife. He didn't know which one his wife would take. Xu Jing is often moody and makes people get goosebumps when she gets better.

Tell the truth. When the girl gave him a toothy smile, Yin Dechao's heart trembled violently. The smile was like a glutinous rice dumpling, and it suddenly slid down his throat, and he couldn't help but swallow. If you bite into that chubby face, it will definitely taste delicious. The teeth are also white and neat. If you lick them, what will they taste like? He couldn't tell, but he guessed that the taste was definitely right. However, when his eyes fell on Li Qiushui's short body, he still hesitated. Oh my god. This Li Qiushui's head only touched his shoulders. In fact, he knew that his height was only about 1.61 Or 62 meters. How could it be such a short bottle? How about I marry a short bottle back and use it as a chamber pot? Before coming, Yin Dechao thought beautifully, give me a tall woman. Children born to tall women must be tall.

When Gu Yingsu called for the first time, Ha Xiaoquan and a group of classmates from the youth cadre class were drinking and drinking at Kimberly-Clark. A dozen people, both men and women, sat at a large table. They were all prominent figures in various departments. Most of them had been promoted to deputy director level. Although a few were still unknown in department-level positions, it was said that they would have their turn to treat guests in the near future. They had formed a routine over the years. Whoever was promoted to a position must treat guests. Today is Ha Xiaoquan's turn. He has been appointed deputy director for more than a year, and his probation period has passed several months. When he was half drunk, he was about to tell everyone a dirty joke to cheer up, when his cell phone suddenly rang.

In today's society, many professions have "intermediaries", such as real estate leasing, bank loans, car driving, marriage agencies, etc., Which are actually commercial intermediaries with benefits. There are economic interests between Party A and Party B. The "intermediary" benefits from it, and the parties concerned also get the benefits they deserve. This is an emerging profession. But in matters such as life and death, "intermediaries" have gradually emerged. Some people call them "donor advisers", and their professional title is "organ donation coordinators." On the one hand, the coordinator must coordinate the donation of organs by patients and their families. On the other hand, they must contact the medical evaluation organization to evaluate whether the organs are available, and immediately remove the effective organs through surgery and place them in patients with organ failure according to the distribution principle.

A cloudy day. The war in the ancient city of Gaotianbao is urgent: Daximen, Guanghuamen, Shuiximen, and Andingmen have been breached by the Japanese army! Japanese aircraft with plaster flags flying at very low altitudes bombed the restaurant indiscriminately. Several holes were blown open in the Wulixiang Restaurant in Anding Liquor Alley, and the long plaque fell to the ground and was broken into several pieces. Frightened residents swarmed through the streets. Wu Ye, the owner of Wulixiang Restaurant, pushed his daughter Chunying and his caring helper Shanzai out of the house, forced a package into Shanzai's hand, and said, "This store seems to be unable to open. You two should leave first and go to Huluguan in Tiantai Mountain to join Fourth Master!" Chunying took Fifth Master's hand and said, "Dad, if you want to go, you and Mommy should go together!" Shanzai also said, "Yes, Fifth Master, it's too dangerous for you and my aunt to stay here!"

The alliance of righteousness and salvation is for a great cause. One day in the summer of the 21st year of the Republic of China, a heavy rain had just fallen. Everything in Beizhen County was like a wash, and pedestrians were like weaving. At this time, two people, a man and a woman, walked out of the east gate. These two people were dressed luxuriously, and they looked like they were not ordinary people.

In the autumn of 1974, middle-aged Bai Lisen lived in a half-household household, and he was the only one in his family eating commercial grain. There are many workers like him in the Bureau of Mines, as many as 50%. At that time, the Surface Mining Bureau was still a good organization, and many people were proud to work here. Bai Lisen's wooden house was built after he moved wooden planks on the construction site for nearly two months. After building the house, Bai Lisen wrote to his wife Guihua in the country and asked her to bring her children to the mine. Therefore, Bai Lisen moved out of the single-person apartment building where three workers were crowded into one room, and had his own home next to the employee building. At that time, 80% of the workers working in the Bureau of Mines were half households, that is, they were both workers and farmers.

To make fun of others is to make fun of oneself. After the beginning of spring, Wang Pinde, deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the county party committee, suddenly had more things to do. He often worked overtime and often went to the countryside for several days at a time. When he came home, he not only brought back dust but also the smell of alcohol. A department leader like Wang Pinde with the title "deputy" is an official in the eyes of ordinary employees, but a soldier in the eyes of the leader, who leads everyone to work on behalf of the leader. His wife is more than four months pregnant. Since his wife became pregnant, Wang Pinde has been unmotivated and absent-minded at work. He calculated the days until his wife's due date and how much additional expenses would be incurred after the child was born.

In a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, in a spacious and gorgeous room, the candlelight is bright and the fragrance is overflowing. When Jin Yuhong woke up, she found herself lying naked on the bed with some filth dripping from her lower body. She already understood what had happened. When she sat up in horror, looking for a dress to put on, she couldn't even find any underwear. So, she had no choice but to wrap a blanket around her body to cover her shame. Taking another look at the scene in the room, everything was festive except for a man in his forties, sitting at a black table drinking some soup. He looked at Jin Yuhong from the corner of his eyes, with a satisfied smile on his square face. Judging from his dress and behavior, he looks like a very powerful official.

The author uses one interesting story after another to describe the thrilling scenes of the battle of wits and courage between the wild boar and the snake. The plot of the story is twists and turns and thrilling, making people feel immersed in the scene, thought-provoking and thought-provoking. Wild boars are the natural enemies of snakes, and they should be very good at dealing with snakes, but they often lose Jingzhou because of underestimating the enemy, and end up stealing a handful of rice instead. As Mao Zedong said during his lifetime: "Small countries can defeat big countries, and weak countries can defeat strong countries. The reasons are: first, there is much help for the right, but little help for the wrong, and it is unpopular. Second, it is self-righteous, not outsmarting, but attacking wildly. The result is that it will kill geese for a lifetime, but let the geese peck blind. Its painful lessons, It is a lesson learned from the past and a lesson for future generations. The ancients said: Know yourself and know the enemy, and you will never be defeated. Looking at the world, countries, East and West, human rights and hegemony are actually the epitome of the animal world. Can the Chinese people learn something from the fight between wild boars and snakes?

For a person who is ill-fated, blind, sensitive to hearing, rich in experience, loves reading, and is willing to spread humanitarianism to the world, the best outlet for his heart is writing. As long as friends like it and read it patiently, they will always benefit psychologically. A person who writes with conscience, conducts in-depth anatomy, and explores seriously will definitely be able to find out the wonderful way why human nature is controlled by dark energy. Of course, precisely because there is too much ugliness, evil, and badness, I hope that the author will also provide light and correctness while criticizing. No matter how much technology advances, we must remain true to our original aspirations. Literature is the study of humanities. If Guben's culture has been ravaged and ruined by Brother Kong Fang, and the writer cannot provide a star to guide the way, he should be ashamed. I hope to use my works to think with readers and grow together!

The masterpiece of Naoki Award-winning writer Hidero Okuda has been outsold in South Korea for four consecutive years by Haruki Murakami and Keigo Higashino. It can heal people's hearts without shedding tears. It includes 3 volumes of novels: "The Story of Psychiatry. In the Swimming Pool", "The Story of Psychiatry. Swing in the Sky" and "The Story of Psychiatry. Pot Man". There is a psychiatric department in the basement of the hospital. When someone comes to see a doctor, the fat Dr. Irabu shouts: "Welcome!" Generally speaking, people who go to the psychiatric department will fall into panic. One of the three people has forgotten to put on his pants, is mobile phone dependent, has obsessive-compulsive disorder... The strange doctor Irabu often comes up with strange tricks to cure various mental illnesses of modern people. Behind the seemingly simple symptoms, every patient is burdened by the burden of modern life. Dr. Irabu uses a unique method to help people find a free and comfortable lifestyle.

In any unit, room allocation is also a big deal, so if anything happens because of it, everyone thinks it is normal. The subdivision of the No. 1 Machinery Factory was relatively peaceful. Factory Director Xie is famous for being right-spoken and a bit domineering, but his advantage is that he is very fair and everything is done according to rules and regulations. Master Sun, on the other hand, is very tactful, never smiles or speaks when meeting people, and is best at doing ideological work. The cooperation between these two people is perfect. The housing allocation plan was approved by the labor union, and there are many details, but there is also a bottom line. This time, Building 7 has four units, six floors, and three households on each floor. There are 18 households in one unit and 72 households in four units. There is a hard target to take care of dual-income families. There are a lot of dual-income workers in the unit, and many of them don't have houses. The purpose of this event is mainly to solve the housing problem of dual-income workers.

"Asceticism" is the early famous work that established Mark Twain's status as a master of humor. The book narrates the author's prospecting experience in the western United States, and vividly describes the difficult gold mining life. Some of the exaggerated and funny stories fully reflect the author's talent and language style as a master of humor. The author uses a unique perspective and technique to describe the various aspects of American society in the mid-19th century: getting rich and squandering, pursuing and taking risks, ambition and desire, strength and ingenuity, hope, struggle, deception, failure, poverty, disillusionment... In the crowded golden dream, a dazzling comedy scene is presented.

"The Wandering Child" tells the story of a boy named Remy who was rented to a busker Vitaly by his adoptive father. From then on, he began a wandering life. On the way to wandering, he learned musical instruments, traveled and performed, escaped from the mouth of a forest wolf, found himself in a den of thieves, and was unjustly imprisoned. Even in a snowstorm, his master gave his life in exchange for his dying... But he always had firm faith, maintained the kindness in his heart, and finally found relatives and friends, reunited with his biological mother, punished the mastermind behind his wandering, and lived a good life with his whole family together. "The Wandering Child" is the most well-known of Hector Marlowe's works. After the novel came out, it has been translated into English, German, Russian, Japanese and other languages. Today, more than a hundred years later, it has been reprinted and published in France and has been adapted for the screen many times.

Lan Tian, ​​a college student, encounters Xiao Lan, a Chinese female trainee from Korean entertainment entertainment, in a hip-hop club. In order to pursue Xiao Lan, he is accidentally selected by the producer MG of the popular band and goes to South Korea to become a trainee. After arriving in South Korea, Lan Tian regarded the company's talented trainee Qie Luo as his love rival, and bet that he would be better than Qie Luo in an "evaluation meeting" of the company. As a result, he discovered his extraordinary ability to use "subconscious creation". Lantian, Qiluo, MG, and Xiaolan were formed into an idol band by the big boss Teacher Yun in the United States because of their performance in the "evaluation meeting." Director Kim tried every means to break up the band, and the four people with no background soon became overwhelmed. However, the four people did not give up, but worked hard and continued to battle wits with their opponents. While Lan Tian was helping MG's late friend complete his posthumous work, he discovered the darkest secret that had been hidden for 8 years...

The owner of the weekend restaurant, Tao Tao, will receive a specific customer every Saturday, and every guest who comes is deeply concerned about an undead. They may be grandparents, lovers, or father and son. They are separated by life and death, but these undead souls cannot stop thinking about their beloved in the world. Of course, the punishment that awaits these undead is unimaginably cruel. The kind-hearted shopkeeper Tao Tao always takes risks to help the dead who live in wrong thoughts. After a series of strange experiences, he heals the emotional wounds of the dead and the living.

How far can you go to sacrifice for the person you want to protect? Sergei, who lives in the upper class, has a well-off family and a harmonious husband and wife, while his younger brother Paul is an ordinary person and there is almost no interaction between the brothers. One day, Sergey extended an invitation to Paul, and he and his wife chose to entertain the Pauls and his wife at a French restaurant that required reservations months in advance. However, what seemed like a simple family gathering was actually to solve a difficult incident: a homeless woman was beaten and burned to death in a bank ATM cubicle. Later, a video recording the criminal's activities was circulated on the Internet. The perpetrators were none other than Serge and Paul's sons, Rick and Michelle. On the calm dining table, things became increasingly out of control. When deception reveals friendship, when lies reveal truth, what secrets do each family carry behind the incident? What sacrifices are they willing to make to protect their children? An intrigue and intrigue among families, couples, brothers and fathers and sons is about to unfold at the dinner table.

One day in early September 1950, Sanjay Toast had just had his morning tea, and he stayed alone in the living room, stroking a waist knife with two emeralds on the handle, and fell into deep thought. More than 40 years ago, the chieftain's grandfather went on a pilgrimage to Lhasa. At that time, the British imperialists invaded Tibet. The Tibetan soldiers and civilians resisted desperately, and the battle to defend Gyantse was fierce. In order to support the front line, his grandfather donated half of the 100 taels of gold that he planned to donate to the three major temples. Soon, the British imperialists invaded Lhasa. Knowing that his grandpa was a famous chieftain of Kham who had supported the Tibetan army and people in resisting the British, they set up a trap to assassinate him. With the unique bravery of the Kham people, his grandfather launched a life-and-death struggle with several British soldiers, but was eventually killed due to being outnumbered. Even the body was taken away by them, leaving only the waist knife stained red with the blood of the enemy.

The United States of America, the richest man in the world, has a barren land. At least, this is the desert in southwest Texas. There are no big trees here, let alone a forest. What comes into view of the traveler is the endless grass, rocky beach and a gravel road extending deep into the rocky beach with few vehicles. Only a few towers of high-voltage transmission lines standing alone on the horizon bring a hint of industrial civilization. At the end of this gravel road, there is a small town full of decay. Older locals know that this small town once was prosperous. At that time, it was the location of the fourth oil field headquarters of Texas Didron Oil Company. The oil pumped out from dozens of oil wells around the small town supported the tanks of General Patton's Ironclad Corps galloping in the deserts of North Africa; the war eagles of General Chennault's "Flying Tigers" flew over East Asia to deal with Japanese aircraft. In order to support the operation of the huge anti-fascist war machine, Didron Oil Company's oil pumping units worked desperately. Finally, at the end of World War II, the crude oil under this desert was pumped out.

The moment he set up his broken mountain bike and walked up the steps of the mansion at the top of the low slope through the diffuse fog, he seemed to be gripped by some kind of premonition and froze in his movements of knocking on the door. However, the heavy door was not closed tightly, and a silk puppet's face suddenly popped out from the crack in the door. The skin was as pale as delicate and fragile cocoon paper. "Professor Gu, you are finally here! I have been waiting for you for a long time, and I was worried that you would not be able to find this place when the fog started. By the way, I am Xu Yixuan who sent you the email!" When the "silk puppet" saw him, it made a cheerful teenage voice, hurriedly crossed the high threshold, and came up to shake hands. He retracted his hand to avoid the other party's enthusiasm, and the fingertips he touched were strangely cold. "You have the wrong person. Do you have a wrench?"

Song Yuhe rushed to the unit out of breath and didn't even have time to eat breakfast. Director Jiang is a ruthless person. Anyone who is late for work will definitely be fined. "Yu He, haven't you heard? Director Jiang is bleeding!" As soon as Yu He entered the unit, Zhao Nan, the driver of the bureau, ran to the corridor and shouted loudly. "What's wrong, Director?" Yu He asked in surprise. "The director suffered a cerebral hemorrhage last night and was sent to the hospital. Director Zhao and Director Wang from our unit went to see him early in the morning." Only then did Yu He understand Zhao Nan's obviously ambiguous words. Director Jiang's body is called fat, it's strange that he doesn't have this disease! "Yu He, come here." At this time, Han Xiaoyuan poked her head out of her office and called. Song Yuhe went straight into Xiaoyuan's office. Xiaoyuan was the only one in the office.

"No. 3, Dingxiang Street, Murong's family, private seal!" The postman shouted at the top of his lungs, halfway on his motorcycle, toward the courtyard door. At this time, the sun had just risen, but the people doing Tai Chi, walking birds, and drinking soy milk and eating glutinous rice and fried dough sticks were all gone. Those who should go to work have already left on their bicycles. Those who didn't have a good job were busy washing rice and washing vegetables under the tap at home, preparing lunch and dinner. A busy alley suddenly became deserted. The grandma of the Ding family ran out of the house in a hurry. Now the postman is getting more and more impatient. He called twice but no one answered, so he ran away as if he had put on a hot wheel. The registered letter sent by An An that day was just because the delivery was a little slow, so I had to wait for a week to get it.

Things happened suddenly and unprepared in an instant. At that time, there was a large truck driving in the main lane ahead. The truck was fully loaded, panting and slow on the uphill section. Our car caught up from behind and caught up with the truck. The driver, Xiao Zhang, turned the steering wheel, moved to the left fast lane, accelerated and overtook the large truck from behind. It was about 4:30 in the afternoon. The weather was clear, no wind, no fog, no dazzling sun, and excellent visibility. With Xiao Zhang's driving skills, the overtaking operation was sure to happen without any problems. Unexpectedly, an unexpected thing happened suddenly: a man suddenly jumped out from the green area in front, jumped over the guardrail of the isolation belt and jumped into the fast lane, blocking our overtaking route.

Before leaving for Xinjiang, Long Xiao went to Mount Wutai. Mount Wutai is the first of the four most famous Buddhist mountains in China. It is the monastery of Manjushri Bodhisattva and is also included in the World Cultural Landscape Heritage list. But Long Xiao went there not to worship Buddha or to travel, but just because he felt that doing so would make him feel more at ease. Long Xiao also sat by the TV and leaned in front of the computer to pay attention to what happened in Urumqi that summer. He was very worried about the people there. Later, every time Long Xiao heard news about Xinjiang, it was almost always related to that. But after all, the distance was far away, more than 3,000 kilometers away from his hometown. It took more than 30 hours by express train and nearly 4 hours by plane. It felt like two worlds. Occasionally I want to eat mutton skewers, so I look for those men with tall noses and deep eyes. The mutton skewers they grill are much more authentic than the local ones.

The old ginger is spicy, but the green onions are still tender and fragrant. In the spring of 2004, Zhai Wei was walking on the road to visit the painter Yang Jianpeng and encouraged himself with these words. The introducer was the bearded Liu Mingsheng. While driving, he chatted with Zhai Wei about the famous Bashu painters, the clouds and mist and the golden landscapes in traditional Chinese paintings. Seeing that he still couldn't let go, Liu Mingsheng started talking about stand-up comedy: The painter surnamed Wang likes to juggle and spray saliva onto the paintings to create special effects; Painter Guo is a good painter and a righteous person, but his hands smell like fish. He has been in trouble in the past two years and went to a star hotel to hire a chef to open up his joints. He can't wait to have a Manchu banquet at home.

"Hua Ni Loach", surnamed Fan, used to be a leader of the Anti-Japanese Red Spear Association. Before that, he was a murderer and a traitor. The year before last, he defected to the Japanese and became a battalion commander. The people in Shuangpo Town often called him Leader Fan, and they hated him so much that they wished he would die with a bang. However, he rose through the ranks and yesterday became the commander of the Manchukuo Army's Railway Guard Corps stationed in Shuangpo Town. His ability to become the regiment leader was entirely due to the strong recommendation of Goto Masao, the intelligence officer of the Kwantung Army stationed in Shuangpo Town. The person who firmly disagreed with him being the leader was Mizuno Hirokawa, the captain of the railway garrison stationed in Shuangpo Town of the Kwantung Army. Mizuno Hirokawa looked down on Leader Fan because he had a sinister appearance. He was a bandit in the past, and he was a ruthless bandit who made trouble in the Black Dragon Palace Town. The Japanese tried to exterminate him several times, but he escaped every time.

About the author Wu Xin, male, originally from Ningjin, Shandong. Literary Creation Level 1. Member of China Writers Association. Now Tianjin Writers Association specializes in creative writing. He studied in the third advanced research class of Lu Xun Institute of Literature. He began to publish works in 1983, and has authored four novels including "Tree Rain", "Shadows at Dusk" and "Paradise Mass", a self-selected collection of short stories and short stories "The Promise", and a collection of essays "Habitual Bustling", etc. In addition, he has published dozens of short stories and short stories in literary publications such as "Contemporary", "People's Literature", "Chinese Writers", and "Beijing Literature". The novel has been reprinted many times by "Selected Novels", "Novel Monthly", "Xinhua Digest", "Appreciation of Masterpieces", "Selected Novellas", "Selected Chinese Literature", etc. The works have been selected into various annual literary anthologies such as "2005 China Annual Novella", "Beijing Literature Novella Monthly", "2006 Short Story Selection", "2007 Novel Monthly Original Edition Collection", etc.

Six miles east of Shuangta Town, the Tanxiang River, a tributary of Weishan Lake, flows slowly next to the Shuangta Mine. The water is three meters deep and dark green. On both sides of the river, the flat golden wheat fields stretched to the Shuangta Mine, eight hundred meters away from the river bank. When approaching, the wheat fields deftly bypassed the coal mines, and then the golden plains continued. The poplar trees on the bank grow at a rate of ten centimeters every year because of the nourishment of the river. The branches and leaves are smooth and green, forming two long stretches of shade. If there is a stormy weather, the poplar leaves will fall down a thick layer, and because they have been soaked by the rain, it will feel like walking on a carpet when people walk on it. And in the hazy evening, hares will also run over from the golden wheat fields and sit on the leaves to enjoy the coolness. At this time, the chirping of cicadas drowned out the quarrels of the sparrows, and the cuckoos with strange calls also enjoyed the coolness here.

Are you here? Okay, okay, sit, sit, sit! My dear, bring me a pot of tea. The Jin Junmei we brought back from Fujian last time, make me a pot to entertain the guests. What? Don't know those three words? Well, it's easy to say, just look at the price on the label, whichever is more expensive, brew whichever one is more expensive, and use the most pretentious set of small teapots. They are so particular, and their educated people like this. Don't use the big teapot from my hometown in Shandong to make people think that I am a descendant of Liang Shanbo, with small eyes and a big belly, poor food and no culture. This female reporter, you want to interview me, yes, but I have two conditions: 1. I will be paid to appear in your magazine and I won't do it. It's not that I don't have money, it's that I can't afford to lose this position and this person. After all, I am also a famous painter and professor now. People who want to buy paintings from me are already waiting until March next year, so I don't need you to advertise.

About the author: Liu Jiming, born in 1963, graduated from the Chinese Department of Wuhan University. He started writing in the mid-1980s, and is the author of the novels "Bionic Man", "A Promise of a Thousand Dollars", and "Bringing the Chimpanzee Home", as well as collections of short stories and short stories "I Love Mai Niang", "Chinese Labyrinth", "The Awkward Year", "Send You a Gift" "Bunch of Red Flowers and Grass", a collection of ideological essays "My Passionate Era" and a long reportage "Dream Dam", etc. He has won Qu Yuan Literary Award, Hubei Literature Award, "Shanghai Literature" Award, China Federation of Literary and Art Circles Literary Criticism Award and Xu Chi Reportage Award. He is currently the vice chairman of Hubei Provincial Writers Association and a professional writer. The spring of 1983 has arrived. For Shen Futian, who has lived in Beijing for more than 30 years, spring in Beijing is no longer as unbearable as it used to be. Moreover, in another year, he will be sixty years old. Whether it is the natural climate or the social environment, whether it is unpredictable, bad or uncomfortable, he can mostly be calm, take it calmly and be at ease with the situation. When Confucius said, "You will know your destiny at fifty," is this kind of mentality probably referring to?

The train is like a slow image of time, hiding its deafening roar on the paper. If one looks back from the poem, he will suddenly fall into the past full of rhythm. However, if you look at it from the perspective of writing, the huge inertia of the train seems more suitable to be used to set up suspense. If it is one meter away from the novel or three meters away from the prose, can it kiss the cool tip of the muse's nose in time? Italian writer Calvino once wrote: "A locomotive whined, the steam from the piston filled the beginning of this chapter, and a cloud of smoke covered part of the first paragraph."

Niushan and seven key militiamen were hiding on the ridge beside the wormwood. There were four of them on each side, lined up like a confrontation in a war. But what they held was not a gun, but a thick hemp rope tightly held in each hand. They pulled one end, two in total, like two frozen snakes lying in the middle of the road. They tugged every now and then, as if they were afraid it would break. In addition, each person also has a five-foot-long wooden stick in his arms, which is as thick as a doll's arm. They were all highly vigilant, holding their breath, their eyes were red, and they stared at the path in front of them like hounds. One end of the road wound around, leading to the back beam of Beishan, and the other end stretched towards the village down the slope. Any clues or disturbances on the road would affect their tense nerves. This is a secret arrest operation. The person responsible for this arrest mission is the militia company commander, Niushan.

There are seven volumes in this set, namely "She's Not My Mother", "A Better Life", "Together, It's Alright", "Until That Day", "People Who Will Disappear", "Happiness Needs to Wait" and "I Know Someone is Waiting for Me Somewhere".

This book is the representative work of Liu Xinglong, winner of the Mao Dun Literature Award. It was adapted into a movie of the same name and won many awards at home and abroad. This book includes works such as "Phoenix Qin", "Village Party Secretary", "Twilight Class Chanting", "Carrying Tea to Beijing", "Cai Choi and Radish", and "Fake City". In these novels, Liu Xinglong looks more for the shining points of human nature from secular people, recommends the noble among ordinary people, and creates ordinary but not mediocre images. Because of the emergence of these works, the literary circle evaluated Liu Xinglong as a representative writer of "new realist novels".