Library

Human life is so wonderful and accidental, and it takes so many opportunities to come to this world. But life is often so fragile and cannot withstand the slightest blow. When I was 30 years old, I experienced a death. That day, Tang Jie from my class and I were doing high-voltage tests at the substation. It is to determine whether there is a defect by applying a high voltage several times the rated operating voltage to the electrical equipment during a power outage. This is a very dangerous job in the power system. Every operating procedure must strictly follow the requirements of the "Electrical Safety Regulations" and must be bold and careful, with a high concentration of attention. A slight negligence may lead to equipment and personal accidents. Disaster and death come without warning.

No one would have thought that the famous leader Xu would be reduced to a dying beggar a few years later. One day at noon, in the heavily guarded Xilin River placer gold mine, a group of miners with sallow faces, thin muscles, and ragged clothes were still in groups of three, feebly panning for gold in their respective gold pits. Hungry, they were all eagerly looking forward to the early arrival of lunch, and looked towards the Old Golden Road from time to time. On the deserted Laojin Road, a beggar appeared in everyone's sight. He was half-clothed, unshaven, unkempt, holding a begging bowl with a gap in his hand, dragging a dog-beating stick, swaying one step at a time, and staggered forward. As soon as he entered the gold field, he fell down on the sand tailings and could not get up.

Oysters for lunch? ! There was a layer of crushed ice on the aluminum tray. On the crushed ice, naked French oysters lay in rows on their backs, like disarmed female prisoners. No one could escape. Just look at the two French chefs carrying the oyster plates. Their expressions look like envoys from a defeated country. Thickly packed Chinese people filled the forty-eight square tables of the "Montang's" seafood restaurant. They all stared at the shaky oyster plate, their buttocks squirmed, and they stood up. Some waved knives and forks, and some took out their own bamboo chopsticks from their bags. There was a kind of buzzing sound, which was a vibrato in their throats. This vibrato shook the shopping bags on the floor and on the table, like a strong wind blowing through the bamboo forest... The tour guide Fang Xiaoman raised a small red flag. The flag is very strange. It has the Eiffel Tower in black, but there are five yellow stars hanging above the tower, and the background is blood red.

Duliang's "Classic Works Collection" series includes "Bright Sword", "Blood Romance" and "Smoke in Peking". The three novels have various genres, but their themes do not contain the word "family and country". The TV series adaptation of the same name has been a hit on the screen for decades. When we meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins! The spirit of bright sword, the victorious teacher! In the face of a powerful opponent, you must draw your sword resolutely even if you know you are defeated. Even if you fall, you must become a mountain or a ridge.

Liu Ye and Sun Li star in the original TV series "Blood Romance". This book tells a story about "destiny". This is the cruel youth of the next generation involuntarily. They become stubborn masters and "take their jobs". They go to the mountains and countryside, join the army, change careers, and go to sea to do business. After many ups and downs, they live out different joys and sorrows in the same era. This is their sunny day, and their romance becomes the memory of yesterday in the bloody haze. Our mood fluctuates with their stories, but we find that youth is just a matter that blooms to the extreme but ends too hastily. Zhong Yuemin, Yuan Jun, Zhang Haiyang, Li Kuiyong... Before the "Cultural Revolution", they were just a group of ordinary middle school students. When the "Cultural Revolution" began, their fate also changed.

This book tells a story about "war and human nature". The city of Beijing has fallen. Japan, the puppets, the country, and the communists are all competing against each other. Peiping is full of chaos and chaos. Various characters are busy fighting for their own interests, and the numb citizens are also struggling in suffering and contradictions. Everyone witnesses the rise and fall of a country in their own way. The world is full of fireworks, and the setting sun is desolate. In any case, war magnifies the glory and despicability of human nature.

Li Yunlong is a powerful professional soldier who has fought hundreds of battles on the battlefield. He is a famous general who has fought in blood and fire all his life. His life creed is: facing a powerful opponent, knowing that he is outmatched, he must show his sword resolutely, and even if he falls, he must become a mountain or a ridge. In the transition of time and space between war and peace, his life is destined to become a legend.

This book tells a story about "family struggle". Rongbaozhai, which was on the verge of bankruptcy, has been able to continue to this day thanks to the efforts of several generations. In this book, the author starts with his old boss Zhang Yangshan and slowly tells the story of the three generations of Rongbaozhai over the past century. Among them are the battles between peers, the impact of war, legendary experiences, and the operation and management of stores. An old shop, two calligraphy and paintings, a hundred years of history, finally became a famous restaurant. His ancestors were under the shadow of his ancestors, he was assisted by his righteous servants, he was generous and fair, and he created a business legend. Three generations of people have used wisdom and courage to extend the life of Rongbaozhai.

Duliang's "Family and Country Five" series includes "Bright Sword", "Blood Romance", "Wolf Smoke in Peking", "Rongbaozhai" and "Collapse". The five novels have various genres, but their themes do not contain the word "family and country".

Why did Yuan Ying, general manager of Zhaohui Investment Company, do everything possible to recruit Tong Zhenhao? The reason lies in Tong Zhenhao's many years of fighting experience in the securities market, his performance and reputation, and also because of his customer base. Speaking of which, Yuan Ying has been struggling in the securities market for several years, but his performance is as good as that of the Shanghai Composite Index. In his own words, he has witnessed the red sun in the mountains and suffered avalanches and subsidence. After counting over the years, he has finally made a small profit. However, he was also complacent. After all, only one out of ten people in the Chinese stock market made money, two people lost money, and seven people lost money.

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.

Erfeng, he must have been twenty-two or three years old at that time, and he was good-looking. He is neither tall nor short, fat and thin, well-proportioned, his skin is white and thin, and he has beautiful features; especially his two big eyes, which are like a pool of water in his mouth. Is it that evil? Some say her eyes can speak. It's true. In the Peking Opera "Hong Luan Xi", Jin Yunu has a line that goes: "When I was twenty-eight years old, I grew up in a poor family, with green windows and quiet spring, and my appearance was like a flower." This opera word is the most appropriate to describe Jia Erfeng, and she is not only twenty-eight years old! In those days, men and women were not so liberated. It didn't matter if they were beautiful, they just looked at them twice. But being poor and having sex with her father was a waste of time - she was as beautiful as a flower! The front yard is a courtyard with seven families living in it. It can be said to be a large courtyard.

Train T42 bound for Beijing. When I took out my train ticket and went through the security check, something unexpected happened. The ticket inspector said, "Your ticket has expired." It's obviously a ticket for the 14th. Is there something wrong with my memory? No, I watched it several times. However, I was still wrong. 0:53 On the 14th did pass. At this moment, it should be 0:53 on the 15th. I'm a little overwhelmed. The ticket inspector looked at me strangely, as if I was a dementia patient or a mutated person. I was so anxious that I broke out in cold sweat. I thought to myself that it wasn't once or twice that I went out alone. How could I make such a stupid mistake? I have repeatedly said in the past that I am overly sensitive to numbers and never remember passwords, phone numbers, or anything like that.

Ever since general manager Xiao Hanmo blurted out at the employee congress a few days ago that "from now on we will streamline mergers, sell land, and sell off assets to make a living," the employees have been in an uproar. Afterwards, I contacted him about what he had done in the past two years as general manager, and angrily said that he was eating the food of his ancestors and smashing the bowls of his brothers. He had to destroy the stamina of Baihua Company. Zhu Hui, Secretary of the Party Committee, knew that before convening the Workers' Congress, when studying the work ideas for this year and next, everyone unanimously believed that under the current situation, putting forward the slogan "Second Entrepreneurship" based on the company's actual situation can be inspiring. While paying close attention to the purchase and sales work, we should further deepen the supporting reforms within the company.

At first, only a few young men like Wang, Niudu, and 860 went out to work in Tianjing Village. After they invited people from the left to the right, most of the male labor force in the village left, and later the young wives followed. Think about it, you are a young man in his twenties and thirties, and you are so far apart from your wife, how can you do it without even seeing her a few times a year? The old one can only take care of his grandchildren at home. Strange to say, all the young people in the village seemed to be eating flowers and grass. Every family always gave birth to two children, a boy and a girl. Either it blooms first and then bears fruit, or it blooms first and then blooms. People in Tianjingzhai like to use metaphors when talking. Flowering means giving birth to a girl, and the result is giving birth to a boy. Changhuacao is a kind of herbal medicine from Tianjing Village. It is said that eating it can maintain the balance of male and female fertility. If the first child is a girl, the second child will definitely be a boy; if the first child is a boy, the second child will be a girl.

Tian Tian insisted on following, but Lao Sun had no choice. Lao Sun works part-time, specifically cooking for others. At noon, we will speculate for residents 3301, and at night, we will speculate for residents 5403, 6403, and 7403. Before retiring, Lao Sun was a chef in the cafeteria. The unit efficiency was not very good, but the food in the cafeteria tasted particularly good. Many young workers do not want to change jobs to other units just because of this. A relative of 3301 had eaten in Lao Sun's cafeteria. The relative told 3301 this information. As soon as Lao Sun retired from his job, 3301 invited him over. 3301 Asked Lao Sun to try frying two dishes. After tasting them, he felt that they tasted as good as the legend.

Mu Yumen's Notes: The beauty of Utopia lies in its inability; because it cannot, humans invented stories... This island was originally nameless and very small, separated from the West Island by water, and the property rights belonged to the West Island Agricultural School. Because it was unknown and surrounded by large reeds, people from the agricultural school erected a sign for it and gave it a seemingly elegant name with the words "Jianjia Island" written on it. It's a pity that because of the local accent, it is called the Island of Embarrassment. It was my idea to send Boo Boo to Awkward Island. There is only an old farmer from the Agricultural School and a few bungalows on Awkward Island. They only work when the sun rises and breathe when the sun sets. Today, this is probably the most suitable place in the world for Bu Bu Bu to live. But I didn't expect that Awkward Island would change at any time - the resort was built in the middle of the water: large areas of reeds were cut down, yachts came in, there was feasting, men and women hugged each other...

The factory-wide workers' meeting lasted from 2pm to 5pm, and there was no sign of it ending anytime soon. Normally, people would have mostly fled. But today, no one left midway to use the restroom or for any other reason, and the whole place was in good order. Amin sat near the side door. This is a must-have for anyone who fears meetings. A Ming usually enters the venue a few minutes earlier than others, so it is easy for him to occupy a place here. Isn't it worthwhile to arrive a few minutes early and leave an hour or two early? A Ming was in no mood to run away at this moment. Director Chi's report just now on the economic situation of the ceramic factory is scary. Starting from this month, not only can we not expect to receive wages, but also 80% of the employees will be laid off, and they will have to pay 130 yuan a month for living expenses.

When the admissions van drove to this village called Chaihu Gou, we didn't know that there was a girl named Fan Huimin in this village because she was not on our admissions list. To be honest, our admissions list is a bit like the secret contact chart in Luan Ping's hand in "Lin Hai Xue Yuan", which is filled with the names of almost all the students who did not pass the high school entrance examination in Yima Town Junior High School. We know that holding this list is a bit unethical, like a voyeur, ready to make a person's privacy public at any time. But there is nothing we can do. Because many admissions units carry this "contact chart". According to Principal Xiong who provided us with the "contact map", it took a lot of trouble to get it from the county admissions office.

The plum blossoms are gone in the cold snow, and the spring breeze is coming back from the willow trees. The Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal has thawed and started sailing. Zhangjiawan, Tongzhou, known as the gateway to Beijing and the first pier of the Grand Canal, has once again seen a bustling scene of thousands of sails racing and hundreds of boats competing for the current. When the Yuan Dynasty established its capital in Beijing, grain and rice were sent to the southeast, and grain transportation was a major event for the court. Zhangjiawan is the northernmost water transport terminal of the canal. After Zhu Di, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, became emperor, he moved the capital from Nanjing to Beijing and carried out large-scale construction in the fourth year of Yongle (1406). The building materials used to build palaces, mausoleums, government offices, etc. Were all transported to Beijing via the canal waterway via the Zhangjiawan Imperial Wood Factory. No wonder there is a saying among the people that "Zhangjiawan came first, and then Beijing City".

The green that had just been soaked by the rain fell on the fresh trees at the head of the green ridge. At this moment, under the clear sky, it seems that every leaf is full of new green tenderness. This is the color of Cangshan Mountain. It's her again, almost every night after the rain, she breaks into my dreams. This time, she was even more beautiful. Her waist-length hair was flying in the silver moonlight, and her white skirt was dotted with green grass. She was dancing with her graceful waist, and her hair was spinning and jumping with her body, like an elf in the night! She turned around and met my eyes. Those smart eyes made me intoxicated. She came forward to greet me, as in every dream, and I offered her a bouquet of lilies, flowers that I had gathered from far away places and still smelled of earth and dew. Only this pure lily is worthy of her moving smile.

I drove the car and passed the Yemao Mountain Pass. When the car reached the commanding heights of a corner, a beam of light shone, and the Qijiadian Reservoir appeared in front of our eyes like a piece of blue cloth suddenly shaken open. I slowed down, but didn't stop completely. I pressed down the car window and saw the tower of the Great Buddha Temple beside the reservoir. In the morning light, it shone with a clear tranquility, which made my heart skip a beat, as if a long-closed attic window had been opened. A few pigeons or swallows are lingering in the dim light, and it feels like they are flying from my heart - today is April 4th, the day of the Great Buddha Temple. Vaguely, in the distance on the road, many vehicles were already surging towards the Great Buddha Temple. I pulled the car to the side of the road and saw a large truck passing by in the rearview mirror. It was not an impulse, but a sudden and solemn pilgrimage in my heart. I turned the car around, got off the national highway, took a shortcut along the edge of the reservoir to the Great Buddha Temple.

In the midsummer of 2013, Jingxi Hotel was surrounded by green trees and blooming flowers. On the afternoon of June 15th, the first conference room on the third floor. That year, the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee of the Communist Party of China was held here. On the right side of the conference room, a screen hangs; on the left side, a flower basket hangs; in the middle, a banner hangs, which reads: The Fourth Award Ceremony for Outstanding Works of Chinese Biographical Literature (2007.7-2012.6). The atmosphere is both frugal and solemn. This five-year award is the highest award for biographical literary creation in China. In the garden of Chinese literature, biographical literature is flourishing, with more than 5,000 works published every year. This means that there are as many as 25,000 works participating in the fourth session. It is not easy to stand out from the crowd of works.

Vanilla is naturally a grass. On the vast Alxa Plateau in the west, vanilla is a very common grass. Since it is very common, it indicates the possibility of large-scale breeding. But no matter what kind of grass, no matter how ordinary it is, it must have water to grow. So, where does the water come from? No one should expect that a huge spring will suddenly appear on the ground. The clear water will gush out and flow, thoroughly dousing the huge grassy beach. Then just rely on the sky. It rains and the ground becomes slippery. If you fall, you have to crawl. This is for people. Grass will not fall down on its own. The roots of grass are buried deep in the soil. As long as they are moistened by rainwater, they will grow vigorously. If they are stepped down, they can stand up on their own.

Ma Yuan stood on the street of Lhasa and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Alas, we are finally here! He looked around and felt that the busy streets of Lhasa were still different from what he had imagined before. Ma Yuan had long been in a very yearning mood for Lhasa. He knew that Tibet was a place full of temptations. The magnificent snowy scenery here, the towering white snow, the magnificent natural creation, the vast plateau pastures, the charming mountains and lakes, the numerous ancient temples and ancient customs, the unique ethnic customs, and the colorful ethnic culture will all make you feel relaxed and fascinated. And Lhasa is a dazzling pearl on the plateau that makes him feel dazzling. Therefore, when he is not very satisfied with his current living situation, especially his working situation, his yearning for Lhasa can be said to have reached an extremely strong level.

Gui Wu got to know Sanhuangzi because he ate two of Sanhuangzi's sesame seed cakes. The sesame cakes are just ordinary sesame cakes with a layer of browned white sesame seeds. Ningzhou people are very particular about the presentation of their sesame cakes. Black sesame seeds don't look good, as they look like they've been dropped to the ground and are a little dirty, so they only use clean white sesame seeds. Gui Wu was originally going to Liujiawan outside the West City Gate that morning to deliver medicine to the official residence. The so-called official residence is not the residence of a real official, just like the government office in Wujiazhuang on the other side of the Ninghe River is not the government office in Ningzhou. At that time, a civil examiner came out of this official residence, and a military examiner came out of the Yamen house in Wujiazhuang on the other side of the river. So people called the Wenju family's house an official residence, and the Wuju family's house a Yamen, both of which had a sense of awe. On that morning, Guiwu went to deliver medicine to the official residence. The old lady at the official residence had a few extra bites of the stew the night before.

Emperor Hirohito's cousin Kuwata Hideyoshi was the first generation of female explorers in Japan after the Meiji Restoration. She made an exception and disguised herself as a man, sneaking into the Yunnan border of China, the Sumatran jungle of Indonesia, and the Bangla python area of ​​Thailand to conduct animal inspections, and became a legendary heroine for a while. Later, he married zoologist Chishima Kaeda and gave birth to two daughters. The eldest daughter's name is Yoshida Kyoko, and the younger daughter's name is Yoshida Akiko. The sisters are two years apart and about the same height. There are some differences in personality - Kyoko is more sharp-tongued, while Akiko is more honest. Both sisters have repeatedly stated that they will continue their mother's unfinished business, travel around the world to explore, and investigate venomous snakes and beasts. They had just graduated from Fuji High School when the Pacific War broke out.

Yu Momo crawled out of her mother's womb as an unlucky guy. Not long after Yu Momo was born, there happened to be three years of natural disasters. Due to long-term malnutrition, he became skinny and skinny. Yu Momo's father, Mr. Yu, was a political cadre in a department-level unit in the provincial capital in the 1950s. Mr. Yu was born at the wrong time and caught up with the vigorous "anti-rightist" struggle in the 1950s. Because of his conservative thinking and unreasonable opinions on government affairs, he was mistakenly classified as a "rightist" and was sent to Hujiawan, a rural village thousands of miles away from the provincial capital, for labor reform. Mr. Yu later made a fortune in Hujiawan, married the eldest daughter of the landlord where he settled, and started a family in a hurry. In the second year after Mr. Yu got married, his wife gave birth to two boys. The boy was like a sick cat all day long, neither crying nor barking.

There are countless shops on Jixiang Street. There are only two shops selling tofu. One is in the north and the other is in the south. The owner of the tofu shop in the north is surnamed Feng, Feng Guochang, who is 46 years old this year; the owner of the tofu shop in the south is surnamed Zhao, and his name is Zhao Guosheng, who is 43 years old. Boss Feng has a Chinese character face, is 1.8 Meters tall, and has a burly figure. Now he has put on some weight, and looks broad and round, like a butcher who kills pigs and eats meat every day, unlike the owner of a tofu shop. Boss Zhao has a knife-like face, is 1.71 Meters tall, and has a thin body, more like a tofu eater all year round. When Boss Feng and Boss Zhao talk together, they have to stay two meters apart, otherwise Boss Zhao can only see Boss Feng's face when he raises his head. The owners of the two tofu shops are cousins. Boss Feng calls Boss Zhao's mother aunt, and Boss Zhao calls Boss Feng's father uncle.

What does it feel like when a hot cup of coffee passes from one person's hand to another's? Touching, warm, sweet, and tenderness that suddenly ripples in my heart. Wu Jun said do you feel this way? Tang Xiaochao said yes. Tang Xiaochao said, this feeling will always exist, sustainable development, if someone always makes me coffee. When he said this, Tang Xiaochao's movements and postures were always different. Sometimes he was sweeping the floor, and at that time he was bending down. Sometimes I am in the kitchen, and at that time I have a spatula in my hand. Sometimes they are in bed. At that time, their buttocks are on the bed, but their legs are raised high, or they are leaning on the head of the bed, holding a book in one hand and an apple with a bite in the other... It is the habit of Wu Jun and Tang Xiaochao to drink coffee together.

Xu Yuefang was "doing homework" in the small study when she received a call from Zhang Dahai. The small study is a long and narrow space in the master bedroom, separated from the master bedroom by two wooden-framed glass-core hand-sliding doors, and an aluminum alloy glass window on the other side. During the suite decoration season, such a small space was created for sound insulation. There is a railway track dozens of meters outside the glass window, and there is a small train station nearby. Trains often stop with their whistles honking like deer in heat, and then drive away like deer in heat. In the first half of the year, Wan Yizhai took a back seat and occupied the large study room, so Xu Yuefang had to move to the small study room to do her homework. Doing homework is a special term for the couple, a pun intended. After dinner, Xu Yuefang said, please clean up the dishes and chopsticks. I have to do homework tonight: Xu Yuefang did this homework alone, writing lesson plans and correcting homework.

Gratitude is a hurdle in life. It wasn't until the old secretary lost 3 million in futures trading overnight that people remembered the grudges between Big Head and the old secretary. The secretary lost 3 million, which was completely knocked down by the big wave of mistakes. This big wave of mistake not only swept away 3 million yuan, but also swept away the secretary's lifelong reputation. It swept the secretary to pieces and carried him to the ends of the world, dying. At this time, no one thought that at the critical moment, Datou would stand on the wave, turn the tide, and support the secretary's agricultural supplies company.

The professor's surname is Jin, and his name is bright and eye-catching: Jin Yangyang. Professor Jin Taiyang works at the Northern Conservatory of Music. He has been teaching for more than 40 years and has taught thousands of students. He has won prizes in various competitions such as the province's previous music competitions, TV singer competitions, and Golden Voice Awards. In some years, he even won gold, silver, and bronze awards, and some of them are outstanding in the country. One year there was a provincial music competition, and half of the twelve judges were his students, and three of them had taken classes with him. A person from the organizing committee joked, Professor Jin, the music industry has naturally formed a circle around you. Your circle is rich in resources and is a golden circle! Since then, Golden Circle has become a special term in the northern music industry, and is also famous in the national music industry.

When my brother-in-law received the admission notice from Guiyang College, his old father-in-law's face was burned like a shovel on fire. This university will be burnt if you take it, and it will be burnt if you don't take it. My brother-in-law, whose only name is "Hai", has been studying in a rural middle school. His grades have always been at the top, and his grades in the college entrance examination are also satisfactory. However, his mind is a little far away and he wants to go to a university outside the province. His ambition seems a bit far-fetched. The undergraduate admissions are almost finished. Before I received the admission news, I received calls from my father-in-law almost every day. Hai stopped working and stopped eating. Hai kept tossing and turning with his eyes open until dawn. He also said that Hai was walking around behind the house and trampled the grass on the slope into bare piles. All in all, Hai was terribly irritable. Hai's sister, my wife, is called Gang. Every day she goes to the Education Bureau to check the admission list. There is no Hai's name. Every day, there is no name.

In today's highly regulated financial system, the financial industry seems to be getting further and further away from public life. The recommendation of the book "Finance Can Subvert History" stems from our estrangement from the financial industry and also from the inseparable relationship between finance and our daily lives. Historically, in the ranking of Chinese culture, "scholars, farmers, industry and commerce", "business" has always been the lowest. Business history has rarely been compiled, and financial historical materials are even more lacking. There has been little research accumulation in this area since the Republic of China. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, financial scholars often lacked an objective stance and valuable historical materials due to their specific ideology. Every review of history may be a sorting out and innovation of concepts, research and discovery of new historical materials, and a sorting out of values; and another important aspect of the source of innovation is the excavation of history.

Baixiangyan is a small mountain village in the middle reaches of the Kunyu River in Huili East District. It is located at the foothills of Lunan Mountain and halfway up the Trevally River Valley. The rolling bream river flows through the foot of the slope below the small mountain village. There is only one wooden bridge on the river for people on both sides to pass. On the other side of the small mountain village are rolling and towering mountains. There is a small river beach at the foot of the mountain. People on the other side of the river only need to walk across the river beach, cross the wooden bridge and then climb a small slope to reach the small mountain village of Baixiangyan. One to twenty miles east of the small mountain village are the famous Gaji and Gaoke granaries in the East District. After marching day and night, Li Yu, Cai Jianming, and Xu Jiazhong led the second, fourth, and fifth brigades through Jiangzhou over the mountains and arrived at Baixiangyan at noon the next day. The frontline headquarters immediately sent people to prepare supplies and food for going up the mountain.

The novel uses a lot of pen and ink to describe a fierce battle between China and Japan that took place in Qinzhou, Guangxi during the Anti-Japanese War. The scene was thrilling and extremely tragic. The author reproduces the original appearance of a period of history, not to exaggerate the cruelty of war, but to want future generations to remember history, remember heroes, and cherish today's hard-won peaceful and healthy environment. The work spans a huge time and space. The second half strives to describe a beautiful and comfortable life, and cleverly inserts artistically conceived diaries and inscriptions, which well reflects the author's intention. It is gratifying that the country has now designated September 30 as Martyrs' Day in a legal form to comfort the heroes and warn future generations.

The vast and tender water gathered from the small streams and rivers in the Greater Khingan Mountains to form a huge force. It has reached the plains in the rush, and suddenly made a big turn, making it much wider and quieter. At that big bend, fishermen, hunters, ginseng diggers, gold diggers, traders, woodcutter and cultivators gradually gathered, and the horse frame turned into an adobe house. Several natural villages came into being. Around 1900 AD, the roadbed of the China-Eastern Railway had crawled over like a python, connecting the villages of Wufuma, Yushutun, Angangxi, Gudian, Shuishiying, and Paotaitun. However, the railway had not yet been opened, and transportation between them still relied on traditional post and waterways. These many villages moved closer to one place from the periphery, where the adobe houses were transformed into blue brick houses, and the green brick city walls were repaired around them.

"Prosper the literary and artistic undertakings and light up the spiritual beacon", this is the strong message issued by Zhao Zhengyong, Secretary of the Shaanxi Provincial Committee of the Communist Party of China, to the literary and artistic circles and all walks of life in the province when he deeply studied the spirit of his speech. On October 15, 2014, General Secretary Xi Jinping hosted a national symposium on literature and art work in Beijing and delivered an important speech. Four famous contemporary writers and artists from our province, including Chen Zhongshi, Jia Pingwa, Zhao Jiping and Chen Yan, were invited to attend the meeting. It is a supreme honor for Shaanxi's literary and art circles to have four people from one province attend such an important meeting. It is also a strong evidence of Shaanxi's status as a major literary and art province and a major cultural province in the country. It has caused a strong spiritual impact and ideological shock in Shaanxi's literary and art circles and social circles. Shaanxi is the birthplace of the great Yan'an literary and artistic tradition, and it is also the contemporary spiritual highland for the classic inheritance and shaping of this tradition.

On the ancient Hunan-Guizhou Road, inns entertain guests from all religions and professions, porters travel across mountains and rivers to traffic goods, bandits appear and kill people and loot goods, and they are entangled with each other. The Japanese aggressors stepped into their homes with iron hoofs, and they hated their country and their families. They resolutely put aside their grievances and sacrificed their lives to stain the ancient road with blood, playing the clarion call to jointly resist foreign aggression... The ancient road rested and reflected on the righteousness pavilion to express their heroic feelings. The porters were all bare-chested, and the lumpy flesh on their bodies was a copper-like color. After climbing over the rolling horse slope, the soles of the straw sandals on my feet had almost worn out. Fortunately, it was a downhill road, and the bluestone slabs had long been worn smooth. It was indescribably cool and comfortable to step on. The mulberry wood poles on my shoulders could not help but tremble with the rhythm of the footsteps, singing "creepy, creaky", adding vitality to the quiet ancient road.

Han Mingxuan has the habit of taking a nap. After lunch that day, I fell asleep as expected. However, as soon as I lay down in bed, the phone on the bedside table rang, which was particularly harsh. The number on the caller ID was unfamiliar and he didn't want to answer it. There were too many scam calls now and he was afraid of being fooled. It rang for a while and then stopped. As soon as the phone stopped ringing, the confusion in my mind rose, my eyelids closed involuntarily, and my heart relaxed. Suddenly, the phone rang again, and he was startled. At first glance, it was still the unfamiliar number. Han Mingxuan felt a little angry and refused to answer. However, the other party called again and again, unrelenting. Han Mingxuan had no choice but to pick him up. When he picked him up, he found out he was a relative. He sounds very close to him, he is his uncle's son-in-law. Although this uncle is not a relative, he was remarried after Han Mingxuan's biological uncle passed away. His surname is Lin. They also have a daughter named Afen.

Recently, a research result of scientists has frustrated me: the speed of a single photon still cannot exceed the limit of the speed of light. Coupled with the previous conclusion that a large group of photons and the information they carry travel at a speed lower than the speed of light, it proves that in the real world we live in, Einstein's classic theory that "the speed of light cannot be exceeded" still shines brightly, which means that the conclusion can never appear before the cause. In other words, we cannot achieve "travel", go back to the past, or reach the future. I gazed at the twinkling stars in the night sky in early July with dismay, and felt the light of these stars emitted tens of millions of light years ago. It was only now that my eyes captured the shock. On the ground, now, even my fantasy has lost its theoretical basis. There was a time when I was so obsessed with time and space. Buy an astronomical telescope and look at planets, stars and constellations according to the star map.

Yu Xiaoyu looked out the window and felt that if she left now, she could get home before dark. But she was still hesitant mentally. Should she wait for Zhang Xiaowei to go with him? Or should you go first? For about three minutes, she convinced herself between the two options, and finally decided to go first. She took down her down jacket from the coat rack with determination, and then looked in front of the mirror. Her hair was a bit messy, so she went to the window sill to find a comb. She wanted to tidy herself up, and she couldn't let others see her messy hair as soon as she went out. Before going out, Yu Xiaoyu turned off the computer power and took a look. The rose tea she had just brewed tasted just right. She picked up the cup and took another sip. In one afternoon, she drank two cups of rose tea. Later, she felt the taste was a bit bland, so she threw it away.

Probably in 1983, a gong and drum troupe emerged in Hukou County. The gong and drum troupe does nothing else but play and beat to see off the coffin. There are eight people in the gong and drum troupe, four of whom are on the pair of gongs and cymbals, plus small gongs, horse gongs, a drum player and a drum pusher, which is exactly the same as the Eight Immortals table. There are not many people in the team, but the momentum is the greatest. It is the only ringer team in the funeral procession. Going to mourning is also called mourning tour. The streets in Hukou County are three miles long from the west gate to the east gate, and mourners must walk through the streets. After the firecrackers went off and the coffin was raised, the gongs and drums began slowly. The drum beats were neither fast nor slow. The gongs and cymbals were in time and rhythmic, steady and low, all in step with the walking rhythm of the Eight Immortals carrying the coffin. The footsteps of all the mourners were a little heavy and stagnant, and the sad atmosphere of the entire funeral event was suddenly captured.

Him and her, a policeman, a painter. The reality is that one is in a terrible situation, while the other looks calm and graceful but is actually equally anxious and blazing. He was caught up in the fascination of investigation and almost lost his life. She is immersed or immersed in herself and history, isolated from the world, and isolated. The interest of the novel does not lie in excessively simulating reality. It carries an understanding of life and seeks the secret path to the soul. Subway security checkpoint. Take a sip! She wore headphones and listened to Andrea Bocelli's "Besame Mucho" and Adam Lambert's "Mad World" on a loop. Damage to hearing? Can't care.

I remember when I was in the sixth grade of primary school, it was recommended to make friends with Soviet children. In fact, it was to write letters to Soviet children. You could also attach photos, stamps, paintings, bookmarks, embroidered handkerchiefs, etc. To the letter. Through the "China-Soviet Friendship Association" in my country, you would mail it to the "Soviet-China Friendship Association" in the Soviet Union, and then forward it to a certain Soviet child. The other party's reply was also forwarded by the friendship associations of the two countries. In this way, an "international friend" relationship was established that communicated with each other across borders. The process of mailing letters was not known until many years later. At that time, we respected the Soviet Union as the "big brother" and kept talking about learning from the Soviet Big Brother. We kept saying that today's Soviet Union is our tomorrow.

Bai Le's family was poor and he lived by moving around and borrowing money, so Bai Le developed a thick skin and a clever mouth. On this day, two noble people came to their village and donated three hundred yuan to Bai Le. They also took photos of Bai Le's lanterns and women. The trouble is that the nobleman who was taking pictures fell into the cellar dug by Bai Le's family and broke his leg. Bai Le panicked, how should he deal with this emergency? Bai Le hid with Ye Zi and her daughter for a whole day, but was still blocked by the second aunt. Early in the morning, the three of them went out. Bai Le rode the dilapidated bicycle and did some tricks from time to time, causing the daughter on the bridge to scream and burst into laughter. Ye Zi hugged his waist tightly from behind, or pinched him quietly.

When Wu Jiusheng walked into the township compound with his luggage, he was catching up with the township cadre meeting. Everyone stopped in his tracks and stared at Wu Jiusheng, who was suddenly flustered in his steps and panicked in his heart. Wu Jiusheng lowered his head and stumbled on a small stone under his feet. He almost fell down and the luggage load hit someone. Wu Jiusheng raised his head suddenly, and the man said kindly: Xiao Wu, come to work. He casually took over the burden from Wu Jiusheng's shoulders. Wu Jiusheng called Master Jin softly and followed him into the township cafeteria. I heard someone behind me say: What a pity, you are so young. The weather in August is hot. After walking a lot of mountain roads, his clothes were already soaked with sweat. In addition to the nervousness just now, the sweat on Wu Jiusheng's face and body popped out like mushrooms. Master Jin pulled him under the electric fan and said, "It's hot today. Take off your long coat quickly to cool down."

My name is Xiazi. There are many people named Xiazi in our place. This title comes from my mother. I live in Jianghan Plain, which is rich in shrimps. In spring and summer, as long as you go fishing in big ditches and small rivers, you will find a basket full of shrimps. They are so cheap, only a few cents per catty. Once the shrimps stop jumping, they will give them to the dealers for nothing. The dealers then sell it at a low price to restaurants or delicatessens. They braise it with hot pepper, cinnamon, star anise, pepper, etc., Sprinkle some perilla or chives on it, and it is red, fragrant and green. It is placed in a glass cabinet and sold as popular stuffed prawns. My mother was a hawker. She would carry a basket early in the morning and go to the riverside to buy some small fish and shrimps from fishermen. Then she would take the basket to the town, take the No. 9 Bus, and go to the vegetable market in the city to sell it.

Lao Teng, whose real name is Teng Zhenfu, is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and a visiting professor at Bohai University. He is the author of seven books including "Applause" and "Confucian Notes". He has won the Northeast Literature Award and the Liaoning Literature Award. Currently working for the Xigang District Committee of Dalian City. Mao Ke likes to take a bath, and likes to strip naked and dive into the folk soup like a loach. The so-called Mintang is a small stream flowing down from the Aishan Hot Spring. It passes through the white stone sedge and yellow apricot forest, and then flows through a low-lying grass pond covered with reeds. It merges into a hot water bubble in the south of the grass pond. Because of the warm water, the villagers of Huangxing Village often came to take a bath, so they gave the water bubbles a somewhat ironic name like Min Tang, which means that the people who come here to take a bath are just ordinary people.