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Set off early in the morning and return in the evening. Brave hunter, you have walked through two thousand mountains and five hundred rivers, and seen three hundred wolves and fifty foxes. If you want to tell people a story, then tell the story about the wolf, because the story about the wolf is the best. It was this wolf that started this bloody fight. It had been hungry for a long time. After spotting the yak, it followed closely. In summer, yaks will go from the snow line to the river beach to graze. Sometimes they even lower their heads for a long time without raising them, as if there is endless food on the ground. The yak is fat, and its four hooves make a "thump, thump, thump" sound when it walks, and its sharp and thick horns look shocking.

No one could have imagined that Xinfeng Chemical Plant kept its confidentiality work so well. On the third day after the shutdown, at a routine maintenance meeting held at the factory headquarters, the factory director announced that the shutdown was not for an overhaul of the entire plant, and that the factory was closed down. When Shan Qiao heard the news, his mind was buzzing... Shan Qiao was not a middle-level cadre, so he did not attend the maintenance meeting and did not see the meeting that day. He just heard that as soon as the factory director announced the closure of the factory, Lao Pi, the director of the third chemical workshop, stood up first. His hands were shaking and he cursed uncontrollably. The factory has collapsed, but these days, they are still pretending to check my maintenance schedule, and they are making irresponsible remarks about the parts plan we reported every day.

Goodbye. The BMW turned around and rushed onto the overpass, not very fast. The two flat oval taillights on the back of the BMW flickered on and off, which reminded Dean, who was standing on the roadside smoking a cigarette, of his childhood at his grandma's house. During the drought in summer, at night in my grandmother's small town in southern Hunan. There are always many men collectively referred to as "uncle" holding torches, walking in the endless fields, walking in the endless night, dredging the ditches, and filling the fields with water in turn. This taking turns filling water is called "releasing water". Men in a village take turns keeping vigil. When your field is full of water, they immediately block the water inlet, and then open the water inlet of his field. Until dawn, the entire village's fields are irrigated.

Because my disease is that I can't feel anything, so let me go wild on the snow. --Cui Jian lyrics. At dusk when Ma Liu came to visit, there was a drizzle in the sky. This person found me through the newspaper's news hotline-it's my name, isn't it easy to find me? "Do you dare to report it?" He sat down and looked at me provocatively. "It depends on what information you give me." "You don't dare to repay." He shook his head. "Then why are you looking for me?" The light in the room was dim (the result of not paying my electricity bill for a month was a blackout), and the phantom rain made me feel that the thin Mr. Ma Liu was a figment of my imagination.

The huge manor stretches as far as the eye can see. The huge mansion hidden in the forest sea has cornices protruding above the tree canopy. This is the private land of the Wanlanshan family, and its size is larger than ten standard football fields combined. Such a size is directly proportional to its strength in the business world. As one of the three giants in the Japanese business community, the Wanlanshan family has a deep and unshakable reputation. Inside, the eldest lady of the Wanlanshan family is receiving a "guest" in her office. The eldest lady is named Wanlanshan Canglian. She has long straight black hair and a dignified appearance. She is a girl who looks like a Yamato Nadeshiko. Standing in front of her was a man of about forty years old. His height of nearly 1.9 Meters and his muscular body were full of oppression. He was as hard as the black steel blades of a giant ship, making people afraid to approach him.

The brown outer skin worn away by time cannot restrain the escaping wood fibers, forming a snarling little forest on the surface. The old quartz clock wrapped in the woods, like an old man who will pass away at any time, makes the broken sound of a rotten wood pulling a cart. The hollow mechanical sound echoed in the room, and there was neither Koga Suizou nor Koga Shiyi. In the quiet room, only Chongzong stood suddenly, keeping company with this ancient machine that could still make sounds. His figure was slim in the small house. There was an invisible darkness under the roof, and the floor tiles were covered with a cold that penetrated people's hearts. In the corner, cup noodle boxes stacked on the ground formed a hill. Around the hill, there are also disposable cans of pickles used as ingredients for fast food.

At noon the next day, gunfire sounded like a swarm of hungry locusts flying from the foot of the mountain. The cuckoo was crouched on the cold rock at the entrance of the cave, looking down the hillside with a pair of bloodshot eyes through the wild vines and shrubs. Her body was shaking slightly from cold and hunger. Before leaving, the big bird buried the fire with earth, causing the cave to fall into darkness and cold. It snowed in the twelfth lunar month, and it had been falling intermittently for seven days. The villages under Daqing Mountain seemed to be piles of rags left behind by people, burning in the snowfield, and a strong smell of burnt food spread. A large number of Japanese soldiers wearing brown field uniforms left the village, crossed the road, and gathered towards Daqingshan.

When he was born, his eyelids were too big and heavy, like a wall blocking them. From the day he could stand up, he had been doing one action repeatedly - raising his eyelids. Pick it up and carry it. Finally, through a small gap, he saw the bright light and objects directly in front of him, but people saw that what he finally raised was not his eyelids, but his head. When the people in the old street of Bianmenmen, who have had enough to eat and drink and have nothing to do, are frothing at the mouth and chatting about those unanswered questions in the light of the evening sun, you will see this child stumbling on the bluestone, walking with his face up to the sky. He looks like he is five or six years old, and his little shadow is stretched like a giant. Everyone who saw him for the first time felt strange, why did this child look like this? Whose family does he belong to? In this way, the child's mother could no longer be hidden, and was dug out from the corner and spread out to dry.

I saw him appear across the small street at least five times, carrying a shabby little cloth bag, timidly looking into the gate, hesitating for a moment, then disappearing into the empty streets of the town, and returning after a while, repeating the hesitation just now. The small conference room is on the second floor. The place where I sit is facing a row of large windows, and outside the window is the old small street. Seeing his repeated embarrassment, I guessed that this man must have something that he had to do but that was difficult to talk about. I really didn't expect that he was coming for me. He came to see me after dinner, when it was almost dark.

The tea shop in Xiping Ancient Town becomes as lively as the Chinese New Year when spring tea comes on the market. Early that morning, Wei Yin's apprentice Luo Wenxuan picked up two loads of new tea samples and went to the tea shop in the town to sell them. When almost ten kilograms of tea were sold, he packed up the pole and walked into the "Yuxuan Tower" carrying the ten kilograms of tea. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the boss, Jin Datou, swinging a cattail leaf fan and half lying on a bamboo chair, making a pot of tea and drinking it himself. He walked over and said, "Boss Jin, how are you always? Wenxuan has brought you tea." When Jin Datou saw that it was Luo Wenxuan, he smiled hurriedly. He greeted me: "Nephew Wenxuan, you old man Wei from Weixi Township hasn't sent me good tea for a long time! Look, now my Yuxuan Tower is run under the banner of Wei Yin's daughter from your hometown, but it's Chenjiazhuang's tea."

The art of binding is constantly changing the patterns of knotting, and its eternal theme is still the binding of people. When we bind others, we also bind ourselves. Too many people think that the characteristic of Su Tong's creation lies in his insistence on something consistent. This is only half right. Su Tong is extremely sensitive to the things that constrain him. Over the past few decades, his creations have undergone several variations and various explorations and attempts. He truly understands how a writer should deal with "after being tied up".

Lao Fei knew that he had become a martyr at noon many years later. Originally, Lao Fei went to the Martyrs Cemetery to look for Teacher Fan. When he arrived at the cemetery, dozens of tombstones formed an arc. Lao Fei didn't know where Teacher Fan's tombstone was, so he searched along the first row. After two rows, it was missing. Then he went around to the last row and found it backwards from there. Searching and searching, Lao Fei saw Teacher Fan's name in the second position of the third row. Almost at the same time as he saw Teacher Fan's tombstone, Lao Fei also saw another tombstone, which was right next to Teacher Fan. Suddenly, Lao Fei was frightened to death by the solemn and familiar name on the tombstone.

It should be said that Qin Shan's baby is the strongest student in our school. He has a strong back, well-developed hair and brute strength. Whenever the county or region holds sports games, he will be the champion in discus throwing and javelin throwing, far ahead of others. His hometown was originally in Shennongjia, Hubei Province. However, his family fortunes changed and his mother died. His father carried him to the Northeast in a basket on his back. He settled in a mountain village and was raised on a diet of batter and tofu dregs. There has long been another theory that the Qinshan baby was abducted by savages, and after four or five years, it came back with a pregnant belly, and the Qinshan baby was born. The locals in Shennongjia call the savage Lao Bazi, so we put it on his head. It is said that when a child is having trouble sleeping, he will first say "Wolf is coming", "Tiger is coming", and after being unable to scare him, he will finally say "Here comes the old man!" The child immediately stopped crying and huddled there obediently. It has been tried and tested every time, which shows how famous Lao Bazi is.

Lao Man encountered a "bump". According to his own description, he is in a situation where he is "trying to cross the Yellow River and is blocked by ice." It is hard to say whether there will be long winds and waves. As far as the current situation is concerned, just because the director yelled in the office whether you still want to think about it, the bright future that the old man expected has been set up with dangerous thorns on a straight and smooth road. This couldn't help but make Lao Man start to panic, shiver and sweat after hearing the director's words. To be honest, he doesn't have the guts or the courage not to want to do well. He wants to do well and dreams about doing well, so he can obey the director who can give him good things. Some people talked about him privately, belittled him, and damaged him.

The winter night came early, the wind entered the house through the cracks in the windows, and the darkened room suddenly became so large and deserted. Teacher Wu was nestled under the quilt, and the hand that was lighting the moxibustion shook involuntarily as he struck the match. The match stem is very long, the kind made in hotels. My son often travels on business and will bring back matches like this. Nowadays, everyone uses lighters. Matches are rare and cannot be bought in stores, but Teacher Wu is still used to using matches. The matchstick is almost burned to the end, and the moxa stick as thick as a thumb has not been lit yet. She is old, has bad legs and feet, and has bone spurs. In addition to often going to the traditional Chinese medicine clinic next to the Nangan Canal for physical therapy, she also smokes moxibustion at home to relieve discomfort and pain. The match was completely burned out, and the matchstick went out one by one, unable to hold up and fell down. Teacher Wu wanted to use the ashtray to catch it, but he was too slow and fell on the quilt.

The truth of life and the truth of art are two clear concepts. However, when it comes to specific definitions, it is often unclear. For novels that rely mainly on fiction, it is crucial to achieve artistic truth. Readers clearly know that the novel is made up by the writer, but the reading process requires synchronic reality at the aesthetic level. If readers find it false, the novelist will undoubtedly fail. In recent years, a new genre of "documentary novels" has appeared in the literary world. My book "Besieging the City" was written more than ten years ago. It has real character prototypes and uses the legendary experiences of the character prototypes as the backbone of the story, but I don't think it is a documentary novel. My creations have never been influenced by any theoretical trends. Is the specific writing process more fictional? Or should we rely more on reality? There is nothing preset.

WeChat kept buzzing, and even without looking at it, I knew it was the design drawing of a new house sent by Duanduan. With my head aching from insomnia, I stared straight at the Party committee work report I had written on the computer, thinking whether to delete the period or add an exclamation mark. Director Wang of the Political Department is my immediate boss and he likes to use exclamations in his speeches. Liu, political commissar of the Communist Youth League, gave three orders to use plain words when writing materials. Not long ago, they and I went to the army to conduct research. Director Wang said that a certain company selected pacesetters for shooting. He was very angry and said, disgusting, disgusting! How abominable! It is truly abominable to use such deceit to fool us! Lao Wang, can you remove that exclamation mark? The materials are exclamation marks, and the speeches are also made with exclamation marks. Some people have given me advice, saying that I should change your name to Director Exclamation Mark. Political commissar, you are used to it. Habits become natural and cannot be changed easily.

Even if a person cannot determine the length of his life, he can at least expand the width of his life. --Inscribed on the same day eight years ago. Zhou Ping left home with a disappointed heart. Today, she returned to the city that made her heartbroken with the same mood eight years ago. Back then, she left by train, and she left by train today. The difference is that she ran away with anger and hope at the beginning, but today she only feels despair! The train was bumping amidst the rumbling roar, but at this moment Zhou Ping's heart was as calm as water. Since I learned that I had terminal cervical cancer, after a week of shock, hesitation, and depression, I have gradually emerged from extreme despair.

The train section leader sent a special person to deliver the next woman to his wife. The woman's eyes were red, and it seemed that she had just made Duan Zhang tired of crying. The visitor said, "Honey, Sister Guo put it here for you." After that, he left. Seeing that her husband's dressing box was half open, the woman reached out and pulled out a piece of toilet paper to wipe her nose. She choked and said, "Brother, I..." My wife hurriedly waved her hand and said, "Sister, don't call me that. You are forty-nine this year, right? You are eleven years older than me." The woman was a little unhappy and said : "Be respectful to ladies and don't guess your age randomly." My wife said, "Oh, look at my quality." The woman said, "Then how did you guess my age? You guessed it so accurately. Do you know me?" My wife shook her head and said, "I don't know. I heard the person who sent you here just now said your surname is Guo.

Fine snow trembled from the distant and tilted bells in the circular square, and drifted between the dark red sky and the overlapping echoes of the turbid over-exposed film in the winter evening... Zhao Lin opened his eyes and looked up at the peeling wall on the ceiling. The irregular-shaped chalk layer exposed yellow-brown concrete, like an open-pit salt mine or a wound after a heavy trauma. After staring for a while, he began to feel dizzy and thirsty, and then drank the overnight cold water in the tea cup on the windowsill. Looking from the window on the top floor, we can see a network of snow in the darkness, densely flowing through the deserted streets and squares. The river beach in the distance was silent, as if the replaced scenery on the stage had been placed behind the curtain. Zhao Lin put the tea cup on the table and opened a letter that he had not had time to read. It was given to him by his mentor before he left a few days ago.

In the morning, Ai Fu suddenly fell ill at the construction site. His face was pale, he was vomiting blood, and he had another hole in his head. One morning, Ai Fu suddenly fell ill at the construction site. His face was pale, he was vomiting blood, and he had a hole in his head. This was expected by everyone. The environment on the mountain was too harsh and no one could survive for long. In addition to feeling cold and exhausted, Liu Desheng also blamed himself because he was the one who brought everyone here. At first, the boss only said that he was going up the mountain to mine infrastructure stones, but later he found out that he was quarrying stones openly and secretly looking for a hard colored crystalline carbon body, commonly known as gemstones, in order to cover up the public. If you're lucky, it's not uncommon to find colored diamonds. Everyone knows about Taylor Mountain's treasures. However, as rare minerals, gemstones are strictly forbidden to be mined privately. However, under the interests of the people, it is inevitable that there will be ambiguity between government and business. Everyone gets what they need. Just find a reason to do what you want.

When Cai Bo arrived at Yingbin Villa, he glanced at his watch: two and a half past midnight. There was no sound in Yingbin Villa. At this time, let alone people, all the ghosts went to sleep. But the two villas closest to the water still have lights, and the upstairs and downstairs are brightly lit. This villa area is located by the lake. The lake is crescent-shaped, so its name is "Moon Lake". Moon Lake is surrounded by green trees, and the spotlights beside the green trees are dazzling. The lights cast on the lake, the water swayed gently and shone with a cold light. Except for the two villas by the lake, the other small buildings were dark, with no light inside the windows. Only the corner wall lamps connected with the street lamps between the villas formed a line to illuminate the deserted forest avenue. Cai Bo ordered: "Speak softly." The car slid quietly towards the brightly lit villa. Lin Wenqi was waiting in the room.

Others graduated in the third year of high school, but I graduated in the fifth year of high school. I blame my dad for insisting on letting me repeat the course. Repeating the course was in vain, but he still didn't give up and kept saving up some money to let me read it again. I was afraid that my family's money would be wasted again, so I refused to study for the next year. That night he persuaded me until midnight. Seeing that I was determined, he blew out his nose and wiped it on the wall of the kang, saying, I'll ask you one last time, what will you do tomorrow? I replied, go to the grain depot to carry grain bags! My dad said, okay, I'll let you go, and you will carry it from tomorrow on! Let's see who gets pressured! After saying that, he blew out the lamp and stopped trying to persuade me. In the darkness, the whole family was snoring, and I could hear my dad sighing. The next day I went to the grain depot and saw my dad squatting there in the distance. He didn't say anything and didn't even bother to look at me. When he started to carry it, he opened his eyes and looked specifically at me. As a result, I only carried a dozen bags, and I felt so exhausted that I said I couldn't carry them any more. My dad took me home.

After driving less than fifty kilometers after coming out of the previous service area, Lei Rong turned the steering wheel again and drove the car into the next service area. Next to the service area sign is a mileage sign. At the bottom of the list of place names is their county seat, which is less than 200 kilometers away. In the previous service area, he had already done his homework, filled the thermos with hot water, lowered the backrest of the seat, and squinted for a while. Ordinarily there was nothing to do, he was just a little lazy - the kind of weakness that comes from facing something that has to be done. Just as the car drove onto the highway, Yanhui called and asked him when he would get home. According to the normal driving speed, we should arrive at four o'clock in the afternoon, but he hesitated and said five or six o'clock in the afternoon. Yanhui said, that's just right, you can go directly to school to pick up Xiaoying.

Sun Qingliang, the former director of Baishigou Detention Center in Qianshou City, was forcibly arrested at the train station. According to Sun Qingliang's later confession, he was very hesitant about whether to run or not. Mentally, I always feel that this run is over, so I have determined myself. But as he continued to feel clues of abnormal situations, all kinds of ominous omens kept drilling into his mind, torturing him so much that he could not relax for a minute, and he finally couldn't stay still. According to comrades in the Procuratorate, Sun Qingliang still has some awareness of anti-investigation after being in the public security force for so many years. As soon as their people appeared at the train station, he noticed them. Fortunately, careful arrangements were made in advance, and several passages were blocked, forcing Sun Qingliang to have no choice but to get into a passage on the west side of the waiting hall on the first floor. But the end of this passage is blocked, and inside is the toilet.

The weather in early April is still slightly cool. Early in the morning, seal engraver Chen Wenjian and his wife Wang Xueyan were preparing to go out for an outing. Before leaving, they first went to the room of Chen You, the son of Chen Wenjian and his ex-wife. Chen You is sitting quietly at the table doing seals. Chen Wenjian patted Chen You on the head lovingly: "Goodbye, Dad and Aunt Wang." "Goodbye!" Chen You concentrated on playing the sword without raising his head. He is still angry. He also wanted to go out to play, but his father asked him to play the knife and carve seals at home. His father pinned his hopes on inheriting and promoting Chen's seal cutting art. Chen Wenjian got angry: "Chen You, why don't you look back? You're so rude!" After hearing the reprimand, Chen You accidentally stabbed his hand with the carving knife. He pressed the wound, stood up and said, "Goodbye, Dad, Aunt Wang."

"The Sky Is Above" is a novel about anti-corruption and upholding integrity written by Lu Tianming. The female mayor and the police chief of Zhangtai City died unexpectedly due to suspicion of corruption cases, and the scene of the murder was faked by others. Who is behind the scenes? Senior engineer Huang Jiangbei was appointed as the acting mayor of Zhangtai City in the face of danger. He faced a complicated and difficult situation where it was difficult to distinguish the true from the false. Under this critical situation, the newly appointed acting mayor Huang Jiangbei worked hard and the municipal party committee secretary calmly responded. As a result, a major misappropriation of public funds worth tens of millions of yuan in Zhangtai City was finally solved, and the problem of the deputy governor was revealed. The novel has a positive theme, promotes the righteousness of the world, and expresses a positive and optimistic spirit.

Fifty-four-year-old Chen Mo is a declining rock singer. He has a glorious past and a decadent present. The ups and downs on the rock and roll road caused him to suffer from depression that was difficult to shake off. After singing in a bar, he met Wang Ye, a celebrity manager who had just resigned. Later, he found the three brothers who used to play music together and restarted their rock and roll dream journey...

The eldest son was first given a suspended death sentence, but the sentence was commuted to life in the fall of the following year. In fact, he only spent twenty years in prison in Xinjiang. Since you asked about his current situation, let me tell you. After he was released from prison, he became a taxi driver in our hometown. He was driving a white "Jetta" sedan. A large piece of paint fell off the rear door on the left side of the car, which looked like a sore from a distance. The spring on the passenger seat was broken, and the bent wire pierced the wrapping cloth like nails. Anyone who takes a taxi will be startled when they open the door. The boss thinks this is just right. He didn't like people sitting next to him because they were always asking questions. In your memory, the boss must still be a fashionable young man with long hair, wearing bell-bottom pants, surrounded by several brothers, and wandering around the streets all day long.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Feijidao gently opened the ajar door of the woman's house on the sixth floor, wrapped in the lingering sound of the pager. This means that Feijidao should have gotten the news that his daughter Feli had an accident in the provincial capital before pushing the door open. But he ignored the familiar yet unfamiliar number from the Beipo area. Today, when pagers have almost been replaced by mobile phones, Lao Lu, a drinking buddy who once hung up the pager and was very proud of it, dismissed Fejidao for still using the pager, "Noisy, throw it away quickly, it's a dog-wearing thing." Fejidao chuckled, "You have been a dog, and you only gave birth to a child for a few days?" Fejidao can't say that he doesn't care about mobile phones. A man in his early fifties, a low-class man who cleans garbage, how can he have the spare money to keep such a thing! The woman on the sixth floor once said: "Let me buy you a mobile phone."

Chang Fang, female, was born in the 1970s. A native of Linyi, Shandong. He started writing novels in 2005 and has published more than 500,000 words of novels in Beijing Literature, Chinese Writers, October, Shanghai Literature, Harvest and other publications. His works have been reprinted many times by newspapers such as "Selected Novels", "Selected Novellas", "Works and Controversy" and other newspapers. The novella "Tell Me Where North" is getting a film adaptation. He is the author of novels "History of Love" and "Peach Blossom Flowing Water". Now lives in Jinan. At the north gate of Hero Mountain stands a statue of a cavalryman, made of brass. Tang Guangrong occasionally enters and exits Heroes Mountain from the north gate, and every time he stops in front of the statue to take a look.

The novel describes the decline of a feudal bureaucratic landlord family, represented by several young people such as Juexin, Juemin, and Juehui. It shows their different ideological personalities and life paths, and criticizes feudal ethics and arranged marriages through their living conditions. It has a strong anti-feudal flavor.

This book is a novel by Tibetan writer Alai and the winner of the 5th Mao Dun Literary Award. The novel describes a prominent Kham Tibetan chieftain who gave birth to a foolish son to his Han wife after drinking. This fool, whom everyone considers to be incompatible with real life, has a premonition and behavior that transcends the times, and becomes a witness to the rise and fall of the chieftain system. The novel shows the unique Tibetan customs and the romance and mystery of the chieftain system.

"You are on the Plateau (10 volumes in total)" is one of the series of "Complete Collection of Mao Dun Literature Award-winning Works". "You Are on the Plateau (10 volumes in total)" is a story about a group of people born in the 1950s. This generation experienced a very special life course. Whether before or after this, these people will be pivotal figures of extraordinary significance for a long historical period. The political, economic and cultural scenery of the entire Bianliang can be seen at a panoramic view, and the charm is grand; as for the local details, even the facial expressions of a character are all revealed. This feature is also clearly reflected in this novel. The intricate history, grand story background and numerous characters show the appearance of a certain region of China in the past hundred years, especially since the reform and opening up. The specific details and character descriptions are also meticulous, vivid and touching.

"You are on the Plateau (10 volumes in total)" is one of the series of "Complete Collection of Mao Dun Literature Award-winning Works". "You Are on the Plateau (10 volumes in total)" is a story about a group of people born in the 1950s. This generation experienced a very special life course. Whether before or after this, these people will be pivotal figures of extraordinary significance for a long historical period. The political, economic and cultural scenery of the entire Bianliang can be seen at a panoramic view, and the charm is grand; as for the local details, even the facial expressions of a character are all revealed. This feature is also clearly reflected in this novel. The intricate history, grand story background and numerous characters show the appearance of a certain region of China in the past hundred years, especially since the reform and opening up. The specific details and character descriptions are also meticulous, vivid and touching.

"You are on the Plateau (10 volumes in total)" is one of the series of "Complete Collection of Mao Dun Literature Award-winning Works". "You Are on the Plateau (10 volumes in total)" is a story about a group of people born in the 1950s. This generation experienced a very special life course. Whether before or after this, these people will be pivotal figures of extraordinary significance for a long historical period. The political, economic and cultural scenery of the entire Bianliang can be seen at a panoramic view, and the charm is grand; as for the local details, even the facial expressions of a character are all revealed. This feature is also clearly reflected in this novel. The intricate history, grand story background and numerous characters show the appearance of a certain region of China in the past hundred years, especially since the reform and opening up. The specific details and character descriptions are also meticulous, vivid and touching.

"You are on the Plateau (10 volumes in total)" is one of the series of "Complete Collection of Mao Dun Literature Award-winning Works". "You Are on the Plateau (10 volumes in total)" is a story about a group of people born in the 1950s. This generation experienced a very special life course. Whether before or after this, these people will be pivotal figures of extraordinary significance for a long historical period. The political, economic and cultural scenery of the entire Bianliang can be seen at a panoramic view, and the charm is grand; as for the local details, even the facial expressions of a character are all revealed. This feature is also clearly reflected in this novel. The intricate history, grand story background and numerous characters show the appearance of a certain region of China in the past hundred years, especially since the reform and opening up. The specific details and character descriptions are also meticulous, vivid and touching.

"You are on the Plateau (10 volumes in total)" is one of the series of "Complete Collection of Mao Dun Literature Award-winning Works". "You Are on the Plateau (10 volumes in total)" is a story about a group of people born in the 1950s. This generation experienced a very special life course. Whether before or after this, these people will be pivotal figures of extraordinary significance for a long historical period. The political, economic and cultural scenery of the entire Bianliang can be seen at a panoramic view, and the charm is grand; as for the local details, even the facial expressions of a character are all revealed. This feature is also clearly reflected in this novel. The intricate history, grand story background and numerous characters show the appearance of a certain region of China in the past hundred years, especially since the reform and opening up. The specific details and character descriptions are also meticulous, vivid and touching.

"You are on the Plateau (10 volumes in total)" is one of the series of "Complete Collection of Mao Dun Literature Award-winning Works". "You Are on the Plateau (10 volumes in total)" is a story about a group of people born in the 1950s. This generation experienced a very special life course. Whether before or after this, these people will be pivotal figures of extraordinary significance for a long historical period. The political, economic and cultural scenery of the entire Bianliang can be seen at a panoramic view, and the charm is grand; as for the local details, even the facial expressions of a character are all revealed. This feature is also clearly reflected in this novel. The intricate history, grand story background and numerous characters show the appearance of a certain region of China in the past hundred years, especially since the reform and opening up. The specific details and character descriptions are also meticulous, vivid and touching.

"You are on the Plateau (10 volumes in total)" is one of the series of "Complete Collection of Mao Dun Literature Award-winning Works". "You Are on the Plateau (10 volumes in total)" is a story about a group of people born in the 1950s. This generation experienced a very special life course. Whether before or after this, these people will be pivotal figures of extraordinary significance for a long historical period. The political, economic and cultural scenery of the entire Bianliang can be seen at a panoramic view, and the charm is grand; as for the local details, even the facial expressions of a character are all revealed. This feature is also clearly reflected in this novel. The intricate history, grand story background and numerous characters show the appearance of a certain region of China in the past hundred years, especially since the reform and opening up. The specific details and character descriptions are also meticulous, vivid and touching.

"You are on the Plateau (10 volumes in total)" is one of the series of "Complete Collection of Mao Dun Literature Award-winning Works". "You Are on the Plateau (10 volumes in total)" is a story about a group of people born in the 1950s. This generation experienced a very special life course. Whether before or after this, these people will be pivotal figures of extraordinary significance for a long historical period. The political, economic and cultural scenery of the entire Bianliang can be seen at a panoramic view, and the charm is grand; as for the local details, even the facial expressions of a character are all revealed. This feature is also clearly reflected in this novel. The intricate history, grand story background and numerous characters show the appearance of a certain region of China in the past hundred years, especially since the reform and opening up. The specific details and character descriptions are also meticulous, vivid and touching.

"Skywalker" is a tragic song dedicated to these "folk heroes who practiced silent asceticism on the land of China in the second half of the twentieth century." Zhang Yingcai, a young man who failed the college entrance examination, came to the remote Jieling Mountain area to be a substitute teacher. He was shocked by the difficult teaching conditions in the mountainous area. In the embarrassment of life, Zhang Yingcai felt the strength, persistence, seriousness, and responsibility of rural teachers, and also experienced the loss, pain, sacrifice, and sadness that fate gave them. What they had to fight against was not only the pressure from life, but also the dignity trampled by power and money. Despite this, every morning, the national flag over Jieling Primary School still rises slowly accompanied by the sound of the national anthem played on the flute... The story revolves around the main line of the "conversion" of the ADPL teachers, vividly showing the life and destiny of private teachers in Jieling Primary School represented by Principal Yu, Sun Sihai, and Deng Youmi, and very realistically reproduces the difficult situation of private teachers in mountainous areas.

"You are on the Plateau" tells the experiences of a group of people born in the 1950s. Focusing on the protagonist Ninga, the story continues to explore the rise and fall, joys and sorrows, gains and losses, and honor and disgrace of his father and family, and displays the living conditions and psychological characteristics of contemporary people on a broad background. The book is divided into thirty-nine volumes and divided into ten units. It is all-encompassing and splendid. It is a book that sets foot on the earth, a book that walks, and a "great record of the times." Various characters and legends, various hidden arts and codes of life are all included.

The novel describes the different emotional experiences of the two brothers and the treacherous events in the business war. It touches on the current metropolis and touches on many aspects of life such as economy. It can be called Liu Jianwei's literary masterpiece. Shi Tianxiong was single-handedly raised by Lu Chengwei's father, Lu Zhentian, and became the son-in-law of the Lu family. He was a "saint" who was most loyal to the party and the country, while Lu Chengwei was a financier who always used the mature market economy value system to guide his actions. Their different beliefs and values, as well as their unusual brotherly relationship and origins, triggered a thrilling life drama of "two feet fighting".

"Dongzang Ji" is one of the "Yunnan Literature Series" and is selected from Zong Pu's series of novels "Ye Gourd Yin". The novel is set in Yunnan during the Anti-Japanese War. It vividly describes the real situation of Chinese society and the living conditions of all classes during this difficult period. It depicts the noble character of a group of intellectuals represented by Meng Yue of Minglun University who adhere to their beliefs, care about national affairs, pay attention to people's livelihood, and dare to take risks and make sacrifices for their ideals and pursuits. The novel is relaxed, dense and orderly. The author's extensive and profound knowledge is reflected in the creation of characters from many different professions. The proficient use of local dialects and slang and the description of all kinds of traffickers and pawns demonstrate the author's intelligence and talent. The novel won the 6th "Mao Dun Literature Award" for its profound connotation, precise characterization and prose-like language.

This book is the second collection of short stories by Chen Chen, author of the best-selling book "All Fairy Tales in the World Are Written for Adults" and popular author of the "ONE·One" app. It is a collection of adult bedtime stories that are diverse, funny, relaxing and restless. The book is composed of 10 stories with different styles, and each story has a customized exquisite illustration. The author is good at using humorous language and absurd and strange imagination to depict bizarre and fantastic stories. The brushwork is gentle and the look is relaxed, yet thought-provoking. This also reflects today's young people's analysis and thinking about society, life, emotions, interpersonal interactions and even themselves. Although it has been four years, it is still a familiar recipe and a familiar taste. I hope "you" who meet me for the first time or meet again will like it. Main article: "Master of Public Opinion". It tells the story of a young man who had nothing to do after graduation and stayed at home all day long, enjoying online comments and "quarrels" with others. He received a job invitation from the boss of an online public relations company, Da Liu. From then on, he began to follow Da Liu, during which he witnessed Da Liu arbitrarily manipulating public opinion time and time again, causing huge changes in the life trajectories of others. Unexpectedly, an irreversible accident began to cause Da Liu inner suffering. Not long after, Da Liu disappeared... The author used the story to throw out an extremely common phenomenon today. As long as one knows how to grasp the psychology of the masses, anyone can blind the eyes of the masses, take advantage of the excited and irrational masses, throw out sharp knives, and become a master of public opinion. Every line in the text highlights the huge harm caused by mass public opinion and online violence to individuals.

Tang Shuiyu had just opened the car door, and Siyu, who had been clinging to her trouser legs, bounced like a ball of snow-white velvet, and entered the car very accurately, and quickly climbed onto the passenger seat. With her surprisingly big eyes, she turned two or three times, showing a unique style. Get on the bus, find a seat, and then look at Shenghui. This series of movements is coherent, natural, elegant and noble. When Tang Shuiyu saw it, his face suddenly turned into a smile, and he immediately let out an exaggerated "wow", then quickly opened his soft and soft chest, hugged him in, and uttered a series of "good boy" like spitting bubbles from his mouth: "Good boy!" Be good! My dear! At this time, she glanced at Sishan who was following behind her. Sishan, you drive today. Sishan was flattered.

"On the Road to St. Peter" consists of nine short stories, all set in Shanghai, Suzhou and Hangzhou, telling the emotional lives of women living there from the 1980s to the present. "On the Road to St. Peter" is about a girl who is entangled in the shadow of her childhood and emotional shadows and tries to break through the obstacles of the shadow by looking back on the past; "Like a Passing Cloud" is about a middle-aged intellectual woman who is trapped in an abnormal emotional relationship and struggles between ethics and emotion; "White Peach" is about a woman who broke up with her fiancé due to a car accident and suffered the pain of loss, but still maintains her self-esteem and kindness... The whole book is soft and tough, as if it carries the light of the world.

This book is a novel by Wang Mozhi. The story revolves around columnist and newspaper editor Chen Ling and her boyfriend, jazz lover Yang Zhihui, interspersed with the past and emotional experiences of the two. They searched for CDs and vinyl records, and formed an underground band for road performances... When the prosperous years were over and the record industry gradually declined, they tried to shoot a documentary about the spread of rock music in Shanghai to preserve evidence of its past glory. The novel uses full details to present a vivid panorama of contemporary Shanghai's literary and artistic circles. It is a spiritual biography of a generation of literary youth. It is also a witness to Shanghai's literary and artistic life, especially the development of rock and jazz, and records many orchestras and musicians who are not familiar to the public.

Guan Yu squatted on the ground, his eyes combing through the grass. A wisp of milky white fluff came into his sight. It sticks to the tip of a grass blade and trembles in the wind. Guan Yu carefully took it off with tweezers and looked at it for a moment under the clear skylight. It looked like a synthetic fiber. The end of it sticking to the blade of grass was dark red. He didn't know if it was blood stains. He carefully put it into a clear plastic bag. "Ha, I knew it was you just by looking at the 'Orchid Finger'." A loud voice came from behind. Guan Yu didn't look back and knew it was Fu, the elder of Songgang Village Police Station. The old man squatted down next to him, and a strong smell of alcohol came over him. Guan Yu turned his head and saw Lao Fu's thin face stained red by alcohol.