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Li Yuejin tiptoed to the window, gently opened a gap as wide as a zipper, and squinted to peek out. Migrant workers are everywhere in the muddy fields. Some were sitting, lying down, and leaning on each other. They were cursing and shaking their heads. They were tearing away at Li Yuejin's house with their eyes like mental patients. Some were tired of cursing and took a nap with their heads hanging down, like a plagued chicken. Li Yuejin gently lowered the curtains and leaned against the bed. Li Yuejin squeezed the hand of his wife Huang Suhua on the bed and said into her ear, "Don't worry, it will be fine for now." About a week after the demolition notice was issued, the staff of the special school and Li Yuejin's neighbors voluntarily vacated their homes.

Father: Do you know? You have to live well. Xiao Sun: How can we live a good life? Father: Just a decent life. Xiao Sun: What does it look like? Father: Of course he looks like a human being! Xiao Sun: What does that person look like? Father: You just want to argue with me, right? Xiao Sun: No, I am already a human being. How can I become inhuman? Father: A bear like you now can't live like a human being! Xiao Sun: Then tell me how you behave, so that I can live like that. Father: Have you read so many celebrity biographies in vain?

Xia Min is from Zhaotong, Yunnan. He started writing in the mid-1980s. He has published more than 2 million words of short and medium-length stories in "Contemporary", "October", "People's Literature", "Chinese Writers", "Youth Literature", "Beijing Literature", "Zhongshan" and other magazines. His works have been published in "Selected Novels", "Novel Monthly", "Novelette" "Selected Novels", "Works and Controversies", "Appreciation of Masterpieces", "Selected Chinese Novellas", "2001 Excellent Novella Collection", "Excellent Collection of China's 30 Years of Reform", "Collection of Lu Xun Literature Prize Works", "Excellent Series of Award-winning Novels in the New Century" and other books and periodicals. He won the first prize of the 4th Yunnan Provincial Government Literature Award, the overall champion of the 2001 "Contemporary" Literature Rally, the first prize of the first Liang Bin Literature Award, the first prize of the "Love and Peace" novella of "People's Literature", the third Lu Xun Literature Award, and the first Blooming Literary and Art Achievement Award. The movie "A Pair of Sheep" adapted from the novel of the same name won awards in France, the United States, and Canada.

Winning the Gemstrega Literary Prize in Italy is an outstanding display of the literary achievements of Primo Levi, a witness and recorder of Auschwitz. In this book, he returns to the theme of daily life and interprets another ideal life. In this witty novel, Levy focuses on the life experiences of ordinary people. The introverted narrator, Libertino Fosso, a muscular and experienced assembler - a writer and chemist - shares a fascinating series of life stories about a man who loves his job, enjoys his labor, uses his profession as an adventure, and gains freedom from the ordinary. These stories connect one moment after another that is usually ignored, making people sometimes smile and sometimes feel sad, reflecting on the wisdom and limitations of human beings, as well as the greatness and insignificance of life. The "Levi Works" series also includes "The Drowned and the Saved", "The Trades of Others", "This Is Auschwitz: Evidence 1945-1986", "The Uncertain Moment: Selected Poems of Levi", "The Truce" and "If Not Now, When?" "Moments of Reprieve", "Voices of Memory: Interviews with Levi 1961-1987", "I Talking to You: Conversations between Levi and Tessio", etc.

My father came out of his hometown of Xiamayu Village in Yingxian County in 1944 and participated in revolutionary work, fighting guerrillas against Little Japan in the Beisan District of Datong. The North Third District at that time is now Xinrong District, Datong City. As soon as the counter-revolutionary movement after liberation ended, my father was selected to be sent to the Provincial Party School in Taiyuan to study in residence. After graduating from school for three years, the leadership did not let my father return to Xinrong District, but arranged for him to work in the Datong County Civil Affairs Bureau. Later, Datong County and Huairen County were merged together and were called Daren County. But not long after the merger, they separated and were divided into Datong County and Huairen County. Normally, my father should have returned to work in Datong County, but that was not the case. It turned out that those people from the small county town of Huairen, as long as they knew how to do activities and work in camps, took the opportunity to work in Datong. My father was inactive, waiting to follow the organization's orders.

That morning, someone from the Linjiang City Education Committee found a marriage notice signed by Gu Yue in a well-known literary magazine in the country. The content read: Gu Yue, male, 40 years old, 1.75 Meters tall, with a bachelor's degree and a senior professional title. He currently works for the Linjiang City Education Committee. Strong professionalism and single-minded feelings. He has loved literature and art throughout his life, persisted in amateur creation, and has published three monographs. Unfortunately, he was widowed, grieved deeply, and lived alone for many years. I would like to find a sincere, dignified and virtuous woman over 35 but under 40 years old to spend the rest of my life with. If you can marry Luanfeng, you will definitely be able to hold your son's hand and grow old together with him. Everyone was surprised that there was no one named Gu Yue in the Education Committee. Word spread quickly. It didn't take long for someone to say that it was there, and the name for "Guyue" was "Hu"! Isn't there Hu Tiancheng in the teaching and research section?

First of all, let me tell you that I am a trumpeter. To be more specific, I am a person who makes a living by playing the suona. On our bank of the Yellow River, anyone who makes a living from this is called a miner. The team of sound workers is composed of various musicians such as drums, shovels, gongs, cymbals, and suonas. It does not have a fixed size and exact number of people. It is generally composed temporarily according to the requirements of the owner, and can be increased or decreased at will. "Bastards, opera singers, and drummers are all third-rate people." I have lived most of my life, so worldly evaluations don't mean much to me. In people's eyes, I'm not stupid, and I'm even a little bit smart, but they never understand why I, who is smarter, did not do well and ended up in this profession. Everyone in the world thinks they are smart, but in fact, their smartness may not necessarily be smart. That is their wishful thinking. It is said in "Dream of Red Mansions" that "cleverness leads to cleverness."

The grievances and grievances between magpies, eagles, and lynxes In the vast world, wild animals are a kingdom of their own. In their kingdom, the kings are high above the world, dominate the world, and are majestic and majestic, it goes without saying. But the common people in this kingdom also have their own joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows. Every life is colorful, full of wisdom and courage, mysterious and mysterious, endless and so for thousands of years. The magpie is an auspicious bird for the Chinese people. "When the magpie cries, a happy event is coming." This saying has thousands of years of origin. A clay pot with a magpie pattern was unearthed from Liuwan, Qinghai Province. It was a ritual vessel used for sacrificial rituals. It shows that four thousand years ago, our ancestors had regarded magpies as sacred objects or totems; in the "Meeting on a Magpie Bridge", in this extremely magnificent love myth, the magpie's sublime image is admirable.

Wujiaochang is actually a pentagonal carousel street. It used to be a very busy place in this lower corner of the city. Along the street is a circle of shops, cloth stores, clothing stores, bathrooms, photo studios, dry cleaners, restaurants, pharmacies, post offices... There are unfamiliar outsiders who often get lost in this area. It's hard to come to Shanghai, let's take some photos. Shanghai Photo Studio is famous throughout the country for its excellent service attitude. The master speaks nice southern Mandarin and treats you kindly. The scenery used for photography is also Western-style and beautiful. "Sit tight, sit tight, yes, that person tilts his head inward again, yes, smiles..."Click", the flash light comes on, it's done. And the master from Shanghai is trustworthy, you have spread your legs and wandered all over the world. When you get home, the photos from Shanghai have arrived by mail early, and they are waiting for you on the table.

The grievances and grievances between magpies, eagles, and lynxes In the vast world, wild animals are a kingdom of their own. In their kingdom, the kings are high above the world, dominate the world, and are majestic and majestic, it goes without saying. But the common people in this kingdom also have their own joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows. Every life is colorful, full of wisdom and courage, mysterious and mysterious, endless and so for thousands of years. The magpie is an auspicious bird for the Chinese people. "When the magpie cries, a happy event is coming." This saying has thousands of years of origin. A clay pot with a magpie pattern was unearthed from Liuwan, Qinghai Province. It was a ritual vessel used for sacrificial rituals. It shows that four thousand years ago, our ancestors had regarded magpies as sacred objects or totems; in the "Meeting on a Magpie Bridge", in this extremely magnificent love myth, the magpie's sublime image is admirable.

The grievances and grievances between magpies, eagles, and lynxes In the vast world, wild animals are a kingdom of their own. In their kingdom, the kings are high above the world, dominate the world, and are majestic and majestic, it goes without saying. But the common people in this kingdom also have their own joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows. Every life is colorful, full of wisdom and courage, mysterious and mysterious, endless and so for thousands of years. The magpie is an auspicious bird for the Chinese people. "When the magpie cries, a happy event is coming." This saying has thousands of years of origin. A clay pot with a magpie pattern was unearthed from Liuwan, Qinghai Province. It was a ritual vessel used for sacrificial rituals. It shows that four thousand years ago, our ancestors had regarded magpies as sacred objects or totems; in the "Meeting on a Magpie Bridge", in this extremely magnificent love myth, the magpie's sublime image is admirable.

On Thursday, June 21, 2007, the Japanese poet left, the Portuguese poet left, and I heard that the old Swedish poet Mr. Jurgen was also leaving early. I met him and his family again at breakfast, sat down to say goodbye to them, and ended up chatting lively for a while. Taking the elevator downstairs, I was in the elevator room with the Armenian poet Uchanik Tamrezian, whom I met at breakfast. This poetess born in 1978 is not ugly at all, beautiful and mysterious. She does not often appear in public. She always comes in and out alone. Her poems are not separated into lines (prose poems?) And are of the type with many words that I cannot understand. Her English resume hides how she came to Rotterdam: she studied French at university and was the Armenian translator of the French master Bonnefoy who was also at the conference.

The grievances and grievances between magpies, eagles, and lynxes In the vast world, wild animals are a kingdom of their own. In their kingdom, the kings are high above the world, dominate the world, and are majestic and majestic, it goes without saying. But the common people in this kingdom also have their own joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows. Every life is colorful, full of wisdom and courage, mysterious and mysterious, endless and so for thousands of years. The magpie is an auspicious bird for the Chinese people. "When the magpie cries, a happy event is coming." This saying has thousands of years of origin. A clay pot with a magpie pattern was unearthed from Liuwan, Qinghai Province. It was a ritual vessel used for sacrificial rituals. It shows that four thousand years ago, our ancestors had regarded magpies as sacred objects or totems; in the "Meeting on a Magpie Bridge", in this extremely magnificent love myth, the magpie's sublime image is admirable.

The news of the arrival of the magic shop spread throughout the town. Everyone was talking about the legend that a small shop magically appeared next to the bustling Amber Street, and the name of this small shop was also unusual - "Magic Shop". With a "squeak" sound, the heavy wooden door was pushed open a crack. A quirky little boy's head popped out. "We have a customer, hurry up and get the tea, man." An old man with a hooked nose appeared behind the counter, standing on tiptoes. He huddled up, his long hooked nose piercing out from under his eyes, and his calloused feet stepped out of the counter, probably stepping on his long silver-white beard. The boy was startled and looked at the magic shop owner tremblingly. The hook-nosed boss leisurely mixed a glass of wine and drank it, with a few drops of blue juice rolling down his beard. "Who are you?" The boy asked.

The grievances and grievances between magpies, eagles, and lynxes In the vast world, wild animals are a kingdom of their own. In their kingdom, the kings are high above the world, dominate the world, and are majestic and majestic, it goes without saying. But the common people in this kingdom also have their own joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows. Every life is colorful, full of wisdom and courage, mysterious and mysterious, endless and so for thousands of years. The magpie is an auspicious bird for the Chinese people. "When the magpie cries, a happy event is coming." This saying has thousands of years of origin. A clay pot with a magpie pattern was unearthed from Liuwan, Qinghai Province. It was a ritual vessel used for sacrificial rituals. It shows that four thousand years ago, our ancestors had regarded magpies as sacred objects or totems; in the "Meeting on a Magpie Bridge", in this extremely magnificent love myth, the magpie's sublime image is admirable.

This book is a collection of novels by the writer Emma, ​​including eight short stories such as "White-eared Night Heron", "White Duck", "First Snow", "Wrong Path", "Say Goodbye to Mader", "Who Was Passing by" and "The Sharpshooter". People in the story are all burdened with a secret. As the story unfolds, crimes from the past surface, and behind the crimes there are unknown secrets... Emma uses diverse structures, changing narrative perspectives, and delicate details to show the fate of the characters, with strong realistic concerns and profound thinking.

More than ten years ago, people all over the world were debating with great interest whether the new century should be counted from 2000 or 2001. One morning, Luo Yulin was riding a sacred cow to send his son to school. On the way, he met his wife Meng Furong, who was driving a taxi. Meng Furong asked you to go home after sending the child off. Luo Yulin naturally agreed happily. According to his thoughts, his wife must have wanted to have sex at work. When was the last time? I can't remember clearly, it must have been two or three months ago. It's normal to want to move my body and bones. I'm only in my thirties, so I haven't reached the age when my six roots are quiet.

When an oil worker roars, the earth will tremble three times. Chinese teacher Zhang Daya read. With four beats in one sentence, she knocked on the podium eight times in total. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically eight times. When an oil worker roars, the earth will tremble three times. Leopard reads along with everyone. Oil workers are very motivated and are not afraid of great difficulties. Zhang Daya's voice became louder and louder. Oil workers are very motivated and are not afraid of great difficulties. The voices of the leopard and everyone resounded throughout the elementary school campus. Leopard's primary school is in an old ancestral hall. After reading with Zhang Daya for half an hour, Leopard rested his chin on the desk. The leopard's butt only sat on a small corner of the small square stool, because A Pin and A Ding's butts took up almost the entire small square stool. Before class, Zhang Daya said, there are many people but few chairs, so the three of you should sit together. The leopard couldn't sit still, so he stood up. The class suddenly fell silent.

Li Laibing: Born in Huairen County, Shanxi Province in 1972. Member of Shanxi Writers Association. He began literary creation in the late 1990s, and his works are mainly novels. Last year, this magazine published his novels "Zhao Bingge", "Happiness Causes Trouble", "Other People's Villages", "The Guest", "One Day" and "Trance". I'm Sui Fucking. Of course they are Han Chinese. I'm Sui Fucking. If you hear the person opposite you introduce yourself like this, then you should be lucky, because in this small town, meeting Sui Fucking means you have met the best putty maker. Unless, of course, you're not the type who's in a rush to decorate your house. Actually, my name is not Sui Fufu, my name is Sui Er. I am the second eldest child in my family, and they called me Sui Er. My real name is Sui Yongquan.

Lao Wan has always wanted to get another dog and eat it well. Lao Wan has always felt that eating dog is a very easy thing to do to improve his quality. "Dog meat tastes very good and full of flavor. It is mainly tonic. Eating dog meat is more effective than taking anything else. And it has no hormones and does not harm the body at all." Lao Wan Said, "As for taking medicine, even if it is produced by the United States, it is hard to say. If it fails, the thing will not be done, and the person will die as soon as the hormone is stimulated. The gain is not worth the loss, the gain is not worth the loss." Lao Wan shook his head, but his eyes were full of fascination. Lao Wan is a friend of ours. His name is Wan Jihua, but we have always called him Brother Wanji. Sometimes we just call him Jiba. In folk language, it has always been a vulgar word. We are not allowed to call him that in public.

What happened that day was so sudden and serious that many years later, whenever He Guoer recalled that scene, goosebumps would immediately appear on her back and her scalp would feel numb. She seemed to see herself again in the summer of 1983, standing there stupidly, her head covered by the hurricane rising from the ground. Li Feifei, who was beside her, broke away from her hand so unexpectedly, like a white light, rushing out of the crowd, rushing towards the youth with endless troubles at a dizzying speed and power. Originally, it was an extremely ordinary day. The bell rang for the second period in the morning. The weather was very good, and the bright sunshine densely penetrated the turbulent recess exercise team. The teacher on duty stood on the high platform and yelled at the classes who were not standing in order. The head teachers followed the team and began to stretch their legs lazily and bend down.

Zhang Qian opened the door, and in came the seventh child, Zhang Kun, and his future siblings. Big and small bags, Zhang Qian knew, they were all bought for the wedding. His wife, Xiu Ming, was already cooking, so he asked the young couple to wash their hands immediately and eat together. "With my mother's temper," Zhang Kun made sure to talk about it first, "Nothing can be said. There is no hope of getting married at home." "It's impossible to get married without being allowed to get married? This is impossible." Zhang Gan said. "The wedding date has been set and it's time to get married. If you object for one day or two days, just delay it. If it takes one year, two years, ten years or eight years, why do we still have to wait for one, two, ten years or eight years?" "There is really no way." Zhang Kun said, "Originally, I said I would not get married. It's not that I don't want to get married, but my mother doesn't agree, so we can't get married."

One rainy evening, I knocked on the door of the house with a duffel bag as small as a cat. The house was a bit bleak, and the damp smell of potion filled the whole room. The faint light from the narrow dark white horizontal wooden window reflected half of her face. She called me in a hoarse voice: "Come in." She spoke in Chinese. Putting down the duffel bag, she followed her through the corridor to the bathroom to wash her feet and face. For such a small house, the corridors are surprisingly long. When she took off her shoes and walked with her white Ao dai skirt with her bare feet, it felt like she was walking through the cool giraffe's neck. My room was on the other side of the giraffe's neck. "Can you take a bath?" "Yes." I said.

Sha Yurong, female, born in Suzhou, Anhui Province in 1963, is a civil servant of the Agricultural Committee of Huaibei City, Anhui Province. In 2006, he began to publish many short stories and novels in provincial literary journals such as "Contemporary Novels", "Anhui Literature", "Southwestern Military Literature", "Guangzhou Literature", "Border Literature", and "West Lake". Among them, the novella "The Sky at the Mouth of the Well" was selected by the "Selected Novels" sponsored by the Chinese Writers Association, and won the 2007-2008 Anhui Literature Award (second prize). He has published novel collections "Hedong and Hexi" and "Red Taro Ballad". The third contracted writer of Anhui Academy of Literature. My sister-in-law Zhang Ju is here. Ning Yu's face tightened unconsciously as he let her into the room.

Why aren't you dead yet? This is a catchphrase my grandma always used when facing grandpa. When he said this, grandpa was like an idle second-rate man. He smiled sideways at grandma, wiped his nose with his sleeve, turned around and said, just die, just die. Then regardless of whether he reached out to grandma to ask for steamed buns, his silly expression was even more honest than when I was four years old. Grandma would definitely not give him steamed buns easily. She sat on the futon on the eaves of the upper room and hit her grandfather on the wrist with her walking stick. When the first blow was struck, grandpa didn't know how to dodge, and grandma also knew that grandpa couldn't dodge, so her force was neither light nor heavy. Grandpa's wrist only shrank slightly when it touched the crutch, then he smiled, and then stretched out his hand again. When grandma hit her again, he knew how to dodge, but it was only fleeting, and he stretched out again in an instant.

Just like the migratory birds that fly to the Bird Island at the right time, like the water of Qinghai Lake that inevitably changes between tranquility and mania, an ethereal charm is condensed and sublimated in people's understanding and expectations, and becomes a concrete crystallization. It is an image monument, a magnificent sculpture located in the courtyard of Qinghai Lake Zhangfang Hotel: Buddha's Hand. Made of stainless steel, the Buddha's hand holds a gold pestle with his palm facing east, standing proudly on a marble base decorated with lotus petals. The shape of the Buddha's hand is elegant and elegant, symbolizing strength and beauty. The silver hands, the golden pestle, the colorful auspicious lotus petals, and the dignified iron-gray marble all shone in the sun, catching the whistling sound of the passing wind. The eight-sided base is inlaid with eight relief works, including Lotus and Peanut Conquering the Sea Demon, Princess Wencheng Entering Tibet, and the Six-Character Mantra.

A sweaty short prisoner kicked the ball hard, and the football went straight towards the goal. The big goalkeeper jumped up with all his strength. The ball grazed the tip of his palm and flew out of the field against the scalp of the goal. After drawing an arc over the small road, it stuck into the lawn like an arrow. Anla and Daguyan were standing outside the sideline on the north side of the goal. The moment the football was frozen on the lawn, the scene in the distant memory flashed before Anla's eyes. Before the scene could be clear, the short prisoner shouted, "Hey, buddy, do me a favor." When Anla left Daguyan, Daguyan reached out to grab Anla, but he didn't catch it. Anla ran across the small road. Step into the lawn. The water in the lawn made a gurgling sound.

After seeing off Teacher Li Xufang, I returned to the ticket office of Yuanping City Long-distance Bus Station and bought a ticket for Taiyuan at 16:40. Looking at my watch, I still have 20 minutes left before I leave the car. I sit there and carefully take stock of my itinerary for the past few days. From entering the village at 10 o'clock on March 11 to leaving at 2 o'clock on the 13th, I stayed in Shangshen Village for a full 52 hours. This is the longest time I have spent in the village in the past 20 years. In the past few years, I have returned to the village mostly during the Qingming Festival. After returning, I would burn paper at the graves, pay homage and then leave, rarely staying in the village. The purpose this time is very clear, which is to write an article: the school in my village. Years ago, I went to a fellow villager's house to sit around and met Teacher Li Xufang at his house. Teacher Li is the sister-in-law of a fellow villager. Asked about her situation, she said that she was now teaching in my village.

Lao Zhuan is a person who always changes careers frequently, but can never do anything for too long. This is the characteristic of Laozhuan. I'm going to tell you that Lao Zhuan also worked as a reporter for a while, but you won't believe it. But this is a fact. Lao Zhuan did work as a reporter for a certain regional newspaper. Lao Zhuan's days as a reporter were extremely uneventful. What remained in his later memory was probably an experience of going to the countryside with his secretary. The regional tabloid where Lao Zhuan worked was naturally inferior to the majesty of major newspapers such as the People's Daily, nor to the provincial newspapers, nor even to the grandeur of some large industry system newspapers; not to mention that the area was "young, young, marginalized and poor", so it was even worse. The editor-in-chief of the regional newspaper is bald, and he works together with several reporters in a large workshop-like office every day. This fact alone cannot be seen elsewhere.

They were in a great mood while sitting in the taxi that day. The sun is shining outside and the roads are wide. The car is driving towards Taiyang Mountain. They have long wanted to come out and play. There are lush trees everywhere. When she woke up in the morning, it was already nine o'clock. Liu Hongyan suddenly said, "Let's go out and have fun today." Seeing her excitement, Li Mei was in a good mood and said, "Okay, where to go?" Liu Hongyan said, "Taiyang Mountain." They were good friends and lived together. Liu Hongyan came to this city relatively early, four years ago, while Li Mei came out less than a year ago. She is still unfamiliar with various things in the city and many things in their profession. In a sense, Liu Hongyan is Li Mei's guide. Liu Hongyan taught her everything.

At that moment, you suddenly realize that you have the whole world in your arms. You once thought that the spring had gone far away from you, but separated by the increasingly thick fog that could never dissipate, you stared melancholy at the temptation of unreal spring and endured the coldness of your soul. You once thought that love was far away from you, separated by the heavy psychological barrier that grew up unconsciously, you sadly recovered the long, pale cable of love, and used it to ruthlessly strangle the restlessness of your own love that refused to be quiet. But you suddenly hugged me and hugged me. First carefully, gently, then tightly, and then never wanting to let go of his arms. You are afraid that the spring light will slip away and love will float away.

After the Qingming Festival in 1971, a burly young man walked into Songjiagou Primary School, which was still in the village. Wearing a yellow military uniform and carrying a square blanket behind his back, he looked like a veteran because he had no cap badge or collar badge. He told us that his name was Zhao Yuheng and that the commune education team had sent him to teach here. As he spoke, he took out a letter of introduction from his body. Let's take a look. It's stamped with a big red seal from the commune's education team. After talking, we further learned that Mr. Zhao was 26 years old and a native of Liuwangzhuang in the commune. He was admitted to Linyi Normal University in 1964. He joined the army in 1968 and served as deputy platoon leader. He had to change jobs because he suffered from stomach problems while working as an engineer and returned to his county to join the teaching force. Before coming to Songjiagou, I had just gotten married. Because I studied in Linyi Normal University and served in the People's Liberation Army, I admire him very much.

There are two explanations for eating green. First, the rations produced in the first year were exhausted, and the crops that year were not yet ripe. Go to the fields to plunder some highland barley and wheat ears, or pick a small amount of broad beans and peas to cook and eat to relieve hunger and slander caused by the lack of harvest. Second, taste fresh grains. When the beans are about to be full and the ears of wheat are about to turn yellow, whether they are eaten raw or cooked, they are refreshing, crispy and delicious. In terms of fashion, it is a complete green food. Eating it can satisfy your craving and make you happy. Since childhood, relatives in the countryside have brought freshly picked green beans, or cooked and winnowed wheat and highland barley to us every midsummer. These ripe wheat grains are either chewed whole or rolled into wheat balls and eaten with garlic oil. The refreshing taste is indescribable. In the case of green broad beans, they must be cooked before eating.

I have been climbing for several years, and every time I hear about others climbing on the Double Ninth Festival, having a great time, gaining something, and venting their feelings, I can't help but feel a little regretful. If others can play, why can't you play? I have no intention of venting my grievances, and I have no intention of placing my longing on it. It's okay to imitate others and climb to the heights, and find some fun in life through wild fires, wine and songs! The idea is finalized, just waiting for next year. Unexpectedly, by the second year, my mind, tired of making ends meet, had already completely forgotten about climbing the mountain on the Double Ninth Festival. When I saw people coming back from climbing high, I suddenly realized that it was too late. Year after year, regret after regret, climbing high is always a fantasy. Maybe it was to make up for this shortcoming in my heart, or to calm down the little restlessness in my heart again. On the morning of September 9th in the lunar calendar this year, I braved the heavy chill of late autumn and walked through fallen leaves to the foot of Beishan Mountain. The northern mountain is not high and there are no immortals.

Nietzsche said: "When I wanted to use a word to express music, I found Vienna, and when I wanted to use a word to express mystery, I thought of Prague." Nietzsche is right, but Prague can no longer be summarized as mystery to me, it can only be Kafka. If Kafka was earlier than Nietzsche, or even a contemporary, Nietzsche would definitely choose Kafka. They were very different, but Nietzsche would agree that they were brothers. Nietzsche went crazy in the end, but what about Kafka? Before his death, he decided to burn all his manuscripts, which was almost crazy. They reach the same destination through different paths at the two poles, reflecting the world. I've been to Prague twice, maybe three times. I went there once in the winter of 2015, and I still have the first impression of the cold light of the Vltava River and the pale yellow city.

Near three o'clock, Lao You took a nap, urinated, washed his face, smoked a cigarette, and rode his bicycle to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles. This is a forever brand bicycle that Lao You has been riding for ten years now. The paint is already mottled and gray, and it makes a lot of noise and creaks while riding. Lao You rode it slowly to the unit, got out of the car and locked the car. The Federation of Literary and Art Circles is a small, gray building. It is the shortest and smallest building in the entire government compound, and the shabbiest and oldest. It looks like an old woman with small feet in tattered clothes. Lao You stomped up the stairs, stood with his feet at the door that had a small signboard with "Creation Research Laboratory" in red letters on a white background, and reached into his pants pocket to feel for the key.

The old man felt a little strange today. He said he heard a crow calling in the morning. He kept sighing and kept talking about how Niuniu was only 12 years old and when he could find a job for her. The old man is treating his heart failure in a traditional Chinese medicine hospital and seems to be in good condition. Why does he always say depressing words? I told him not to think so wildly. He held up three fingers and said, I am 73 this year. The greatest pain in the world is aging. The old man's life was hard when he was young. After a few years when his conditions improved, he became a high school student, suffered two cerebral infarctions, and had a bad heart. People inside and outside the building said that it was not easy for the old man to persist until now. But I always felt that he had a clear mind and a rosy complexion, and he didn't look like he was going to hell.

Lao Huo stood on the roof, looking down at the whole village, his neck stretched like a giraffe, his head turned into a snail, and he was making small calculations in his heart. In fact, Lao Huo didn't need to clumsily climb up to the house, nor did he need to stretch his neck to look around. He has never left the village for half his life. He has been the village chief for more than ten years, and his family is as transparent as glass. He could know the brand of someone's door lock, where the water tank was placed, how many teeth the child had, and how many times the man had hemorrhoids. Even if someone's old lady becomes famous, he can't hide it from him, let alone if someone buys a TV, buys a pet dog, and sells several kilograms of food, it will definitely reach his ears in less than half an hour.

That afternoon, I was playing basketball on the basketball court of the elementary school. I was playing happily and happily, and I was forgetting everything. Suddenly I heard an anxious voice that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and shouted to me continuously, "Dry fish and loach, hurry up, your duck has escaped (run away)!" Dried fish and loach, hurry up, your duck has escaped! ... The sound was like thunder, like a bee sting. My heart tightened and I was stunned for a moment. It took me a second or two to come back to my senses. I stared at the person who called me - Gan Canghai (crab) and said, what did you say? Gan Canghai said angrily again, "Gan Yuyao, your duck has escaped. Go back and catch it quickly." At this time, I was anxious and quickly threw the basketball. I didn't know where it fell, and I didn't care where it fell. I ran home. The reason why I am anxious, scared and panicked is that I am afraid that my duck will cause me trouble again.

My mother and I still live in the red building in the city. This is a two-story building with wooden stairs and two stairwells on the east and west. Two families live in it. In two years, nothing has changed in our lives. The house is spotless, with white walls, aluminum doors and windows, and the purple locust tree in the yard stretches all the way to the balcony on the second floor. I always feel that worldly life is getting farther and farther away from my mother and me, even though we are in the city, we enjoy time, air, dust, and listen to noise every day. We watch TV, read newspapers, follow the stock market, and occasionally talk. We eat the healthiest and most beautiful foods, vegetables and fruits... My mother and I try our best to live in the air of the past and maintain the original appearance of life... However, I know this is no longer possible.

Thunder once filled the sky and drifted in the wind on the Yunnan Plateau. The thunderous name of this violinist has caused the sound of the violin to disappear due to the sudden passing of his life; both his life and the sound of the violin have gradually faded away and become vaguely forgotten. Who else remembers Lei Mantian? But in the long 50 years since his death, you may still be in a corner of an old teahouse at the end of an ancient alley in Kunming on a lonely evening, and hear some old people drinking a pot of strong green tea until it becomes tasteless, talking about some interesting topics easily, and then turning into heavy topics. Among them, there will be an old man pointing with the end of a long bamboo cigarette pot and saying that Lei Mantian once stood in front of a certain tea table or behind a certain wooden chair and played his beloved violin, concentrating on playing Ma Sicong's "Homesickness" or France's "Marseillaise" for the tea guests.

If two women get better, they can talk about anything. From the three real meals a day, the four seasons of clothing, to the fictitious big dreams, and the trivial thoughts, the two women, as long as their friendship at that time was good enough and the environment at that time was private enough, almost without exception, they both liked to talk and listen so much. The above views are derived from my continuous watching of TV soap operas over the years. In recent years, almost every day, I can see countless women there: young, and those who were young and still have a young look or mentality; beautiful, and you can easily understand that their hearts or temperaments are beautiful; knowledgeable, and educated, cultivated and sentimental even though they have no academic qualifications. They sat there.

How was your rest? Didn't you sleep well yesterday? Because you are still so stupid and don't understand the meaning of insomnia. Why, you really didn't sleep well? God, you are so stupid that you can't sleep. This is a concept. When a wise man and a fool discuss sleeping, the wise man always has the upper hand. It happened on a bus and the motive cannot be determined. What is certain now is that the wallet is not lost, the wife is still there, and the days are rising and setting like the sun, day by day, turning, turning, turning. The meaning of rotation is that it must rotate, such as the earth. And you don't have to say everything you have to say. For example, a divorced man can't help but feel happy that he has successfully divorced, like an idiot. There is someone who just got married and is in a hurry to go home. He laughs and looks more like an idiot.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Du Zhendong returned home from a walk around the factory, did a simple wash, and then came to the room. It was cold, so my wife Lin Huizhen went to bed at around seven o'clock every day and snuggled into the quilt, concentrating on watching her beloved TV series "The Hope", with tears stained under her eyelids. Needless to say, she was immersed in the plot and shared the joys, sorrows, breaths and fate of the protagonists. She didn't even know that her husband walked into the room to change pajamas and jacket. Du Zhendong lifted the corner of the quilt, took a breath of cool air, and let his legs get under the quilt. Lin Huizhen placed a hot water bottle on his feet. The quilt was warm. His feet touched the hot water bottle, and it was like stepping on the warm beach under the sun.

Entering from the main gate of the Municipal People's Hospital, you will first see the five-story First Outpatient Department, and then the six-story Second Outpatient Department. Behind the first outpatient department and the second outpatient department are the five-story first inpatient department and the nine-story second inpatient department. Although Yi Hang's mother, Tong Li, works in the obstetrics and gynecology department of the first outpatient department, Yi Hang won't go there. He likes to go to the second inpatient department because that building has an elevator. For Yi Hang, riding in the elevator is a game. Most games require multiple people to participate, but taking an elevator is different. One person can play it. The gameplay of Yi Hang is very simple: take the elevator from the first floor to the ninth floor, then run along the stairs from the ninth floor to the next floor, and repeat. Although there is an elevator in the second inpatient department, Yi Hang found that there were very few people taking the elevator. He thought, maybe they didn't know there was an elevator, maybe they didn't know how to take the elevator, maybe they were not willing to take the elevator at all.

I just turned on my cell phone that day, and with the sound of ding-dong-dong music when the phone turned on, there was an impatient beep. I saw that a text message came in, and it was from my niece. I still have her cell phone number, but I rarely contact her. I just went back to my hometown during the holidays and met Juju. All I know is that she worked hard outside, got married, and had children. I opened the text message and read: Auntie, I haven't contacted you for a long time. I miss you very much and want to stay with you for a while. Is it convenient for you? I replied without even thinking: When will you come? Even though we don't have much contact with each other, after all, we have a blood relationship that is stronger than water. When I learned that she wanted to come, my heart skipped a beat, and the sweetness index increased rapidly, and I felt the sweetness brought by family affection.

The grocery store opened by Xia Fang and her husband Meng Xinmin was suspected of selling fake wine, and Meng Xinmin was imprisoned in the detention center. Xia Fang transferred the grocery store at a low price and borrowed 20,000 yuan from her cousin. After many activities and active cooperation with the police in investigating the case, Meng Xinmin was able to be released on bail pending trial. When something unexpected happened at home, Siyu took the initiative to drop out of school. The fourteen-year-old daughter said word by word, Mom and Dad, I don't want to study anymore. My academic performance is not that good, and studying in high school for three years is useless. It is better to learn a skill earlier, so that I can make a living in the future. So Siyu went to the county town to learn hairdressing. The Qingqing Hair Salon where Siyu is located is on an old street in the county town. Qingqing is the name of the boss. She is the master of five girls, a young and beautiful hairdresser.

Feng Peiyu doesn't want to hesitate between the two boys who love him, she must make a choice. Feng Peiyu has a slim figure, a fair face, and an extraordinary temperament. Not only is she the apple of urban construction director Feng Jinping's eye, but her fiancé's father, Hong Yue, has just been promoted to deputy secretary of the municipal party committee. At this moment when the flowers were blooming, Feng Peiyu's words broke the peace between the two families. That evening, a family of four sat around the oval carved mahogany dining table. The table full of sumptuous dinner aroused everyone's appetite, and the whole family picked up their chopsticks to prepare for the meal. At this time, Feng Peiyu suddenly stood up and

Lou Xiyu, also known as Lou Yuqi, was born in the spring of 1969 in a small village (by Pogang Lake) east of Dalongshan Scenic Area in Anqing City, Anhui Province. With a junior high school degree, he embarked on the path of literature through self-study. So far, some works (mainly novels) have been published in publications such as "Everyone", "Guangzhou Literature and Art", "Yuhua", "Mountain Flowers", "Yanhe", "Western" and "Runliu". Now specializes in literary creation. One night. It's night again. When Cheng Shuixian untied the string and took out the medicine bottle, Sun Chuanjia was sleeping. She was holding the medicine bottle in one hand and the toilet next to the bed in the other. When she walked out the door, she realized that the sun had already sunk into the mountains over there. She gently put the medicine bottle into the old rice basket beside the haystack. --The medicine bottle in the rice basket is almost full. These are the medicine bottles hung by the Sun family. After a while, she turned into the small hut next to it - the toilet.

Characters: Du Shanli, 42 years old, freelance photographer; Ke Ren, 25 years old, freelance advertiser; Du's wife, 40 years old, beauty salon owner; Du Juanhong, 19 years old, college student He Liansheng, 49 years old, librarian; time in the late 1990s.