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In March 1916 AD, a tragedy occurred in Tianjin Wei, Zhili Province that shocked Tianjin: Zhang Chungu and Zhang Ligu, two martyrs from the Zhang clan in Nanpi County, fought with their lives to resist the unreasonable verdict of the Zhili Province Higher Trial Hall and were forced to die. When the news came out, Jinmen was in an uproar, and everyone who knew about it was moved! The Nanpi Zhang family in Tianjin thought this was a great shame and humiliation for the Zhang family, so they contacted famous gentry from all walks of life in Tianjin to come forward to report the injustice. Under the strong pressure of public opinion, the Provincial High Court had no choice but to overturn the original verdict, issue arrest warrants to arrest the perpetrators, and build a shrine for the two martyrs as a sign of condolence. A unique farce in modern Chinese history in which an official "apologizes" to the people was staged.

It is not a strange thing to have thieves on New Year's Day. According to Mamo's mother's words when she was alive, whoever is not in the new year is a thief too! But this year the thieves were very aggressive, stealing things on a scale and level. For example, when thieves steal cars, they used to steal bicycles, tricycles, vans, etc. But stealing a car is not a big case! But the evening newspaper said that on the night of the 5th of the twelfth lunar month, three big "Jiefang" cars were missing in the West Street parking lot. These three big "Jiefang" vehicles were as if they had escaped from the earth. Not even the vehicles and the goods on them were missing. What was strange was that no Jiefang vehicles carrying goods were found to pass through the checkpoints set up on the main roads out of the city.

Shi Maocheng's attention came from a young tour guide from the Huaibei area. That day, Lin Dongxiu went to the history museum on Dongxing Avenue in the city to verify the scene of a certain cultural and historical event. As the editor and creator of "Provincial History Zongheng", she is a frequent visitor to this museum despite being a bit immature. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a group of old people wearing red tourist hats blocking the door. A young man holding a small flag was lecturing them: "... Here are revolutionary heroes and historical witnesses who defeated the Jiang Dynasty. Uncles and aunts, please take a good look, take your time, maybe you can still find the shadow of you when you were young. Last year, I led a group and bumped into one..." The old people laughed. "Don't believe it, it's true. If you are tired, just find a place to sit. The men's restroom is on the left and the women's restroom is on the right. Don't run around or lose our bus. No one is waiting for you..."

Yaping: OK! I have read several of your letters and I am very happy with what you have learned and learned from this trip. I hope to see your letters often. Since you left, your mother and your brother have been very good and miss you very much. It's holiday now, Yalin has shared a lot of housework, and his health and life are pretty good. You don't have to worry about this. There are so many people in Qingdao who won't help if anything happens. Life in Harbin may be very difficult. Fortunately, you are not a "long-term resident" yet. You have been living in Harbin for a few months and then came back. In any case, is it better than going to the countryside? It is beneficial for young people to live a hard life, and they will feel satisfied when they return to youth. The weather is still too hot, so it seems impossible to bring some pasta or meat with me. I will bring you two boxes of canned fish to satisfy your craving. I will definitely bring you some meat if I have the opportunity in the future.

When Wu Yan stretched out her hand to Liu Chao, a ray of sunlight happened to shine on her outstretched finger. Then Liu Chao saw the petals on her fingers. Wu Yan said, Liu Chao, look at my fingers. Are they beautiful? When Liu Chao looked at Wu Yan's fingers, Wu Yan said, Liu Chao, you are too primitive, why don't you pick it up and read it. Liu Chao smiled, you women's hands can't be picked up casually. When Liu Chao said this, of course Liu Chao picked up Wu Yan's hand and picked up the soft hand. There are some small silver petals scattered on the long nails, just like the snowflakes flying in the sky quietly falling on Wu Yan's fingers, and then passed through Wu Yan's meticulous craftsmanship. Looking left and right, they look like small plum blossoms blooming on Wu Yan's fingers. Liu Chao couldn't tell whether it had six petals or five petals. Liu Chao said, it's plum blossoms, right? Yan'er.

After a lot of hard work, the two wandering people had a shop, a home, and a place to stay. Can the buds of hope that sprout in hardships withstand the harsh spring cold and grow into happiness? The small shop he opened has only four tables and is run by him and his girlfriend. The so-called girlfriend is just a life together, because the girlfriend has a husband and children. She wants a divorce, but she has not yet done so. The idea at the beginning was very good, to open my own shop and make money by myself. When I have money in the future, I must dress up this messy life in a bright and bright way. During that time, he was running around outside every day, looking at places, finding stores, observing, and negotiating. When he returned to the small hotel in the evening, he and his girlfriend analyzed the situation, summarized the pros and cons, and looked forward to the future. They are very energetic.

Ancient Greece in the fifth century BC. Zeuxis is a highly respected and energetic old painter with a childish face and gray hair. The face is full of wrinkles and the lines are vivid, as if they were carved. Wearing a linen robe, it has a simple Greek style. His studio is filled with various paintings of his. He took out a newly completed painting from it, looked at it, walked out of the house, and hung it on a tree in the spacious courtyard.

In the past six months, I have visited Taiwan twice, and the fresh feeling of the bustling Zhongxiao East Road, the tranquility of Central New Village, and the canopy of coconut trees on Renai Road has become warm and familiar. Whether sitting on the podium of Central University, wandering on the campus of Tunghai University at dusk, or having lunch with the blooming girls of Methodist Girls' High School amid the prayers of "Amen", I have never felt alienated. And what fills my heart is always an overwhelming family affection. There is no doubt that this green island in the Pacific is rich and wealthy. Walking through the streets and alleys, picking up shells hidden in the white sand along the winding east coast, I have never encountered a ragged beggar.

A plate of peanuts, a yellow croaker, a cold steamed bun, and a cup of white sorghum. Anping received Huang Zaifeng's call while having lunch alone. Huang Zaifeng said on the phone, Anping, are you drinking again? I have never seen such a worthless person like you, and you are satisfied with three thousand yuan a month? Do you have the nerve to drink every day? What words! Anping thought, I already make three thousand a month, what else should I be dissatisfied with? How many people can't even earn three thousand? Huang Zaifeng, do you know? As for your brother, he worked hard all the way to college and still worked as a temporary worker. Eighteen hundred a month would be pretty good.

In the early 1990s, China's total aquatic product volume ranked first in the world. However, compared with developed countries, our seafood processing level lags significantly behind, and primitive and extensive processing methods can only provide the market with primary products with very low added value. Obviously, if we want to break the bottleneck of industrial upgrading, we must follow the modern roadmap and break through in the direction of precision and deep processing. In the face of new challenges and opportunities, Weihai people continued to explore with the persistence of a cuckoo, and finally created the first in China and the best in the world to be proud of. Oriental Divine Oil "Hong Yang Shen" Like most men, Xu Zhenguo doesn't like to go shopping. He finds it boring, grinding, and sticky, which is not what men do.

Lu Tiancheng is about to step down. This news has spread a lot in the logistics service center of the newspaper group, but Lu Tiancheng himself is completely unaware of it. Moreover, he stayed up late at night writing next year's work plan on his desk at home last night. Lu Tiancheng is the director of the logistics service center of Binhai City Newspaper Group. Although this official is not big, many people know his name in Binhai City. This is not because of how well he does as the director of the logistics service center. No matter how good he is, he is still a logistics service person. It is mainly because he is in Binhai City. Before engaging in logistics services, he worked as the deputy director of the news department of "Binhai Daily" and published many large-scale articles in the newspaper. In particular, three years ago he wrote a long newsletter "Don't let Dou E continue to be wronged", which exposed an incident in which a billionaire raped a woman from a good family, which attracted great attention from the society.

The fact that Du Yuting was able to move his home from the cultural center to the nursing home should be related to the tower in the nursing home. Strictly speaking, it is not called a pagoda, but a pavilion, Chongyang Pavilion. In order to name it, the county officials put a lot of thought into naming it. Some said it should be called this, some said it should be called that, but until the day of the inauguration ceremony, there was no final decision. The deputy county magistrate in charge of civil affairs was anxious and hurriedly ran to the county party secretary who came to cut the ribbon and implored the county party secretary to give the tower a name.

No need for my father to shout, I woke up early in the morning. The twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month is the day to catch the last Chaigou Fair. Dongfang Bai slightly turned pale, and his father began to prepare his bags for the market. After finishing everything, he sat on the elevated stone next to the well in the courtyard, lit a dry cigarette, and took a deep breath. The smoke and breath spurted out, also slightly white, straight towards the persimmon tree in front of him. The smoke was divided into several strands by thick or thin branches, spread out, and dissipated. He is waiting for me. In the countryside, going to the market is a common thing, but the Chaigou Fair on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month has a different meaning to me. On this day, my father allowed me to follow him around the market, saying that I wanted to see the scene. At that time, I was seven or eight years old. Looking back now, it is difficult to recall most of the scenes. Only the Firecracker Market is vaguely visible.

On the night of the 15th day of the twelfth lunar month two years ago, the whole Xiaozhouzhuang knew that Aunt Thirteen was possessed by a ghost. At noon the next day, people were still worried. My grandma Cao called my ninth grandpa Zhou Qianjiu and his family to have dinner at her house. At the dinner table, Ninth Grandma Nanzhi asked Madam Cao curiously what happened last night when Aunt Thirteen was possessed by my Ninth Grandpa's ex-wife Cui Xin. My grandma Cao said, what could be going on? It's not because of your man's death gambling that even Cui Xin, who has been dead for more than ten years, can't stand it. After listening to my grandma Cao's story, Ninth Grandma Nanzhi stopped her chopsticks, put her rice bowl on the small square table, and said to my grandma, Fourth sister-in-law, Qingtao and I want to sleep at your house tonight. Ms. Cao didn't quite understand what Nanzhi meant at first, and she only agreed casually, "It will be the same as before, you two sleep in the back room, and after dinner I will clean up and lay out the quilt."

A road in Shanghai stretches quietly. Shen Yingying was walking on the road. At an intersection, a dark path. And because the avenue was cut, the lights dimmed instantly. Shen Yingying finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her entire shoulder was numb from holding her hand for so long. Looking back, I saw that the road we had traveled was so magnificent that it could be called gorgeous. The splendor came to an end here, leaving Shen Yingying a dim road to walk on. However, she can find safety here. The night is getting thicker, and the small store here is simple and friendly. A middle-aged man brought a box lunch to the middle-aged woman who was guarding the store. It could be called warm. Shen Yingying smacked her lips secretly. Today she experienced something extremely embarrassing.

I finally made up my mind to go to that remote mountain village no matter what. I felt an inexplicable panic in my heart. I felt that if I didn't go this year, I might never get the chance. It has been 70 years, and this remote mountain village has always remained in my thoughts. Sometimes it is clear, sometimes it is blurry, and sometimes I can even dream about it when I take a nap at noon. How many days are there in 70 years? A rough calculation shows that it is just over 20,000 days. More than 20,000 days are too short to be mentioned in the universe. For me, it is the most glorious and important period of life. As time goes by, I have grown old. I am so old that I cry less and have more phlegm, feel less and urinate more, forget things I should remember, and remember everything I have forgotten for many years. My son and daughter are filial and come to see me almost every day. He also encouraged me and said, Dad, you have to live firmly. If you live one more day, we will feel happy one more day.

I heard that there is a story about the Nine-branched Lotus. Do you know? Ever since I got on the tour bus that went directly to Lianhua Town, someone asked the tour guide Lao Zhou this question. Although Lao Zhou has reached middle age and is slightly bald, the designer jacket he wears with a red bean tree pattern printed on the national flag red background seems to remind people that he is the kind of man who has paid the price of maturity but is still breathing today. Her eyes are thin, not the kind that are wide open... Lianhua Town is the hinterland of Jiangnan, with towering and continuous mountains. Although the mountains here are not as steep and steep as the mountains in the north, once you enter it, you will feel that its charm with soft arc lines is also difficult to get out of easily.

When Gu Xiaonuan walked into the Academic Affairs Office, Wang Yiyang's original laughter stopped abruptly, as if someone had robbed him halfway. The people in the room seemed to be acting in a silent movie, with only facial expressions and no sound. In fact, they all waited with bated breath for Gu Xiaonuan to speak. Gu Xiaonuan's face was calm. She smiled as always. When she smiled, the pear dimples at the corners of her mouth flickered. Finally, she lived up to expectations and said, "Hey, what a coincidence, Teacher Wang also came to hand in the exam papers?" It is a question and does not require an answer. A large room of people in the Academic Affairs Office were still disappointed. Oh, it shouldn't be like this, Gu Xiaonuan, how could this slender and fragile-looking woman be so calm and graceful? From the beginning to the end, the smile on her face seemed to have taken root and flourished in front of Wang Yiyang. She meticulously counted the test papers that had just been collected. After confirming that they were correct, she signed her name in a leisurely manner and turned around calmly to go out.

Ma Ji sets the table. This issue of "Everyone's Dinner" is still hosted by the famous critic Mr. Ma Ji. Who is the "writer here" invited? Hayashi Nabei is a famous female writer who has published a series of eye-catching novels under the pseudonym "Beibei" and other pen names. Where is Ms. Lin's recent creative direction? What is the excitement about literary thinking? Dear readers, please pay attention. Brother Yi Qiu dislikes a person named Kaixi very much. Kaixi was very strong when he was young, and his muscles were all bulging. After he turned fifty, he began to gain weight. The most important sign was that the distance between his head and shoulders became shorter and shorter. Until now, his round head was directly stuck to his fleshy shoulders, with a vertical neck missing in the middle.

If you ask me, among the 6,000 freshmen in the school, who will become the top figure in the school, I can tell you without hesitation, I, Yin Yang. That's the guy. This is how Yin Yang introduced himself when I first met. Yin Yang's narcissism is quite famous in the whole grade. The structure of our dormitory is three small dormitories and a living room, and 11 people live in three small dormitories. Yin Yang's favorite thing to do is to stand in front of the dressing mirror in the living room, sometimes looking up close, sometimes looking out from a distance, and giggling from time to time. In fact, Yin Yang's narcissism is not without capital.

Boss Yu went up the mountain to hunt bears, but was retaliated by the bears and died; Fentanghua buried her husband and sold her daughter Hua Niang to Zeng Mansion. The scholar's wife had an affair with Lu Dabang and was killed by the scholar's son. Wang Sanhuai, the regiment leader, took the opportunity to occupy the scholar's wife. Xiao Maoniu volunteered to go to Zeng Mansion to play the role of a golden boy for birthday celebrations. He escaped with Hua Niang and was caught. Hua Niu was sold to Gongbao Mansion. In search of Hua Niu, Xiao Mao Niu accidentally entered Baoyue Temple and learned martial arts. Fen Tanghua lost her virginity due to drinking and married Young Master Zeng; Xiao Maoniu went home to visit relatives and injured Wang Sanhuai's brother. She was desperate and was rescued by Fen Tanghua. Wang Sanhuai set up checkpoints privately, causing public resentment. The woman in black broke through the barrier and injured many members of the regiment; Wang Sanhuai was surprised to encounter a "fatwa".

The ancient Shuli script of the Xili language is very simple, with only more than twenty letters. From the arrangement and combination of these twenty letters, a wide range of rich vocabulary has been produced. The alphabet of Melania is derived from the Aramaic alphabet. There are 22 Aramaic letters, 17 of which were borrowed by Melanie. There are three variations of Xili script: Sa Mo Jian style, Buddhist scripture style and cursive style. There are two ways to write, one is to write horizontally from right to left, and the other is to write vertically from top to bottom. Both writing styles are elegant and solemn. It is said that Liwen was taught by the gods, and those who practice this kind of writing can communicate with the gods.

The late spring sun was already a bit scorching. Qian Hairen opened his clothes, brandished a bamboo whip, and drove the boar back along the peach blossom river embankment shaded by weeping willows. His father followed behind slowly with a big wallet. The father and son went out early in the morning, visiting villages and households, busy breeding gelding pigs for a long time, and had a meal of good wine and food at the host's house. They are still not fully awake yet. Qian Hairen thought of the more than 100 yuan he had just received in his pocket, and happily opened his voice and sang: A big river has wide waves, and the wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers on both sides... Beep beep beep, suddenly there was a rapid sound of car horns behind him. Qian Hairen didn't need to look back to know that it was the red Santana owned by Qian Youzhen, the director of Taohuashan Chemical Plant. He used to work in a factory. He failed to return from gambling at night several times and was fired by Qian Youzhen. Qian Hairen became angry when he saw him, so he deliberately pretended to be drunk and staggered around.

Shi Buhua from the Qing Dynasty commented on the last two sentences of Ziyu's "Liangzhou Ci" by Mr. Ziyu in "Poems Said by Xian Maid": "Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times." He said: "Sad words are shallow, but humorous words are wonderful." He also said that the ultimate effect of wine "remains in the mind of the scholar." It seems that those who drink alcohol may not be able to write poetry; most people who write poetry are those who drink alcohol. My drinking memories after arriving in Beijing were already seven or eight years ago. Most of them are drinks with authors, classmates, and colleagues. We come and go, and it is rare to get together. At that time, it was not very convenient to have meals and drinks with tickets, but whenever there was an opportunity, someone would generously bring out a bottle of wine, and it had local characteristics. Now it seems that it is a famous wine. The meaning of life does not lie in the length of time or one's own feelings, but in the emotions between people.

As soon as the mayor of the town, Bai Jiaju, put his head into the basin, he was grabbed by the arm by the office director Hualulu. Bai Jiaju grinned and raised his wet head. Just when he was about to ask what was going on, Hualulu complained. He was actually in the mood to wash his hair? There's trouble, there's big trouble. Hua Lulu is so startled that it can not only scare people to death, but also make people suddenly fall into an uncomfortable state. Bai Jiaju confusedly mistook the rag for a towel, and waited with horror on his face for Hua Lulu to say the next thing. Hualulu suddenly fell silent and watched Bai Jiaju wipe his face with the dirty rag. Jiuzhiya Town Secretary Qi Jiayong has just been promoted to deputy county magistrate. The county has not yet appointed a new secretary. At this juncture, the town mayor Bai Jiaju is most afraid of something going wrong. Unexpectedly, within half a month, Hualulu would find her dormitory in such a panic.

When Osamu Dazai was twenty-one, he met a married woman in a Ginza cafe. Three days after living together, they took sleeping pills and committed suicide by drowning in Kamakura. As a result, Osamu Dazai was rescued, but the 18-year-old woman died. Osamu Dazai was therefore charged with "assisting suicide". Although he was later found not to be prosecuted, he created "Clown's Flower" based on his guilty conscience of leaving a woman to die alone after making an appointment to die in love. The protagonist Ye Zang Oba in "The Clown Flower" has the same name as the protagonist in "The Unfit". It describes Ye Zang's failure to die for love and then enters a nursing home. However, unlike the Ye Zang in "The Unfit" who has low self-esteem, cowardice, and decadence, the Ye Zang in "The Clown Flower" is young, impulsive and proud. In this work, Osamu Dazai analyzes the mental journey of the protagonist Oba Yozo, who appears to be passive and decadent, but actually seeks to survive in a desperate situation in his future pinnacle work "The Unworthy of the World", and also reveals many secrets about writing.

Yun is a complete beauty, with a tall figure that perfectly combines plumpness and delicacy. I don't know whether it is because of the misfortune of life that Yun has been forgotten, or because Yun has abandoned the misfortune of life. In short, there is always a charming smile in her big talking eyes. But Yun is not a person who smiles at life completely. There is something indescribable hidden behind her smiling face. Yun stood up from the table in her family's restaurant, holding a piece of rice cake she loved to eat as a child. She ate this rice cake not just to satisfy her childhood memories, but because it was soft and tender, and really suited her taste. Taking a small sip from time to time, the way of eating is not like eating rice cakes, but like drinking a bowl of rice porridge that is equally hot and cold, and the comfort and good feeling for the food are overflowing from the face.

In the evening, it rained heavily. A series of shrill lightning flashes tore through the night sky, and the muffled thunder rumbled endlessly. A wild temple in a deserted suburb is crumbling in the wind and rain. With a thunderbolt exploding in the air, a ghostly black figure flashed into the ruined temple door. The figure entered the temple and walked slowly towards the center of the temple. Under the illumination of the remaining candles in the temple, I saw this man wearing a black cloak and a thick mask on his head, only revealing a pair of shining eyes, which looked very strange. Fine raindrops dripped onto the ground along the corners of his cloak, tracing clear water marks following his footsteps. The mysterious man came to an altar table in the temple. There were three incense burners on the table. Each burner was engraved with two golden Bagua patterns, each facing the other two burners.

You know, many units have a reference room, and some have more than one; the person in charge of the information is either a middle-aged woman with rich experience in library management, or an old man who is about to retire after retiring from a certain position to use his spare time. Another situation is that he is young; a little girl who is not familiar with the world, has little education, no ability, and is not even very good-looking - most likely the daughter, niece, or sister-in-law of a leader , the unit that she entered through nepotism, and there was really no suitable professional counterpart department to place her (she had no major to match with), so she was placed in such a position with low technical requirements; people who stay here are often very at ease. He or she knows that although this job is a bit poorer, it is also easy and the income is very fixed. Many people with the same age, same diploma and the same ability as herself are waiting for the job.

I sat at my old desk, facing the wall. On the left is the window, which has not been cleaned for a long time and a few pieces of glass are still cracked. Looking up, there was a rotten spider web hanging in the yellow corner of the wall. The reason why I am sitting here is because the day before yesterday, the leader was taken away by people from the superior disciplinary committee. As his secretary, I was asked to assist with the investigation. This is a three-story red brick building in the corner of the compound. I have been working in this yard for almost ten years, but I didn't even notice it, and I never expected that one day I would sit in a room in this old low-rise building. The sunshine in the winter afternoon was very pale and white. One after another, soldiers passed through the gate with sentries and walked into the Soviet-style main office building. From a distance, they are just a series of black dots as big as the tip of a little finger. I understand that I will never be the same as them again. Two young soldiers in camouflage uniforms stood outside the old wooden door, looking inside every once in a while.

The heat is followed by the heat, and the scorching heat leaves people with no place to hide. At the beginning of autumn, the municipal party committee's assessment team will come to the bureau to assess cadres. As soon as the news came out, right and wrong started to appear one after another with a wave of heat. For some reason, at this critical moment before the assessment team arrived, the director actually arranged for Wang Zhi and Qian Guangli to go to the county for investigation. Wang Zhi is the director of the audit department and a reserve cadre in the bureau. It is not a good thing to go to the grassroots level at this time. Qian Guangli is a general staff member of the Audit Department. The year before last, just after the beginning of autumn, the bureau reported two reserve cadre quotas to the Municipal Party Committee Organization Department: one was Wang Zhi, thirty-five years old; the other was Chen Ming, the Minister of Finance, thirty-seven years old. Although both of them are backbone and reserve cadres of the bureau, in terms of mass base, Wang Zhi has a better reputation than Chen Ming. Everyone always says that Wang Zhi is honest and reliable, while Chen Ming is too brainy, which makes people feel unreliable.

To use an old saying: I have met a lot of bastards, but I have never met such a bastard. "Don't touch my face--!" I didn't want to touch her face at all. I just wanted to confirm whether she was a newbie or a regular. But that hysterical sound was clearly from her squatting on top of me and peeing. This was not enough, her spider-legged hands almost wanted to twist the two iron rings into rubber bands. If she hadn't been handcuffed, would she have slapped me without any reason? Even after dumping her, it was even worse for her. I couldn't wait to repay the slap in my imagination, and I managed to hold it back. But my colleague Xiao Wang couldn't hold it back, but he was more charming than me. He was already pulling at his face, but he just wouldn't let the flesh under his skin move.

Western China, Province A, Tianyang City. It was an unusually hot day in May 2003. At 3:10 pm, 180 officials filed into the Tianyang Municipal Party Committee Conference Hall. Anxiety and uneasiness spread in the air, and officials were preoccupied. Even colleagues or superiors and subordinates they were familiar with turned a blind eye and did not even say hello. These officials are the municipal party committee secretary, mayor and heads of various departments of Tianyang City, as well as the heads of the counties and cities under their jurisdiction. They were summoned by the relevant persons in charge of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection and the Discipline Inspection Commission of Province A to watch an expansion film.

Niu Facai was a well-known gambler in Qianshan Villa. Although he was a veteran in the casino, he always lost more than he won because of his bad luck. Within a few years, he lost everything and even his wife divorced him, leaving only one daughter by his side. The daughter's name is Lingzhi. She is nineteen years old and very handsome. She went to work in the city last year and was able to send back four to five hundred yuan to her family every month. Normally, Niu Facai's four or five hundred yuan would be enough for him at home, but since he doesn't do anything at home, as long as he has money, he will gamble, and he always loses more than he wins, so he even dreams about a big pie falling from the sky and making him a windfall. At this moment, he suddenly received a long letter from his daughter, which read: Hello, Dad, I was transferred to the office by my boss not long ago to be his secretary.

In the early summer of 1939, a train stopped at Jiaxing Station. This train was from Nanjing to Shanghai, and Jiaxing was just a temporary stop on the way. Xu Hu glanced out of the car window, continued to pull down his broken straw hat to cover his face, and curled up on the seat to take a nap. It was late at night, everything was dark outside the car window, and everyone was sleeping soundly. The people in the car were also swaying around, immersed in a tired and heavy silence. However, although Xu Hu was dozing off, like a sensitive cat, his nerves were not completely relaxed. Suddenly, he heard heavy footsteps. Based on his experience, this is a large leather shoe, and the person who gets on the bus should not be an ordinary civilian.

A gunshot in the dusk shattered the brief tranquility of Qingcheng. A man who looked like a PLA cadre screamed and fell at the door of a house in Osmanthus Alley. The landlord, Old Man Du, heard the noise and came over and called the police on the nearest phone. A few minutes later, two medium-sized American jeeps arrived. Qingcheng Public Security Bureau Investigation Division Director Bi Hu, Section Chief Zhu Tiemin, and team members Fu Jun and Lin Xinyu immediately got out of the car to investigate the scene and look for clues to solve the case. At the scene of the crime, the victim was lying on his back, his military cap flying to the side, a bullet in his abdomen, a dagger stuck in his chest, and a delicate purple gauze scarf on his forehead. His eyes were wide open, his face was in shock, and blood was flowing on the ground. Bi Hu took off the purple gauze scarf covering his nose and immediately recognized the deceased as Liang Zimin, director of the Qingcheng City Culture and Sports Committee.

Petitioning, in Hongyuan, is not called petitioning, it is called complaining. As soon as the first frost of autumn was laid, the eaves of every house and the wheat fields seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze. Tie Sheng went out and prepared to file a complaint. That morning, Tie Sheng got up, ate two bowls of noodles, and walked towards the river embankment through the thin frost on the road with sweat on his forehead. Originally, Tiesheng planned to go quietly to petition, but when Caihua shouted, the entire Hongyuan people knew about it. Of course, Caihua didn't shout at first, but pulled Tie Sheng's sleeve and said, "I beg you, I'll call you master." Tie Sheng ignored Cai Hua and twisted his arms, causing Cai Hua to sit on the ground. Caihua became anxious and climbed up, hugging Tiesheng's legs to prevent him from leaving.

Many people died in the village. Occasionally, we talk about whose father, mother, brother or sister is dead. Just like a dead person without a name. There was a lame man named Chu Wenjin who had been dead for a long time. He died while fighting the Japanese. Not afraid of anything, he led a few villagers to touch the tower. Once they got in, they never came out again. I don't remember the names of the other people. Unlike Chu Wenjin who has a large size. There are many people in the village called Da Mao Er Mao and San Hei Si Hei. It is a taboo for living people to say that big hair, two hair, three black and four black people are dead. Those who are not large should be forgotten. Chu Wenjin has become a lone hero, and it seems difficult to forget. This is the benefit of having a large size. Furthermore, it is the benefit of having culture.

Taiyang City, close to the Bohai Coast, is a new city that has developed rapidly after the reform and opening up. There are not many buildings left in the old city, and most of them are new modern buildings. In early autumn, Dong Hao, the 39-year-old president of Taiyang City Bank, was driving on the highway leading to the mountainous area. Sitting in the passenger seat was his daughter Yuanyuan. Yuanyuan fell asleep holding a bouquet of flowers in her hands. Dong Hao stopped the car and closed the window for his daughter. At the same time, the mother of Liu Yang, the vice president of Taiyang City Bank, walked into her son's bedroom with neat clothes in her arms, woke Liu Yang up, told him that these were the clothes he was going to change into, and put them on the dining table early. Then she went out, dusted her son's car, and took out the floor mats to pat. A neighbor walked by and talked to her, saying that her hard work was not in vain and she had trained a vice president. Mother Liu stretched out her hand in a showy manner and said, she bought me a ruby ​​ring the year before last and a diamond ring this year. How many carats was it? One hundred carats!

When you are old, you are old. How can a dead tree grow buds? The cow has sprouts just now - others lose their teeth when they get old, but he has two new teeth. Mrs. Wu Ying put her eyes to Niu Gang's mouth, appreciating it like a national treasure, laughing so hard. After many people retire, their vision becomes dim and their backs are bent. Those who are not old are getting older, and those who are old are getting older. But Niu Gang is like spring weather, the Yang Qi is rising, the old trees have new branches, and the old appearance has a new look. His wife Wu Ying understood this most deeply - when Niu first took office, Wu Ying was like a big child, giving medicines for three days and giving injections for two days. But after he retired, the old cow's blood pressure became normal and his illness disappeared. He really became an old scalper who could pull ropes and climb hills. Wu Ying secretly said to her close sister: Are you interested? We old cows have rejuvenated. We are busy all day long and don't let you have a rest at night.

Cashier Wen Jing was transferred away, so the position of cashier in the chlor-alkali plant became vacant. Being a cashier in a state-owned enterprise with more than 3,000 people may not necessarily be a great job, but besides Yu Huihui, there are still many people who are eyeing this position eagerly. After all, the most important component of a state-owned factory is the workers of various types of work. Being a worker was probably the most glorious for a long time in our country's history. But times have changed, and we have reached an era when gold-collar workers, white-collar workers, and pink-collar workers are at the forefront of the times.

My brother-in-law Xiaoguang didn't like the novels I wrote. He felt that my works were too mediocre. They lacked distinct characters and complex conflicts to support them. The plot construction also seemed fragmented and inadequate. As for the romantic descriptions that I am quite proud of, in his opinion, they are completely amateurish. He criticized me and said, "You are in your forties. No, you are about to reach the age where you know your destiny. You have already lived to this point. Why are you still so childish and sour? How dare you write such words?" ! The reason why my brother-in-law Xiaoguang said this to me is because he does have a profound foundation in literature. He studied Chinese and came from a major, so he had plenty of reasons to make irresponsible remarks to me. However, in my opinion, this is not the most important factor.

Jiu Xian'er often talks about it everywhere: Drinking wine has a professional title. Although an alcoholic loves to drink, he can't get on the stage and is considered a trainee. An alcoholic is a person who drinks too much alcohol. He will drink any kind of alcohol and get drunk as soon as he drinks it. This can only be regarded as a low-level professional title. Jiu Xian'er is a "four-ball" person like us: the glass is filled with balls accidentally, the balls are drained without warning, the balls are drunk without paying attention, the balls are crazy when drunk, and the ball's last name is not clear, so it is considered an intermediate level. Jiu Xian will not fall. It looks like Jiu Pi only has one less "son" than Jiu Xian'er, but he has a senior professional title, expert and professor level. Jiu Xian drinks good wine with moderation and does not get drunk. For example, my master, as long as it is wine, he can smell it with his nose and lick it with the tip of his tongue. What brand, where is it produced, and how many degrees of alcohol can be said in one sip.

Ten years ago I read his novel in the university library, and ten years later I was able to meet him. To say "opportunity comes" seems pretentious and mysterious; but the fact is that he is one of the few writers I have never stopped paying attention to over the years; and he came to my hometown of Yunnan and now lives only three hours' drive away from me. In addition, I would like to add one thing: before meeting him, I had a gut feeling that he would not refuse my visit. This is critical and important. He is very friendly, generous and gentle. It was only during the conversation that his edge as an "avant-garde novelist" emerged. Literary aside, he was a humble, gracious, considerate man. Aren't these the most beautiful qualities of a person?

The midsummer sun bounces on the peeling old walls, pushing the scorching heat toward the small courtyard in waves. Although there is a patch of green wall-creepers and a shady grape trellis in the courtyard, it still cannot withstand the heat wave. Liu Fu poured a basin of water on the ground in front of the door every now and then. She wanted to deliberately create a cooling effect so that the newly moved compatriots would feel cool. This is a small courtyard with no rules. One end is against the high wall of the government compound, and the other end is next to the alley, growing in a strip shape. The door opening is inlaid with thick wood. The patterns carved in the early years are still vaguely visible. The putty has been peeled off. The door is very heavy and cannot be pushed by the wind. The first time Liu Fu walked into this doorway, he felt a sense of vicissitudes of life. In Beijing, there are many such small courtyards within the Second Ring Road. Liu Fu was introduced to rent a bungalow in this small courtyard not long ago.

The largest conference room in the city government compound can seat two hundred people. There are about 30 leaders of the four groups at the municipal level, and about 100 party and government officials from district, county and municipal departments, plus staff and reporters, the city's leading cadre conference generally does not exceed 150 people. But today the venue was packed, especially the fifty attendees in the front area, all wearing big red flowers on their chests, which was particularly eye-catching. Cao Hai was unhappy. The flowers on his chest made him feel uncomfortable. He remembered that the last time he wore the same flowers was twenty years ago, when he was drafted into the army. He was equally unhappy. At that time, all the young men and women in the village were busy working in Guangdong and Shenzhen to earn money. No fool wanted to be a soldier. He was intercepted by his father.

Drunkards and drunkards are similar in that they both have unpleasant images. I am a hot-blooded young man with a high level of education, good looks, and the skills to make a living. Being labeled like this makes me seem like a monster in the world. If I want to catch someone, the girl will stay away. It was so easy to catch one, but people were still dragging it, watching and testing it. I am twenty-eight years old and still a slovenly bachelor. A single man without a wife to take care of him lives an irregular life and has no money to eat. After get off work today, I passed by the food street and filled my stomach at the snack stalls before lazily returning home. At dusk, the heat in the small room has not gone away, and it is already uncomfortable. The neighbors are quarreling again, which is really annoying! Walls made of boards and mud are never soundproof.

Sun Yanyun was shopping on Nanjing Road when she received the call. Accompanying her was her college classmate Ma Lida. Yu Yuanbo was very anxious on the phone and asked her to come back as soon as possible. He said that the competition for employment was about to begin and the plan was expected to be announced next week. Sun Yanyun has been a department-level cadre for many years and has always wanted to reach a new level, but his efforts have failed several times. The procuratorate's cadres have always been internally circulated and had few opportunities to be posted outside. The main reason is that the work is too professional, and the procuratorate is reluctant to be posted outside. Outside units also think that they are not familiar with the business. The new female prosecutor general is a sluggish person. She doesn't like to go out to eat or drink, nor does she like to dress up. She seems to be uninterested in anything else except work. Sun Yanyun gave her a bottle of French perfume, but she rejected it, so she knew that the old way would not work for her. There was no way to close the relationship with the new leader, so I had to go to the old superior.

Hailan is her pen name. Her real name is said to be extremely earthy, similar to Wang Guihua or Li Fengqin. One of Li Hong's classmates was assigned to a newspaper office after graduation and worked as Hailan's subordinate. "I've seen people who can pretend, but I've never seen people who can pretend so well." Li Hong's classmate was at a loss for words. Not long after, Li Hong attended a pen conference held by a publication from another province. He was accompanied by Hai Lan and young critic Zhao Xing. They met in the VIP hall of the train station, and Li Hong recognized Zhao Xing. He was dressed casually and was sitting on the sofa chatting with a woman. Li Hong thinks that woman should be Hai Lan. She is indeed not young anymore. She is prettier than Li Hong imagined, and much slimmer than her classmates described her. She is wearing a bright floral shirt with elastic material that hugs her body tightly. Her breasts are very eye-catching.

Xu Shitai stepped on a thin layer of snow and walked forward a few steps, then turned back and said to Mr. Liu, "That's it." Mr. Liu, who was standing at the entrance of the village, shook his hands and said, "Yes." Xu Shitai also disturbed his hands. This disturbance caused a crow squatting on the wall to crow a few times, as if asking what the two people had said before, they promised each other so preciously; then, it flew up, circled, drew a big question mark in the sky, and landed on the top of a poplar tree at the edge of the yard behind the house. What did you say? It's just a matter of digging a well, raising funds to dig a well. In recent years, with the drought, the water in Cigou River has become smaller and smaller.