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The more red you see, the more prosperous your gold veins are. This is a jargon often muttered by gold mining men in the mountains. Among the hundreds of gold mining sites in Jinlongyu Village deep in the Yanshan Mountains, the mine owned by brothers Li Long and Li Bao is the most prosperous this year. It is so popular that the gold miners in the village have sparks in their eyes. After brothers Li Long and Li Bao injured three workers in their mining site within half a year, the gold vein became more and more prosperous. At the end of the twelfth lunar month of the year, the two brothers were in the house, working on their calculators for most of the night. They carefully sorted out the dirty income and expenditure account book of the mine site for the past year from beginning to end. After deducting all the expenses of the mine site for the whole year, the net profit was 4.86 Million, and the two brothers each received 2.43 Million.

"Bao Longtou meditates in Kaifeng Mansion..." Father Lao Ji sat cross-legged on the bed, humming a desolate Henan accent. There is a pot of old wine and several plates of braised vegetables on the cool bed. The summer beds are placed in the spacious courtyard, which is filled with the aroma of wine lees. Watching my distant nephew Zhong Leizi directing the men to go out of the brewery, carry wine, and load the vats... Zhongjiazui is located deep in the Jiuwan River. The only building that protrudes from the green forest and blue sea is the thick chimney of the brewing house. Under the chimney is the huge wine cellar. The most intoxicating day for an alcoholic is when the wine cellar is opened. The old wine that has been stored for who knows how many years exudes fragrance in the sealed wine cellar. The smell of the wine can float to Wuling County, a hundred miles away, and make the nostrils of the whole city flutter.

The clouds are light and the wind is gentle, the sun shines through the dense leaves, and condenses with the mist on the ground into colorful light pillars that shine into the ground. "Brother, second brother, it's another good weather." Tao Xiwang stretched himself out of the cellar. While intoxicated in last night's dream, he shouted to the eldest son Sun Zhenglian and the second eldest brother Meng Kuisheng, who were still sleeping soundly. Sun Zhenglian and Meng Kuisheng emerged from the underground cave, throwing their coats on their bodies indiscriminately, rubbing their sleepy eyes and yawning. Tao Xiwang said: "Eldest brother, second brother, I had a good dream last night." The three brothers came here together from Guandong. Tao Xiwang came from Laizhou Prefecture, Shandong Province, Sun Zhenglian came from Dahuaishu, Shanxi Province, and Meng Kuisheng came from Cangzhou, Hebei Province. At that time, Tao Xiwang fainted from hunger and had a high fever in a local temple. He happened to meet Sun Zhenglian and Meng Kuisheng who were coming from behind.

Jin Yanhong was sixteen years old at that time. A sixteen-year-old girl is a corn kernel filled with pulp, round and translucent. When she bites it open, she finds a pocket of water inside! Fresh and tender, crispy and sweet. Jin Yanhong has a slim figure, a well-twisted waist, and a standard beauty that makes people want to take a bite when they see her! Jin Yanhong is the maiden daughter-in-law of Liu Xianzhi in Luming Town. Liu Xianzhi opened a department store in Luming Town, named "Liu Xianzhi Department Store". Liu Xianzhi's son is named Yang Xinhui. He is very shy and smiles when talking to others. He does not have the loud voice or roughness of a boy, and looks like a big girl. Jin Yanhong spoke slowly and softly, like a mosquito or a fly humming. People say these two are a match made in heaven.

The first problem faced by the newly appointed municipal transportation director is to convert the 150 million yuan bridge loan into state investment to reduce the city's financial burden. However, there are many difficulties. The reason was that his financial section chief, Fan Xiaobin, reported to the former director of the Provincial Department of Transportation, which led to his dismissal and angered the provincial department. Just at this time, Zhou Yufei, a beautiful reporter from the city TV station, confided her difficulties to her and asked him to seek justice for Fan Xiaobin. This led to a fierce confrontation between the transportation director and the police station director, and triggered a series of emotional turmoil... New themes, new perspectives, and new reading pleasure, coming from a seemingly unfamiliar but already powerful writer, make us have to look at it with admiration!

In the evening, after Kaichiro Takekura got off the subway station, he walked out of the station and walked two blocks west until he reached the remote neighborhood where his home was located. As he walked, he was thinking about what happened in the company today, and he felt more and more depressed. The company was notified today that for a product that was originally represented by its own company, the agency rights can no longer be maintained. The manufacturer said that it was very dissatisfied with the sales of this product in Tokyo and decided to transfer the agency rights to another company. There were only a few products that the company represented that were profitable, but now one is missing. Although the office buildings and warehouses are its own assets, the company's business is getting worse and worse. Moreover, he felt that Takega Tadayei, as the chairman of the company, seemed to have no solution to this situation.

During breakfast, Jianping and I had a newspaper each as usual. He reads English newspapers and I read Chinese ones. Two immersed people, in their own different interests, work hard to do their daily homework. He reads the international news and financial pages for business; I, like other little women, only pay attention to the entertainment pages. Singer Alan Tam, who claims to be 25 years old, revealed his family secrets in accordance with his father's will after his father's death. After the filial Principal Tan took care of his father's funeral, he went to Radio Hong Kong in person to participate in the "Happy Daily" program.

Early in the morning, Liu Wenyan, who was sleeping soundly, received a call from Zhou Quan. Zhou Quan still said in a furious tone: "Can we make an announcement? There is a hotline, and Qiao Lihua can't go there." The TV reporter went out to interview, and everyone in the station said that it was going to be made. Generally, there are two people in a group: one is the interviewer, who holds a microphone and asks questions face to face; the other is the camera reporter, who carries the camera to shoot from far and near. Qiao Lihua is a thoughtful partner, a female reporter who is as sharp as a blade and as warm as a stove. Recently, she cannot run around because of her pregnancy, so she has to look for Liu Wenyan. Liu Wenyan was once Zhou Quan's intern, and now she is a colleague. Zhou Quan likes to come to her for important interviews. "Borrow the equipment and wait for me. I'll come right away!" Liu Wenyan did not hesitate. "Speed! Speed!" Zhou Quan urged.

After Tianjin was liberated, my father stayed behind to participate in the local construction of Tianjin. Soon, he proposed to the organization that there were many builders in big cities, and there were places where people were more needed. Wherever the difficulties were, he requested that he be allowed to go there. So he came to Suiyuan Province and Hohhot City. After reporting in, I rode for a long time, picked up my mother, and settled into a home. After staying for some time, he felt that he was still in a city, not a difficult place. Following the ideal guide, he asked to work in the Ulanqab grassland, the most bitter and cold Siberian wind outlet in Inner Mongolia, the banner where I was born. Two or three miles away from the flag, there is a small village. Historically, it has been named "Fuguo County". My father said to my mother: The place we are going to is called Fuguo County, and I will be the county magistrate there.

On May 1, 2011, U. S. President Obama announced at the White House that al-Qaeda leader bin Laden had been killed by the U. S. Military. A manhunt that lasted for 10 years, two costly wars on terrorism, and countless casualties of soldiers and civilians finally allowed the Americans to win against bin Laden. But can violence eliminate terror and terrorists? Will the world be a safer place than it was before bin Laden died? Why did one bin Laden turn the world upside down? In this issue, we particularly recommend "The Biography of Bin Laden - The Hidden Life of a Terror Tycoon". The book is written by the famous American biographer Jane Sassen, who has lived in Saudi Arabia and other places for 12 years. Most of the text in the book is narrated personally by Bin Laden's first wife Naiva and fourth son Omar.

One day in early July 2006, Liu Yuehui, a resident of Xiaojiaping Village, got up early and took the early morning bus to Caishan City with the diagnosis certificate issued by the hospital in October last year. When passing Asia Plaza, Liu Yuehui saw a row of promotional display boards placed under the umbrella-like shade of a row of plane trees. Many pedestrians were crowding in front of the display boards to watch. There were several tables placed immediately behind the display board, which were also crowded with people. Out of curiosity, Liu Yuehui walked over and asked a middle-aged woman, "What are you doing here?" The middle-aged woman shook a leaflet in her hand and said, "The Procuratorate is conducting a reporting campaign."

It rained late one night in winter. It's freezing cold. On the Honghu section of the Yangtze River, there is a tugboat moored at a dock in the wilderness. Li Ru would open the window of the tugboat a thin crack, and the cold wind outside the window would come in, making him shiver. He looked nervous. He didn't know what this hungry night meant to him. The crew members left the tug. Li Ruhui was the only one left on the tugboat. Suddenly, someone knocked hard and softly on the door of the tugboat. Li Ru would look through the door and ask who it was. The person outside the door didn't answer him and started knocking again. Li Ru would open the door a crack, and the man would rush in with a strong cold wind. The man turned up his collar and hid his face inside. Li Ruhui could vaguely see that the cotton wool exposed on the collar was yellow, and it might have been wet by water.

Red light, the red light is on at the intersection ahead! Liu Kaijun drove his van out of his home and hit red lights at two intersections in a row. I obviously saw a green light at the third intersection, but when I was almost there, I saw the green light flash twice, and then turned into a red light. He had no choice but to brake and stop there, sitting in the car and waiting quietly for the red light to turn green. Every day when he goes to work in a bookstore or sends his son to school, Liu Kaijun must pass through three or four such intersections. If you don't go smoothly, you may encounter red lights continuously and have to wait for a few seconds or dozens of seconds at each intersection. In fact, not only do we often encounter red lights when driving, we also often encounter red lights in real life.

Liu Zhitie, male, is from Lingyuan, Liaoning Province. He graduated from Chaoyang Second Normal School in 1987. He has been a middle school teacher for many years and now works in the Lingyuan City Historical Records Office. Since he began to experiment with literary creation in 1999, he has published more than 100 essays, essays, and short novels in provincial and municipal newspapers such as Liaoning Daily, Liaoning Legal News, Teachers' News, Classic Essays, Chinese Prose, and Western Liaoning Literature. As the May Day is approaching, the main school got several trucks of vermicelli from other places and called primary schools in each village and asked each school to send someone to collect the vermicelli. Chen, the elder of Beishan Primary School, handed over the matter to the custodian Lao Wei and said: "Each person weighs ten kilograms. There are seventeen of us, a total of one hundred and seventy kilograms. You can find a small car and get it back quickly. Today is Saturday afternoon and there are no students to share it with, so as not to delay class next Monday."

Every year when the Chinese New Year is approaching, the team will pay dividends. This kind of dividend distribution is similar to the distribution of grain. Families with more labor will naturally receive more, while those with less labor will receive less. Some people will borrow money from the production team because their families are in difficulty and cannot make ends meet on weekdays. This money will be deducted from the year-end dividends. Some households in difficulty often do not get any money, but only reduce part of their debts. Because the general environment is similar, families with a lot of labor can get one or two hundred yuan a year, and families with a little labor can get dozens or even more than a dozen yuan. Everyone thinks it is normal. In the next year, all the family's expenses will have to rely on this money, and they have to make careful calculations and spend it. Mother-in-laws who cannot get any money or even have debts will cry and cry, how can they spend this new year! They carried their children and came to the party secretary's house to complain. Zhao Sihai had no choice but to lend them some of his family's dividends. The money was said to be borrowed, but no one could pay it back.

In recent years, there have been frequent activities to take stock of youth years, such as commemorating the number of years since the educated youths went to the countryside, and the number of years since the college entrance examination was resumed. The first thing the organizers thought of was to publish memoirs and picture albums, hoping to restore that period of history with the different expressions of each person who experienced it. I have received several phone calls and emails asking me to write about the life of educated youths and college life. Some people also asked me if I had ever worked in a factory or joined the army. It's a pity that I can't join any group and I'm not qualified. I had never been an educated youth, a worker, a female soldier, nor had I participated in the college entrance examination that everyone was rushing towards at that time. I was just a straggler. Among my peers, my experience may be a bit unique, and writing it down will inevitably be dull, but in any case, it is a growing experience for me personally, and it is the mark left by a small person on the times.

Wu Baoling is an honest person and never thought that one day she would take the lead in petitioning. At first she was just a little anxious and angry. In the mid-term exam, my daughter only scored 69 points out of 100 points in the math paper. Although Liu Yue had heard about this score three days ago from a frustrated Liu Yue, and when she got the report card at the parent-teacher meeting and looked at the rolls with red crosses everywhere, her heart sank, and the tooth that would inevitably hurt in an emergency immediately began to hurt. During the parent-teacher conference, the main subject teacher came to chat for a few minutes each. Wu Baoling listened vaguely to what other teachers said, and her attention was focused on the math teacher. The math teacher's surname was Qi. She was young and had just gotten married during the Spring Festival. She gave wedding candies to the students at the beginning of the school year. Liu Yue took them back to show off. Teacher Qi's voice is not loud, soft and waxy, standard in Mandarin, and is the kind of voice Wu Baoling likes.

When Omu, the Dan Min, was born, the word "dan" had been changed to "". Shortly after the establishment of the new regime, a government counselor from the north in the capital said that the word "worm" under the character "egg" was a sign of discrimination against this ethnic group that lives in boats, regards water as land, and lives in rivers and seas. Some people on the southeast coast disagree with this statement. Today, in Hong Kong, the word "egg" is still used. The people there say that only the word "egg" can express their fate on the water as thin as an eggshell. Like countless ancestors, Omu was naturally born in a house called a "thatched cottage" built on the seaside. "Mao Liao" is somewhat like the stilted buildings in western Hunan today, made of wood, cane poles and cane bark. No one is sure when Omu was born. That day, a rare typhoon ravaged this fishing village called Sha Tin all night long.

The Yangtze River is not only a great mother that nurtures splendid civilization, but sometimes it is a ruthless tyrant that destroys happy homes. Taohua Town, where the Shannan District Government is located, has been ravaged by the Yangtze River for thousands of years. In order to improve the image of the district government and to protect the lives and property of the people in the town, the district government invested nearly 100 million yuan last year to build a four-kilometer-long embankment along the river. The riverside levee, praised by the propaganda media as "a beautiful landscape in Peach Blossom Town", has the scientific name "Yaiai Levee". It is said that the name was chosen by Ouyang Chunshan, the commander-in-chief of the embankment construction and secretary of the district party committee, after soliciting the opinions of people from all walks of life in the district. None of them were satisfied. Finally, his secretary Xiao Lu spent three days and nights looking through classics and checked seven or eight racks of wire-bound books before settling on the name. It means to love the descendants and benefit the people.

Beiping Daizhou Guild Hall, as its name suggests, is named after Daizhou. Daizhou, now Dai County in Shanxi Province, is a state and county with a very special cultural background and geographical location in history. It is located in the northeastern part of Shanxi Province, bounded by the remnants of Beiyue Hengshan Mountain in the north and Wutai Mountain, a Buddhist holy land, in the south. Yanmen Pass within the territory ranks first among the nine fortresses. In the long history, it was an important border city during the confrontation between Song and Liao Dynasties. The ancestral hall of the Yang family generals is located in Dai County. The old and new Guangwu City and Yanmen Pass constitute a world-famous military fortress. --Inscription In the summer of 2011, Mr. Cui Youliang, the former director of Dai County Museum, took his family to travel to Beijing. After returning, I published the article "The Changes of Daizhou Guild Hall" in the 4th issue of "Yanmenguan" magazine in 2012, which left a lot of suspense. Who is the owner of the club? What happened in the guild hall during the important turning period from the Revolution of 1911 to the July 7th Incident?

The Songhua River, the mother river that the citizens of Harbin depended on for survival, was suddenly polluted by "benzene poison", and the blood that nourished the Ice City was immediately cut off. The metropolis with a population of four million suddenly faced an unprecedented and strange flood disaster - a great panic, a great water outage, a great hunger and thirst, a great test... This documentary reveals the "water disaster" Little-known stories during this period, "Grapevine" - Great Dissemination. On November 19, 2005, after the beginning of winter, the Songhua River was slowly flowing with ice blocks, winding through Harbin... However, a piece of shocking news also spread from the upper reaches of the Songhua River into the Ice City, and quickly spread among the people.

In the mid-1990s, one day in late September, the Beijiang City Sports Ground was guarded by armed police since early morning, and everyone who came for morning exercise was persuaded to leave. Riot police with police dogs searched every nook and corner for possible hidden explosives. A few old men who came for morning exercises whispered: "It's so mysterious. Are they going to shoot people and hold a public trial?" At eight o'clock in the morning, the red flags in the sports ground were waved and the loudspeakers played cheerful music. The rostrum was full of people, and the onlookers were on three floors outside. Armed police were maintaining order. The old men were still puzzled: "This is not like shooting people at a public trial?" "Yes, yes. Do you know how to read? Doesn't the banner on the rostrum say 'Beijiang City Police Power Display and the First Police Culture Festival'." A young man sneered at them in a funny way, speaking the next few words in a long voice.

Qian Long, who was chatting with the old principal, glanced at the venue and said, "Xiang... Xiangxiu!" He almost shouted. Qian Long was stunned by the woman in front of him. The woman standing in front of the microphone looked so much like his first love, Xiang Xiu. Thirty-eight hours flow quietly like fine sand in an hourglass. Su Zhenghao has been in Beijing for more than ten days. He hasn't stopped for a day these days. He is either meeting some classmates working in Beijing today or visiting friends tomorrow. He is very busy. The end of September in Beijing is the stage when the sauna weather changes to autumn weather. It feels like there is a fire outside and the air-conditioning is constant indoors every day. Shi Qi cooked some rock sugar, tremella, and lotus seed soup every day to relieve Su Chang from the heat. Unsuitable for the weather in Beijing and the inner pressure, Su Zhenghao, who had never caught a cold, still caught a hot cold and kept coughing every day.

Yuwen Shoujie was born during the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty, especially in northern China, storytelling was extremely popular, not only in the imperial city of Beijing, but also in Tianjin. Next are Jinan, Fengtian and Yingkou... The most popular place in Tianjin storytelling is "Three No Matters". In fact, this place, like the Tianqiao in Beijing and the Confucius Temple in Nanjing, is a place where poor people gather and entertainers gather. The people who come to "Sanguer" to listen to storytelling are not only poor people, but also wealthy people. At that time, the most representative wealthy families in Tianjin were known as the "Eight Great Families". They are said to be wealthy families, but some of them also come from scholarly families. In addition to the "Eight Families", there is another family, known as the "Ximen Liyu Family". The Yu family, whose surname is Yuwen, is because their ancestors fled to Tianjin from Shanxi. They later made a fortune doing business in Tianjin, so they purchased real estate in the old town of Ximenli, Tianjin, and have taken root in Tianjin ever since.

Time is like a shovel that never rusts. Its greatest function is to allow us to use it to bury periods of suffering, experiences, past events, and relationships. Many people and things, no matter how unforgettable and unforgettable they once were, will be buried cleanly without any trace as long as you hold this shovel in your hand. When I met Qian Xiang, I was already the deputy general manager of Shuangcheng Cultural Consulting Co., Ltd., With an annual salary of 250,000, and was preparing to establish my own company. As soon as I saw this name and its owner, I couldn't help but want to laugh and said: "Women are so popular when they have money." Qian Xiang corrected: "It should be that men are more popular when they have money." I thought it was right, so I laughed. Qian Xiang smiled lightly, and the dimples on his face seemed to be filled with the fragrant Maotai, which almost made me faint on the high-backed chair.

Migratory birds are coming. Migratory birds come every year, and each year must come earlier than the previous year. This is not because of global warming or the extension or shortening of the breeding season, but because of livelihood constraints. Of course, migratory birds are not birds either. They are human beings, people with status who usually stay in big cities or small cities called universities or colleges. As soon as the enrollment season comes, they forget their identities, take off their vests, and turn into birds. They come alone or in groups, in cars or drives, to seek a living in our countryside. If the spring breeze is successful and the journey goes smoothly, of course, you will return with a full load, put on your vest again, and start a new life. If they are defeated in Maicheng and left empty-handed, some of them will not be able to change back to their human form, but will still be birds and fly directly to other places to climb higher branches. We know that no species exists forever. This new species that was bred due to enrollment began around 2003. Of course, birds are hierarchical, just like people.

Cao Chushi is a teacher, a middle school teacher, a middle school English teacher, and a second-grade English teacher at Guyang Middle School in Huizhou Prefecture. Before that, he was the deputy director of a department in Huizhou Prefecture. How come he became the king of children in Guyang Middle School? We have to start from the beginning. Three years ago, Deputy Director Cao felt extremely depressed after being exhausted at work. He didn't even eat dinner, so he couldn't wait to take a bus, crossed the Dengfeng Bridge, and climbed Qiyun Mountain. The company has learned from the past. Anyone who is asked to talk to Director Wang of the "Revolutionary Committee" after get off work will be escorted or sent to a quiet place on the second or at the latest the third day. He will not even have time to say hello to his family.

Rong Chang, female, born in 1979. Started writing in 2002. The novel has been published in "Yellow River", "Xiamen Literature", "Urban Literature", "Shanxi Literature", "South" and other publications. His works have been selected into "Selected Novels", "Beijing Literature Novella Monthly", "Selected Novels", etc. The novel "Flower Shadow" was published by Shenzhen Haitian Publishing House. The heavy rain, carrying some tiny grains of sand, fell into the eyes of the city, making the cold buildings and high-rise buildings blurred with tears during the day. After a while, there were no more pedestrians on the road, and only a sound of raindrops could be heard hitting the road, venting personal anger in the night in a simple and easy-to-understand manner. Many shops closed early, and the rolling shutters pulled down cold faces. A lost bird is hovering over the road, looking for the remaining beauty left by the sun in the midst of people and cars.

Everyone knows that on an occasion like tonight, the second master can only play a supporting role to his brother and my uncle. Although the second master is 1.90 Meters tall, tall and tall, with a bald head and hawk-like eyes, he can be regarded as a burly man wherever he goes. In Jiangnan, where elegance is the most beautiful place, he looks even more abrupt and fierce, but the second master does not deserve the top spot and is not worthy. The gas lamp hissed, as if there were many active snake lizards curled up, and the cold light as white as snow formed a dramatic and tragic contrast with the boundless ink outside the circle. The second master's stature, the light only illuminated the bridge of his nose and the lower half of his face. His head was half black and half white, neither yin nor yang, floating in the air mysteriously and ghostly, with a cold and murderous aura. The atmosphere was very solemn and the voices were solid, but there were two forces entangled, competing and confronting in the dark.

It stands to reason that Zhong Heng cannot attend this top university in the country. As a senior in high school studying liberal arts, his math scores fluctuated around the passing line in every mock test. Unexpectedly, he placed a satellite in the college entrance examination and scored 148 out of 150 points. Zhong Heng stared at the computer and shouted, "Isn't it right? I scored less than 90 points in total." Meng Yimei stepped forward and said, "Did you take the test?" "Ah, shit, is there something wrong with the computer?" "The computer will still make mistakes?!" Zhong Heng turned off the score checking system and re-entered his name, admission number and ID number. "It's still 148. Let's go to the examination institute to check this afternoon..." Before Zhong Heng could finish speaking, he received a slap on the back. "Are you fucking stupid?! It's Guanyin Bodhisattva who has blessed you to go to a good university! I usually burn incense to offer to Buddha, but you two are always complaining. Is this not working anymore?!"

After a day of class, the friction between classmates has accumulated for a whole day. Coupled with the teacher's praise and criticism, the friction becomes even more serious. School is over, the teacher is gone, and there is no one to restrain me. No matter how good the time is, it would be too boring to go home without releasing the accumulation of the day. So, the quarrels, fights, pranks, and people who deliberately refused to go home for fun all happened during the period after school. Li Wensheng's kindness to me was especially shown at this time. People like me never have the courage to quarrel and fight with others. When I am bullied, my anger goes to the top of my head, but I still can't take any action. When the school bell rang every day, Li Wensheng would call my name first, so that the whole class could hear it.

Xie Guan stood in front of the bedroom window. Dusk has deepened, and there are still a few sunset glows on Lashi Mountain in the distance. To the south, the towering Wenbi Peak looks like a black penholder. Outside the window is a vegetable garden with apple trees growing on the four corners. A yellow hen fluttered its wing feathers across the green vegetable patch and ran towards the wall. The little black dog raised by the landlady was chasing after me, wagging its tail. The chicken coop in the corner was moved to the yard three days ago. The yellow hen flew up to the apple tree, jumped onto the courtyard wall, trotted all the way to the garden gate, and flew into the small courtyard with a swish. The little black dog barked at the garden gate. Xie Guan heard the landlady walking down the stairs from upstairs, which was a wooden staircase with a rattling sound. The door of Xie Guan's bedroom is next to the garden gate. The eldest father walked to the garden gate, coughed, opened the iron buckle, and pushed the garden gate open. The little black dog jumped over the threshold, circled between the eldest father's legs, and bit into the hem of the eldest father's clothes without letting go.

Wu Yeping worked as a professional manager all his life. After leaving his job, he sat at home and waited for retirement, but suddenly he became his own boss. The incident started in Lin Zhong, a young man from Shandong whose name looked like the Liangshan hero "Lin Chong". Lin used to work as a salesperson in a Taiwan-funded company. Later, because he had control over the orders, he registered his own company and continued to supply the Shenhuang Group where Wu worked. Because of this relationship, Lin respected Wu very much, always calling him "big brother" when he spoke, and even hired Wu as a "consultant" for his company.

Lao Qu made a special trip from Beijing. It was raining. He said on the phone that he would arrive at eight o'clock in the morning and asked me if he could do it. He was afraid that I wouldn't be able to get up. I said OK, no problem. Sure enough, he came on time at eight o'clock. It is still raining. It should be said that this rain is the first autumn rain in Shenyang, and the always sentimental old song has become more sentimental in the autumn rain. A sixty-year-old man, even though he was wearing a contemporary T-shirt, even though his waist was still straight and straight, and even though his curly hair was still fluffy and elegant with an artistic flair, he really couldn't hide the fatigue caused by a night's journey - his eye sockets were sunken and his voice was hoarse. Over the past few years, Laoqu has been accustomed to this route from Shenyang to Beijing. He used to search for or carry piano wood on this route to make violins for others.

For the fifth time in a week, she was listening to the same music in the same position when he entered. That's right, the same one. Routine questions, expected answers. Everything is business as usual, normal. He could have left, but didn't. Isn't he a bit cumbersome, she thought? It is close to seeing, hearing and asking everything down to the smallest details. The music continues. How long is a piece of music? She was distracted. But at the same time, I suddenly realized that there had been two times during which the music stopped and started again, and it was still the same melody. What I turned on was the single loop mode. The endless loop back and forth. Small beads of sweat arose on her neck under his gentle touch. The slight stickiness conveyed a refreshing coolness, making her feel a burning sensation on his fingertips. He said, so be it. Remember to sleep on your back, and stick to sleeping on your back. Outside the window, there was a sudden loud crashing sound.

After the Peach Blossom Flood, Zishui gradually calmed down. At Popoya Ferry, people were chatting and waiting for the ferry. A middle-aged and young man raised his hand to say hello to Monk Yuanman who was walking from a distance. "Master Yuanman, are you crossing the river or taking to the street?" The man was from Queping, Duhe. "Amitabha! I'm going to the street. Donor, are you going home?" Hearing the shout, Monk Yuanman stopped his confused thoughts and answered the question knowingly out of courtesy. Of course, the two of them are old acquaintances. In the spring of last year, he went to his house to pray for saplings. Everyone said that the family members did not lie, but Monk Yuanman deliberately concealed the fact that he was going to see Dr. Murong. Maybe this wasn't called lying, because they didn't ask him what he was doing on the street. He then bowed to the others and walked forward again.

It was noon, and the sun was shining all over the Central Plains. Wenxiu wore a straw hat, a bundle of grass under his arm, and an old shovel on his shoulder. He returned home from the fields in a hurry. There is a large poplar tree with lush branches in her yard, which provides a shade for the small farmyard. There were chickens, sheep, pigs and dogs swarming around listlessly under the tree. They might be seeking shelter from the summer heat and looking for food when they were hungry. Wen Xiu first put the grass next to the pig's mouth. The fifty-sixty-pound Landrace pig suddenly became full of energy and chewed the fresh pig grass with relish. The chickens and sheep also came to join in the fun and forage in the grass. Every day when Wenxiu came back from the fields, she would always pull some grass to satisfy their hunger, thus saving some pig food.

The employees of Xiao Hutong Restaurant are two men and two women. The two men are Erlaizi, who is in charge of the ladle, and Hu Xiaokai, who is the buyer; the two women are Gong Xiaobei, the half-boss, and the receptionist. It's okay with Erlaizi, and it's okay with Hu Xiaokai and Gong Xiaobei. The four of them live in the same village and now work together, so they have a pretty good relationship. It's just that Hu Xiaokai is chasing Gong Xiaobei, and now he's chasing the second son. This way, it's a little "different". However, the relationship between the two couples is still up in the air and neither one has been finalized, so the friendship between the four people is still good. The pair who obviously couldn't decide were Er Laizi and Ji Er. Later, he wanted to "correct" Erlaizi's problem of stretching his neck and raising his chin, but Erlaizi was not happy.

Today's scholars who are around sixty years old may have a little bit of Russian complex, whether it is mild or severe. Once this complex is formed, it will accompany you for life, and may even affect your life path, artistic taste, and lifestyle. It can be seen from this that the influence of literature and art is so profound and long-lasting. It is no wonder that politicians with great talents, broad vision and far-sightedness pay special attention to the role of literature and art. The rest of my life was also late. During the Sino-Soviet honeymoon period, I was still a child. To put it bluntly, my initial favorable impression of the Soviet Union came not from songs, movies, literature, and paintings, but from biscuits. I was born in a little-known small county. When I was in the third grade of elementary school, my eldest brother-in-law returned from the Soviet Union to visit relatives. He is the first student studying in the Soviet Union in our county. He is very tall, handsome and elegant.

Zhang Xiaoqian never dreamed that she would be with Xiuren. The feelings came quietly and extremely quickly, like a huge wave, and the whole heart was immersed in it. It is said that their relationship became close because of Xiu Ren's "brave act for justice". As the semester comes to an end, the dance teacher begins to prepare for the annual student dance competition in Huaqiao Town. As a special student Zhang Xiaoqian who is good at dancing, she is naturally a popular candidate for the lead dance position. The dance partners, who were originally in a harmonious atmosphere, all became secretive, and gathered together in twos and threes to whisper.

In Guiwang Mountain, a mountainous area with a radius of hundreds of miles, swordsman Ding Qi is an anomaly. For people who live on the edge of a knife, most swordsmen form groups in small or small groups so that they can be taken care of, but Ding Qi never mixes with others, and he does not engage in whoring and gambling like other swordsmen. What's even more surprising is that Ding Qi has been a swordsman for more than ten years, and his men have rarely been stained with blood, let alone died. In addition, Ding Qi had contacts with the leaders and leaders of various hills, so even though he was doing business alone, he did it smoothly. On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, Ding Qi got up early, carried his shaving burden, and went into the mountains early, preparing to complete the last business of the year and have a good New Year.

Sosuke and Ami live in a world within the gate. They became husband and wife due to an accidental encounter. They fed each other with sweet love inside the gate. But when they went out, they were spurned by society and experienced the pain of deviating from morality. Compared with the simple Ami, Zongsuke is tortured by guilt all the time. In order to stay away from it all, he escapes to a temple in the mountains, hoping that Zen learning can open the locked door in his heart. However, his practice encountered more doors, and he could not muster the courage to open them anyway. He could only stand outside the door forever, staring at his lonely self...

"I Am a Cat" is based on the daily life of the main character, middle school teacher Jinno Kusami. With the help of a cat's vision, hearing and feeling, it intersperses the conflicts between neighbor capitalist Kaneda's attempt to marry a girl and his plot to retaliate against Kusami. It mocks the intellectuals of the Meiji era. It satirizes the empty spiritual life of intellectuals who claim to be noble but do nothing; they are dissatisfied with reality but unable to resist; they are mediocre and boring, but they denounce the contradictory character of the world, and lash out at the snobbish, vulgar and cruel nature of Kaneda and other bourgeois figures and their accomplices. The novel has ingenious conception, exaggerated description, flexible structure and distinctive artistic features.

As usual, Frost finished his coffee and opened the floor-to-ceiling windows to enjoy the harmonious sunshine, but found that the balcony was different from before. He quickly stepped back from the floor-to-ceiling window, took out the handkerchief from his pocket and covered his nose, and yelled at Emily who was watering the flowers on the balcony and humming a tune: "Why are you planting flowers? Do you want to poison me? Don't you know that I am extremely allergic to pollen?" "Are you allergic to pollen?" Emily Putting down the flower waterer in his hand, he said, "I've been living in your house all these years, but I've never heard you say anything about this problem." "When have you ever seen a flower in my apartment? Really! I've never seen a maid as careless as you!" "It's the housekeeper!" Blake protested from the living room. He is Frost's twin brother and they lived together in an orphanage as children.

Zhao Jianguo, Wu Guangrong, Wang Jianzhuang and Qiu were already playing mahjong in Xikelai and were arrested by the Public Security Bureau. They were in room 8318, and while they were talking, someone knocked on the door. Qiu had already said: "Please come in. There was no sound, and the door continued to knock. "Come in, Qiu had already said, "Knock on the devil. Qiu was already in a bad mood today. He always lost. He thought he was a waiter, so he was speechless. When Zhao Jianguo saw it, the small bolt of the door was upside down. How could he get in? "Who locked the door. With that said, Zhao Jianguo stood up and opened the door. Qiu was already worried that he would look at his cards, so he slapped the upright mahjong pieces on the card table. As soon as the door opened, six or seven people came in, but there was no waiter. Someone shouted: "People from the Public Security Bureau, please don't move."

The author narrates the story from the perspective of first-person autobiography, allowing readers to experience the last few years of his life almost like the protagonist. His simple language and relaxed tone make people feel the weight of his "living" more and more: After the land was forcibly expropriated, the land-loving old farmer Ding Waiwai only had two stolen pieces of land between two factories, which became the last hope for his life and the life of his later disabled son. In order to keep the last two points of land, Ding Waiwai resorted to the last resort of Chinese farmers, death. We cannot simply think that this is a strategy of Ding Waiwai, but a huge metaphor: land is undoubtedly the root of farmers. What is worrying is how long can the root that Ding Waiwai temporarily preserved for his son Guniu with his life last? Ding Waiwai, who committed suicide by drinking yellow phosphorus, and Guniu, who was severely burned by yellow phosphorus and lost his reproductive capacity, gave us cruel answers.

A rare heavy rain fell all night, causing a polder to collapse. The lake flooded more than 300 acres of rice seedlings in the village, and also took away accountant Jichuan's youngest daughter, Zhenzhu. Uncle Ji Chuan, who lost his beloved daughter, focused on the overall situation, hid his grief in his heart, and went with "I" (Lingjiao) to remove seedlings for the village, and finally succeeded in finding the seedlings. But Uncle Ji Chuan encountered an accident after notifying the village of the good news of finding the rice seedlings.

Serious crimes occurred one after another, and the crime process was exquisite and cruel, but the murderer seemed to be nowhere to be found. Watson, Dai Meng and Lao Jiang were appointed as micro-reaction experts at the critical moment, looking for clues during surveillance and interrogation. Autopsy, surveillance, disguise, tracking and counter-tracking, interrogation and counter-interrogation, love, inferior human nature, vicious layout, detection of the mole... The case has been reversed again and again. When the truth is gradually revealed, the clues are suddenly cut off, Lao Jiang is killed and is on the verge of blindness, Watson resolutely throws himself into the enemy camp... This book is not just a suspense! For many years, the author has been involved in researching and handling criminal cases in charge of the Public Security Bureau, and job-related crime cases in charge of the Discipline Inspection Commission and the Anti-Corruption Bureau. He has lectured and exchanged with a large number of front-line investigators of domestic judicial agencies. His rich accumulation and experience have created the unique "Controller" series.

This book tells the story of the adolescent growth of a boy in a small village. Faced with the awakening of sexual consciousness, the shortcomings of parents in life, and various external temptations, how does the protagonist grow up strong and stubborn?

The short story "The Wild Flowers Are Blooming" tells the story of a young female teacher, Su Pu, who lives and teaches in a mountain village. It contrasts and describes various things such as children's innocence and schools influenced by the secular world, highlighting the protagonist's persistent pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty. The writing is clear and fascinating to read.