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Songcun, under the leadership of the women's director Zhao Qiuling, was preparing to set up a paper mill. It worked hard to raise nearly 70,000 yuan in start-up capital, but it faced layers of exploitation and exploitation by agencies at all levels. When this amount of funds was exhausted in the process of obtaining approvals and other cumbersome procedures, the paper mill had not yet been completed brick by brick. In order to pay off the funds raised, the desperate Zhao Qiuling finally reached the point of no return. The novel reveals the harsh environment of village-run enterprises in a heavy tone, which has profound practical significance.

"My" fourth brother Liu Sixi, a loyal and honest migrant worker, went home to celebrate the New Year. Because he was loyal and wanted to earn more money, he worked overtime and worked day and night. Finally, he completed the task on time and received his wages. But in the end, he was overworked and passed away in his sleep while lying on a chair in the hospital's charging hall. The villagers could only drag the fourth child's body to "go home for the New Year."

The elderly care problem in Chinese society is a very serious problem. The protagonist is a 113-year-old woman, who is the great-grandmother in her family. However, six of her relatives passed away before her: her eldest son died of meningitis when she was 8 years old, her daughter drowned when she was 15 years old, her husband fell from a tree and died when she was 42 years old, her last son died of illness at the age of 49, her daughter-in-law died at the age of 63, and her great-grandson also died in a work accident before she got married. Currently, he is supported by his grandson Shixiong, his grandson's daughter-in-law Yurong, and his great-grandson Xiaowei. Shixiong and other caregivers believe that many relatives died before the elderly because their great-grandmother robbed them of their male life, and they are always worried that they will also suffer the same fate. Therefore, they all hope that their great-grandmother will die early to eliminate potential threats...

From the perspective of a pregnant woman, the author describes the birth and life stories of herself, her relatives, and the mothers in the same ward. These stories are both happy and tragic, reflecting the diversity of human nature in society and the diversity of people's destinies.

Liu Xueying's life is like a catastrophe. Her son is a fool, her daughter is still young, her husband is not even the fifth in name, and one or two acres of the family's land has been taken up by the second. The beautiful flowers and full moon she yearned for were not in her husband's head. Desperate, she came to Shenzhen with a cross-stitch painting of "Flowers and Full Moon" and sought refuge with her "sister-in-law" Wu Peiyun. In this big family, she is just an outsider with no status. She has to think about how to lay a solid foundation for herself in this place full of overt and covert struggles. She walked cautiously, walking on thin ice, towards the beautiful flowers and full moon that she longed for.

Attracted by the preferential policies of the county government, Niu Laoqi moved his family to Pan Town from his hometown of Xiaogan Village. He opened a Ruziniu Restaurant and Inn, and a river beach by the Pan Town River, and invited other family members to work for him. After the river sand field was successfully established, Hu Chengjin, who was transporting sand for him, felt that he was not generous and unloyal, so he played tricks on him. For the sake of profit, he asked his sister-in-law Chun'er, who was favored by Hu Chengjin and urgently needed money to send his brother to college, to accompany Hu Chengjin. Eventually, his brother Niu Laojiu discovered him and threw Hu Chengjin from upstairs to his death.

Tang Feng, a college student, quit his high-paying job in order to build up his hometown of Willow Bay and returned to his hometown to run for village director. After becoming the village director, Tang Feng took a series of measures and great changes took place in Willow Bay. Tang Feng also fell in love with the girl he admired, but his father's sudden collapse forced him to return to the south...

A "successful person" in the city plans to hold a "money-burning" literary grand prix before his appearance, which attracts a group of "literary people" and triggers a hilarious farce. However, Wen Jun, the editor of the publishing house, discovers the unknown past of this "rich man" by chance. Purity and turbidity, fame and fortune, are about to be staged.

Yi Qing, the murderer of his classmate, was his father who had exposed traffic accidents. When he stabbed his classmate with a knife, his father lamented in despair that "a good boy is a double-edged sword!" His father said: "For so many years, we have been praising him, praising her, and praising him every day. He has been receiving such stimulation every moment. As time goes by, it is like being brainwashed. Only the good cells are left in his brain, and there are no bad ones left. That's why he can't bear it..."

When Officer Ryder saw the manor, all the memories came back. He's been here, he knows everything here. Young Charles Ryder met Sebastian, the handsome son of a marquis, at Oxford University, and entered Brideshead Manor through Sebastian's introduction. Since then, the manor has left an indelible mark on Charles' life. He developed an unspeakable relationship with a brother and sister, and witnessed the disintegration of a family. Sebastian's father abandoned his family and lover and settled abroad; his religious mother became increasingly crazy and put heavy shackles on her children in the name of love. Young Sebastian longed to break away from the prison of his family but was unable to do so. He drank all day long and eventually left his hometown and lived in poverty for the rest of his life. The young and beautiful eldest daughter Julia also gave up her love and happiness early because she could not get rid of the shackles of faith.

When she was a child, her parents had no time to take care of Qianhui and threw her back to her hometown where her aunt had been widowed for many years. They may have thought that this was not to trouble her, but to show sympathy for her. Qianhui spent several winter and summer vacations with her aunt, who liked to comb her hair and match it with various cheap hair accessories. Every time she takes Qianhui home, Qianhui's mother complains that her aunt dresses Qianhui in a fancy way, like a "female sparrow." "Nvquezi" is a local curse word, describing a woman who is showy, immoral, and seductive. Unfortunately, when Qianhui was 12 years old, Qianhui's father was seduced by a "female sparrow" and died. Qianhui's father was a driver at his workplace. Once he asked a woman to go for a ride, and they had been dating for some time. The two went to the suburbs. On the way back late at night, Qianhui's father, who was overtired, had a car accident. This cause of his death greatly diminished his wife's grief, but aroused another kind of shame. She often felt dizzy and fell down.

I have never experienced as strongly as I did when I read "White Deer Plain", the huge and strange charm formed by the completely contradictory factors of silence and movement, stability and chaos, space and time. The ancient Bailuyuan stands quietly on the land of Guanzhong. It has stood for thousands of years. I felt like a wanderer coming to its side to look at it at sunset. Except for the curling smoke and the barking of dogs, the surroundings were peaceful. Summer rain, winter snow, spring planting, autumn harvest, carrying on the family line, worshiping heaven and ancestors, the ancestral hall is filled with the incense of benevolence and righteousness, and the village lanes are filled with the simple rural customs. This mood is like the slowly turning water mill, heavy and long.

One of the things Zhang Zhengshan was most urgent and afraid to do later was to look up the college entrance examination scores for his daughter Zhang Yuan. This was because he had already had the same experience twice. For Zhang Zhengshan, the process from equal grading to checking scores is really anxious, tortured and frightening. My daughter Zhang Yuan is in the fifth grade of high school and is taking the college entrance examination for the third time. Now, Zhang Zhengshan is waiting for his daughter to come back from the exam. He stretched his neck out from the balcony with all his strength, and his gray head was like an old gourd suspended in the air by the sun, swinging back and forth from side to side. For a whole afternoon, Zhang Zhengshan's neck stretched and twisted like this, as if he was trying to find a long-lost family heirloom on the moving street. At about half past five, the bright red document bag in the hand of his daughter Zhang Yuan came into his sight in a flash.

One day in 1932, under the instruction of Ma Zhanshan, a Northeastern Volunteer Army of more than 20,000 people from Heilongjiang, led by Li Haiqing, secretly crossed the Songhua River in preparation for a surprise attack on Xinjing, the puppet Manchukuo state, to capture the young emperor Puyi and overthrow the puppet Manchukuo state. Unexpectedly, before the troops arrived in Nong'an County, they were discovered by the Jilin traitor Xiqia, who deployed heavy troops on the way to Xinjing. Haiqing had no choice but to first capture Fuyu County in Jilin and use it as a temporary base camp. After a period of rest, they sent heavy troops to attack Nong'an, preparing to remove the biggest obstacle to Xinjing - Nong'an County. The rebel army's 20,000 troops besieged Nong'an for three days and three nights. After fighting hard, the city of Nong'an was turned into a sea of ​​flames. The sky was filled with smoke and the ground was stained with blood.

Liu Xu hid the adultery between Yu Shangui and Xu Na as if he were eating a piece of mouse droppings. Yu Shangui offered to be the head of the secretarial department in exchange, but Liu Xu refused. Yu Shangui was still worried, so he finally gave Liu Xu the title of deputy section chief. Somehow something went wrong and Wang Di got the news of their adultery. Liu Xu could swallow this piece of rat shit, but Wang Di couldn't swallow it. He rushed to Yu Shangui's office with a knife to settle the score with him. Liu Xu didn't want to get involved in this matter, but when things came to pass, he couldn't help but rush forward. As a result, he injured his wrist ligaments and almost became disabled. While Liu Xu was hospitalized, Bai Xiaoqing visited him every day.

The setting sun slants on the gilded rubble, the Cangshan Mountain reflects the snow, and the eyes are filled with bright colors. The carved buildings and painted buildings in the mountains are crisscrossed, and the palace walls and houses are lined up in rows. It suddenly seems that it is a small and unique palace, where the imperial mausoleum of Li Tang Dynasty is located. The main body of the entire imperial mausoleum was built against the mountain, and houses were built in the mountain for people to live in. Li Mingde also ordered people to hollow out the mountain as a tomb, leaving only a main road connected with the outside, and a separate place was built specifically for Bai Qian. Chu Wushuang stood at the end of the plank road, watching as the guards opened the mechanism at the same time, the boulder slowly rose, and the setting sun rushed into the outer chamber of the tomb. Chu Wushuang walked a few steps forward and blocked the entrance. With a stern look on his face, Chu Wushuang said, "This is where the White Queen's coffin is. To show respect, it is not suitable for many people to disturb me. I will go in alone. You guys stay here and listen to my orders." Several guards nodded solemnly, and Chu Wushuang stepped forward.

"If you are going to suffer, you should suffer in the interest of the country." – Jawaharlal Nehru, in 1948, addressing villagers uprooted by the construction of the Hirakud Dam. I stood on the hill and laughed loudly. I took a boat across the Narmada from Jalsindhi and landed on a narrow strip of land on the other side. From there, between several low, barren hilltops, I could see the seat of the tribes Sikka, Surung, Neemgavan and Domkhedi. I can see their light, airy and delicate home. I could see the fields and forest behind the house. I could see the kids trotting along with their little goats, like peanuts with a motor on them.

Since I was ten years old, I have always wanted to be a world-renowned writer, and by the time I was thirty, I would win several Nobel Prizes for Literature. However, when I graduated from college and was about to put my ideals into action, my old father, who depended on me for life, solemnly told me that from tomorrow onwards I would be a thief. It was like a dice suddenly rolling out seven, which made me dumbfounded. My father is a thief. He is seventy-three years old this year. I think you will be very surprised. I have also puzzled over this: How can a seventy-three-year-old old man have a twenty-three-year-old son? Adopted? Or an abandoned baby picked up on the street? All my guesses disappeared when I looked in the mirror. I can see that, fifty years from now, that face of my father will be unreservedly transferred to mine.

Ran Shike followed his mother and walked up the mountain. The rain was still falling. Although it was not heavy, it could not last long and soaked a mountain road to pieces. Even though he specially changed into a pair of sneakers, he still slipped a few times and his calves couldn't help but feel tight. He glanced at his mother who was walking in front, holding a large woven bag in her hand. Her legs bumped as she walked, but she was still very steady. This made him embarrassed. It seemed that he had indeed stayed in the city for too long, and that he no longer knew how to walk on mountain roads. Mother suddenly said, take out the umbrella and open it. He said it was even harder to walk with an umbrella. My mother said unhappily that my head would itch when it rained without an umbrella, and I had only been bathing for two days. Ran Shike realized that it was his mother who needed an umbrella. He didn't dare to disobey anymore. He insisted on going to the mountain to sweep the tomb today. His mother said that it was neither a memorial day nor Qingming Festival, so what kind of tomb could he be sweeping? He said that he finally had time to return to his hometown, so he had to pay homage to his father.

This "once-in-a-hundred-year" heavy rain really came at the wrong time. Liu Chengyin was working hard to develop special aquaculture in Heigaodang, but God sent a rain. Newspapers, TV, and radio first said it was a "once-in-a-century event," but later changed their tone and said it was "a once-in-a-century event." On July 2, 1989, the sky tilted toward the southeast and it rained heavily. Chu County suddenly became a "Zhe Country". Large areas of sunken fields appeared on both sides of the Yangshan Highway, large areas of sunken fields appeared on both sides of the Chudong Highway, and large areas of sunken fields appeared on both sides of the Beiyan Highway... On July 5, heavy rains, heavy rainstorms, and extremely heavy rains continued to escalate. By 23:00, the water level in Chu County exceeded the highest record in history. Chucheng was completely surrounded by water and flooded.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Meiyun from the office came out of the bathhouse and heard someone shouting in the distance. When I looked back, I saw Huang Ailing, the fat man from the labor union, running staggeringly from the other side of the cafeteria. Before Fatty Huang could catch his breath, he started shouting at Lu Meiyun, "I think you don't want to take the bonus, go take a shower at work." I knew you must be taking a shower. Fatty Huang has a thick body but a thin voice. His voice is high and sharp, which sounds very harsh. However, Lu Meiyun and Fatty Huang were very close, so Lu Meiyun didn't feel harsh when hearing Fatty Huang's words. Lu Meiyun smiled, wiped the water from her hair, and said, when are you going to pay bonuses to the factory? I have long forgotten what the bonus looks like.

There are two things that become more magical the more I think about them, and the more awe fills me in my heart: the starry sky above my head and the moral code in my heart. --Excerpted from a doctor's notes. The heavy snowfall that had not happened in the history of Jiangdong for fifty years was so majestic that the mountains, rivers and mountains lowered their heads high in the snow. The city that used to be so noisy now honestly slowed down its pace, squirming and crawling, clumsily and cutely. But in front of the Renhua Hospital Affiliated to Jiangdong Medical University, it was never quiet. An ambulance roared in - two cars collided on the airport highway, causing a rear-end collision with five cars. About five people were injured, one of whom was a pregnant woman...

This is an orchard surrounded by mountains on three sides. In autumn, the scenery of the orchard is beautiful. On the hillside in front, there is a large slab of Waniu Stone. Before the orchard was established, girls and boys often came here to talk about love. Since the orchard was built and someone took care of it, few people come here. Ma Zhongwu, the party branch secretary of Zhashugou Brigade, sat alone on Wanniu Stone, thinking about his thoughts while admiring the beautiful scenery here. He was in a bit of a bad mood today and came here specifically to relieve his worries. At noon, under the sunshine, the scenery in the orchard is even more charming. The fruit trees on the hillside are full of fruits and the branches are covered with red luster and filled with rich and fragrant fruit fragrance.

Wang Shiyue was born in Hubei in the 1970s. He began publishing novels in 2000. He has published four novels: "Fidget", "Area 31", "Living Creatures" and "Big Brother". The short and medium-length novels "National Order", "Youth Journey" and "White Zebra" have more than one million words, and the essays "Looking for Relatives" and "There is Always a Glimmer of Light" etc. His works have been selected into "Novel Monthly", "Xinhua Digest", "Novel Selections", "Works and Controversies", "Novel Monthly", "Prose Overseas Edition" and dozens of annual anthologies and multiple rankings. He is now a member of the Chinese Writers Association and a contracted writer of Dongguan University of Literature. This is one of the signed works. The fugitive said: Monk, I know you are deaf, but your heart is not deaf. They say you are blind, but your heart is clear.

The setting sun is like a grapefruit that cannot be picked, red and orange, suspended high in the sky. What Fulin took out from the cave under the roots of the grapefruit tree and scattered them were only fragments of ant nests and ants. These things were all over his head and feet and the ground. The autumn wind seems to have just emerged from the cracks in the ground, bathing in the smell of earth and the fragrance of green grass, one after another. Debris was scattered all over the ground. The bereaved black ants and yellow ants panicked and fled in all directions. Ten meters around, the dark mass of wounded and disabled soldiers was particularly eye-catching in the fading sunlight. Several yellow ants crawled along the heels and crawled into the leg of Fulin's trousers, inch by inch, until they crawled toward his crotch. Some even climbed onto the thing he was peeing on and bit into his vagina. He was so numb that he didn't react at all, as if his body belonged to someone else.

In Kamakura, there is a stationery shop that helps people write for others. Every generation of shop owners are women. They will accept any entrustment, even if it is a restaurant menu. Unknowingly, Hatoko Amamiya became the 11th generation. The misunderstanding with her grandmother and the fear of starting to live alone in the world made her full of confusion. Letters of condolence to deceased pets, announcement letters announcing divorce, rejection letters refusing to lend money, breakup letters to close friends... Ghostwritten letters are the realistic life of the guests, and are also lessons in life.

During a late-night phone call, he sobbed to his mother on the other end of the phone. I know this makes you worried, but your body is really tired.

In the deep and boundless sky, ancient Greek myths and epics are like a river of stars, shining brightly. The Eastern Mediterranean has a mountainous coast with many islands floating on the blue waves. It is a fairyland paradise of myths and epics. Gods and heroes in myths and epics were fighting on the "wine-blue sea". While the battle was in full swing, the history of Europa was quietly born. The author follows the ethereal place names in the myth, searches up and down the modern world, explores the boundary between history and myth, lifts the veil of myth, and gets a glimpse of the origin of Europa, the volcano that destroys the myth, the frown of the goddess' hometown, the shining gold of the Greek hero... The myth is long, but the fragments of history are flying everywhere. Travel notes, myths, epics, and character stories are interspersed with each other. When readers open the book, it is like opening a door to different time and space and traveling through thousands of years.

There is a place near London, isolated from the world, with beautiful scenery, and a small river called the Bride flowing quietly. Brideshead Manor, an ancient mansion built in the mid-to-late 18th century, has experienced silence and long years of care. It is just a house locked in the world and experiencing changes and decline. Sebastian, the "beautiful boy under the tree", and Charles, the "reckless lover", met while studying in Oxford and spent a carefree and heavenly youth together in their lives. Then, Sebastian drifted through the lives of relatives, lovers, and passers-by, brilliant and gorgeous, but disappeared as quickly as soap bubbles; Charles experienced unhappy love one after another, and the quiet and ambiguous false happiness with Julia finally gave way to God's grace, adding a bit of mystery to the book. "The Cloth Garden Revisited - The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder" by Evelyn Waugh is not a love story, but it tells the story of love.

A group of intellectuals and urban youths with different personalities gathered around Yuting, the editor-in-chief of Beijing Tiandi Publishing House, including freelance writer Lao Qing, poets Feitian, Huang Qiushui, journalists Mu Mu, Suizi, the beautiful little boss Xinzhi, painter Li Huang, beauty pageant champion Chu Yun, movie star Xue'an, etc. They established a cultural salon to discuss culture, explore life, learn from each other's strengths, and develop together. Who do people live for? Is it ideals, money, power, relatives and friends, love, or self? Everyone's life path is different. Yuting presided over the salon and held calligraphy, painting and literature lectures at the Shichahai Houhai Tea House, and many wonderful stories happened; Lao Qing appeared to be romantic on the surface, but in fact he was heroic and courageous. He often made extraneous things and made many ironic jokes. Yin Ling has a withdrawn personality and can only fall asleep by playing sad music every day.

The protagonist Zhan Yijie is an idealistic character. He carries three tips secretly taught by his boss and shoulders a special mission to return to Yunchuan Brewery after six years of absence. With the opening of the three tips, he followed the plan. First, he worked hard to quickly make the company bigger and stronger. At the same time, he took the opportunity to establish a relationship with Fu Maoshan, the secretary of the Yunchuan Municipal Party Committee. Then, he used his relationship with Fu Maoshan to start operations to sell the Chinese shares. But then the opening of the third tip was shocking, and he was asked to turn the 500 acres of the brewery's land into commercial use. Land, real estate development... Centering on the overt and covert struggles between the company's management, and the concealment and disclosure of the chemical pollution incident in the Yuanshan water source, a fierce competition and fight was launched, full of crises and treachery; at the same time, the protagonist Zhan Yijie was also involved in the emotional whirlpool with three women, Tao Yuwan, Xiao Chunmei, and Hu Xiaoying, and was unable to extricate himself...

Just after the commendation meeting for provincial outstanding county party secretaries, Xiaogu County Party Committee Secretary Wen Weiwei was transferred to the post of director and secretary of the Provincial Prison Administration Bureau. Xie Tianming, a former classmate, superior and former county party secretary, is serving his sentence in prison. When Guard Wen first took office, he was faced with the complex situation inside and outside the prison. In order to grasp the first-hand situation, he decided to visit the prison privately. The kind reminders from his friends, the hints from the people around him, and the submissive behavior from his subordinates made him feel that the prison was more like a battlefield.

"The Rosie Effect" is the much-anticipated sequel to the New York Times best-selling novel "The Rosie Project". In "The Rosie Project", the hero Don's plan to find his wife was successfully completed, and Don and Rosie moved to New York to start a new life. But they are about to face a new challenge and surprise, because Rosie is pregnant. Don embarks on a new plan to learn about becoming a father, but his unusual research style lands him in a predicament where he is misunderstood by his wife. Separated by misunderstanding and relieved by true love, Tang and Rosie welcomed their first child with anticipation and anxiety and fell in love again.

The powerful Brigadier Zhao married the daughter of a tomb robber and became his fifth concubine. The girl's name is Feng'er. She has been homeless and homeless all her life. She rides a fast horse and drinks abortion pills just to escape from this wealthy mansion. People can't guess or see through it. In a turbulent era, what else can a pregnant woman do after leaving her husband's family? In these turbulent years, she and her relatives, lovers, friends and even enemies jointly performed a legend.

Before the young girl Qiaoqiao had a chance to take a look at the bustling city, she was deceived into a deserted station. It turns out that she was a daughter-in-law bought by a worker with money, and she was shared by two brothers. After dreams, warmth, and the last bit of dignity were cruelly torn apart by reality, Qiaoqiao raised the kitchen knife. When she escapes to a small border station, the feminine charm shines with its final glory in a world composed entirely of men.

Shuang Jiang, a girl who came out of the countryside, walked into a compound with youthful shyness and calmness. The courtyard reveals its nature as a madhouse in its blissful enjoyment. Not long after, the beauty of frost added to the melancholy. Time passes easily, vicissitudes accumulate, sorrows and joys pass by, and it is difficult to express deep feelings. The mutual revenge between enemies is the love and affection of injustice... In this family, in this world, love leads to death, and resentment leads to life.

I remember clearly: I was in a good mood that day when I was disturbed by a puddle of bird poop. It was a pleasant morning. It rained the night before, and the air, sunshine, and the plane trees in front of the building were all fresh and refreshing, as if they had just been washed with water. The green lawn exuded a pleasant smell of grass sprouts. My wife and I went downstairs together. In the corridor, my wife also told a happy story. Yesterday, a patient gave her a flower basket, which was placed on the window sill of their nurse's duty room. All in all, I was in a good mood before I saw that puddle of bird poop. My wife's and mine are placed side by side. The pink bicycle is hers, and the bright blue electric scooter is mine. Just as we each took out the keys and were about to unlock the door, I suddenly discovered that there was a pool of bird droppings on the right handlebar of the electric car. It was black and white and splattered, staining most of the handlebar.

Yuan Xiaoyue was doing skin care for a customer. The mobile phone in her trouser pocket was pressed against her thigh, making a buzzing sound. The cell phone buzzed tirelessly for a while, but Yuan Xiaoyue ignored it. Her hands were covered with massage cream. Sometimes she used her elbows, sometimes her palms, and sometimes her fingertips to make circles, tap acupuncture points, and massage the customer's face. The guest fell asleep and snored lightly. The beauty salon has two floors. The first floor is a spacious hall, which is responsible for reception, consultation, skin testing, makeup, manicure and other services. The second floor is the studio. The studio is a grid separated by decorative boards, divided into VIP rooms and ordinary rooms. The VIP room has only one bed and is elegantly decorated with imported wallpaper, crystal chandeliers, and a 32-inch LCD TV hanging on the wall. There is a bathroom in the room.

The moment Xin Wenyi left Yishenyuan, Fan Guangda's thoughts slipped away again, and he suddenly slipped back to more than ten years ago - at that time, he had not yet gone to the provincial capital and had just started to be the leader in the city's machine processing industry. What he wasn't sure was whether it was age--early menopause, or whether those past memories would come to him sooner or later. To be specific, as soon as Xin Wenyi, who followed his instructions to pick up Huang Liyan, walked out of Yishen Garden, Fan Guangda suddenly felt that something in his memory suddenly lit up. A scene that had been dusty for many years appeared in his mind in incredible detail - the sun was shining brightly. Downstairs, Huang Liyan was holding a thermos bottle and walking on the path between flowers to the water house, slowly and leisurely, looking left and right from time to time.

Before Kate hit the bricks, Mo was hunched over the ancient city wall, digging around with an iron hook with a wooden handle, like he was hunting for treasure. The old city wall was made of bricks on the outside and rammed earth on the inside. Only a tiny bit of the "treasure" that Lao Mo had buried underground was exposed. He ignored his baggy trousers and shook off the iron hook with the wooden handle. He raised his hand and pulled off the looped straw hat on his head. He took off his myopia glasses that were like the bottom of a bottle and wiped them again. They became even blurry when he put them on again. Lao Mo simply took off his glasses and threw them aside, lying on the ground like a dog, staring at them and picking them with his hands. The ancient city wall has experienced the war, and all that is left is the ruins. The sign of "Municipal Cultural Relics Protection Unit" shows that the relevant departments have paid enough attention to it. After all, it is difficult to resist the corrosion of time. The signs are old and the city wall is gradually becoming unsightly. It is only a few hundred meters long. There are cracks in some places and it looks like it is crumbling beyond repair.

Yu Guanghan is the executive deputy county magistrate of a certain county. Some people say that he took bribes and went to prostitutes. Some people say that he caused the loss of state-owned assets worth tens of millions. Some people say that he actually messed around with women in the county government. True or false, he was reviewed by the Discipline Inspection Commission. Moreover, not long ago, he discovered that his wife was having an affair... The county government still operates in the old Tongzi Building, and the offices of six deputy county magistrates are lined up, one next to the other. As soon as executive deputy county magistrate Yu Guanghan entered the office, temporary deputy magistrate Liu Yucheng walked in and sat across from Yu Guanghan, looking embarrassed as if he had something to say. Liu Yucheng took office less than a month ago. Yu Guanghan took the initiative to ask, "How is it? The county is poor and not as good as your provincial capital. I have been busy this time and haven't had a good chat with you. I need to get used to it. Are there any difficulties?" Liu Yucheng smiled bitterly and said it was okay, and then said, there is something I want to report to you.

I am a tough person despite my small body. Liu Fa's father said that I look like a "yangzi". At that time, I didn't know what "Yangzi" meant. From his tone and the laughter of others, I guessed that it might not be a good word. So, I scolded him, saying that your son is the "Yangzi" and you are the "old Yangzi". Everyone burst out laughing when they heard me scolding me. When I got a little older, I realized that "seedlings" are the seedlings of some crops before transplantation, such as eggplant seedlings and sweet potato seedlings. Liu Fa's father said that I was a "yangzi". He didn't mean any harm, he was just joking that I was weak because of my poor physique. When I was sixteen years old, with my graduation certificate from the commune middle school in my arms, I happily returned home and became a commune member.

I felt tired, so I closed the book, stood up and poured a bowl of sugar water. I remember there is a sentence in the book called "Food and color are the nature of food". I carefully walked out of the house with a bowl and met Ergui who was carrying a hoe upstairs. Seeing me, Ergui leaned sideways to make way. His hoe made a mark on the snow-white wall, and white lime fell on his shoulder. The second noble said loudly, "Guangfu, why don't you bring a bowl of water to pray for rain?" What kind of rain are you asking for? I'm drinking tea. Looking at the mark on the wall, I said unhappily. The second noble always had a loud voice. When he lived upstairs, he thought he was in the ground. When he opened his mouth, the whole corridor started to buzz. Ergui glanced at my bowl and said, "Why is there no tea?" Now you are like the people in the city, you like to drink tea even if you have nothing to do. This is sugar water. But I was too lazy to pay attention to him, so I snorted and walked downstairs.

A gust of wind blew the city into chaos. Cables bounced up and down in the sky, as if they were about to break away from the shackles of the poles at any time, causing even more frightening sparks; cars were like people scurrying around, honking, twisting and shaking on the street; men and women recovered from their leisurely, eager, casual, etc. Expressions, and suddenly fell into panic. Those billboards, aerial slogans, and store signs were crackling, as if they were about to hit somewhere at any time, or fly on someone's head. A gust of wind blew the city into chaos. Cables bounced up and down in the sky, as if they were about to break away from the shackles of the poles at any time, causing even more frightening sparks; cars were like people scurrying around, honking, twisting and shaking on the street; men and women recovered from their leisurely, eager, casual, etc. Expressions, and suddenly fell into panic. Those billboards, aerial slogans, and store signs were crackling, as if they were about to hit somewhere at any time.

In a certain sea area in the Southern Ocean, the water was an almost black deep blue. The white boat was struggling in the water holding a piece of wood, kicking its legs and shivering. The boards are very thin. Bai Xiaozhou had to tread very hard to get his head out of the water, and he had to spit out the sea water in his mouth from time to time. There is nothing but water around. There were no boats, no islands, not even a single seabird. The waves at this time were not high, but in Bai Xiaozhou's view, the waves rolling in from a distance were like the gaping white teeth of a giant beast. About half an hour ago, Bai Xiaozhou was still lying on an official ship of the Xi State Navy; and the official ship's destination was the Shaluo State, a vassal state on the southern sea of ​​the Xi State.

When I first met Mei Ling, she was still a junior high school student. She had two pigtails on her head and her head was darting back and forth when she walked, giving her a cartoonish look of anger. One day, I went to Lao Mei's house with two and a half kilograms of walnut cakes bought from the food store. Lao Mei is the father of Miss Mei Ling, and I have always had a rich imagination, but something went wrong in this matter, because I did not expect, or rather I could not imagine, that Lao Mei, who has never been accustomed to me, would actually have such a big precious girl clinging to her knees. To be honest, before I met Miss Mei Ling, I thought that my fate with Lao Mei in this life was just a pair of chess friends. It was very simple and interesting to play chess and scold people in the street when we were free. I never thought that we, a pair of bad chess veterans, might evolve into some kind of relationship that is more affectionate and closer to blood than buddies. Although this is my wishful thinking. But this kind of thought lingers in my head like flies lingering around carrion. It makes my dreams become colorful, thick and light at a certain stage, and my mood is more like a bird that is constantly being released, flying wildly in the sky, ups and downs. I carefully asked myself in my heart: Could it be, could this be the legendary love?

I put a large bouquet of forget-me-nots into a clay pot. I recently discovered that flowers in this rustic clay pot are very beautiful. They are more textured than transparent glass vases and have a unique pastoral flavor, especially when used to place these small pink and purple flowers. Turn on the desk lamp and extinguish the ceiling light on the ceiling. I am already sleepy at night and do not need too strong light. A pot of old white tea has just been brewed. The fragrance of flowers, books and the warm fragrance of tea are intertwined and floating, vaguely present. The computer is on on the desk, and I am halfway through writing the novel. Several characters in the story have been wandering around in my mind, wandering around, and there are thousands of clues coming out, but I have no clue. I don't know what to write next. As I was racking my brains, my phone rang. Someone wanted to add WeChat.

Autumn always comes so suddenly. A few days ago, the sun was emitting huge heat like a fire. After yesterday's drenching rain, today it is soft and weak. Autumn is here, the sky is higher, the river is clear, the earth is empty, and the trees are mottled. Autumn is the harvest season for farmers, and it is also a good time for city people to travel. However, I stayed at home during the entire October 1st holiday, watching movies online, playing games, and not wanting to go anywhere. My wife has scolded me more than once, saying that my whole body is rusty. I think so too, in addition to being sensitive to seasonal changes, my other sensory systems and nerve endings are numb and oxidized. A more orthodox statement is that I am losing my enthusiasm for a better life little by little, and I am also losing my love for this world. Not only is it being lost, but it has already been lost. The proof of this loss is that I have not read for a long time, let alone written.

I have a friend named Li Yining. He is from Chexi. Chatting with him, even if he starts from Alaska, he can bring the topic to Chexi, and then keep talking, and keep talking, as if he can talk until the earth is old and the sky is barren. He said that Chexi, a small mountain village located at the end of the Luoxiao Mountains, was a paradise in this world. He said that a small stream named Chexi meanders through the village and flows into Mi Shui. He said that along the Chexi River and at the foot of the mountains, there are scattered adobe farmhouses with green tiles, looming in the smoke and sunset. He talked about his grandfather Xiang Sheng and his father Pterodactyl, the sparrows in the warehouse and the muntjacs that rushed into the air, and Chang Geng's medicine hoe and Fourth Master's gun. The Fourth Master of the Heroes, whose surname is Wang, is a descendant of Da Dao Wang Wu. I don't know when and where he lived in Chexi, and he has made a living by hunting for generations.

Duanmu Hongliang, Luo Binji, Xiao Jun, Yang Mo, Haoran, and Liu Shaotang were all colleagues before and after Lin Jinlan. No close acquaintance, but very familiar. Lin Jinlan knew Duanmu Hongliang, Luo Binji and Xiao Jun earlier. Lin Jinlan wrote in "The River of Life at Night" that when I chose the writing profession in Beijing, Xiao Hong had already passed away during the war years. Three male writers in the "Northeast Writers Group", Xiao Jun, Duanmu Hongliang, and Luo Binji, were Xiao Hong's life partners. I had the honor to ladle rice from the same pot with them. Their stories first became literary anecdotes, tidbits, and romances. Later, they caused trouble and became an intractable lawsuit. Later, he was involved in the movement. Needless to say, he was required to submit to the review, and the criticism and struggle took place online, but in private and behind the scenes, it was all for viewing, which can be compared to a "three-chamber trial."