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This afternoon, after I finished my class, I went to push my bicycle and found that its tire was flat again, the rear wheel again. I say "again" because it has deflated four times in less than a month. There must be something in this. The weather was very nice that day, and it was Women's Day. Although I am a man, I am also happy. Festivals are festivals. The early spring sun shines gently above the new complex. The magnolia tree is full of magnolia flowers, which look like lotus flowers on the tree. I pay special attention to this magnolia forest in my school every year. The strange thing about this kind of tree is that it blooms first and leaves later, and it doesn't seem to open buds. When you pass by, you suddenly find that the magnolia flowers are blooming together. Your eyes are wet, you are reluctant to leave, and you are deeply grateful to the Creator.

Fang Zhuoran took the invitation and looked at it, and couldn't help but laugh. When a lawyer helps a client win a lawsuit, the client invites the lawyer to a meal to express his gratitude. This is human nature and is natural, but this invitation is puzzling. Niu Xin was not Fang Zhuoran's client, Fang Zhuoran was the plaintiff's lawyer, and Niu Xin was the defendant; and Fang Zhuoran helped the plaintiff win over Niu Xin, causing Niu Xin to pay hundreds of thousands in compensation. Fang Zhuoran made Niu Xin lose the lawsuit, pay money and lose face, but Niu Xin sent him an invitation in return. This was a bit rude and awkward, and he was either sick or throwing a Hongmen banquet. The lawsuit was two weeks ago. When a typhoon hit Pinghai City, the scaffolding at the No. 3 Construction site of Xinyuan Real Estate Development Group Company's "Lingxiu Garden" was knocked over by the typhoon, injuring more than a dozen migrant workers. The migrant workers will be screwed. Since the company hired them themselves, it will be fine if they are given some money as compensation.

County Party Secretary Su Yuanjing was in the living room of Linghu Sanniang, chairman of Jinhu Real Estate Development Company. The two had been talking for a long time, but the specific matters had not yet been decided. Although Linghu Sanniang's living room is not large, it is exquisitely furnished. It is said that Linghu Sanniang invited a famous French architect to design and build the Rose Villa's shape and interior decoration. Although it is such a large villa, although it is equipped with various household appliances, the lighting does not use electric lamps, but red candles that were popular overseas in the 18th century. Linghu Sanniang is thirty-eight years old this year. When she got married at the age of twenty, as soon as the wedding was held, her husband Wang Ying went to England to study for a doctorate.

After crossing the river, my father warned me again, saying that no matter what the master asks, I must obey him, you know? I nodded. My father knelt down and straightened my clothes. My cardigan was made by my mother two months ago. In order to make me look more mature when I put it on, I chose navy blue. It wasn't until today when I left home that my mother put on new clothes for me. After the clothes were put on, my father was dissatisfied. He frowned and said that they still didn't cover up the smell of tender flesh. It seems that the navy blue shirt did not lengthen the days since I came into this world. After all, I am only eleven years old. At this age, clothes can be shortened or stretched after being exposed to water.

Due to my work relationship, I have been constantly inspecting or visiting mountainous areas in Licheng, Pingshun, Huguan, and Changzhi in the past few years, hoping to discover problems, experiences, and patterns in the modernization process of mountainous areas. This is a forward-looking matter, involving many issues and uncertainties. It is difficult to find an analytical framework that can integrate various issues. However, in the confusion, unexpected discoveries were made. These places have the footprints of Mr. Zhao Shuli back then. From his birth and work to his return to his hometown after taking a temporary job, most of this writer's life was buried in the loess of Shangdang Mountain. At that time, Mr. Zhao Shuli's son, Mr. Zhao Erhu, revisited Hengling Village in Zuoquan County and discovered that Zhao Shuli had participated in the investigation of a murder case in this small village. This murder case may be related to the creation of "Xiao Erhei's Marriage" and is therefore considered to be the prototype of the novel.

In early autumn, my daughter was about to leave home for a long trip, so I made a special trip to take her to the Dabie Mountains. The Dabie Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, and what we are going to is just an ordinary mountain among these mountains. She didn't understand why I had to take her all the way to climb this unknown and unknown mountain in the rain. She has been admitted to China University of Political Science and Law and will report to Beijing in a few days. As a father, I should give my daughter a gift. My daughter, who had never been to a mountainous area, looked out the car window at the vast Dabie Mountains and was speechless. It wasn't until it started to rain that she turned her head to me, and once again used her clear eyes to explore the purpose of this trip. The bus stopped at a place called Tiesuoguan and we got off. On the hillside next to the road, there is a winding path climbing up into the rain and fog at the top of the mountain.

The newly transferred female deputy county magistrate paid a private visit to an old woman who lived deep in the mountains among the peaks and ridges. This was a good talk among the locals. The reason for the good talk is not that the deputy county magistrate loves the people, but that there is another theme, a theme that is both sighing and comforting - a hundred years of waiting has finally come to fruition. The old woman was born in the first year of the last century, a real old lady of the century. Her name was Xiu Po. Xiupo's family originally had several members, but due to a war and a plague, she was the only one left. Various opportunities have allowed Xiu Po ​​to live with several men of different ages, professions and personalities. Xiu Po ​​was beautiful, virtuous and gentle. Those men initially swore to love her for the rest of their lives, but they all left her for various reasons.

Xiao Fan was arranging the unloading of goods at the store, and he felt obviously a little depressed. The workers all noticed and complained that the boss lady didn't give them two bottles of Jiaduobao or Jinwei this time. Luo Fazi quietly sent the workers away, watching the truck stir up dust on the ground and run away. Luo Fazi comforted Xiao Fan: "Forget it, don't be too sad. The green hills are still there, why are you afraid of running out of firewood?" Xiao Fan had to smile at Luo Fazi: "That's right." Luo Fazi asked in a low voice, "Does the recipe given by my mother's entrustment work?" Xiao Fan's eyes became dim, and he shed two pools of clear tears. Luo Fazi hurriedly said: "I have to find this medicine for you no matter what. I heard it is really effective. The folk remedies passed down by our ancestors are really trustworthy. There is a saying in this, and it is very effective."

This is an upscale community where officials and resettled households live together. Nine o'clock in the morning is the time when the garbage men arrive. Erquan, who just came to Beijing to work, saw the difference between poverty and wealth in the garbage dump here and "learned" the ways of the rags. Finally, he understood why his brother, who was the director of the department, tried so hard to get such a "good job" for himself... Hey, you can think of it and let me collect garbage! Erquan yelled at Daquan in dissatisfaction, "I left my family and came to Beijing to make money." You are the director of the department, you live in a spacious three-bedroom apartment, and you drive a car worth hundreds of thousands of dollars... Daquan points his finger at Erquan's forehead, how do you still pick and choose when you make money? Erquan said, let me pick up the garbage you threw away while you were eating, drinking and sleeping upstairs, including the toilet paper used to wipe your butts. You are shameless, but I still want shame! Erquan, what are you shouting for?

This move is not to highlight the generational differences, nor is it a move that some people call "these young people are forming cliques". Doing so can, on the one hand, reveal the critic's vision and aesthetic orientation; on the other hand, it is also a response to the famous critic Professor Chen Sihe's advocacy of being a critic of his own generation. In the view of Professor Chen Sihe, "Contemporaries certainly have a deeper understanding of their contemporaries. Writers have perceptual things that they cannot explain theoretically, and critics mobilize their knowledge accumulation and elevate these perceptual things to theoretical explanations. Literary ideological trends and new aesthetic styles are jointly constructed by this." Such a centralized presentation and display of "post-70s", "post-80s" and "post-90s" writers will also help to form a discourse field and help outstanding writers stand out. I only hope that in a few years, it can become a witness to the growth of writers and critics of this era, and deduce more good stories in the literary world.

If I could live my life over again, I don't know if Mr. Zhang Jiluan would still choose the news and let his destiny be closely connected with a piece of tissue paper, and they will not be separated until death. The scenery of April 29, 1942 has long become a memory on paper and a past event in the heart of the old man, and all the rock-solid praise has weathered into soil. The glory of being a "literary giant and a master of newspapers" has turned into a pile of bones. All the bones cannot restore a person's voice, smile, appearance, body and flesh. Future generations can only look for Zhang Jiluan's spirit in the distant piles of old papers from the Republic of China. Nowadays, transportation is convenient, and the time to reach the Republic of China is only overnight. I saw Zhang Jiluan in 1913 at the Minli Daily office in Beijing. This thin and short man from northern Shaanxi, dressed in a dark long gown, walked calmly and had a calm demeanor, looked like a scholar from the south of the Yangtze River.

Confused Recently, Zhou Huimei's behavior has been somewhat abnormal, mainly because she spends significantly less time at home than before, and always runs outside without reason. Zhou Huimei didn't go out much in the past. She basically liked to stay at home during off work hours. After dinner, she would either sit on the balcony and read a book, do some sweating, or watch TV. She just stayed by her husband's side, accompanying her husband to correct students' homework, accompany her husband to do teaching research or study, and accompany her husband to watch TV programs such as "Hundred Schools of Lectures". Occasionally, when someone invited her to dinner or went out to play, she would refuse as much as possible. If she really couldn't refuse, she would reluctantly agree, but basically she would go home soon. Recently, Zhou Huimei always goes out after dinner and doesn't come back until very late.

Based on the results of the city's junior high school entrance examination, Mulin Middle School has identified 200 high school freshmen to be officially admitted, and has also designated a "special recruitment section" based on the street where the household registration is located. This section means that the scores are still some distance away from the upper limit, but the students are within the enrollment range of Mulin Middle School. Through hard work, they can enter Mulin Middle School's reserve candidates. Xiao Mingxiang's daughter Yanzi is in this special move section. Mulin Middle School is a well-known school in the province. Every year, about ten students are admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University. People say that entering Mulin Middle School is stepping on the red carpet to success. Liu Lihui and Yanzi ran back in a hurry. As soon as they knocked on the door, they shouted breathlessly: "It's on, it's on, it's on the special line of Mulin Middle School."

"If you don't obey me again, I'll kill you!" A person said to her viciously. As she spoke, the barrel of a jet-black pistol was pressed against her temple. In the face of threats, life and death, she showed no weakness, as if this pistol was a toy. She even pointed the same pistol at the other person's temple and said the same threatening words to the other person. The expression is equally vicious... Mirror image. Joy and pain are all for self-pleasure. It is best to draw on a piece of white paper without any ink. It can be the morning dew and sunset, the sky is high and the clouds are clear; it can also be the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the red face and the jade face.

"Zhang Jin, you bastard, I didn't sleep with your wife, why are you stumbling upon me like this!" Xiao Qingying scolded him all the way from Luming Town to the county committee compound. Take the elevator to the tenth floor, walk through the long corridor, and find the Journalism Department. When Wang Le saw him, he was very happy and said: "Sit down first, I will pour a glass of water for my old friend. It's great to have friends from far away." Xiao Qingying was not interested in such formal words and said: "I just have something to do, you can do what you want. It's still a matter of me joining the party. Today. , A group of party members have developed in the village, but there is still no one like me. I want you to follow me and go to the organization department to see when my organizational problem will be solved." Wang Le was a little surprised and said, "It has been so long that your organizational problem has not been solved."

Let's start with the name of the village. The village where I was born is called Benwuzhuang, located in Huang'an County at the foot of the Dabie Mountains. Although Huang'an County is now known as Hong'an County and has become the cradle of generals in people's eyes, Wuzhuang is like the village and town that everyone remembers where they grew up. It is scattered in the vast mountains and valleys of China and looks dispensable. If it weren't for the lingering smoke from cooking fires and the mooing of cows all year round, it's possible that this village would be like a wild dog with no one raising it, lonely and endless when it was alive, and no one would care about it after it died. Strictly speaking, Benwuzhuang is not a small town because it is relatively small and deep in the valley. The first idiom I learned when I grew up was called "The door faces the green mountains", and I felt it was prepared for this village.

When I was passing by the vegetable market at the west end of Xingfu Street, Jay Chou's ambiguous "Chrysanthemum Terrace" was flowing out from a hair salon called "Eighth", and for a moment, I was suffocated by it. Then, my eyes became sore, and I opened my eyes wide and looked at the sky. A mysterious sun, behind a large and confusing cloud, seemed like my uncertain tomorrow. For a long time, I have been like a wandering soul with a frowning face, running between different office buildings and job fairs in this city, with the goal of finding a stable and profitable job. After graduating from college, I didn't want to go back to the countryside, and I didn't want to live a miserable life of mud and mud on sunny days and rainy days, with nothing to lose. I like cities, like seeds long for soil.

Although it is almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather is still muggy and there is no wind. The caterpillars on the tree were curled up in the sun and fell to the ground, turning into heavy black balls that could not move. Just when everything in Hongxing Village was softened by the sun, grandma said: "Go to Shenzhen to find your dad and ask him to come home early." Yanyan understood that grandma's words were related to the rental house. It happened in the morning. At that time, grandma spoke to Yanyan's mother, Sun Cailian. This is the first head-to-head confrontation between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law after Sun Cailian returned home. The reason was that Sun Cailian was planning to rent out the vacant room.

Hu Wugong said: You will know when you cut it in your hand that this year is a good harvest. Xi Fufeng said: I don't know how to take a break. Hu Wugong said: Let's steam the gift buns bigger. Xi Fufeng said: Look, you are covered in sweat. Hu Wugong said: I had a dream last night, and a baby was born on our kang. Xi Fufeng said: Can you dream? Hu Wugong said: As soon as Niu Niu opened his eyes, he called me daddy. Xi Fufeng said: Just be quiet for now and I will wipe your sweat. A basket was slung on his arm, and the basket was covered with a piece of white cloth. The flower roll steamed buns under the white cloth gave off a tantalizing aroma of oil... Xi Fufeng came to deliver food to Hu Wugong, who was cutting wheat. Hu Wugong is a strong man from Potou Village, and Xi Fufeng is Hu Wugong's bride.

It wasn't until this moment when he was half-kneeling in front of the hospital bed, staring blankly at his mother's face, and listening to the intermittent moans of the patients that he realized what nurturing grace was. In this sweltering ward late at night, the face that used to be lively, full of kindness, always frightening and preaching to him, was now a foot away, shrouded in great weakness and extreme pain. It was so dusty that no light could be seen, and it was still wrapped in thin white, white, green, green and red medical plastic tubes, with a frown and messy hair. Although she hadn't eaten in eight or nine days, her forehead looked wider than before she got sick. However, anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that it was weak, caused by the thinness of her cheeks. It was not plump or full, and was caused by the medical liquid.

Historically, "our nation cannot base itself on the Central Plains and prefers to settle on the Yangtze River, which is called Nandu". There was Nandu in Jin Dynasty, there was Nandu in Song Dynasty, and there was Nandu in Ming Dynasty. "No one who crossed south could return to the north." In the last century, in order to resist the Japanese invasion, the government of the Republic of China moved south to Chongqing, and a large number of students also "migrated south". The teachers and students gathered at Southwest Associated University performed the love and hatred between individuals and their country, and continued to write the legend of Chinese culture. Here, we select some chapters from "March to the South and Return to the North" to introduce the process of a large number of intellectuals migrating south after the Anti-Japanese War. We also use the stories of Lin Huiyin, Liang Sicheng, Jin Yuelin, Bing Xin and others to gain insight into the social atmosphere at that time and the magnanimity and mind of a generation of literati. The records of the deaths of Hu Shi, Chen Yinke, etc. Reveal the fate of the last batch of cultural masters after the southern migration, and remember their integrity in practicing "the will of freedom and the spirit of independence."

The taxi arrived at the door of the house, and Miura paid the fare and got out of the car. There have been days when I haven't drank so happily. The warm night breeze mixed with fresh green blew on my hot cheeks, making me feel particularly comfortable. So, he stood in the yard and enjoyed the breeze for a while before he walked towards the door of his house. The house was shrouded in darkness, and it seemed that his wife Yuko had not returned from a class reunion. This is a family without children. The forty-six-year-old university professor had to take out the key to open the door by himself. He smiled bitterly, but he was by no means unhappy. Miura opened the door, walked into the living room the size of six reed mats, turned on the light and started changing clothes. This is a set of his habitual actions. He looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. It was just past ten o'clock. "It seems that wearing pajamas is more comfortable than wearing a kimono."

In Chuanshan Village, Yu Xiaobao is an outsider. It is not accurate to say migrant households, because Yu Xiaobao is alone and does not have a home. No one knows how old Yu Xiaobao is. He looks only eighteen or nineteen years old. His skin is a bit dark and he smiles kindly, like a child. His hometown is in Jiangsu, and now that I think about it, it should be North Jiangsu. But in the hearts of us country people, there is no concept of "Southern Jiangsu" and "Northern Jiangsu". We always call Jiangsu people "Jiangsu Guys" and always associate "Jiangsu Guys" with beggars. In fact, we call all beggars "Jiangsu guys". The reason is inexplicable. There are probably a lot of beggars in a certain year, and the absolute majority of the beggars are from Jiangsu. Maybe there was a disaster somewhere in Jiangsu (most likely northern Jiangsu) that year, and they couldn't survive staying at home, so they went out in groups to beg.

Just like he is good at dealing with beautiful girls, my brother Zhu Zhong can also get along well with kind-hearted old men. Yang Chuntian falling in love with my brother is a typical example. Some people say that my brother has big eyebrows, big eyes, a soft heart, and a superficial understanding of people and things. Indeed, as long as he sees them talking well and not foaming at the corners of their mouths, my brother will feel that there is something touching about them. However, my brother's affection for Yang Chuntian is not entirely out of preference. The first time I met Yang Chuntian, it was my mother who took him for an injection. At that time, Yang Chuntian was in his forties and had just adopted Yang Zuxian, the eldest son of Yang Chunwu's family, into his own family.

The sun had not yet appeared and the dew was still on the grass blades, so Huang Zhizi set out on the road. There was a bit of fog, maybe it came from the early morning, and Huang Bazi felt unhappy. It was autumn, and the sky was gloomy, which did not make people feel happy. Wheat has just been planted and winter has not yet entered. It is said to be a peaceful day, but the township mobilizes land transfer and leases land from individual households to large growers, euphemistically calling it large-scale planting. Huang Bazi was going to find Mayor Wang. Mayor Wang was the deputy, but the deputy mayor was also the mayor. Who asked him to stay in Beigang Village? The problem cannot be solved by just two trips. Huang Bazi had approached the village party secretary before. The village party secretary was a young man, only thirty years old. In Huang Bazi's opinion, he was still a hairless person and could not be so reliable in his work. The director of the village committee is also a person who has just turned 40. He was born when he became the production team leader.

The Chen family in Puliu Village, Wujiang, Suzhou is quite famous in the local area. Chen Zixiao's grandfather was a Jinshi in the 43rd year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty, and his father was a Jinshi in the 8th year of Wanli. In the second year of Tianqi, Chen Zixiao himself went to school and became a scholar. It can be said that he has been a scholar for generations. However, both his grandfather and father died early, and the Chen family was a single generation of three generations. Chen Zixiao was nearly a year old and had no heirs. The scholar Chen Zixiao guarded an ancestral property and built a scholarly family. It was really a big deal for him to have no heirs. The Chen family is not without its efforts. When the grandfather was still alive, he arranged for his grandson's marriage as soon as possible. Chen Zixiao got married at the age of 18 to his wife Deng, and gave birth to three girls in five years. The father was worried, so he took a concubine for him, Mrs. Zhang, and gave birth to two more girls within three years. At this time, his grandfather and father died one after another, and they died in silence.

The sunshine in May is really good, everything that should be green is green, and everything that should be open is open. In a season like this, sin should stay as far away as darkness. That's what Cai Yun thought at the time. It was Saturday afternoon. Cai Yun was on duty in the office and had nothing to do, so he had to put his feet on another chair and take a nap. In order to be prepared for emergencies, he did not dare to take off his shoes. The phone was placed beside the table within easy reach. But Cai Yun couldn't sleep. His mind was full of things, as chaotic as a train station during the peak of Spring Festival travel. After graduating from the police academy last summer, he and three classmates were assigned to the Municipal Public Security Bureau. The bureau assigned them twice, one to the Criminal Police Detachment, one to the Riot Control Brigade, one to the 110 Command Center, and one to Wanghu Police Station. It was Cai Yun who went to the police station.

The light hits the classroom walls, and the shadows are mottled and nostalgic. The reflection on the wall vaguely reflected the figures sitting below. Chen Jiangsu sat among them and watched for a while. Then she quietly got up and walked out of the dim classroom. This is observation time for the photography class. A few months ago, Chen Jiangsu signed up for a documentary shooting program. Now this photography class is specially prepared for people like them who have no shooting experience. Two classes per week. Sunday morning is observation time. Everyone watches the life clips taken by the students and sometimes discusses them. Standing by the railing on the second floor, Chen Jiangsu discovered that it started to rain at some point outside. Spring in Taipei is rainy. In fact, it is a bright spring. The lawn on campus is green and green, like the green paint accidentally spilled by an oil painting student.

It is no longer easy for the current boss to really find an authentic Beijing old man in Beijing. To say that he is authentic means not only that he was born and raised in Beijing, but also that he has personally seen the four walls and nine gates of the old Beijing city. When you look up at the city wall, it is three feet six feet high, and twelve tall horses can run side by side on the top of the wall. The nine gates are located in the east, west, north and south of Beijing. The nine gates serve as flags and the nine gates serve as bolts. The nine gates guard the city of Beijing tightly. The nine gates are the nine generals. They are Zhengyangmen, Chongwenmen, Xuanwumen, Chaoyangmen, Dongzhimen, Fuchengmen, Xizhimen, Andingmen and Deshengmen.

One is a lonely businesswoman who has settled overseas, and the other is a male writer who has traveled widely. Their stories are self-evident. If infidelity from spirit to body is the effect, then where is the cause? The afternoon when the postman delivered the package was the third day after my husband went on a business trip. She was alone at home, and that weird thought lingered in her mind. In April, the weather is already like early summer. She signed and watched the postman come down the stairs. The circular staircase is shrouded in cool shadows, but the bottom floor of the staircase is filled with afternoon sunlight. Looking down, it looks like the mouth of a well with flashing water. She closed the door and stood at the window, watching the mailman exit the apartment building and cross the path lined with blue and white hydrangeas. Further away, against the wall of the apartment management office, several small red rose bushes were blooming. The postman is a handsome, tall young man. The sun shines on him, making his chestnut hair look even better.

Businessman Lei Huoshen removed the sign of the Provincial High Court, which caused an uproar in the province. The right and wrong behind it involved years of policy changes, personnel adjustments, and deep-seated economic factors. It is really difficult to describe! How should the government and courts handle this emergency? Do you still remember the autumn rain during the National Day of the Year of the Pig in Basin? Vice Dean Leng now feels gray and wet when he thinks about it. It was truly a long and melancholy autumn rain. The rain began to fall on September 30th, neither too heavy nor too little, neither too fast nor too slow. It passed through the seven-day holiday without taking a breath or stopping for a single day. People who had been looking forward to and planning a trip for a long time finally canceled the trip with a sigh. The stories that happened to the following characters are somewhat related to that long and sad autumn rain.

On this day, Lao He, the watchman of Shuichongqing Reservoir, made a bet with himself: He would find someone to have a fish meal with him before the sun went down. If he loses the bet and no one comes, he will stop drinking for a month; if he wins the bet and no one comes, he will go to Pingnan to buy a plastic bucket of grain wine and find someone to drink it with - for no other reason than to find someone to talk to him. The sun was shining slantly on the water surface of the reservoir, and a beam of light seemed to have penetrated into the water, extending in a curved way to the direction where Lao He was standing. But before reaching the position where Lao He stood, it swayed and gradually faded into some broken light spots, dotted with stars, and gradually turned into a dark color. The wind was still blowing, and the waves on the water came to him in layers, like his thoughts. Lao He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. There was a spicy taste in his mouth, and then he spit it out along with the smoke.

The two dogs were carrying a dung basket and passed by Luqi's door. They saw Luqi sitting on a pile of bricks at the door, drinking porridge from a bowl. "Lu Qi, why are you drinking porridge at home? Xi Tou didn't invite you to have a drink?" Ergou felt strange. "What kind of wine are you having?" Luqi asked. "You really don't know? That kid with Xi Tou is a full moon today!" "Full moon?" Luqi was stunned for a moment, and then said to himself, "It's about to be a full moon." "Why doesn't he invite you? This old stingy man will cross the river and burn the bridge!" Ergou was a little indignant. "They are doing a full moon ceremony for their children, why should I join in the fun!" Luqi stood up, patted the dust from the bricks on his butt, and turned around and entered the house. "You are such a coward! If you ask me to go find him, make trouble for him, and make him unable to do it for a full moon!"

Qin Jiacai was sulking alone in the rental house, and the already small space seemed even darker. He thinks today is the worst day he has ever had at work. I kept cursing in my heart, what a bullshit director, he is just a department-level cadre, Yangyang understands, but he can't be promoted, and he takes out his anger on me when he is unhappy. It's really frustrating! Qin Jiacai walked around the room a few times, but he still couldn't figure it out and felt congested. The thought of being scolded in front of so many colleagues was really humiliating and embarrassing... Qin Jiacai was born in Qin Village, a remote Qinguan Township. His parents were farmers. His two older brothers, Qin Jiashui and Qin Jialin, both graduated from elementary school and went to work in other places. Their parents thought they could have a girl, but they didn't expect another one, which made them very anxious.

The sun sets early in winter, and the clock on the wall only points to five o'clock. The window outside the window is already blurry, stripped of the brightness of the day, and before the black curtain has time to fall, the whole world appears naked. Dai Jie rubbed his sleepy eyes and turned to look at the winter scene outside. The bare sycamore tree poles stretched out with claws and claws, much like an impression painting by a famous artist, but the setting and color were a bit colder. The sight of it made people want to continue to wrap themselves in the warm quilt and stay in bed. But this is not the reason why Dai Jie has slept until now. Dai Jie has a special living habit, that is, he goes to bed an hour later than the previous day every day, and of course he has to wake up an hour later the next day. In this cycle, with the same seven hours of sleep a day, Dai Jie slept one day less than others.

Early that morning, Wu Wei's eyelids were twitching. It is said that if your eyelids twitch, something big will happen. Of course Wu Wei didn't believe it. He does not speculate in stocks or buy funds, and the changes in the stock market have nothing to do with him; he is not a lottery player, and the multi-million jackpot will not hit his head; he has never sold drugs, visited prostitutes, or robbed a bank, and he is not worried about handcuffs waiting for him; he is just an ordinary junior high school teacher, traveling between school and home at two o'clock every day. What big thing can happen to him?

In the 17th year of the Republic of China, it was the weather of May and June. The ancient town of Qikou, crowded with people and mountains of goods, also caught up with the deserted season when "the camels left the boat to take shelter, and the wheat was ripe and the apricots were sold." More than 300 camels in the town couldn't stand the scorching summer heat, so they passed through Qingshi Street in groups and were taken to Chemingyu Valley in Zhongyang County, 180 kilometers away from Qikou, to escape the summer heat. The mountains there are high, the ravines are deep, the trees are dense, and there are few households there, which is perfect for camels grazing. This will take three months. Qikou Town, which usually relies on camels to transport goods, now has more than 400 shops on a five-mile-long Ming and Qing street. Every shop is open but business is sluggish. The owners are not in the shops at this time, and have gone back to nearby villages to rest in the courtyard to escape the summer heat.

Xiao Shunzi woke up dripping with sweat, sat up and wiped the sweat from his face. Xiao Shunzi was not frightened by the situation in front of him, but by the dream he was having. There is a bottomless canyon, with cliffs on both sides cut like knives and axes. The canyon is filled with blue mist, and wolves, insects, tigers and leopards are running at the bottom of the canyon. He is like a fallen leaf, falling involuntarily to the bottom of the canyon, falling... Xiao Shunzi is often frightened awake by such a dream, and grandma said it was when he was growing up. Xiao Shunzi said it was too scary to grow up like this. His eyelashes were stuck together with eye droppings, and his eyes were numb, but Xiao Shunzi could still see clearly the black barrel of the gun pressed against his head. The barrel of the gun was cold when it was pulled out, and it was pressed against the forehead. The lump was like rubbing it with an alcohol ball during an injection, and it felt like a trace of cold air seeping into the skull. Xiao Shunzi suddenly became excited. This was not a dream, it was a real gun pressed against his head.

Reflected in the rice fields waiting to be transplanted, the shadows of the mountains were slightly dark, and I was wading through the water, walking towards the cattle standing silently at the head of the ridge, but this time the cattle did not come to greet me, and carried me swayingly. It slowly curled up its legs and leaned over, looked back with a meaningful look, and suddenly said: "I'm going to die." Dreams shouldn't be like this! In the most unreasonable reality, dreams should be the most ordinary - Thrush Yong has always believed this. He took a few steps back in horror, only to see Niu Er's dark outline slowly stretching, becoming slender and light, until it transformed into a man with long fiery red hair. He had the coldest and most distinguished face in the world. Thrush Yong has never seen such a beautiful person before. He is not inferior to Yu Ju or even Xiao Qi who is dressed up.

The city of Beijing in the dog days is like a big steamer, so hot that people have no place to hide! It's only cool in the early morning, but some people don't want to sleep for a while at this time. If you don't believe me, look at the north bank of the moat outside Andingmen. It's already full of people. There are people from the Liyuan Garden shouting "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" of the city wall, some old and young men carrying birds in cages with one step at a time, some making chirpy lips and carrying eagles on their arms, some walking in circles around trees and doing Tai Chi, some dancing with swords and machetes... As soon as Lao Yang'er spoke up, these people gradually dispersed. But the "Yulai San" teahouse right next to the moat should have more seats!

When Tang Jingliang was explaining the meaning of the word "Xian" to the students on a temporary podium, he felt dizzy and almost lost his balance. On the projector, the glyphs of the word "Xian" are printed from oracle bone inscriptions, bronze inscriptions, seal script, official script to traditional Chinese characters and simplified Chinese characters. Objectively speaking, this word has not changed much from its original appearance to the present, except that there is a piece of wood in the door. What is this piece of wood in the door for? Tang Jingliang pointed to the glyphs on the screen with his index finger and said: "The ancients used to use a pillar to hold up the door panel when they returned home. This is for safety. Once it is safe, people can relax and have some free time at home. This pillar ensures people's safety and leisure, because in ancient times, there were no security doors that are thrilling to touch now." The students burst into laughter. Some teachers in the audience also burst into laughter.

It is said in the old days that the Yuntian River is connected to the sea. In recent times, there are people who live in Haizhu. There are floating boats every August, and they come and go without missing a beat. A man with extraordinary ambitions would set up a flying pavilion on a chasm, pack plenty of grain, and ride on the chasm. For more than ten days, I still watched the stars, moon, and sun, and then it was blurry and blurry, and I didn't realize day or night. After going there for more than ten days, I came to a place that looked like a city wall with very strict houses. I could see many weavers in the palace from a distance. Seeing a husband, he took a nap and drank it. The man who led the cow was surprised and asked: "How did you get here?" This man said that he had come here and asked where he was. He replied: "You will return to Shu County and visit Yan Junping to find out." He did not go ashore because he returned as scheduled. Later I went to Shu and asked Jun Ping, saying: "On a certain day and year, a guest star invaded the Altair constellation." Calculating the year and month, it was exactly when this person arrived at Tianhe.

The day we went to Mizhi was a cloudy day. But the clouds are not low. On the contrary, the world feels very vast. The only regret is that people have lost their shadows. Without the shadow behind you, your body will feel lighter - I don't know why I suddenly had such an idea. I have been roaming and collecting in northern Shaanxi for more than ten days. Perhaps because of the thickness of this land, I often have some strange thoughts, like birds flying overhead. Those strange thoughts will suddenly fly through my heart, always catching me off guard. Mizhi is a place I have been longing for for a long time. Not only because of the long-lasting temptation of "Aunt Mizhi Suidehan", but also because of the unspeakable entanglement and entanglement. Every day when I was in northern Shaanxi, I would have a premonition in advance, and this premonition was extremely accurate. This is true for Zhidan, and it is also true for Wu Qi and Yanchang. Now I'm going to Mizhi again, and I still feel the same way. I felt my heart beating faster than the speed of the car I was riding in!

You might want to hear his story. A very bloody story, a person who has left this world forever, and some mistakes that happened to him. I don't smoke, and I won't burn three sticks of incense just because I want to write about him. I hated him once, when I was still young and didn't know anything. It's not that I don't want to know, it's that adults don't want me to know. So what I heard may not be true. The turning point in his life was sexual intercourse.

Debao has always wondered whether coming to the Special Administrative Region was a mistake in his life. "A Mistake in My Life" is a column in a best-selling magazine he bought at Shenzhen Huangtian Airport. The articles under the column were average, but the title of the column attracted him. He felt it was very artificial, very artificial, and at the same time very moisturizing and ironing, which made him think of all kinds of unforgettable past events. When Debao was in his sophomore year, he went to Huangshan during the summer vacation. On the way from Mount Jiuhua to Huangshan, his neighbor was a playful girl who loved to talk, but she never talked to Debao. Instead, she turned around from time to time to talk to her companions. When she turned around, she quickly glanced at Debao. Debao immediately blushed and his heart beat. He wanted to talk to her several times, but he couldn't muster the courage. After driving to Huangshan, I finally couldn't even get the girl's name and address.

Cao Dalu did not expect that his deputy director campaign would end in such a disgraceful way. In addition to feeling sad for himself, he was also shocked by the operation methods of the bureau leaders. Although he has been fighting on the front line of anti-drugs for more than ten years and is not familiar with administrative management, he can still be sure that if it were a mass electoral system, it would never be like this! If you knew the election would end this way, would you never sign up to participate? ... After get off work in the afternoon, Cao Dalu kept thinking about this issue while riding his broken bicycle. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He pedaled the bicycle faster and faster, so much so that he didn't even see the red light turn on at the intersection. All the vehicles and bicycles were parked on the parking line. Since it was the rush hour, the north and south sides were all stopped in darkness. Only his horse rushed forward alone and unscrupulously.

The weather this year is a bit unreasonable. Just after the scorching heat of summer, the temperature dropped rapidly, with strong northwest winds every day. In September, when the autumn tigers came out to bite people, there were several moderate hailstorms for no reason. After the hailstorm, there is a period of dry heat, and then comes the endless rainy season. No one knows when that tree appeared. During the long rainy season, this originally inconspicuous tree suddenly began to grow wildly. Its growth rate exceeds everyone's experience. It is like a huge folding umbrella that converges in a corner and suddenly blocks out the sky and sun when it is stretched hard. This big tree alarmed many people, even the city's agriculture and forestry experts came to see it. After looking at it, they concluded that it was imported, like the rough goldenrod blooming everywhere along the highway.

Although Cheng Fangming is an out-and-out Han Chinese, he has a special liking for the Miao Lusheng Dance. After retiring from the position of deputy director of the Provincial Public Security Department, every March, Sixth and Ninth Day, I would always invite a few Miao friends to dance two songs in the community park. This stems from an incident many years ago. At that time, as the head of the county service corps, he led a service corps of more than 30 people and a People's Liberation Army team. They set off from the county seat and rushed to Heiyang Daqing, more than 100 miles away at starry night, to capture the bandit leaders Gundilong and Qieer Legs.

In the winter of 1977, my mother and I went back to our hometown of Pucao to attend the funeral. I was nine years old that year. The third uncle, forty-seven, is dead. Mi Town is fifty miles away from Pucao. There were no cars at that time, so I had to walk to my grandma's house. I remember that there had just been a heavy snowfall that day, and my mother and I came out of the house at dawn, stepping on the snow and walking on the rugged mountain road. The crunch of snow under my feet and the coldness of snow pouring into my shoes buried the hardships of rural life in my young mind. Along the way, my mother had nothing to say, her face was sullen, her steps were hurried, and she didn't care about my speed. She kept walking forward as if she was catching a train. From time to time I would run a few steps to catch up with her and ask when I would be there.

Chen Jun received the call just as he sat down and asked his tablemates to use their chopsticks. He was in a particularly happy mood today. Just like every time he negotiated a business deal, the decoration project of Times Square was finalized this afternoon after several iterations and a lot of effort and brainpower. He used all his connections to do this, including his retired uncle. At the critical moment, it was also a phone call from his uncle that made the former deputy mayor of Shenzhou relax and write him a note. It was with this note that Chen Jun found the on-site commander of Times Square and signed the decoration contract. This is a 30 million project. Chen Jun has been busy for a while. Of course he wanted to celebrate this, but on this occasion, Deputy Mayor Shen and Commander Xu were not coming, but he had a better way to express his gratitude.