Library

(Third Prize in the "Our Power" Essay Contest) On the eve of the 2020 Spring Festival, a pneumonia epidemic caused by a new coronavirus occurred in Wuhan City, Hubei Province and other areas, and quickly spread throughout China. In the face of this epidemic where the whole country is in danger and everyone is in danger, there is a group of people: they decided to step forward and give more people reassurance; they faced the difficulties and showed their persistence in their profession. During the war, they were called "rebels". They are the frontline personnel in the fight against the epidemic, and they put themselves in the eye of the storm...

[Yuewen × People's Literature Publishing House "The Road to Investment Banking" (all three volumes) physical book is now available! ] [Selected for the National Outstanding Online Literature Publishing Project with Realistic and Historical Themes] (China Press and Publication Bureau Radio and Television News) [Selected as "Red Flag Ode to the Centenary of the Founding of the Party & Hundreds of Websites & Hundreds of Excellent Works"] (Chinese Writers Association) [Won the First Prize of the "4th National Realistic Themed Internet Literature Essay Contest"] (Shanghai Municipal Press and Publication Bureau) Adhering to the big-picture suspenseful bureau-in-the-bureau writing style, it will take you into China's real investment banking world. Pharmaceutical biology, national defense and military industry, traditional manufacturing, Internet of Things, cloud computing... A capital market with thousands of listed companies cannot do without the due diligence of investment banks. The four parallel protagonists completely open up God's perspective for everyone, lift the veil of capital, and experience the collision of shopping malls and workplaces, and the struggle between life and dreams. This book is mainly based on plot and supplemented by professionalism. Even if you don't understand finance, you can understand it and see how investment bankers use their wisdom and sweat to create a clear and brilliant capital road for a huge country! Shangxue WeChat readership: LYSX6989

(Second Prize in the 3rd Realistic Internet Literature Competition) "We are together in the mountains, we bear the wind and rain together." This is the philosophy that Liang Bo and his classmates realized when they experienced life and death. Health and pain are connected, and life and death coexist. Every day, many people walk into the hospital with pain, and many people walk out of the hospital in good health after being cured. Liang Bo, a doctor training in hepatobiliary surgery, and his fellow graduate students all entered the sacred hall of the hospital with dreams and hopes in mind, carrying the mission of being doctors. Even if they were confused and confused, even if they suffered life threats, they never forgot their mission and responsibilities and the Socratic Oath that always lingered in their hearts. After years of training, Liang Bo finally understood what is the true mission and responsibility of a doctor, and was determined to move forward on the road of medical treatment.

It's inferiority complex, avoidance, regret, youth, it's me, it's my story

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

Like most people, Wu Di went through study, graduation, and work. His seemingly smooth life made him feel confused, and he felt like he was walking in the dark in a very narrow alley. Now, he doesn't know whether he should continue working or choose to leave. What will he do if he leaves? After all, he doesn't know what he loves, let alone who is more important to persist in or choose. Wu Di is like you and him.

In the dead of night, there is heavy snow outside the window. Except for the protagonist, Zhang Hao plays melodious music in his hand and complains to his classmate Lin Fan. The final exam is coming the day after tomorrow. Let us observe together the challenges we will face. Then come to China Literature's website to read more of my works.

A story about the sad life of a county boy, from depression to suicide.

Maybe your youth is not as beautiful and amazing as you imagined, but those are the best memories of our lives. In this young, frivolous and high-spirited age, it exudes bright light, lights up the dreams in your heart, and moves forward boldly.

Does a person's moral character really change? If it could be changed, what would it become... In Li Yichen's youth, he was beaten by his family for many years when his own father got drunk because of his appearance in junior high school. He also liked to gamble, but he always lost. The day before the high school entrance examination, Li Yichen was quietly studying at home with his friend Qin Kairui, who he grew up and played with. Because Li Yichen had very good academic performance in school and ranked first in the school for many years, but in school Li Yichen was very cold and often did not talk to others, except Qin Kairui. Every time Li Yichen's mother was beaten, Li Yichen always rushed to Qin Kairui's house to help. Li Yichen's father was holding a wine bottle at noon, his face was red, and he smelled strongly of alcohol. As soon as he entered the house, he shouted like crazy, "Smelly bitch, get the money, hurry up!" The sound was so loud that Li Yichen asked Qin Kairui to secretly go out through the back door and call your parents! The husband angrily threw the wine bottle in his hand and picked up the fruit knife on the table to threaten him! Get the money! When Li Yichen saw this, he hugged his father's hand in panic and bit it. However, it was not confirmed that Li Yichen's father cut Li Yichen's right face with a knife and threw it heavily to the cabinet. The wound was about 3 centimeters. Qin Kairui's parents arrived and prevented the tragedy from happening. After discussion, it was decided that Li Yichen's mother called the police and handed it over to the police. Li Yichen and his mother moved, and after saying goodbye to Qin Kairui, they finally said goodbye...

Our brief four seasons meet in the four seasons. How many seasons are there in life?

The growth history of an electrician, from a rookie who entered the workforce, to a national-level project review expert and a visiting professor at a prestigious university in 10 years, and the growth is still continuing. The story is purely fictitious. If there are any similarities, it is really an honor.

The green moss in the cracks of the bluestones has not faded, and the tin popsicle cart at the entrance of Changshun Lane has carried the old days away. Amidst the chirping of cicadas in the 23rd year of the Republic of China, Old Man Chen pushed a mottled wooden cart with the words "popsicles three points" written on it. The cool air hissed when he lifted the quilt, and the three-color popsicles wrapped in milky white, orange yellow and mint green became the summer thoughts of the entire alley. There are the embarrassment of children stealing rice to buy popsicles, the arrogance of Erya showing off milk-flavored popsicles, and the warm favor of neighbors who exchange roasted sweet potatoes for coolness. In the years when the car bells jingled, there were hidden photos of old man Chen's yellowed deep inside the quilt - that was his younger brother who had not returned from the south in 1948, and was also the source of this craft; the white paper flags that had witnessed Er Ya's father's funeral, and old man Chen's swollen old cold legs covered with strips of cloth. When the old craftsman pushed the cart away forever, soy milk stalls, canteens, and shopping malls successively replaced the popsicle cart, and the bluestone road was also covered with cement. Only when the copper bell rings softly in the wind, you can still hear the shouting in the northern Henan accent that penetrates the years, with sweetness, coolness, and the human fireworks of the old time that will never melt.

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

Everyone has interesting things, they are all different, but they are all the same.

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

They passed through my life wearing different socks. Some people deliberately changed their knee-high socks because they were misunderstood; Someone silently showed me the baggy piles of socks; Someone always wore pantyhose and sat reading by the window in the library until he never showed up again. I think what I like is socks. Slow heat, literary youth But what I like even more is them wearing these socks. This is a story about secret love and loss that makes people feel transparent and sour. It is also the process of a boy growing up between them.

Time flies by, and the past is like a dream. When I suddenly looked back, I realized I had missed it. I raise my hands and sigh, maybe I am still me. The choices of the past have resulted in a failed self, and today's repeated choices hope to do it again. This book is dedicated to those junior college students who have worked hard silently.

In the summer after finishing high school, Chen Xiaoyang embarked on a solo trip across China without telling his family, taking the pocket money he had saved for many years and a self-made road map. He stubbornly wanted to verify whether the "ends of the world" mentioned in geography textbooks really existed - not only the famous reef in Sanya, Hainan, but also a metaphor for the "end of the world" in his mind.

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

At first he thought our relationship was quite weak, but later he realized that I have liked you for a long time. In fact, neither of them revealed it, but later they couldn't change and they missed it. I am a dull tree, and she is a free wind.

This is not an industry novel, but a report that uses infrastructure as the operating table and supervision as the lens. It tells how an ordinary person, in two completely different systems, sees clearly the common logic of greed and the cost of human nature under the aura of "development" and "civilization", and finally completes a silent and thorough individual resistance.

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

[The heroine is to be determined] [Sword] [Can transform into multiple Ultraman] [Process is slow]

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

Chen Xiaoyu's writing growth story

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

It's just the autobiography and complaints of an underground art lover.

On the day I first entered the martial arts school, when my cell phone was put into a cloth bag by the coach, I stared at the corners of his tight mouth and felt terrified in my heart - I always felt that I would have to spend the next few days with his roars of "Stand down the horse step more firmly" and "I have no strength to punch". But when I really started learning martial arts, I discovered that Coach Yan's "softness" was hidden in many inconspicuous moments. I remember the first time I stood up and my legs shook. I tried to straighten my back secretly but he saw right through me. I thought I was going to be scolded, but he just came over and lightly stepped on my foot: "Sink your heels further to avoid leg pain tomorrow." I also remember that during free training in the evening, some classmates complained that the movements were difficult. He I actually sat on the sidelines, drew breakdown diagrams of moves on the ground with a branch, and said with a smile, "When I learned this, I was dumber than you." I even remember when my parents came to visit, my mother told the coach, "Don't spoil him too much." The coach didn't answer, but turned around and replaced the gloves I had worn out with a new pair. There are no thrilling stories in this book, but only the daily trivial anecdotes of the martial arts school: the whispers of cheering each other up when doing leg presses in the morning, the moments when the coach made a mistake while practicing a routine but couldn't help but laugh, and the little secrets of sharing snacks while hiding in the dormitory at night. I tried to write down these days wrapped in sweat, accompanied by stern voices and smiles from the perspective of my classmates, coaches, parents and even the aunties in the cafeteria - it turns out that the same period of learning martial arts, viewed through the eyes of different people, can hide so many different warmth and freshness.

Ordinary campus life, although very ordinary, is full of fun. Although we live in a remote area, we also have our own unique happiness and friends. Let us enter the campus together to see my campus life, with my friends and classmates.

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

When I am twenty-seven years old, I suddenly think of the moments when I was young and feel a lot of regrets, so I imagine another ending.

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

This article is a business trip narrative when I first entered the workplace in my twenties. It focuses on my workplace experience from 1995 to 1998, especially the experience of purchasing supplies in Datong, Shanxi Province in 1998. During those years, the wave of state-owned enterprise restructuring was sweeping across with an unstoppable force, and the buds of the market economy carried rough but vigorous vitality. Amidst the "embarrassment of debt collection", the hardships of business trips, and unexpected dangers, I touched the social fabric of the 1990s bit by bit - those unsound rules, the complex dealings between people, and the goodwill and cunning revealed in difficulties, all turned into marks of growth. The main line of the story is loyal to historical facts, some plots are artistically processed, and the names are pseudonyms, just to restore the youthful journey intertwined with bitterness and warmth, confusion and determination.

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

The romantic pursuit of dreams by perfectionists and optimists.

A letter from an old customer in Kyoto, Japan. In the letter, he said to me: I spent twenty years searching for the elixir of immortality, but unexpectedly, I discovered alchemy in the process of my own search, and was honored to become a third-category alchemist. I discovered the philosopher's stone in my own life, and found the real secret in the pyramid. ----An old customer, the alchemist z. Yt Jide The third category of alchemists discovered the Philosopher's Stone in their own lives...

"My name is Qiqi

"I", as a college student who returned from studying abroad, came to Huaning Village by accident, where I became the coach of the Huaning Village White Bird Hall English Singing Team. The Bainiaotang team has declined, and the team members have scattered around to work in provincial capitals. In order to participate in the English singing and dancing competition at the end of the year, Uncle Nan, the veteran of the team, and I found the team members and brought them back to the village to train them. Every village here has a Yingge team. During the training process, I myself have grown up and gradually understood the traditional martial arts of Shiratorido. In addition, there is a mysterious Yingge team on the mountain. Yingge teams from different villages are Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. It is not easy to win the competition at the end of the year. How can I lead the team with my three-legged cat skills...

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!

The starting point of reality, come on, young people!

Come to China Literature's website to read more of my works!