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Every time I think of you, my heart aches! And I don't know when this pain will end? I don't know how long I will miss you and love you? No one can tell me and no one can decide for myself! I am willful, I am indulging my feelings, I am decadent, I am torturing my body and mind, I am punishing, punishing this love that should not exist! Love is a deep like, and like is a faint love. When love is close, it messes up the mood and weakens the mood. The story of love, the sadness of fading away. When the beauty left, I lost myself alone. Some fish have forgotten each other in the rivers and lakes, some birds have forgotten each other in the sky, and some people have forgotten each other in the world of mortals. Once you turn around, there will be a breakpoint in the relationship.

Confinement, only breathing intensifies! The blue light is a sinful look, containing flowing desires. The forgotten sadness begins to indulge in endless indulgence. The cold fingers traced the scar on the chest, and a faint purple color with the viscosity of blood spread around. Deep in sin, their souls mingle with each other. More severe tearing, profound pain, fragments eroded by time, washed and soaked by the raging liquid.

The weather today is very good, with clear skies and lush green leaves. The strong wind blows from time to time, blowing up sand and dust and hitting the face wildly, causing bursts of pain and astringency. Looking up at the sky, an unknown bird is flying freely and singing a song that I don't understand. I think how happy it is at this moment. I really want to fly with it and travel around the world without missing any floating dust in the world. Unfortunately, this is just a wish that can never be realized, just like the string of tears that a mermaid turns into to be with her beloved prince.

Childhood is a boat drifting in the ocean, carefree; it is a bird flying in the sky, free; in our poetic and dreamlike golden childhood, there are some happy things, interesting things, and some silly things. Look, isn't that just an ignorant and silly thing? Chicken soup for the soul that brings together childhood memories, youth insights and spiritual contracts.

It's not that I lower my head because of dislike; it's not that I avoid your eyes because of arrogance; it's not that I pass you by because of no chance... Whenever the afterglow of the sunset is about to dissipate, I look at the purple sky, and your shadow appears in my mind. You always like to walk quietly on the playground alone, walking silently around and around in the sunset with white clouds in the sky. I know that you are missing your hometown and your relatives, and I use the light of the evening to soothe the sorrows of your soul.

In ancient times, there was a very wealthy businessman who had six children in total: three sons and three daughters. This businessman was very wise. In order to educate his children, he never spared money and hired various teachers for them. His daughters are all beautiful, the younger one is especially outstanding. When she was a little girl, people called her Beauty, and the name stuck. Her two sisters were jealous of her. The little sister is not only more beautiful than the two older sisters, but also kinder. The sisters relied on their wealth and had a very arrogant attitude: they put on the airs of ladies and disdained to associate with the daughters of other merchants, but wanted people of noble family to keep them company. They go out to dance, watch plays, play and laugh at their little sister every day - she spends most of her time reading various useful books.

Who doesn't know how to treat yourself well? Who would treat themselves badly? However, my friend, don't forget that being kind to yourself does not mean indulging yourself, nor does it mean just having luxurious living conditions, nor does it mean being self-centered and selfish. In this way, are there many people in life who are grateful to me? Being kind to yourself is a way of self-release, self-regulation, and self-shaping, as well as a positive and healthy attitude towards life. So, what does it mean to be kind to yourself?

Different time, different people, only this broken piano remains the same. Dust covered everything, including the past that Sakura had always wanted to bury. I am originally a cloud, floating gently in the sky above the Wangyou River, with no worries or sorrows. After a heavy fog, I seemed to have fallen asleep. When I opened my eyes, I was lying on a crystal clear lotus petal. The heavy fog made me change my appearance. I came from the clouds and landed on the petals of the green lotus, becoming a dewdrop on the green lotus. The green lotus is as gentle as water, with a faint fragrance, which makes me feel happy. From then on, the green lotus and I stayed together, watching the bright moon, stars, sunrise and sunset together. Her hands slowly slid over the keys, and the sweet sound filled the empty room. Every note struck her heart, and memories came flooding back to her, and she couldn't let them stop invading her.

The love that stays with us the longest, the love that we tend to ignore, the love that we take for granted, the love that never changes. This book is a collection of prose, with narration accompanied by records. The beautiful prose does not lose its philosophy. The stories carry real records. The lines are full of true feelings, reproducing the various loves, worries and insights we have as we grow up.

In life, there are always some touches that people will remember for a lifetime; there is always an unbearable pain that people will remember for a lifetime; there are always some regrets that are destined to be carried for a lifetime. Some scars, scratched on the hands, become a thing of the past after healing... Like thousands of unsolvable complexes, tightly entangled in the heart. People can survive in any environment, no matter the environment is good or bad. The more difficult the environment, the more alive the spirit is. That is a skill, especially for a person who wants to do big things and is not influenced by the environment.

When I was three years old, my parents died in a shipwreck. My brother and I depend on each other for life. Although life was difficult, I spent a happy childhood because of my brother's love. Unexpectedly, when I was twelve years old, a mining accident took away my only relative, and my brother also left me. At that time, my sister-in-law had just married into my family. Not long after, there was a matchmaker for my sister-in-law. The other person was a butcher whose wife had died. He came from a good family and was a strong man. My sister-in-law asked, "Can I take Kang Ming with me?" The matchmaker in red and green never came to the house again. After that, several other matchmakers came one after another, but my sister-in-law always had only one request, that she could take Kang Ming with me, otherwise she couldn't.

Patriotism is loyalty and love for the motherland. Throughout the dynasties, many people with lofty ideals have had strong thoughts of caring about the country and the people. They have taken national affairs as their own responsibility, served one after another, remained unyielding in the face of difficulties, defended the motherland, and cared about people's livelihood. This valuable spirit has enabled the Chinese nation to endure through disasters. The content of patriotism is very broad. Loving the mountains and rivers of the motherland, loving the history of the nation, caring about the fate of the motherland, fighting bravely in times of crisis, and sacrificing one's life for the motherland are all manifestations of patriotism. It is precisely because of their deep love for the motherland that the hard-working and intelligent Chinese people have jointly opened up a vast territory and created a splendid culture.

As the saying goes, "It is difficult to write about Ryuse, and life is useless if you don't travel to wild geese." Now, I am lucky enough to witness this natural scenery, and I am really excited! Climbing up the stairs, there are big green trees on both sides of the road, accompanied by a gentle breeze. It has always been said that Yandang Mountain has the reputation of "a famous mountain on the sea, the most beautiful in the world"! Don't believe it? Come along, let's go take a look and witness it with your own eyes. Yes, it is dominated by mountains, the scenery is formed by water, the mountains are animated by water, and the water turns with the mountains. There are nine streams converging on it. It is indeed a southern wild goose! Since there are crisscrossing streams, we can ride a bamboo raft and browse the beautiful scenery of water and mountains, which is really fun.

What is love? Love is a beautiful flower in the world. So, does love taste like that? Love has its own unique flavor. So, what does love taste like? In fact, only those who have truly experienced love can truly understand the taste of love... Some are sour, some are sweet... One day, he came out of the library with two big books under his arm. He wanted to find a classroom to read them quickly. On the school road, he saw the red figure that had been buried in his memory for a long time. Wearing a red coat, he still couldn't stop his coldness and rationality. He suddenly stopped and then hurried away. He felt her eyes shining sharply on his back. He didn't want her to see that there was a little tear in his eyes.

People's first foot steps out onto the sidewalk. Cars were still passing by one after another. People took another small tentative step. The flow of traffic blocked people's way forward, and the old man behind was still moving staggeringly. The child held his mother's hand tighter. The vehicle in front of him made him confused, and he only moved a little towards his mother. Father's backpack seemed to become heavier. He could not take the next step and could only wait. The young man stood at the front, like a suicide squad, taking a few strides to leap over a relatively gentle car. Finally, a row of people stood in the middle of the road. A large group of people were still waiting at the edge of the sidewalk. No one knew what they were waiting for, but they could only wait. The cars were still driving like that. No driver looked up at the traffic light, and no driver slowed down because of the crowd crossing the road. They sat calmly in the car, thinking about their journey.

A marriage for two people, a new house for three people, and a new marriage without a wedding bed and three people sleeping together. Before getting married, I knew that my husband's child from his ex-wife had a mood disorder. At that time, I didn't know much about the condition. Because my husband was a good man who was worthy of my life, I thought that as long as I was more tolerant and worked harder, I entered the marriage after weighing the balance. Before the marriage, my husband also said that he wanted to sleep with the child. He didn't think much about it at the time, thinking it was just before bedtime, or for a short period of time. Some people say that life is like a railway, waiting for the train to complete its journey. But I think that life is not as smooth and smooth as a railway. Instead, I feel that life is more like a train... Like a train that keeps moving, with an endless supply, waiting to complete the entire railway journey. Like a train turning a corner, facing the ever-changing scene until it reaches the end. Life is so simple and yet so complicated.

There are countless good books that I have read. The recent reading of "Journey to the Miao" made me understand what fantasy is. The fresh, concise, funny and touching language style unfolded a story of cultivation to me: "Li Qiang was originally from the earth, but due to unexpected events, he embarked on the road of cultivation. The magic weapon of the cultivation world made him ecstatic. The cultivators, immortals, loose immortals, and gods opened Li Qiang's eyes. Although there were many killings along the way, it was purely a pursuit of survival, forming a wandering journey.

This book describes inspirational and warm touching pictures through different love stories, and vividly expresses the beauty of human nature, the kindness of all things in the world, and the simplicity of change of heart. Every warm scene and every touching picture will bring endless imagination to readers, bringing everyone into a picture, so that great love can be nourished in everyone's heart, and the true meaning can be seen in the ordinary. The world is warm and cold, and the joys and sorrows are in the heart. Give readers the most real feelings and the most real emotions. Behind every touching story, there is the true feeling of each reader.

The weather has cleared up today, and it's Sunday again, so I'm in a good mood, which has swept away the gloomy mood of the past few days. I feel full of energy today. He and his former girlfriend would meet each other almost every few years, and recently, he met her again. He has changed a lot in the past few years, but she still looks so young. Two people who once deeply loved each other had nothing to say when they met, and no one wanted to mention the reason for their breakup. However, even though they didn't speak, there was still a hatred between them that time could not wash away.

There are only small differences between people, but this small difference often makes a huge difference! A small difference is whether the mentality is positive or negative, and a huge difference is success or failure. Happiness is a mental habit and a mental attitude. If you don't understand and practice it now, you will never realize it in the future. If you want to be happy, be happy, don't be happy "conditionally". Fools pursue happiness in distant places, but wise men plant it under their feet. The so-called happy people are not people in a certain situation, but people who hold a certain attitude.

If there is no love, then there will be no creation and no life in the world. Without women, the world would lose the carrier of beauty, and a happy life would be out of the question. Therefore, love is the mother of science, poetry, and all arts, and the existence of books is also the crystallization of love. There is a poem that says: There is no such thing as a beautiful woman. This refers to women in general. Yes, when a woman enters life, she is a beautiful scenery. I once naively thought that no matter how far the distance in time and space is, the relationship will be permanent, because there is no reason for love... Love cannot become a tie, so we must choose to let go and let each other out of each other's world calmly. When everything goes to the extreme, injuries will hurt. In fact, if you have loved each other, you will understand that too strong of each other's personalities will eventually be a shadow of living together. Yesterday's happiness has become a trace.

A person's disappointment may be due to his poor memory. He has forgotten, so he can betray his heart; it is not because he has betrayed his heart, that he has forgotten. He had not completely forgotten everything in the past, but his memory was so poor that the past events were no longer profound and were soon replaced by new memories. He could only remember the laughter of the new people and forget the smiling faces of the old people.

This is a true story that originated from a feeling... There was a boy and a girl. They met in a school outside an ancient city. They got to know each other until they became best friends. The girl's personality was very lively and slightly introverted. The boy has a moderate personality but likes to joke. He has a very special feeling when he is with a girl. But couldn't tell. It was a feeling I had never felt before. The boy didn't think about that and continued to finish his studies as usual, because the boy's family conditions were not very good. He doesn't want others to look down on him. The boy sees the girl's every move and remembers it in his heart. He always puts his emotions in his heart, but pretends to be indifferent on the surface. The boy always feels that the days are still very long and there is still time.

If I kneel down to beg you, can you look back at me again. If blood flows from my feet into a river, will you feel any heartache? If I sob and cry, will you have any pity. You smiled at her, your smile as warm as the brightest sunshine in winter. And those smiles are my faith in life. I stand under the cherry blossom tree and watch all the brilliance converge on you. You are riding bicycles on the road covered with phoenix trees. Through the car window, I see the fragments of sunlight shining on you. You won't look back and see me alone behind you. I lowered my head and urged the driver to drive faster, but I couldn't help but look back at you. She is the only one in your life and you will ignore everyone for her. And I am just an outsider, no matter how hard I try, I am still an outsider.

The days of peace passed for a long time, and the smoke of war was gradually decorated with all kinds of sweet words during the long and boring years. A dilapidated industrial and commercial propaganda truck on the street has been playing for a long time about the collection of taxes on pigs, cattle and sheep. During the intervals, a Cantonese song that no one understands is thrown in. Sometimes it is so melancholy that it makes people cry, and sometimes it is so vicious that it makes people avoid it. Cantonese became fashionable. Let the lady dance for a moment and you can't tell whether he is a local or a Cantonese or a Hong Konger. In the city where people are singing and dancing, everyone is rushing for their own share of warmth.

My dear, it has been two years since I left... That year, the wishing bottle you gave me was already full. Didn't you say that when you sent me off? If the wishing bottle is full, you will come back no matter when. This time, you broke the promise... "Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming." I will always remember this sentence, just because I once said that you like it very much... Looking at the cold stone tablet in front of you, where my beloved you are buried, tears burst down my face. It's July again, and you said before that you won't let me spend July alone. Now, instead of you spending time with me, I am spending time with you...

As you probably know, I've always been a bit slow. Just like now, you told me personally that you were leaving, but I still didn't believe it. I can't accept that you, who could have been together every day, have to take a boat to Singapore. Maybe I will stand in the corridor, standing at the door of Class 9, and I will wait for you. Wait until you come out of the classroom opposite, and then we'll go to dinner or ice cream or something together. On my desktop, two silly girls were forced to wear gaudy national costumes, smiling unnaturally at the Butterfly Spring in Dali. Behind him is a beautiful and clean lake, as well as mountains that are too shallow to be true. The mountains in Dali are always so long and gentle, like a loving mother opening her arms.

After graduating from elementary school, I was admitted to the only key middle school in the county with excellent results. From the moment I received the notice, I told myself: I must show my new self in the new environment! On the day of registration, I came very early and there was only one girl in the classroom. I sat in my seat and read a book. Suddenly, I felt a weight on my shoulders - a hand was placed on my shoulders. I raised my head and saw a lively and pure girl.

One day, God sent one of his sons to walk on earth and gave him three tears. God looked at him and said: "When the third tear falls to the ground, that is when you come back, cherish this opportunity, child!" The angel nodded, and God placed him in a happy family. When he was 18 years old, he fell in love with a beautiful girl named Zhou Qin. On his birthday, he went to the top of the building alone, looked at the stars in the sky, and looked at them without feeling a tear suddenly shed. At this moment, God said in his ear: "When you shed the first tear, it means that you have fallen deeply in love with someone."

Since childhood, Tang Wen has had a paintbrush in his hands. My father is a painter, but no matter how hard he works, he can never draw a meaningful painting. He has been in the painting world for most of his life, but he is still so unknown. My father finally changed from being unwilling at first to being helpless later. However, he did not completely give up his ideal, but transferred this dream of many years to his son. He hoped that one day, his son would be able to find a place in the painting world.

Maybe we really met the right person at the wrong time, but my dear, don't always look at me with evasive eyes, otherwise I will be cold, and the shuddering heartache will haunt me to death. The night is so beautiful tonight, have you seen it, the stars in the sky... Do you remember that time, you were lying in my arms, counting the stars stupidly, but, my dear, how could you bear to abandon me like this? Didn't you say you love me? Why do you want to leave my starlight alone? Such a sky is so obscure, so obscure. But you can't see it, can you? In such a bustling city, my obscurity can only be buried under the bright stars.

I firmly believe that I will be happy and will be as expected in my heart. I will hold his hand and come to you so that you can see my happy face. I think that kind of scene must be what you want to see, right? But, in the end, I had nothing. By his side, I feel his meticulous love, and at the same time, I miss your high spirits in your youth. He is not as young as you. He is five years older than you and ten years older than me. But I am still obsessed with him. But, in the end, it was because too many people told him that I fell in love with him because he had too many similarities with you.

I asked, how can you let a person know that you are thinking of him? You said, you kept saying his name silently in your mind, and he could feel it. But I have been repeating your name in my heart, but there has been no news from you. Maybe you don't know I'm waiting for you. I ask, when you are waiting for a text message from someone, do you turn to silent mode or outdoor mode? You said, mute. In this way, when the discovery text message arrives, it will be full of surprises. So I muted it, and I immediately regretted it. I have been looking at my phone, and I feel like I have some obsessive-compulsive disorder. Every time the screen lights up, my heart lights up. This feeling is so beautiful and heartbreaking. Maybe you don't know I'm waiting for you. I asked, are you busy? What are you doing? Have you eaten? You answered one by one, not busy, reading, not eating.

The sun quietly poked out half of its head, peering into the sleeping earth. Jiang Xueer, a little girl in sixth grade, has been looking forward to the sun rising soon since yesterday. She combed her braid, tied it with a red bow, and wore that special dress. She went to her yard and selected a few wild chrysanthemums with freshly bloomed tender petals and a few diamond-like dewdrops. She carefully picked them and held them in her hands. She put on her schoolbag and went to school. One day, she finally got tired of the coldness and entanglement. She walked to the beach and saw the bright moonlight, the bright world, and the broad sea breeze. She felt that the temperature had become warmer, but her heart was still cold.

People in the world will never have the same understanding of taste. Taste can be simple, magnificent, romantic, or complicated... But I personally think that taste in life is actually quite simple, but it can add just the right highlights to life. It's just that it is often hidden in some details around people. Although it is easy to ignore, it is not difficult to find. A Cup of Hot Tea When you are tired, make a cup of hot tea. A few wisps of slightly hot smoke caressed the eyes that were about to droop, fumigating the tired eyes. Watching the dark green tea leaves rising to the surface of the water, exuding a charming fragrance. Taking a sip into your mouth in time, you immediately feel a mellow aroma spreading in every corner of your mouth, permeating every position in your mouth, and gradually drifting down your throat and into your body. With the gentle bossa nova music playing in my ears, my fatigue has long since disappeared. This is fun.

Situations are like clouds that are constantly gathering and dispersing. When we laugh, the seeds of disaster have been sown into the vast cultivated land that breeds various incidents; when we laugh, it sprouts, grows, and suddenly bears the evil fruits that we must pick. I left there, left the place that held all my happiness. I'm trying to escape all memories of him. Maybe my heart is destined to be homeless for the rest of my life. It doesn't matter, I no longer need a place for my feelings to rest, my disabled feelings.

I am a gust of wind... Passing by the red, fat, green and thin spring dawn, stopping at the moonlit summer night in the lotus pond, blowing through the colorful autumn evening with fallen leaves, and lingering on the silver-clad winter morning. I have seen hermits with a proud smile and elegant and talented men. Whether it is peace and prosperity or chaos, they all seem to be singing the same song. Sunshine said, this is a dream - just floating in the gap between the four seasons! I am a gust of wind... Passing by the red, fat, green and thin spring dawn, stopping at the moonlit summer night in the lotus pond, blowing through the colorful autumn evening with fallen leaves, and lingering on the silver-clad winter morning. I have seen hermits with a proud smile and elegant and talented men. Whether it is peace and prosperity or chaos, they all seem to be singing the same song. Sunshine said, this is a dream - just floating in the gap between the four seasons!

There are people in Fujian who have concubines. They enter their wives' rooms at night and don't dare to leave. The wife said: "Go and get married! Don't be pretentious!" The husband was still lingering, but the wife said seriously: "I am not like the jealous people in his family, so why bother." The husband then left. The wife was lying alone, tossing and turning, so she got up and went outside the door to listen. But the sound of "TUO" was vague and unclear, except for the word "Lang Ba", which was slightly distinguishable. When a man is called a man, people in Fujian call him father. My wife listened for a while, and her phlegm came out, and she made a sound when she touched the door. The husband got up in shock, opened the door, and the body fell in. If he calls out the fire, his wife will do the same. Help him urgently. With his eyes slightly open, he groaned: "Whose family is being called 'Lang' by you!" He was so jealous.

God says, if you like someone, please pursue him hard. After the shower, the sky began to show bright colors, and the clouds gradually dispersed, leaving only the wind in my ears, which was a bit cool. I pray to the sky. The rainbow in the sky gradually dispersed, she may have said, if you keep waiting, even yours will pass you by. I laughed. Because next, I met him again. If we passed by each other last time, then this time. I didn't know what the choice was. I saw the umbrella dripping with rain in his hand shaking a few times. He raised his head and looked at the sky. But he didn't see me. So be it. I held my hands and raised them in front of my chest and told God that if I could meet him again, I would definitely tell him what I thought. But not this time.

If someone tells you that I love you, don't believe it. Loving you is just a legend floating in the wind, it is not true, it will never be true, and it will never be true. In Yangzhou in March, catkins are like silk and fluttering all over the city. I stood on the bow of the boat, letting the catkins spread over my shoulders and eyebrows as thinly as snow. There are still traces of his kiss on my eyebrows. That light, as light as smoke kiss, I don't know where it is now. There are many reasons to like oranges. I remember when I was a child, my family didn't have a lot of money, but my mother would bring some oranges to my sister and me every time we went to the market. Mom only gave us one every time. Mom said good things should be enjoyed slowly and not eaten all at once. I am usually the one who rushes to peel the oranges, because when peeling the oranges, a lot of juice will be squeezed out of the skin and get on my hands. The fragrance of oranges will remain on your hands.

This is a collection of essays about the countryside and fields. The whole book exudes the fragrance of vegetation and crops in nature. It describes the changes of the four seasons in the countryside based on the axis of time: in spring, the countryside is as red as fire, as pink as clouds, and as white as snow, with all kinds of wild flowers colorful and fragrant; in summer, the countryside is green and full of green; in autumn, the countryside is The village suddenly turned into a golden ocean, composing the joy and joy of the hard workers after the harvest; the countryside in winter was quiet, cool, peaceful and peaceful, and the rising smoke heralded the beginning of the New Year and the passage of time. The author's love for rural life flows slowly between the lines in the description of the villagers, rural scenery, nostalgia, and nostalgia. Reading it makes people happy, as if they have returned to the peaceful countryside and their hometown under the bright moonlight.

This is a collection of essays. The author never rests, thinking about life and the world all the time. "After thinking deeply about life and society, I put it into writing: "Happiness" and "Summary of life in one word - "degree"" are the care of life; "The Virtue Carrying Things" and "Standing in the Face of "Right and Wrong"" are warnings about human character; "The Rise" and "The Great National Football" are about Concerns about the fate of the country; there are also thoughts on common things in life, such as "There is a state of mind in wine and tea", which not only allows us to appreciate the wine culture and tea culture, but also touches the soul unknowingly - life is short, and we need to "nurture the heart, body, morality, and spirit."

Wu Zhi loves poetry and is closest to poetry. He has been writing poetry for more than 20 years. She likes to be quiet and thoughtful, writing silently, slowly getting interested, and enjoying her own taste. Writing poetry has become her lifestyle and the expression of her life. Since joining the ranks of outstanding poets, her talent has exploded, writing poetry and prose again and again.

Prose is like a river, which can not only salvage the wreckage of history, but also reflect the reality. "New Strength" Collection of Chinese Contemporary Prose Masters: Twilight Spring and Autumn brings us to a space that is both real and illusory, a southern area with dense rain, undulating hills, and villages and towns. In the dual gaze of hometown nostalgia and cultural nostalgia, the author writes about the human spirit and the external world affectionately and meticulously. In the narration of southern sentiment, the author expresses human existence, emotions and thoughts from the verdant and sparse outlines of vegetation, mountains and rivers, and time. While deeply exploring the Chinese cultural tradition, the author is committed to the novelty and contemporary nature of the style. His writing style is restrained yet rich, warm yet cold.

The extremely ordinary encounters of "Old Wang" are the life experiences of each of us; the extremely ordinary thoughts of "Old Wang" are the thought process of each of us, and "Old Wang" is ourselves. The language in this book is simple, smooth and friendly, and the main thing is "kindness". In order to write about ordinary people's trivial things that are without surprises or troubles in an attractive way, language is indispensable and even an important foundation. Wang Yixin has his unique "friendly" charm in the language of his novels. In this way, "Lao Wang" enters the reader's heart and becomes integrated with the reader's thoughts and feelings.

This collection of essays consists of "Grassroots Characters", "Local Accents Scattered", "Mood Pickings" and "Hometown Secrets". It is based on the author's hometown... An area of ​​tens of kilometers around Tutu Street. It condenses the people, feelings and scenery of his hometown in a short space of time. It uses usual local language to describe the people and things that live in Chutu Street and other places, as well as the disappearing or disappearing objects, expressing the author's deep nostalgia and lingering love for his hometown.

In this collection of essays, the author, as a loyal reader and a sensitive writer, skillfully enters the text with the dual vision of macroscopic grasp and microscopic discovery, and adopts the method of narrative commentary to convey the inner secrets of literature: How to use novel elements? How to handle the details? How to grasp the characters? How can language be interesting? How is the structure laid out? Etc. The selected novels are all classic writers in the contemporary world literature, including Raymond Carver, Alice Munro, Paul Auster, Mario Benedetti, Calvino, Kafka, Borges, Mo Yan, Kawarui Yasunari, Cortázar, Vonnegut, Danilo Chis and a series of other writers, which appropriately express the deep tribute to the classics.

As a light and free style of writing, prose often reflects the complex background and profound connotation of life through accidental and fragmentary events, making "the world can be seen in a grain of sand, and human feelings can be described in half a flower." The prose collected in this book is full of literary beauty, and it is full of brilliance to read and eloquent. Every article shows us a rich world, which penetrates our lives like sunshine and water and nourishes our growth: every word is precious, giving people the beauty of language: it is broad and profound, giving people the beauty of thought: touching the heart, giving people the beauty of emotion: the intention is timeless, giving people the beauty of artistic conception...

This book is a collection of prose essays, covering topics such as history, society, ecology, emotion, soul, life, etc. There are also some articles in memory of old writers and descriptions of peers, all of which are full of deep emotions. As the editor-in-chief of a large literary journal and a member of the Chinese Writers Association who has been engaged in literary creation for a long time, the author has profound writing skills, smooth narrative, lively language, fresh and refined style, integrating literature, sentiment, knowledge and interest. The vision of the work is broad and profound. It not only explores the mainstream social values ​​​​from a humanistic perspective, speculates and sees the progress of the times, but also stands from the public's standpoint, expounding the consciousness and awakening of individual life with strong pen and ink, singing about nature and life like an aria.

It tells that Laozhuang, like millions of rural areas in China, is just an ordinary village in the southeast of Longnan on the high loess slopes. Laozhuang, for thousands of years, has been like a big leafy tree, hosting generations of mountain people like birds. Generations of Laozhuang people have lived in barren land and harsh environment with loess as their roots and the sun and moon as their companions. Poverty and disaster are always with them. The people of Lao and Zhuang live in material straits but live tenaciously, with dull faces yet lively lives.