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He stared at his brother's dark, thin and stubborn face for more than ten seconds, and then looked at his mountain shoes, which seemed to have snow powder that had not been stamped cleanly. Then he rushed into the left wing where his brother was sleeping. The double-barreled shotgun still hung on the blackened pine wall. He grabbed it impatiently, quickly put the muzzle of the gun close to his nose, and after just a slight sniff, he fell unconscious on the bed. The gun smelled fresh and pungent. Niu Guoli took a deep breath. He stretched out his right fist, and if his brother was still sitting across from him, he probably would have feinted two more punches in front of his face. He couldn't tell why he wanted to fight, but he thought it was probably out of gratitude. Outside the house, he saw cascading mountains standing silently in the snowy fields.

Throughout the 20th century, as the status of novels in literary history continued to increase, literary critics and literary historians classified novels and novelists accurately down to occupation, profession and age level. However, in a country with a vast territory and rich resources, under the influence of deep-rooted culture of five thousand years of civilization, and in the transformation of national psychology and culture in the social turmoil of the twentieth century, the splendor of Chinese regional cultural novels in this century has not yet attracted sufficient attention from people, especially literary critics and literary historians since the new era.

"Maihe" is a novel by Guan Renshan. Mainly set in the rural areas of the Maihe (also known as Luanhe) Basin in the Jidong Plain, it describes the story of rural land transfer in recent years. It carefully creates a series of eye-catching artistic images such as Cao Shuangyang, an entrepreneur who returns to his hometown for land transfer, Blind Sanbai Liguo, a Laoting drum artist who serves as the narrator of the novel, and Tao'er, a rural girl with an ill-fated destiny. It has a strong flavor of the times and life. The writing of the works reflects rural life in a true and subtle way. Using literary works to record the living conditions and fate of farmers can arouse people's attention and thinking about contemporary farmers' issues.

This book describes the entanglement between a drunkard, a pervert, a money addict and an angry man, a touching and tortuous story.

This book is a novel by Mr. Liu Xinglong, the winner of the "Lu Xun Literature Award". Life needs to be constantly enriched, and that was exactly what happened in Xianglu Mountain in the spring of 1992. The assumption that there won't be that period of time makes me feel panicked every time. Of course, I have, and there is absolutely no need for this. But I'm still scared. If I hadn't had those three months, I would still be walking alone now, as thin as a cicada's wings, unable to write and overwhelmed. So who is always dominating me in such a timely manner? Man or God decides, this is probably something that can never be fully achieved in life and life. There is only one thing that must be verified every time. No country is unfamiliar to anyone. Xianglu Mountain is familiar to everyone who wants to go there. Regardless of whether they have seen it before or not, as long as they step into it. You don't even need to look for it, the kindness, kindness, friendship, compassion, etc. That everyone knows will come to you. Xianglu Mountain has given me the nutrients that I have over-consumed, and I still regard them as the soul of art.

The crops on the opposite slope are growing well. There are the Shouyuan family, the Obao family, and the Tokusatsu family, but they are too far away. They usually look at each other from a distance and cannot say a word. Everyone was busy doing their own thing and had nothing to talk about. They met at the head of the village and forgot everything. They exchanged a few words of greetings and went home. Weddings and funerals can bring everyone together. Whether we are happy or sad, what can we say to each other? It's not just a full meal and a full drink. With her words, Maode suddenly felt relaxed, he smiled innocently, grabbed the big hoe and started working dexterously. But his mind is still active. In the past, the days of fooling around were annoying. In recent years, everyone plunged into their own fields and life at home was dull. He didn't know what kind of life suited the farmers and the fields. The mountain wind blows on the slopes, and the wheat seedlings tremble like green silk. After a while, the wheat harvesting season will come from the other side of the mountain. At that time, this slope became lively.

This is a rural novel describing Guizhou folk song culture and ordinary people's love. After the bandit den in Baiyun Village was disbanded, it lost contact with the outside world and became a mountain village like a paradise. Shui Wa, who had been without a mother since childhood, learned erhu and folk songs from Ma Taigong. From then on, Baiyun Mountain had beautiful sounds. The coming of a drought caused people living in peace to work hard for a grain of food. However, Mr. Cao, who knew knowledge, asked his two daughters to tighten their bellies and support Shui Wa to read and read. Shui Wa became the heir to the culture of Baiyun Village, but he fell in love with Huang Ermei, the daughter of his enemy. After many twists and turns, just when Shui Wa was about to marry his sweetheart, his father lost his life while saving people in a mill. Huang Ermei married Shui Wa despite her family's opposition, but died due to dystocia. After that, Shui Wa was alone, holding the cow and singing folk songs...

This is a story that records the magical children in a magical land who resisted the Japanese invaders. The novel combines the unique and splendid civilization and magical landscapes of southwest Hubei's history, regional customs, folk customs, and magical mountains and landscapes. With a broad vision and in-depth thinking, it writes a legend in the history of the Anti-Japanese War in Enshi and shaped the character of Zhao Yaoshen Ba'er. A group of heroes such as Qin Qingjiang and Qin Qingjiang make people yearn for that magical land. They also add a fresh and rich local flavor to the novel, highlighting the beliefs and destiny of the people at the bottom of society in the context of the changing times.

This book is divided into three parts: The first part is "Life and Death: Black and White Hair in the World". This part is all about human love stories from the Northwest in the 1960s, 1970s, and 1980s. In order to protect the intangible cultural heritage of China in this era, what those little people have done for the shadow puppet and white horse culture are like the warm wind blowing, life and death, leaving no trace. The second part is "Coming and going: every plant and tree is north". The northwest is located in the middle of the map of China, surrounded by mountains. This barren land has always been nourished by dryness and the northwest wind. Northwest people come and go, they pursue love and family affection, but they don't know that they are just a tiny speck of dust in this world, and they can't escape and go through reincarnation again and again. The third part is "Wind Rises from Flat Earth: Craftsmen in the Cold Wind". After experiencing past and present, life and death, while you are alive, you should do something.

The shortlisted works of the Douban Reading Essay Contest belong to the following categories: The novel group uses simple writing and detailed materials to construct a picture of the life of a rural teenager. Open-air movies, catching fish and shrimp, homemade toys, and the desire for books during the period of lack of knowledge. The author uses a misunderstanding about borrowing books to interweave many fragments of early rural life. It is kind, natural, simple and touching, leading readers into the beautiful childhood under the sunset in the countryside. The work is a typical novel about teenagers and rural themes, with a concentrated plot, concise language, and a large number of detailed descriptions of the life of rural teenagers. The hometown and old friends in my memories have gone through vicissitudes of life. Although there are some unpleasantness and regrets, they are also the most worth recalling and cherishing the memories of life. Jiemo Huahua is now a columnist for several columns and has published five kinds of books.

This book is a travel note created by the author after personally visiting more than 40 places with profound historical and cultural heritage and unique and dangerous natural landscapes, including Xueshan Pass, Lingxiao City, Yunshan City, Jingning Temple, and Tianxiong Pass. This book integrates natural scenery and humanistic history. It uses precise and vivid words to conduct an in-depth exploration of the historical and cultural relics of Shu in a step-by-step manner and guide readers to explore the scenic spots.

The novel "The Li Family" can be called the masterpiece of writer Li Peifu. The writer extends his brushwork to the distant past of the plain countryside. In the form of the "nonsense" told by the seventh grandmother in Dali Zhuang Village, the author gives a panoramic and three-dimensional narration of the rise and fall of a family's reproduction and development, as well as the ups and downs of different generations. In the history of this family, there have been all kinds of characters: there was a man who broke into the imperial city and complained to the emperor; there was a shady, shrewd and capable young lady; there was a new champion who studied hard for three years and became famous in one fell swoop; there was also a leader of a beggar gang who had a fortune of tens of millions and controlled the thirteen counties of Kyushu... As With the development of the times and the changes in society, the descendants of the Li family living in the tide of reform include mayors who have prospered, managers who are unkind to get rich, lovers who are drunk and dreaming of life, and wives who have divorced and never returned... The writer has created many characters with flesh and blood, ready to be revealed; good and evil, loyal and traitorous, success and failure, rich and poor, each has its own destiny. The strong contrast between history and reality, as well as the ups and downs of the fate of characters, constitute a magnificent picture of life.

"Knights of the Cross Street" Introduction: Cross street, a label preserved in history, marks the welcome and farewell, suffering and struggle in this land. Therefore, every place with a long history has cross streets. They remember the decline and decline of the countryside, the wanton prosperity of the city, and the beginning and end of each era. And I, a rural child who followed my father into the city, was pushed by my father on the speeding train of the times, from the countryside to the small town, from the small town to the provincial capital, from the capital to the foreign country. Like a knight, I indulged my senses and was ready to gallop. But if I look back, the child riding the old sow on the cross street will always be there. Migration, dispersion, joys and sorrows, we have caught up with an era, and we should annotate it. A picture of the travels of the post-70s generation, a common family history in the era of change, and a cultural contest that goes straight to the heart. Use experience as a clue, peel off the cocoon, and feel the freshness of the pulse of the times and the cruelty of blood flow in a process that seems to come naturally. There is no escape here, only remembrance and facing.

In "Life is like a journey against the odds", the author Wu Yunpu said that most of the time, the hidden pain and joy carried in our hearts are silent, only waiting for certain opportunities to awaken them, such as writing, interviews, tobacco and alcohol. Therefore, "Life is like a journey against the odds" tells the story of 16 hidden past events: Yang Xianhui, who wrote about all his sufferings, got drunk in the pub where he first met, and laughed silly when he didn't speak, making people confused: where did this old man who traveled in the mountains of the west all year round hide the painful imprint of history; "The hometown I miss day and night is also the place I most want to escape from." Yan Lianke's speech was full of Henan flavor. He told tiredly about his dream of escaping from the countryside when he was young. This is a huge change in China. It is only 30 years, but it seems that three centuries have passed; Guangzhou's black community, these friendly dark-skinned businessmen, come from Africa to Guangzhou, and come in and out of Tianxiu Building. They buy goods and make money here, and also marry wives and have children here... Even though they have never been accepted; What Xi Murong never forgets and even writes about repeatedly is the vast Mongolian grassland - a place she calls her "hometown". Half a century of wandering and traveling, in her opinion, is not worth the weight of a fallen leaf on the grassland; ... No one is sad or proud of the past, they are just worth remembering.

Recommended content of "Mistaken Recognition of a Foreign Country" From the east end of the street to the west end of the street, sometimes riding a bicycle, sometimes running; the roadside is covered with sycamore trees, and there are rectangular speakers behind the leaves. It's such a big place, and sometimes we even write letters. On this street, we ride motorcycles, sing karaoke, wander around... Wherever we go, we feel at ease in our hearts. Later, we were drunk here, bent down to embrace the land, and stood up. You were still the host, but I became the guest. In fact, we were aware of it more than ten years ago, but we didn't talk about it. Not saying it means that the past is still there and the past is still there. My hometown is no longer an existence with clear outlines. In the mirror of my soul, she is in a trance, with many reflections, extremely familiar, but also like a foreign country.

This book is a novella with the theme of Tremella fuciformis. It uses fresh and simple language style to truly and comprehensively reflect the customs and customs of Erxiang. Tongjiang Tremella was "discovered in the late Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, and became more and more popular after the establishment of the Republic of China." The real birthplace is the Jiuwan Shibaobao in Chenhe Township today. Jiuwan Shibabao is formed by several connected mountains. It is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round and is covered with trees and charming scenery. The discovery of Tremella brought huge wealth to the local people, and many "Tremella kings" appeared at that time. After the efforts of generations, Tongjiang Tremella entered the Qing Palace with its unique medicinal and edible value and became a delicacy on the imperial table; and with integrity and authenticity, it went abroad and became the "treasure" of many foreigners.

I grew up in a mountain village. I started herding cattle with my sister when I was five years old. I started herding sheep with the older children in the village when I was six years old. I started studying at the age of seven. After I graduated from college, I returned to that village. Because it was hard to leave my hometown, I was determined to make my hometown a paradise!

After the pumpkin seedling used up its last energy, it stared at the pumpkin sadly and shrank into a rope. Wang Laogui moved the pumpkins and cut off the pumpkin seedlings like an umbilical cord. More than twenty large and small pumpkins on the field ridge gathered together, surrounding the big millstone pumpkins, and enjoyed Wang Laogui's caressing treatment. Freshly harvested pumpkins cannot be stored directly and need to withstand the sun and night dew for several days. The sun filtered through, the night breeze blew leisurely, and the pumpkins squatting on the ridge of the field cuddled up, reliving the days when they were digging out the soil and pulling seedlings. Three days later, the skin of the pumpkins had the flavor of time. The sunlight they absorb on the body makes the skin tone calm like an oil painting, with a little roughness. Moving other pumpkins away, Wang Laogui carried the big millstone pumpkin to the main room. The main room is not big and is generally used as a place to worship ancestors. When an elderly person in the family dies, the funeral must be in the main room. The door of the main room faces the courtyard door, and no one lives there, so as not to disturb the ancestors' coming and going. When building the granary, his son once blocked Wang Laogui.

Everything went well. The Guo family's tombs were moved. Director Guo and Mr. Kehao's women invited good people to come to the new tomb to light candles and set up the incense table. The wine was two bottles of blue and white porcelain Jingzhi. The good person was Xiangxiang's mother. She used the blood on the rooster's comb to cast a spell and muttered something. After she finished reciting, she let go of the rooster and let it run to the fields. This chicken was to be released. But this chicken refused to leave. It circled around the newly built tomb, clucking and clucking. Director Guo felt vaguely uneasy. Wasn't it said that this live rooster would be released when the longevity tomb was being built? It is said that if the rooster runs away as soon as it is released, the owner of the new tomb will still have a long life. If the rooster refuses to leave and continues to circle around the tomb, then the owner of the new tomb will not live long.

It was a sunny afternoon. Looking down from the mountain, the entire village was surrounded by the dense shade of green willows, the glimmering water, and the sound of cicadas. The village in autumn is like an old painting with skillful strokes. Those who are interested will find that under the stone lions at the bridge, under the eaves of the ancestral hall, on the trunks of the old locust trees, as well as on the sun valley flat, the agricultural supplies station, and the canteen, along the way, you can still see the yellow paper charms posted by the old Taoist priests at that time to suppress evil. Although the village paid careful attention to these yellow notes that brought peace to the village, and the children stayed away out of fear, it was still not worth the long hours of exposure to wind, rain, and sun. Most of the paper charms were incomplete, and their color had all turned white, like gray. If they didn't know its origin, most people might not be able to guess that they actually shoulder the important mission of maintaining the safety of the whole village. While walking on the hill, a woman caressing her waist sighed deeply: Don't tell me, what the old Taoist said is still true.

Zhao Laosi was unable to walk well and his mouth was running wild. At this point, the people in Qiezhuang could no longer hate him and started talking to him again. Zhao Laosi has become the old Zhao Laosi again. His face is thicker than the city wall. He asks people for cigarettes when he sees them. He also dares to ask people to give him the freshly cut meat in their hands. The people in Qiezhuang were so frightened that when they saw him, they would turn around and avoid him. Wen Yu did not avoid him, and sometimes even took the initiative to give him ten or eight yuan. Today, although Wenyu didn't give him a whole pack of cigarettes, she still gave him five yuan. Zhao Laosi laughed, and when his saliva dripped down, he did not wipe it off and entered the village on crutches.

The sun caused purple spots on Hongfang's face. At that time, she was already thirty-four or five years old. The shadow of the girl on her body was gone, and her body and expression had developed from a young woman to a middle-aged woman. After the new wives in Nanwu Village, who were one year younger than her, started chatting in the alley with their children in their arms, Hongfang stopped drinking the traditional Chinese medicine for infertility treatment that she had been taking for more than ten years. At that time, she drank more medicine than she ate every day, and she was already enjoying it. But when she suddenly stopped taking the medicine, she always felt like she had lost something, and she was in a trance every day for a while.

My father asked the villagers to help send Li Changming to the hospital in the county. A CT scan was performed, a steel plate was added to the bones of the left leg, and a plaster bandage was applied. Li Changming stayed in the hospital for more than a month. Daily pain-relieving and anti-inflammatory injections. My dad went to see it a few times. I want to give Li Changming more money after he is discharged from the hospital. When my father went to see Li Changming recently, he discussed with Li Changming how much compensation he would be satisfied with. Li Changming heard what my father meant. I shook my head and said, "Forget it. I haven't paid back what I owe you. Let's talk about it later." I asked my dad, "What does Li Changming owe us? He doesn't owe us anything anymore?" My dad raised his hand and pinched his nose, staring down at my feet without saying a word. After a while, I heard him hum, get up and walk out the door. His steps were slanted in the summer sunshine, and the key chain on his waist jingled, which made my ears hurt.

Choji Yucuo's eyes showed a blurred and soft state, like almond-shaped eyes, so sincere and simple, and his secretly smiling lips were like a crescent moon. My heart beat faster, and my legs couldn't help but move back a little, but she leaned closer to me, and naturally buried her braided head deep in my chest, as if she wanted to hear those real heart sounds...

During the few days in Nyima County, my mother and I exchanged messages several times, but I did not tell her that I was sick. I just hope she knows how beautiful the place I like is and how cute the girl I like is. It's a pity that my mother is not in good health, otherwise I wish she could see with her own eyes the Qiangtang in northern Tibet that I love, those proud Tibetan wild donkeys, those elegant and agile Tibetan antelopes, those cartoon-looking marmots, and the majestic soaring golden eagles in the sky. However, her body does not allow her to go to such a high altitude, even Lhasa is difficult. The sadness of leaving made me miss my mother constantly. Hey, I'd better send another message to tell her that I will return to Lhasa soon, so that she can rest assured.

I was left alone, looking at the wet rags rolled up on the bed. I have no intention of sleeping. My heart is empty, I don't know what is missing. It was raining outside. I leaned on the dirty quilt and sat on the bed in this strange warehouse. I held a long gun in my arms and listened to the sound of wind, rain and the chirping of autumn insects outside. I couldn't sleep, I was thinking all over the place. I was not wrong... Why am I so unlucky... I really got into trouble this time... I made such a big mistake... A mistake... As I thought about it, I felt very empty in my heart. I really missed home.

Saohu came and asked Han Baoshan what was wrong. Liu Maotang came and asked Han Baoshan what was wrong. Han Baoshan was also confused and didn't know what was going on. It's autumn, and the wind blows gusts. Two police officers put Xu Damiang into the car. A gust of wind ruffled Xu's hair, and the strands of hair were blown up by the wind. Xu's hair turned gray. In 1982, during the period of severe crackdown, the principle was "hard and quick", and Xu Damiang was sentenced to seven years in prison for bigamy. Everyone in Erhan Village was dumbfounded.

Ye Wei's real name is Liu Yewei. A native of Zaozhuang, Shandong. Born in 1977. Member of Chinese Writers Association. Candidate for PhD at the Creative Writing and Research Center of Shanghai University. He has published more than two million words of long, medium and short stories and other texts in various literary journals, and published more than ten books including the novel "Bonanza" and the academic treatise "A Cold Eye on the Literary World". Won the Purple Mountain Literature Award Newcomer Award and other awards. Student of the 18th Advanced Research Class of Lu Xun Institute of Literature and the first English Class for Young Writers. He once led a delegation of Chinese young writers to visit the United States and participated in the Iowa International Writing Project Youth Project. Overture to Jingzhe is located in a small mountain village in northern Jiangsu and southern Shandong. Almost every village has a land temple in the southeast corner. Mazhuang is no exception. Mazhuang people worship the land and regard it as their mother.

Seeing the police with live ammunition, the three Kim brothers finally felt like they were inferior to others. But Mu Naonai was still very unconvinced and said: We didn't break the law, why should we be arrested? No crime? Director Ouyang said word for word: Breaking Mrs. Liu's legs is the first crime you committed; stealing the jewelry from Zeng Yuzhen's family is the second crime you committed. Can you deny it? Mu Naolu acquiesced to breaking Mrs. Liu's leg, but denied stealing the jewelry from Zeng Yuzhen's house. Director Ouyang said with an expression full of evidence: You still want to deny it, right? Let me tell you, I investigated for four days and I know exactly how you stole it and what you did with it after you stole it! After speaking, Director Ouyang asked the Jin brothers to sign the arrest warrants respectively.

People who are busy running around have no time to feel the talents that nature has given them. At this time, people are essentially the same as animals that are busy storing for winter. Nature seems unable to open people's hearts. People are just immersed in the joy of various harvests, large and small. This is a special environment and background. What kind of thoughts do the ancestral gods three feet above look down on these descendants crawling on the dark earth? No one thinks about it. No one wants to use such bad luck to tarnish the short-lived joy that they dare not think deeply about. The tombs on the mountain remain as eerie as ever, and the mass graves glow with white light under the autumn sun. In the tension and busyness, no one thinks of them - relatives, friends, neighbors, strangers, people who have been good friends or enemies, people who have died of a normal life, people who have died unexpectedly, good people or evil people, and those who will never see their bodies alive or dead, forever frozen in the distance.

Winter months are the busiest time for tailor shops. If I went to bed at two o'clock one night, the disciples would smile crookedly. The Chinese New Year is almost here, who doesn't want to change into new clothes? People who want to marry a daughter-in-law and a girl can stop having one thing and two things. Besides, after a year of busy work, the crops have been harvested, the beans and highland barley have been harvested, the pigs have been slaughtered, and the sheep have been sold, so that I have enough money for clothing. The snow in Woniu Town has started falling since autumn. In winter, the snow is thick enough to bury cattle. People in the town walk on the snowy road, which is called "Chaxue". When people walk in the snow, they make a trail of footsteps like splendens sticks. Clothes are not called clothes, they are called body brightness. The new apprentice, Ms. Tang, got through the snow on the forty-mile mountain road and spent most of the day in the thick snow before she arrived at Sanchibu Tailor Shop.

A widow takes her children to remarry, which is commonly known as "the oil bottle". In the area of ​​Crouching Mountain and Panlong River, which is a hundred miles away, it is called "bringing a gourd", and the curse word is "bringing a calabash". Before Mrs. Mancang from Longhe Village remarried, her son was nicknamed "Bringing a Calabash" and "Bringing a Calabash". Yougen is not the kind of guy who suffers the consequences of a bear. Even though he is only thirteen or fourteen years old, he usually has a wilting head and a wilting head, scratches his neck, and curls his lips in a wilting voice, but he does not suffer the disadvantage of being mute. Regardless of whether they were old men or young men, he would fight against anyone who made fun of him. No matter how much he was tortured, tortured, or humiliated, he would not admit defeat, ask for mercy, or be convinced. Gu Lengzi had to give him a blow, he had to bite him, he would either kick him hard in the calf, or grab his wrist and bite him hard; if he didn't push Lengzi from behind, he would push the person who was teasing him into a "dog grabbing shit".

A group of sisters-in-law surrounded Ling Fang, like colorful waves surrounding a light sail. One wave surged here and another surged there. Ling Fang was like a general commanding thousands of troops, with a high-spirited face. Occasionally, she would look towards the door, and a trace of sadness flashed across her cheeks. There was a voice in the sadness that kept saying, I wish you could come, come! I built this place purely for you! How could you not come and see it? I live for you all my life! I want you to know even if I have some achievements, even though I sometimes hate you...

Xiao Jianguo was born on the bank of the Han River in 1970 and now lives on the bank of the Dongjiang River. He writes novels in his spare time. In recent years, he has published more than 100 short stories and novels in provincial newspapers and periodicals such as Tianjin Literature, Yangtze River Literature and Art, and Zhanghui Novels. Some short stories have been reprinted by "Novel Monthly", and some novellas have been adapted into movie scripts. I had just turned six when my father came back from the army. On that day, our family was as lively as the Chinese New Year. Early in the morning, my mother pulled me out of bed. It was early spring, the sky was bright, and except for the annoying rooster that kept crowing, even the sun hadn't shown its face yet. Naturally, I couldn't bear to leave the warm bed. I was like a naked fish, dodging my mother's extended hand left and right on the bed. Mother said, stop making trouble and get up quickly, your father is coming back today.

Ding Jie Niu is weeding Bao Gu in his own land. Ding Jie Niu wore a flat-brimmed straw hat on his head, the hem of his white shirt was tucked into his trousers, and he was barefoot. His sleeves and trouser legs were rolled up, making him look smart and smart. Among the farmers in Hongtugou, he looked a little unusual. In order to save money, farmers in this area have never been willing to wear straw hats. They also rarely wear white shirts because they are intolerant of getting dirty. Ding Jie Niu has his own set of opinions. He believes that buying a straw hat costs only a few dollars, but it can block the sun and ultraviolet rays for a long time and reduce the probability of skin cancer. It is very cost-effective. As for the white shirt that is not resistant to stains, is a black shirt resistant to stains? In fact, no matter whether it is a white shirt or a black shirt, the degree of stain resistance is the same, but the black shirt is darker and cannot be seen with the eyes. Animals like humans are really good at deceiving themselves.

At this time, the sun has set on the horizon, and the rays of light in the western sky are as gorgeous as a watercolor painting. The breath of dusk was slowly spreading, and a black truck in the distance was like a fast squirming insect, spitting out a stream of gray-white smoke, and disappeared from sight again with a squeaking sound. A truck lost its memory, treating itself like a rocket, roaring across the narrow road behind it. The rising dust filled the air and formed a vast banner, which faded away reluctantly after a long time. The surroundings suddenly became quiet, with no dogs barking or urchins playing or crying. The noise at dusk suddenly receded into a very distant place. Mi Qiu was a little dazed, as if she was crossing from one world to another. The clear sky and green mountains in the distance, the jagged buildings and lush trees nearby, and the red soil under her feet turned into a layered ink painting in her consciousness. Liu Mengzhi, who was holding a bucket in front of him, was like a silhouette, melting into the dusk. Like a certain shot in a movie, the freeze frame after being opened has an indescribable flavor, simple and quiet.

The old people in Tucun hate being industrious the most. They say that laziness is a fatal disease. Now, I can no longer avoid my laziness, because the stories from many years ago and the voices of childhood are gradually disappearing like dominoes. Sometimes, a fire hook, or a few worn pages of a book, will make me stay in the past when I am dozens of years younger than I am now, or in the rain or the wind. I am like a prematurely withered willow leaf, swaying on those stories, letting the emotional ripples wrap around me, sinking deeply, unable to extricate myself.

The village was so small that a gourd can be used to pull it over. Four of the seventy-six people were kidnapped by bandits in one fell swoop. The old are old, the young are young, and the families are all equally poor. There is not much left to sweep with a broom. Don't you think the bandits are asking for trouble? Besides, this group of people and that group of people have been washing it so many times, even the fat intestines have been washed out of oil. The villagers were chattering about this together, guessing that the informant might have led the wrong way: it is a big village, and there are no particularly wealthy households. The beggars are too few, and the rabbits are too lazy to poop here. Is it worth a trip, and is it worth tying up four of them at once? However - one of the elders bit his pipe and said thoughtfully: It's hard to say. The bandits are so poor and anxious that the King of Hell will not disdain the thinness of ghosts.

When Lu Jiangmin heard Qiuye teasing him, he also smiled playfully and said, "Qiuye, should you bring the results of my guidance to the meeting for everyone to see?" Qiuye said coquettishly, "Who is your achievement?" You think beautifully. You should be careful that other instructors make fun of you and make you lose face by instructing new rural instructors to become uncles. When Lu Jiangmin heard what Qiuye said, he stopped writing in front of the table, walked to Qiuye and hugged Qiuye and said, "If Qiuye and the others really see you, they won't make me jealous to death." Unexpectedly, just such a sentence made Qiuye so excited that tears flashed in his eyes. Jiang Min, do you really think so? People in Nitai Sun Village were talking behind my back, saying that sooner or later you would regret it and become Chen Shimei's after entering the city. The more they talked, the more scared I became, fearing that you would really not want me after you entered the city. Lu Jiangmin didn't expect Qiuye, who had always been confident, to be so unsure of his marriage. He said, Qiuye, you are the kind of person who doesn't care what others say. Where is your self-confidence? Qiuye lowered his head and hesitated for a while and said, No matter how confident I am, I still know that I am a farmer.

Fifteen years later, red flags were everywhere and the sky was full of red stars. Shang Yuming was labeled as a current counter-revolutionary because he sang for Liu Mazi. At this time, he was already an old man in his sixties, but his body was strong and his bearing was still there. He let go of his throat and shouted, causing dust to fly from the beams. But people have to bow their heads under the eaves. No matter how prosperous and powerful Shang Yuming was back then, now he has become an eggplant beaten by the frost after autumn. The great ability is swallowed into the stomach, and only you know the taste. Fortunately, Shang Yuming was optimistic. When he came back from the criticism, he looked at the bland meal prepared by Xiaoxiancao and his two ignorant sons. He actually grinned: What a ball! What scene did I not see when I was singing in opera? I have been singing about Mr. Guan all my life. With his protection, I will surely see the sun again after the rain! Shang Yuming's words can be regarded as self-mockery, and they can also be regarded as comforting the little fairy grass mother and son not to worry.

Accompanied by Heizi, the old village chief came to the graves of his wife and grandson with paper money. Heizi barked at the sky. The old village chief knelt on the ground, lit the paper money and said: "Honey, dog, Zhao Dana deserves it! He doesn't deserve it!" He looked at the flames, trembling his hands, and added the paper money one by one, and said: "Oh, my wife, you said Zhao Dana is a pathetic person, call me Give him a way to live, I will give him a chance. His mother will not let him live, let him suffer retribution! Now the two local government departments want to punish him! Yes, let him live, let him suffer retribution! "

If you go to our Bashui River, if you see a boy in rags running in front and a girl carrying a bamboo pole behind her, unable to win or catch up, you will see the girl behind her throwing away the bamboo pole in her hand and crying loudly: "Oh my God! What do you live to do?" Then you can be sure that this boy is disabled. We people living by the Bashui River never ask those who live like dogs, "What do you live to do?" But for those who are disabled, they ask: "What do you live to do?" "What do you live to do?" This is a fatal question. My mother swallowed hard and didn't cry out the next sentence, "Why don't you die?" This logic is a bit confusing.

In October, the first heavy snow fell on the Batan grassland. Soon, the majestic mountains surrounding the Batan Grassland were covered with white caps. The Batan Grassland, which had been rejoicing all summer, was a little tired and seemed to have fallen into this winter sleep in one step. Looking at the heavy snow, Mei Duo calculated the return date of the black-necked crane...

Zheng Jun was on his deathbed. I rushed into the ward, held Zheng Jun's hand and said, "Zheng Jun, our scientific research results won the first prize of the National Science and Technology Progress Award." Zheng Jun smiled and said, "Fanqing, congratulations to you, decades of hard work have finally paid off. You can also comfort your mentor, your father-in-law, Professor Shao." I said, "The results belong to all of us. The hard work you have put in , I know it best." Zheng Jun glanced at Qi Huaizheng and said, "Chief Qi, you are my hero." Qi Huaizheng stepped forward and held Zheng Jun's hand and said, "Zheng Jun, the one person I feel sorry for the most is you. I tell you, you can't leave! We must stay together after retirement. This is our rule!"

Luo Kuishan called all four of his sons back. The second son, Luo Shengjun, brought half a fan of mutton and asked his wife and mother to chop the meat into fillings in the kitchen. Among Luo Kuishan's four sons, the second son, Luo Shengjun, lives a better-off life. He does not farm and makes money by raising sheep. The eldest son, Luo Sheng, became addicted to learning how to farm and did not want to do anything else. He went to work in the city for three days and then came back. He said that he felt uncomfortable building a building for city people. He was also afraid of heights and did not dare to look down when standing on a second-story floor. Luo Shengxue no matter whether there is drought or flood every year, his twelve acres of land are always as strong as in previous years. He is also considered carefree and does not need much savings, because the girl is doing well in middle school and has saved enough money for tuition fees.

Just after the Waking of Insects, the cornfield at the head of the village revealed its spiky green. The morning air was very fresh, and Benben felt a little drunk as he sniffed it. Benben was probably the first person in the whole village to get up, with two buckets swinging proudly on both ends of the pole. The well is in the east of the village. Benben hurriedly put down the bucket, and the bucket made a "bang" sound in the well. Benben smiled, feeling like he was shaking all morning. The wooden bucket full of water said nothing, while the pole creaked on Clumsy's shoulder. Benben walked briskly, and a layer of undulating water gathered on the surface of the bucket mouth. The water ripples forward, and then backwards in the rhythm controlled by Cunben. The fluctuating water shook Benben's face, and Benben's heart was as quiet as a lively drop of water. Passing by a high courtyard wall, the dog inside started barking again. That's Heipi's dog.

Huangyan, the "Hometown of Mandarin Oranges in China", is an eye-catching name forged from 5,000 years of historical accumulation and modern civilization. It is located in the middle of the golden coastline of Zhejiang Province, adjacent to two national tourist resorts, Tiantai Mountain and Yandang Mountain. Huangyan has a long history, and humans have been living here since the Neolithic Age. In the second year of Shangyuan of the Tang Dynasty, Yongning County was first established, and in the first year of Tianshou it was changed to Huangyan to this day. Huangyan's organizational system has changed several times. In 1989, it was removed from the county and established as a city, and in 1994, it was removed from the city and established as a district. It is now one of the main urban areas of Taizhou City, covering an area of ​​988 square kilometers and a population of about 580,000. Huangyan's literary style is at its peak, and he has been known as "Little Zou Lu" since ancient times. Today's Huangyan has developed science and education, and has a large number of talents. It has been awarded as "National Advanced County in Science and Technology Work" and "National Top 100 County in Science and Technology Strength"; it has been named "National Hometown of Martial Arts" and "National Advanced Sports Area".

In the morning, Cao Daxue suddenly said that he had chest pain and asked Cao Shugen to send him to Yema Chong Street to find a doctor. Cao Shugen thought that Cao Daxue wanted to deceive him again. This turtle son often deceived him in this way, hoping to go to the street to play and get some snacks. Cao Shugen kicked Cao Daxue, saying you are a bitch, are you greedy again? Cao Shugen often kicked his sons like this. Whether they were in college or elementary school, Cao Shugen would kick them like this whenever they made a mistake. Unexpectedly, Cao Daxue couldn't help but kicked him this time. He fell to the ground like a rotten log. After kicking Cao Shugen, he saw his son rolling on the ground like a donkey, his face deformed in pain. Cao Shugen suddenly panicked and called his wife Tian Xiuying to find Ma Buhuan.

Xinghua Village is located 15 kilometers northeast of Fenyang City. There is a national highway in front of the "village" and a highway not far behind the "village". It is 90 kilometers away from the provincial capital Taiyuan. It is adjacent to Pingyao Ancient City to the east and Jiexiu Mianshan Mountain to the south. The environment is elegant and accessible in all directions. Xinghuacun has a long and profound history of wine making. It is currently the only company in my country that owns two nationally famous wines, Fenjiu and Zhuyeqing. If the world is eternal, then Fenzhou Xinghua Village and the world's fine wines have become a new kind of eternity. If the tree of life is evergreen, then Xinghua Village and Lao Baifen will always be the beautiful vision of the world. It is said that there are 19 places named "Xinghua Village" in our country, among which 6 "Xinghua Villages" are more famous.

The dispute between the Dong family and the Liao family harmed Yaogui Pi and Dong Mei. After walking seventy or eighty miles south from Shouchun City, we arrived at an ancient town. Going deeper into the ancient town, which was just over a dozen miles of dirt road, we arrived at a village called Liaojiayingzi. The Liao family is a big family in Yinxian Town. If I walked around for ten miles and asked three or five people, nine out of ten of them would be named Liao. Therefore, the Liao family Yingzi has a nickname called "Xiangying", which means loud village. The name of the village "Ying" has a lot of origin. During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, it belonged to the fiefdom of Chu State. The word "Ying" in Qu Yuan's "Sorrow for Ying" is thick with unexplainable feelings. Therefore, following the "Spring and Autumn Law", Shouchun people called the village Ying.