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Liuli Village was an ordinary village six miles east of Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty. The twelve volumes of "Liulizhuang Legacy" include nearly 600 fragments of text, most of which are miscellaneous memories of the characters in Liuli Village and the deeds of related people. This book is the result of more than ten years of preparation and accumulation by the author Dong Dongqiang. A few chapters of the book have been serialized on the Internet in recent years. The whole book is imitated in the genre of note-taking novels such as "Taiping Guangji" and "An Introduction to Ancient and Modern Tan Tan". It uses the unofficial style of hearsay to describe all things in life, and uses the joking tone of storytelling to imitate the people in the city and the countryside. In the casual conversation, a few slang songs with wild tunes were sung; in understatement, a long and enchanting and strange worldly scroll was pieced together. The light part of the pen and ink is like tea, and the strong part is like wine; there are often strange and interesting words in the words, and many of them are affectionate.

In Tibetan legends, "Shambhala", as the concept of pure land opposite to "dirty country", is the ideal kingdom of perfect happiness, perfection and beauty that everyone yearns for. It is impossible for ordinary people to get close to Shambhala because it is "the place where gods live". Since the publication of the British writer Hilton's novel "Lost Horizon" in 1933, people's search for Shangri-La (Shambhala) has never stopped. The story of the novel "Secret of Fragrance" took place in 1944. I took a Flying Tigers fighter plane to perform a special mission in western Yunnan. Unfortunately, it crashed while crossing the snowy peaks of the Himalayas. I survived and was rescued by an old man in a cave house in the snowy mountain jungle. He told me that this was the gate to the Shambhala Kingdom. He and a group of mysterious people were the guardians of the gate of the Shambhala Kingdom. I recuperated here and experienced various magical events. In particular, the old man used the ice wall like a magic mirror in the cave to show me the story of a cattle herding tribe that migrated in a snowstorm and lived a narrow life in search of a place to survive - a fairyland-like fertile pasture. They migrated just to find the legendary lush pasture. They emerged from the snowstorm, defeated the harassment of wolves, and headed for new pastures. I finally understood that Shambhala is not in the sky, but in the heart of man. Everyone has his own piece of pure land hidden in his heart, which is the ideal country of Shambhala. Only a sincere heart that is good and unyielding in the pursuit of ideals can achieve this.

The sun is scorching the earth like fire, and it is also scorching the crops in the field and the trees and weeds on the river bank. The noisy chirping of cicadas adds to the heat. Shuanzi climbed up the narrow bluestone steps to the Tuhai River Gate. As usual, he climbed up to the highest pillar of the gate and sat on the top.

The novel "The Man Who Came Out of the Red Sweet Potato Kiln" describes the growth and life history of a poor rural child in rural Xiguanzhong, Shaanxi Province. It takes the life experience of the protagonist Li Houpin as the main line. The art shows the protagonist and the villagers supporting each other and forging ahead in hardship, recreating the difficult years in the past and reflecting the valuable qualities of ordinary rural families who work hard and are positive in the face of hardship and adversity.

This book is a rural-themed novel. It tells about some people and events in the author's hometown of Honghu from 1949 to 1959. Based on his own experience and true feelings, the author uses a more realistic approach to write about the mental journey of the farmers. A rare and evocative farmers' hymn. There are four parts in the book, and this book is the first.

The novel revolves around a poor rural family. Through the ups and downs of this ordinary family, it reflects the protagonist's beautiful qualities of diligence, optimism, generosity, and kindness. A car accident took away Yiwen's parents. From then on, Yiwen, a sixteen-year-old boy, took on the responsibility of a family and took care of his younger sisters Yixin and Lianxi. The three brothers and sisters experienced various hardships and grew up hard, but they were not trapped and overwhelmed. They rely on each other, encourage each other, run for life, fight for learning, and work hard for love. In the end, with their wisdom and kindness, the three brothers and sisters grew up and achieved their own happiness.

The novel describes the emotional experience of a young farmer named Zhuzi in Zhao Village. In today's context where farmers from the countryside are moving out to work in the city, Zhuzi's daughter-in-law, Lanzi Ma, also leaves home to work in the city. Zhuzi insists on staying in his hometown and cultivating the fields. The long separation triggered an emotional crisis between the two. At this time, Yuxiu, the daughter-in-law left behind in the village, entered Zhuzi's life. As the relationship between the two increased, Zhuzi's spirit underwent a series of new changes. At the same time, as a large number of young men and women from the countryside migrate to the city, a series of new contradictions and problems have been brought to the countryside: the survival of left-behind elderly people, the lack of love for left-behind children, environmental problems caused by straw burning, etc. Agricultural modernization and the construction of new rural areas have become empty words. Who will save the countryside? Where should rural areas go in the 21st century?

The educated youth who went to the countryside in Luoyang jumped in and settled in a small Tibetan village. Here, he met Ayi Pema, an old Tibetan grandmother who treated him as her own son, Captain Dorje, who was as strict as his father, and Aga, who was like an elder brother and helped him a lot in life. He met the beautiful and pure Davaram, a local female educated youth, who made Luoyang, who had just entered life, feel the beautiful love that blends body and soul. However, facing the empty ideal of life, young Luoyang tasted melancholy for the first time. Davaram became a commune primary school teacher. She met Teacher Gyatsoge, found her true love, and hoped to have a harbor where she could stay for the rest of her life. On a stormy night, Davaram fell into deep mud in order to retrieve the two children who sneaked into the swamp to trap rabbits... Miao Er, who is stubborn by nature, is not afraid of power, and elopes with his beloved girl Ong Mu, wandering in a foreign country...

Thick Soil, author Chen Yongxiang. Parents are here, don't turn off the phone. This is a sentence I saw in the newspaper a few years ago. After seeing it, I remembered it in my heart. Since then, my phone has been on 24 hours a day, even when charging.

This book is a brand new work by contemporary writer You Fengwei. It continues You Fengwei's creative style of combining history and reality. In the novel, the author tells the story of what he encountered after returning to his hometown in the first person. The living conditions, living conditions and character spirits of the people in Ludi during the historical changes are highlighted in the author's writing. It is fictional, but it is accurate, sharp and points directly to the weaknesses of human nature. The work uses an objective and calm attitude, and uses realistic and magical stories to present the outline of human nature, the blood of culture and the dimension of the spirit of the times. The intention is far-reaching and shocking.

This is a story about returning home. I imagined my distant hometown in Shenzhen. There are 18 million hometowns for 18 million migrant workers. As far as the modernization process is concerned, all hometowns in China are the same, with popular trends blowing in and young people leaving. During the holidays, we come back from distant cities and bring something new. Young people are proud of themselves, but the older generation can't stand it, lamenting or clenching their teeth and cursing the world. Nowadays this is called urbanization. To understand urbanization, there is a starting point, a destination, and the so-called "human urbanization." In my opinion, the city is not a container, but a fractional symbol like a sieve. The appropriate ones stand on the numerator, and the inappropriate ones are sieved into the denominator. Whether the numerator or the denominator, the key lies in whether the younger generation has really found its own coordinates in the city and whether it really understands urban civilization. Who will settle these souls? Who will give them the answer?

The novel describes the touching story of a group of young women who went to Beidahuang in the 1960s and 1970s to start a business on the barren black land, fearing no sacrifice and dedicating their youth... Showing the spirit of selfless dedication of the older generation. Life in Beidahuang left unforgettable memories in the hearts of young people living on the border. In their stories, there is no fashionable and romantic love, nor feasting and luxury, but only the most true and simple life and emotions. Everyone in the story has experienced ups and downs, and encountered many misfortunes and hardships, but in the end they can always feel the strong positive energy, which hits their hearts and makes them feel admiration.

Interpret the profound changes in rural values ​​over the past twenty years and the complicated emotional trajectory of the little girl in the great era.

This is a novel with rural themes. The book takes the isolated and barren villages along the ancient Yellow River route as the background and describes the customs and customs of the ancient route as well as the simplicity, loyalty and even stupidity of the people there. Generations of ancestors have lived and survived along the ancient waterway. The villagers relied on the will of the old man Fuxing, a hero who fought to resist U. S. Aggression and aid Korea, and a disabled soldier, to suppress the pioneering spirit and scientific attitude of young people. However, under the impact of the wave of reform and opening up, the villagers gradually awakened, and the old man Fuxing's mind became enlightened. The entire rural village has changed its poverty and backwardness.

This is a novel that reflects the rural themes of the last century. The protagonist of this book, Grandpa Wang Fulin, has been diligent and thrifty throughout his life, working hard and bearing no complaints. Together with his wife, he has silently shouldered the burden of life for three generations of his family. He only wants to restore the family's former glory and build a tile-roofed house for his grandson. However, due to various reasons, until his death, he only laid the foundation, but did not build a tile-roofed house. But his virtues of diligence, kindness and perseverance deeply touched Sun Tzu's heart. This book depicts a typical image of a farmer who is diligent, kind, full of hope and pursuit. The novel has vivid language, distinct themes, and outstanding character descriptions.

A legendary and full of life story. A "colonel" who was originally brilliant won countless battles in his life, but in the end he lost to a trivial secret. The story revolves around this secret and advances in the confrontation between the desire to protect and the desire to spy. The bizarre story hides a sigh-inducing flavor of life, including the cruelty caused by daily life and the kindness brought by time.

This book is a novel describing rural reform. The work unfolds the clues of conflicts through the promotion of Kong Taishun, an "eighth-rank township official" (Secretary of the Party Committee of Lutou Town). He went from a conscientious grassroots cadre to a dominant county chief. As a local manager, Kong Taishun is not a perfect person, but he is real and a real rural elite living in our lives. The novel not only writes about rural reform and the corruption related to the reform, but also vividly reveals the mental journey and ideological conflicts of the characters in the book. It is a substantial and thick work.

The wind still spread its hooves, rolling on the grass and wild cattails, rolling out small circular pits in the green and yellow plants. The sun hugs the low-pressed mountains with its warm chest, steaming the aroma of dry cow dung, dry straw and ripe crops into the clear air. Some big old storks flew out of the grass silently, and the wind flicked their tails and blew them away. Oh, Liu Guangzong's heart felt as tender as water. This is his Bashan, the transparent and substantial Bashan that he is familiar with, that nurtures him, and that he relies on. He was leaning on Bashan, just like he was leaning on his real yellow sand cow.

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.

Introduction to "Knights of the Cross Street" 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".