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My father asked us: Where will the urns of your mother and sister be buried? Was it transported back to his hometown of Xiwanfan and buried under his grandfather and grandmother? The feng shui of that place is good. We, the five brothers, discussed where to put the urn in Wuhan and decided to put it in my father's widowed home. But now, when we see our father's white hair and his waning figure, we feel that this is disrespectful and cruel. Therefore, none of us dare to speak to our father...

The cries of the three brothers shook the three old houses. They were born here and grew up here. After getting married, they walked out of the old house one by one. From then on, the old house was no longer their home. They were like passers-by who rarely stayed here. Half a year later, the Liu brothers funded a daycare in the village, located in Mrs. Liu's courtyard. Villagers take turns volunteering. During the busy farming season, the two small buildings were filled with elderly people, and the atmosphere was lively and festive. Chunhua went to the courtyard to help whenever she had free time. When she heard about a daughter-in-law who was not good to her parents-in-law, she would give her personal experience and advise them not to leave guilt or regret on themselves, to be generous in everything, to think about it from the perspective of an old man, and to see what they did wrong! In this way, there will be less dissatisfaction and less conscience condemnation in the future.

An Zhi followed her out and looked at her back. His heart suddenly felt inexplicably soft. He took two steps and took her hand. Chen Qijiu's body trembled slightly, but she didn't turn around. She just said lightly: "The person you like is inside." An Zhi's face was like a breeze, and he said softly: "While in that thick fog, I had already seen clearly who is the person I should cherish and protect." After a pause, he added: "Actually, I already knew it after my uncle jumped. He entrusted you to me. I don't want us to wake up only at the end of our lives." Chen Qijiu trembled violently and slowly turned around, with tears in her eyes. He looked at An Zhi with a smile, endured it, and finally rushed forward to hug An Zhi.

I suddenly felt that there were thousands of mountains and rivers separating me from Schumann: one was a capable person, and the other was a poor person. There was such a huge gap between them. It must be awkward for us to meet now. Life and death are a matter of an instant. We are still brothers from the end of the world. Everything must be stored in memory. Let us meet again and again in our boyhood. The next morning I took my leave. Daya sent me to the street corner. The ground is covered with golden fallen leaves, and there is a misty autumn rain, which is very emotional.

There lived a Mai Ke from northern Shaanxi in Huertai. Some people say that his arrival in Huertai was related to two women. Otherwise, after each family's wheat harvest has been completed and the head of the household has settled his account, this single man named Baokui has not returned to northern Shaanxi yet. Instead, he has rented a grocery store in Huertai and even sold things to live in. It seems that he will live in Huertai permanently. I heard that when Baokui came, the rich man in the west of Huertai Village had just married a daughter-in-law from northern Shaanxi. This daughter-in-law was so green and tender that the men in the whole village were red-eyed and the women were sore. In less than half a day, the name "Lotus" rolled hundreds of times on the tongues of all the men, women, and children in the village.

It started to rain outside the house, and the spring rain fell on my face. It was cold and refreshing. There were no pedestrians on the bank of Qingliu Lake. I walked alone in the rainy night. As I walked, I felt at ease. I clearly feel that life in this world is an endless pursuit of perfect sentient beings. Even though I know that it may be empty and empty, I am still convinced that it exists. This belief is like genes inherited from people from a long time ago. This is the noblest inheritance of human beings, and it will be passed on to people no matter what life or situation they are in. I cannot bear the responsibility of righteousness. I, Feng Laowu and Feng Qiulai, will definitely fulfill my duties in life: take care of my elderly parents, love my wife and daughter, comfort my three sisters, and comfort my brother who passed away early. No matter how hard the world is, I will follow this thought and slowly do it. After all, my shop is well-established. Tomorrow I will go to the provincial capital with my wife Ma Li to purchase equipment, and the opening will be today. At this moment, there is no need to think about anything else, just go home and go to bed early. For the first time, my body obeyed the command of my brain. After washing, I fell into bed and fell asleep.

You can't hide your love for someone. The eager and painful gaze of "Hai Jar" was quickly caught by the fourth uncle. The fourth uncle's heart felt as if someone had cut out a piece of his heart. His cherished baby was being remembered by others. The feeling was like a hen opening its wings and the hair on its neck standing up when facing an eagle attacking its child. As the only strong man in the family, the fourth uncle felt that it was his responsibility to protect his family. On this day, the wind calmed down a bit, which was a good time to fish. My fourth uncle took my brother to the tidal flat to net fish. He used bamboo poles to stretch out a long net. The bamboo poles were inserted into the tidal flat. After the tide went out, he would pick up the fish that had no time to escape. Unexpectedly, the "sea jar" who liked the second aunt took advantage of the calm wind to turn the boat around, and accidentally broke the net set up by the fourth uncle. The fourth uncle wanted him to pay compensation, but it was probably not negotiated, so the fourth uncle carried his anchor back. When the second aunt found out, she told the fourth uncle that the boat had no anchor and no one was alive, so return it quickly! The fourth uncle turned his head to one side and said stubbornly: He deserves it!

The last email Lu Xing sent was on the weekend. He was exchanging his feelings about their "affair" with a male friend who had also signed up for "Dating in the City." He seemed to be very fond of a woman named "Tang" on the date. In the email to the male friend, Lu Xing expressed his praise for Tang, saying that she would indeed make men melt like a toffee... And that he would have the opportunity to introduce them to each other. At the end of the email, he said that he and "Tang" would go to a nearby scenic spot to enjoy themselves for a few days. I deleted Lu Xing's email address from my address book and chose to reject emails from this user. None of this means much though. Lu Xing, maybe he thought that he was not treacherous at all, he was just enjoying life in a man's way, that's all. When he passed by my city that time, he maybe thought it was just a mutual fulfillment. If I derived anything from this, and even had thoughts of questioning or even subverting my existing life, it was only because I had lived in an inland city for a long time.

Just pull the hook and ask Suzuko to stretch out her hand. Pull the hook and hang yourself, and it will not change for a hundred years. The two of us chanted loudly, and the two frogs were probably frightened by us. They kicked their legs and swam to the other side of the pond with a pop. Ming Lingzi and I recited another sentence at the same time: Heavy rain is coming, frog and frog move quickly. Heavy rain is coming. Frog, frog, move quickly...

Gradually, he seemed to have a dream in his heart. Yes, in addition to having a dream that he is embarrassed to express for the time being, he also firmly believes in a simple way of life: "Everyone says they want to be a good person and do more good deeds. In fact, they are all just paying lip service. You also need to be deliberate. What kind of good person should you be and what kind of good deeds should you do? Those who guard their greed and do not harm others are good people; those who do what they should do are good deeds." This is a truth that the blessing brother often says in recent times. In fact, this is what he has been working hard to implement now. This is the truth of life that he realized from often watching the scenery of the river and listening to the sound of the river.

When Hao Chunsheng entered the office the next day, seeing Qin Qing's haggard look, he really wanted to kill that man for her. "Why don't you divorce?" "It was my choice, and what I did at the beginning was not fair to him. Now, I am also responsible." That was the first time Hao Chunsheng saw Qin Qing shed tears in the seven years he had been with Qin Qing, but he had no way to comfort her.

Li Xiaoxi and Wenjie, who originally went to Lhasa for divorce this time, did not expect such a big gain. They were leaving Lhasa the next day. According to Tibetan etiquette, Uncle Buqiong and his family presented them with white hadas and repeatedly told them to treat this place as their own home and come back often to visit when they have time. Li Xiaoxi and Wenjie also said excitedly that they must come and take the train next time. Back at the hotel, Wenjie said that this trip to Lhasa was really rewarding. Li Xiaoxi ignored Wenjie's words. When she received a call from Wenjie at the gallery on Barkhor Street, she knew that Wenjie had returned to her. Wenjie said, let's take the train after the railway is repaired. Li Xiaoxi still didn't answer Wenjie's words. She remained stupid and didn't know what she was thinking. Wenjie thought he didn't know which words made Li Xiaoxi unhappy and asked softly, what's wrong with you? It took Li Xiaoxi a long time to say, I want to go to the airport tomorrow to change my ticket and go to Sichuan to see my father. Wenjie knew the reason for Li Xiaoxi's stupidity just now and said with a smile, let's go together.

In the darkness, she groped out the door. As soon as she went out, she felt much smoother. When she left the village entrance and turned onto the mountain road, she felt extremely refreshed, just like when she went to work or factory. She didn't understand why she felt so much lighter as long as she set foot on this road. She walked leisurely. She couldn't see the scenery clearly because it was still dark, but she knew whether the left side of the road was a mountain or a water, and the right side of the road was a ditch or a ditch. She came to the tea forest and stopped. She bent down and smelled the blooming camellias. It was so fragrant! In the gray and gray night, she could see how stretched and fresh these flowers were. She started groping into a cotton field, pulled out half a bundle of cotton stalks, beat their poles with stones, tore off the skins, and then twisted them into a rope. She took the twisted rope to a big camellia tree near the shore, sat down and looked at the east.

The brother and cousin nodded, and the sound of the sea seemed to surge in the dark night. Every night, they lay in the darkness talking and singing, while I nestled in my mother's womb, listening to the whispers of the night. I can understand the language of the night, I am destined to be a child of midnight. My brother and cousin would touch my mother's belly with their hands every night. They spoke to me and I answered with my own words. I longed to come into this world, and I longed to be loved by all of them.

That night, we talked a lot about the past, and more importantly about the future, and we were determined to leave this place. Maybe sticking to it is not a wise choice, and giving up will mean more opportunities. I also know that our giving up means running away, but we must find a balance in reality. It seems that this is not a place worthy of our nostalgia. Just this night, our conversation melted the ice. She said, as long as you go with me, I don't care about anything. I also know that resignation is more important than true love, or that the two cannot be compared.

Outside the window, the sound of firecrackers was beeping and popping, rising and falling like the tide. Not far away, the fireworks were still going on, and the small patch of sky reflected was unpredictable, like the face of a ghost. Staring at Wang Zhixing's triumphant face, Rouge suddenly felt that all the feelings around her were being pulled away with the ebbing tide. All the familiar people were gradually fading and disappearing as the feelings were withdrawn. Li Cuilan, Wang Zhixing, Liu Guoli, Wang Xiaotiao, Chen Yuansheng, Liu Lina. And Luo Yu. After a long while, Yanzhi said to Wang Zhixing: "Let's get divorced."

While she was arranging dinner, I went into the bedroom to pack the necessary clothes and the painting tools that I could take with me. I rolled up a slightly formed painting and hid it under the sofa. After running for a long time, I panted and slowed down. At this time, my suspicion was confirmed, and someone was following me. Although it was not surprising to see pedestrians on the road in the middle of the night in the city, I was sure that those footsteps were following mine. I stopped and listened carefully. Yes, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, firm and timid, and then I heard gasping. I turned around and she was standing a few steps away from me, shivering as if she was cold. She squatted down suddenly, hugged her head and knees, and began to cry. The more she cried, the harder she cried, and finally it became a howl.

Tuoba and Ji Tangshan came in and said they would accompany her to Maosheng to see Chi Shengyang - in fact, they wanted to explore her heart. Unexpectedly, she raised her face and nodded. I was so busy in the past that I seemed to only see the trauma of others and ignore the pain in my own heart. Once it was revealed, my heart sank. But now she seemed calm. She said: "I want to go. He has no legs and is more eager to stand up." But Tuoba said: "If you choose Chi Shengyang, you will choose a life of suffering. Think about it, everything is too late." Dai Lan said: "Li Qianqian and Wei Qianfeng are both dead, what else can I say? Compared to them, we are lucky. In fact, now it seems that I like Chi Shengyang and I also like Wei Qianfeng. I love a man. Chi Shengyang is disabled. Originally, the forward was shouldered by me, but when he left, I can only focus on myself. This way, my energy will be more concentrated, because my love for the forward is concentrated on Chi Shengyang."

A few years later, a pair of gray-haired old people were welcomed into the ancient town of Sandouping. This couple is the elderly He Pengfei and his wife. He Pengfei is now over seventy years old. As he grew older, He Pengfei thought of his mother and took his wife to search for his ancestors. Before that, he thought that his mother returned to China with all the Japanese in the year Japan surrendered. Now that he is back, he is only visiting some descendants of the He family. But when he set foot on this land and the old people told them everything about his mother here, He Pengfei couldn't wait any longer. He said with tears: "I deserve to die, I'm such a fool. In fact, I went back to Wuhan after I left. Why can't I go see my mother?"

Don't think that all grudges have been resolved, and Chen Kai and I should live together with Meimei. In fact, this kind of quarrel and reconciliation, quarrel and reconciliation again, is the normal state of our lives, and the power of life inertia cannot be underestimated. He was still him, and I was still me. He started to come home late again, and I started to be sarcastic again. I will not seek death, nor did I do it last time. In the subsequent quarrel, Chen Kai took it as a laughing stock without hesitation. The woman cried, made trouble, and hung herself. He said that I had already used it, and there was nothing left to show off. Would I die for this kind of person? Then I will make myself a joke.

What a close companionship it was. Speechless. Like people and their shadows. What is he waiting for? Send me away? So loyal to send me away. Because I want to leave. I should shake his hand. Just when this idea came to my mind, I was pushed into the iron gate that meant disconnection by the crowd behind me. I've lost my chance. A burning pain suddenly burned through the top of my head. I stood out from the crowd and was already very close to Lu Nan. Only then did I realize my hand. I was holding a suitcase in one hand and a large bag in the other. In other words, I don't have one hand to hold the other hand at all. It's not because of the crowds. Don't blame time for being ruthless. The source of all this disorder and haste turns out to be me. This is me. A person who always wants and refuses.

At this age, she is already worried about her retirement. She is worried because of her self-esteem. I remember reading an essay of hers many years ago, in which she wrote that when she was walking, she saw a decent old man hesitate and then finally walked towards a table of leftovers from a diner on the roadside. She said, I swear, as long as I live, I will never let my family and I fall to such a loss of dignity. This kind of self-esteem and integrity that comes from sensitivity reminds me of Zhang Ailing. When Zhang Ailing's love for Hu Lancheng was on the verge of begging for mercy, Hu Lancheng said that she finally couldn't fall into the fog and wanted to defend herself. What people with sensitive self-esteem are most afraid of is this kind of "fog number", so they will make decisions.

On a drizzly evening, she held an umbrella and walked to the tree where they had their first date. This is the end of autumn of the second year that the two have known each other. In the misty drizzle, he and the emotions between them seemed to be a long time ago, wrapped in the depths of the rain and mist. Some flowering trees swayed slightly in the wind, and the relationship between them really became an old thing. What can you pick up when you return to the old place? The passage of time caught them off guard. The fine grass and lush foliage cannot block the wind, which has blown away the old scenery. Yes, what can you pick up when you go to those old places? What did the grass catch? Did the leaves hear anything? Everything was blown away by the wind, leaving only the breath and existence of the grass. Moments, feelings, and worldly affairs only pass through the hearts of two people. There is a little flower in full bloom where they sat. Has the blooming of this little flower absorbed the fragrance of the worldly affairs? She picked the little flower and took it home.

In 1992, Jiang Bi, a young man from Hainan, published a personal quote on the page of a magazine with a mailing address. He received more than 30 letters asking for a pen pal. Xueer, a female vocational high school student in Jiansanjiang, Heilongjiang Province, always responded quickly to letters, so we kept coming back and forth. Over the past five years, the two of them wrote nearly fifty letters (only part of them are published here). It was not until July 11, 1997 that the two met for the first time at a college in Harbin, and a marriage was made. So far, the two of them live in the west of Hainan Island and have a lively and cute little boy.

Lao Hong said, I don't care who is whose idiot, I just want to sue! As an old comrade who has planted trees with you, I remind you that you will suffer a loss if you sue. Meng Daran's words came true. Lao Hong really suffered a loss. On the day of the trial, the leader he wanted to sue did not show up at all. The secretary who could represent the leader only said a few words of anger to Lao Hong, and Lao Hong collapsed on the ground and never got up. As for what losses he would suffer later, Lao Hong could only know underground... After Lao Hong died, the superiors transferred Meng Daran back to the tree planting company, and later changed it to a landscaping company. The old Meng Daran became the manager...

What are my words going to do? Wei Zilin finally took the first bite of food into his mouth, picked up the cup, touched my cup, and took the first sip of fruit tea. Wei Zilin said: "Since she is ruthless, I don't have to be righteous. What you said is not unreasonable. I agree to break up, but I have one condition. She must compensate me for all the money I spent on her. She should know how much I spent on her. Xiao Zuxin, do you think my request is too much?" I said, "Not too much. I will go back and tell Hua Lan." When we left the restaurant, Wei Zilin stretched out a hand towards me, and I stretched out my hand to shake his hand. His hands were cold. Is it interesting to be in a relationship where the other person wants to offer money as compensation as a condition for breaking up? No.

Xiang Hui pushed Fan Yiming away and sat next to Fan Yiming, gasping for air. At that time, she did not expect that Fan Yiming would be stabbed to death by her own knife. It was not until she breathed for a moment and watched Fan Yiming suddenly stop moving after twitching for a while, and the knife was firmly embedded in Fan Yiming's blood-filled back like a mountain peak that she felt fear. Xiang Hui was trembling all over, everything was over! It's over! She thought. Her legs were shaking so badly that she could no longer stand up. She moved to the phone almost step by step. After she tremblingly pressed Sister Ning's phone, she cried uncontrollably into the phone.

The boy seemed to have thought of something again. There were some things and words that he had to say to the girl, and the girl had to know them. After all, he has not become free and unrestrained. He can afford to take up matters in Beijing, but he cannot let go. In any case, he has to take some responsibilities, but the girl shouldn't have such a temperament in front of him today... He may not be able to take responsibility for that, but that kind of life, as far as he is concerned, he is very willing to enjoy it. Let's talk, let's talk, the life here has nothing to do with him anymore, the story of him and the girl is just a thing left over from the previous life and has nothing to do with this life. So he mustered up all his strength and said more firmly: "The old wall at home will be demolished, and everyone who can't die will die. We..."

Shen Si always thought that he knew him well enough. For a long time, he thought all he wanted was to always shine in the spotlight. That's all. A sudden mysterious email from fifty years later caused his original life to lose control, and the terrible prophecies in the email came true one by one. He had to be "ordered" to approach a woman as cold as a rock - the world's chief virologist, Xu Zhiyi. As helpless as fate, human disaster is approaching step by step. An untimely love also comes quietly, and it faces the most cruel catastrophe, across time and space, in a life-and-death showdown. Time is neither black nor white, but he strives to find the gray areas where he can swim against the current. Just to meet her.

One day half a year later, a female customer came to Beauty Square. She said that she had a card from us and wondered if she could still use it. The name on that card is Ji Zixuan. Afang asked, why is it in your hands? She smiled. I found it in my husband's bag. Unexpectedly, he also had a beauty salon card. It turns out that Ji Zixuan is married. From their conversation, I learned that the woman was a bank clerk and her brother was a prosecutor. Ji Zixuan said he wouldn't get married, but it turned out to be a lie, but he just didn't have a suitable marriage partner. Like me, with no household registration, no identity, and no money, how could he marry me?

Silence stood outside the door, holding a large ball of dark fluff in his arms, looking eagerly at me blocking the door, which reminded me of the moment he proposed to me a year ago. As a wife, I tried my best to politely ask my husband: please don't let this cat into the house, okay? Send it back, send it back now! As soon as he said this, the black hair ball in Shen Shen's arms began to squirm, like a pile of shiny black rags that had been wiped off too much and were being rubbed by a pair of invisible hands. I seemed to smell the fishy smell emanating from the rag, and subconsciously reached out to cover my nose. At that moment, two vicious green rays of light suddenly shot out from the black hair, flying silently like two cold daggers, directly piercing my body wearing a silk nightgown.

When the good news about Er Sha's meritorious service was solemnly delivered to his home by two stern cadres from the County Armed Forces Department and the County Civil Affairs Bureau, his father Zhang Sanfeng read the good news over and over again and asked several times in disbelief, is this really the good news about my son Er Sha? The cadre of the Armed Forces Ministry said: "We didn't believe it at first, because... Ah, this... Er Shao, no, we all know Comrade Zhang Mao's situation, so we verified it in detail, and finally sent an official letter to the army. The official letter from the army said that it was your son Er Sha... Oh... Comrade Zhang Mao, saying that he almost gave up his young life to protect the property of the army. Our county attaches great importance to it and asked us to personally deliver the good news of meritorious service, the government's condolences and the five hundred yuan reward to your home!"

Liu Zhe, an electrician from the Yangshu Township Electrical and Water Supply Station, was installing a leakage protector on Sun's second home when he heard someone shouting outside: "Is Liu Zhe here?" Sun's second daughter-in-law said shrilly: "Here he is. Commissioner Sun, you are a township cadre, what do you think this is? You have to install some kind of protector, and it's not enough to be uneasy. Isn't this a hard-to-pay allocation?" She walked in The house said, "Look, this is not a formal dress." Sun Dahai, the propaganda committee member of the township party committee, followed him in, looked up at Liu Zhe, who was standing on the chair, and said, "Just now Director Jiang of the Township Electric Power Management Office called my house and told you to come to the office immediately. It's urgent." Liu Zhe finished tightening the last screw and jumped off the chair, "He didn't say anything?" Sun Dahai said, "Nothing.

On the morning of the accident in Yunnan and Guizhou, the sky was clear and there were no signs. As before, he ran to a high point near the engineering team station and played the flute for half an hour. The melodious sound of the flute and the moving notes floated in the mountains and streams, like an alarm clock, waking up the workers from their sleep. Then they got up happily, washed their faces, brushed their teeth, had breakfast, and finally went to the construction site one after another. The accident happened in Yungui at ten o'clock, and the sun was already high. His wife Long Qihua, with a swollen belly, was washing clothes with Fa Xiaotinglin from Yungui by a small river not far from her home in Yungui. The two chatted while washing clothes. Long Qihua asked, are you not pregnant yet? Tinglin replied that whenever he gets rid of his gambling addiction, I will get pregnant.

In May 1997, Mr. Z photographed fishermen at work in Shiliu Temple, K City, H Province. Many of the fishermen here come from Shuangpo Village, Dongying Town, Q City, which is dozens of kilometers away from K City. The fishermen in Shuangpo Village, Dongying Town, do not stay at the Shiliu Temple every day. They have to "catch the water" and stay at the Shiliu Temple for a fixed number of days every month. In addition, due to the pressure of livelihood, Mr. Z must also spend a certain amount of time to shoot advertisements to maintain his minimum living standard. As a result, they were separated in two directions. Not every time Mr. Z came to Shiliu Temple, he would meet the fishermen working here in Shuangpo Village. If the fishermen happened to go back, Mr. Z would have no choice but to walk along the riverside. Mr. Z likes Province H and the people here. Although he can't understand a word of Province H, he still stubbornly believes that this is the last piece of pure land untouched by "modern civilization." When the fishermen are away, the temporary "pier" where the boats are moored sits empty.

Twenty-two days after her mother lost contact, she suddenly sent a text message: "Daughter, are you busy? Mom will go to your place on Saturday afternoon." Before that, they only knew that their mother went to a place called Miyuan. The "they" here are my sister, brother and her. I first learned about this place when my sister asked about it in a text message. In those days, my mother didn't answer the phone or text messages. After sending her the text message about Miyuan, my mother felt like a girl who had run away from home. She finally gained freedom and ignored her children. During those times when she couldn't contact her mother, she had already decided not to care about this woman anymore. At the age of thirty, she finally started living alone.

I take the same bus to work every day, and the drivers on each bus look familiar. I bite the chopsticks in my mouth, hold a bowl of sour rice noodles in my hand, and lean the satchel with the IC card against the card reader. "Beep!" Is the beginning of my boring day. I finished my breakfast calmly in the rickety car, and when the car stopped, I bought a morning newspaper from the window. First, turning to the entertainment section, Zhu Xiaotian, one of F4, told reporters: He saw a piece of news saying that reading gossip is good for physical and mental health. He said that only now does he know that he is doing a job that is beneficial to the public. I couldn't help but smile, I had underestimated this handsome man who had passed away, but his words inspired me to work enthusiastically again. It turns out that the work I am engaged in can also be beneficial to the public. A small entertainment reporter named Wang in our magazine looks just like Zhu, but is slightly thinner than Zhu, so he is more attractive than him.

It is said to be the lovesickness of the distant sea, or the sadness of the lonely autumn. I cannot tell you your name, so let me keep this secret tightly! What can make a weather-beaten woman throb again? It must be just that: innocence. Yes, although she is twenty-nine years old and has been married once, there is no doubt that she is just like a twenty-year-old girl, still waiting for the romance that may come: drinking wine late at night, traveling to the polar regions, at an uninhabited station, they got lost, and then set up a small red clay stove to cook tea and listen to poetry. Everything can only be a fantasy. In such a realistic city, men are busy making money, and women are also busy making money. Men want to make money to develop their careers, and women want to make money to dress themselves up.

While buying medicine for my mother in the hospital, an old man with snow-white hair fell to the ground. The person in front of me ran away, so I had no choice but to follow him, lift his upper body, and call the doctor in the outpatient room at the top of my voice. I want them to help send the old man to the emergency room quickly. Unexpectedly, as soon as I shouted, the doctor determined that I was the old man's son, and I would never be able to escape my relationship with the old man from then on. My fate took an unexpected turn... A girlfriend broke up with me. It's not her fault. It's me, and I will definitely break up with myself. This is a bit difficult to say. I mean, if I were Wen Min, I would definitely break up with that guy named Wang Wei. Do you understand now? I've always spoken like this. I haven't read many literature books, so I don't speak coherently. And the most angry thing is why my father gave me the same name as a great poet from more than a thousand years ago.

When he received the notice of transfer, Chen Yunliang felt very sad. He had just turned 26, and his wish to become a professional soldier without leaving the army was shattered. Carrying the red book "Quotations of Chairman Mao" and carrying a simple suitcase, Chen Yunliang traveled from north to south to Guizhou, and finally found his father's work unit in a remote small county. In a simple work shed made of linoleum, the old and frail father directed his son to spread the bedding on the small bed next to him. He kept mumbling: "I am the first old comrade to come here. I have taken over a batch of things to take care of. The responsibility is too great. Come, come and take a look with me first." Chen Yunliang followed his father in confusion to a brick-concrete warehouse nearby. Father opened and closed the door quickly...

Throughout the ages, the miracles created by love will surprise even the gods in the dark. For example, the paralyzed Mrs. Browning stood up again because she was bathed in love, and the poems she sang as a result decorated the altar of human love like flowers. However, is there a kind of love that transcends individual lives and can, like spring rain, bring green new life to the gray earth? Can you be like the vast sea, embracing the five continents into your broad mind? Can it even illuminate another batch of rotating planets like the sun in the vast universe? In the early summer of 1995, sixty-eight-year-old Gu Juan arrived alone in Washington, the capital of the United States, after a long-distance flight of more than ten hours. There is no fatigue, but there is unspeakable sadness surging in my heart. The luggage was so heavy, two big boxes filled with medicines, injections, capsules, ointments boiled to a thick consistency... It was too heavy!

After three years of hard work, Miao Qiaoqiao, a young painter at the People's Art Museum, decided to find someone to love him. Just after two o'clock on Wednesday afternoon, she was preparing for tonight's appointment. She casually found an excuse to ask for leave from Director Wu of the Arts Center, and took a taxi straight to SEG Fashion Plaza. It is early summer, and the second floor of SEG Fashion Plaza is full of colorful fashions. Famous fashion brands from all over the world are gathered here. A store of more than 30 square meters is one brand. There are famous Italian brands D&G, French Louis Vuitton and Dior, American Paul, German Puma, and various domestic brands. The prices range from more than 5,000 yuan for a dress as thin as a cicada feather to five hundred or six hundred yuan for a bra. There are so many and dazzling.

If all went well, it was more than four hours' journey by bus from Chengxi Passenger Terminal. He would be able to return to his hometown and sleep on his own kang before dark. At this time, he also saw a minibus, like a drunken man, crashing from the road to the sidewalk. There was a burst of screams from the crowd waiting at the station... Zhang Dawa wanted to shout to the crowd around him to pay attention to the car, but before he could shout, he felt himself falling. The pain was sharp and vague. But he held the box in his arms tightly. The box contained his son's ashes and more than 20,000 yuan that he had stored away.

That night, Sheng Zhufeng and Yin Lihong ate and drank wine and chatted in the quilt. They talked about how Sheng Zhufeng had determined to be a rich man one day when he was very poor. They also talked about some interesting things that happened to Yin Lihong in his hometown. At first, they still felt cold even though they were covered with one quilt. Later, Sheng Zhufeng said that when we were close together and covered with two quilts, the cold was gone. They didn't know what time they ate or talked that night. Anyway, because of the cold, someone suggested that they go to bed together and cover themselves with quilts to chat, which would make it warmer. This seemed a bit unbelievable, but afterwards, some words Sheng Zhufeng said made Yin Lihong sure that they had indeed fallen asleep on that bed.

The Education Bureau came with a transfer order to transfer Han Juanling to teach at the No. 2 Middle School in the county. The first is because Han Juanling is well-known throughout the county for teaching well, and the second is because Han Juanling has graduated from college, so the Education Bureau wants to transfer her to teach in a key middle school in the county. Teaching in a key county middle school was a good thing, but for Liu Changxing, it was not so good. The couple had to live in separate places, and he stayed at home guarding his new house and was single. Think about it, is it okay if there is no woman in the house? Everyone, young and old, couldn't live without Han Juanling. When she left, the whole family was in chaos. Also, when a woman travels far away, can a man rest assured? What's more, Han Juanling is a beautiful woman, and Liu Changxing becomes even more worried. The family sat together to discuss, but no one had the best of both worlds. To eat from the government, you had to listen to the government. This was a matter of course. Han Juanling had no choice but to go to the county to teach.

I can't explain why, but Zou Lu became a single woman. Many people laughed when they saw Zou Lu and said, "You also quickly embraced celibacy?" Two old sisters-in-law who had been married for many years but were very dissatisfied with their marriages sighed emotionally: "These days, love and marriage are just that, you can live freely like this..." At this time, Zou Lu always smiled and did not answer. When these people walked away, Zou Lu would shrug at their backs and thought to himself: "When did I say that I want to be single?" The 34-year-old Zou Lu is charming. "Charming" is associated with a 34-year-old single woman. No wonder people want to attribute her to a believer in a certain doctrine. Even her mother often nags: "Zou Lu, what's the matter with you? Do you want to get married?" Zou Lu has always been surrounded by boys, and now it should be said that there are men chasing her.

Yes, the story happened before I left Fengcao Village. At that time, my mother was still alive and healthy, not even sick, and even the well-hidden blood clots had not yet formed. At that time, I was working in a company in the county. On Saturdays and Sundays, I would ride a bike that was short of oil and go home. The rusty chain would occasionally rub the corners of my pants. "You are so lazy," my father would scold occasionally, "You don't know how to wipe the car!" I responded, but never did it seriously. I am indeed a lazy person. I am a lazy person, but the story I am about to tell is not mine. I am not the protagonist in this story that happened a long time ago. I am just a person responsible for narration and "showing up", so there is no need to dwell on the fact that I am a lazy person or that I am indeed a lazy person. Now, I should let them out. They are Liu Yichao and Li Ming.

Take out all the good and bad ones, spread them out on the table, and let others see them clearly. I attended high school in County No. 1 Middle School. Ranked among the top two in grade. I didn't go to college, I didn't even read three books. People asked, what happened? Li Zuo replied, he didn't take the college entrance examination at all. How could he be admitted without scores? I have an ulterior motive for saying this, just to say that I am not incompetent. People asked again, if you are so good at studying, why don't you take the college entrance examination? I didn't hide anything, I just said it, just when my mother was killed. The words were clear and watery, and came out of the throat gently and skillfully. At that time, the sea was stormy and the words were as heavy as lead. Then he asked, who killed your mother? To put it bluntly, I was killed by that man, my original father Li Zhongliang. Now when he talked about Li Zhongliang, Li Zhongliang's appearance came to his mind again. He had missed this man for a long time. Even if this man only appeared in his memory, he didn't know how to deal with it.

Qiqi is Su Muzhi's last Qi, and the weather is so good. She finished the sacrifice as usual and began to read the letter. She was feeling particularly sad today. Maybe after this week, she wouldn't be able to see him for a while. And according to the old saying, after July 7th, human souls can no longer wander around the world at will. Mei Yun read the letter very slowly today. As she was reading, suddenly a dead leaf fell on the letter paper, which startled her. Meiyun looked up and saw the apple tree above her head, with a lot of snow falling on the tree. The snow was so thick that even the cracks in the bark were filled, making people wonder if the snow from last winter was still there - then, then, Mei Yun knew that she would rarely come again in the future. She somehow suddenly remembered the idea she had in the past, who was the long-haired woman who went to the hospital to see him? Who is that long-haired woman walking with him on the street?

Due to factory business, Qingping often comes home very late. Walking alone on the quiet night streets of Lingshui Bay, looking at the crescent moon in the sky and listening to the frogs by the river, my heart will always linger again. No matter what shortcomings Wu Defa had, she still felt that her feelings for him were getting stronger and hotter. No matter how determined she was to live with Wan Tingfu, it was no greater than her longing for Wu Defa. Seeing through it is all just words to fool others, which is the helplessness and vicissitudes of life when reason prevails. A female writer once said that a man's love is a woman's opium. Once you get into it, it's hard to quit. A woman's love for a man is also opium. Once she is addicted to it, there is no way to quit. Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, traveling to the tiger mountains is the fate of Qingping and the fate of all women in the world. Will Wu Defa understand Wan Qingping's heart? He is a man who is overwhelmed by Qingping's chastity!