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Wang Laosan still insisted on going to the big hotel, saying, I don't want to show off. This big hotel is owned by my in-laws, that is, my son. Since it is opened by my son, do you think it is owned by our family? Since it is owned by our family, what's wrong with having a meal at our house? The hospitality was hard to refuse, so we had no choice but to go to the Jinba Hotel. Wang Laosan ordered the dishes himself, which was quite sumptuous. The atmosphere when drinking is very lively, you respect me and give way to me, and the affection is deep. We talked freely and recalled our acquaintances and encounters, entanglements and friendships, ups and downs and hardships, and there were too many emotions. Ge Ling was even more happy today. The climax of drinking had passed, but she still filled me up with a glass. She stood up and said affectionately, "I have been wandering around in the world since I was twenty years old. My biggest wish is to leave the countryside and find a good man in the city." With the help of Big Brother, I now have my wish. I respect this glass of wine, big brother, and thank you for finding me a good home. Come, let's have a drink together.

He has lost weight now, his hair has grown longer, and it would be nice to wear the clothes she picked out and take him out. When he got home, he sat in the kitchen and studied pregnancy recipes. The name on the real estate deed became hers alone. She never saw the sales lady named Ning Ning in the sales department again. All his relationships, whether they were real or not, were severed. Even the meat dumplings, he fired and replaced him with a cousin to help in the store. If she caught him, all she had to do was make some compromises, and he would be strangled to death for the rest of his life. Now she is at ease. What a woman wants in marriage is this kind of freedom. If she changes her relationship and goes through the same procedure, she may not get this result.

Cheng Ye nodded with tears in his eyes and said, "It's great that you're not dead." Suddenly, she blurted out inexplicably, "Your life is greater than Peng Peng's, and you are luckier than him." Kang Zhenguo smiled lightly and said, "Lucky? Which passerby is not sad?" Cheng Ye didn't hear clearly for a while and looked at Kang Zhenguo blankly. Kang Zhenguo looked at his watch and said, "Look, it's getting late. You should go to work quickly." Cheng Ye thought that Kang Zhenguo's wife would be back soon, so he nodded and said, "Okay, call me if you have anything? I have something to do, call you?" "Okay, let's go to work." Cheng Ye turned around and walked away, walked a few steps, turned back, and waved to Kang Zhenguo. Kang Zhenguo smiled and waved to her...

Not knowing where to take a breath, I sat slumped on a chair next to my eldest sister Lan Xia. I didn't dare to say anything loudly, I could only murmur in my heart, another woman chose to die for love! I really don't know in this vast world, is the word love so important? I don't know what I should do. Lancôme, the twelfth sister, came to me, squeezed my hand, and whispered to me, you have to pay attention to your Junyu. Last night, he chatted with several brothers-in-law and kept saying that you are a bookworm. You go to work all day without seeing or talking to each other, and when you get home, you take a book to read. He said that it is difficult to say a word to you. And according to my reliable information, he may have someone outside. If you want to see that woman, I will take you to her as soon as things here are over.

"I'm not doing well!" Chen Meifen's eyes were aggressive. "I know. So, I can marry you." Chen Meifen was not surprised when she heard this. Chen Meifen knew about the rumors about Xiao Zheng's disappearance in the past two months. She just didn't understand why Xiao Zheng, who used to look down on her, was willing to marry her now. "You have to tell me why before I can marry you." "Because you don't dislike me." Just like that, a month later, Xiao Zheng married Chen Meifen. After marriage, Xiao Zheng became the son-in-law of the Chen family and moved into the Chen family in a grand manner. Xiao Zheng's life took another turn with Chen Meifen. He didn't know what his future life would be like. At that time, he had neither happiness nor pain.

Ai Ye left the village and wanted to find a place to quiet down for a while. She didn't want to go home. Zhao Meihong's shadow and scent were everywhere in her house. But before his eyes were dry, the huge white building was like a sharp sword piercing Ai Ye's heart. It was a paper mill built just last year, and it was only about two miles away from the village. Huangcun is surrounded by flat fields, and the eye-catching paper mill can be seen from anywhere outside the village. Aiye wanted to squeeze it out of her eyes, but no matter whether she was standing or sitting, it was always there. Later, she simply found a place to lie down. The land in Huangcun is highly alkaline, and tall trees cannot survive. Only clusters of wolfberries grow. Covered by the wolfberries, there was only a blue sky left in front of Aiye. Occasionally, the wind blows by, making a rustling sound in my ears. Ai Ye's mind was still confused, with Du Zhi on one side and Zhao Meihong on the other.

At noon in autumn, Zuo Shi lost his ears. It was not the ears that grew on both sides of his head, but his fiancée's ears. The ears were a beautiful girl with a round face, as if the ears were molded. Although she was beautiful, she did not have the vanity that beautiful girls often have. She was honest and kind, and never made her father angry. The lame shepherd had two sisters above her ears, both of whom died in infancy. The lame shepherd wanted to be safe, so the latter two were called "Ears" and "Ears". The sheepherder didn't waste his efforts, the ears and nose were indeed full-bodied, and she became a big girl. However, the nose and Er Er had different personalities. She was naturally vain, and she named herself Ruth when she had some independent opinions, while Er Er silently accepted any mark her father put on her body. In one month, Zuo Shi and Er Er were going to get married. In order to pay for the wedding, the two went to the city to sell potatoes.

That's a cunning bird. Birds are different from animals. They can fly wherever they want. Birds soaring in the sky are a symbol of freedom, which always makes people want to look up. The old man was already old and too lazy to go out into the outside world. When he looked at birds again, he felt that birds were not easy and birds also had their limitations. For example, although birds can fly here and there, except for migratory birds such as swallows and geese, most birds are resident birds. Where to stay? It seems that you can choose whatever environment you live in, but that is not the case. Wherever the mother bird gave birth to it, its shadow remains. The sky is infinite, but its life circle is limited.

In a symposium on popular culture, a female college student born in the 1990s couldn't understand why Xi'er didn't marry Huang Shiren? Their words were shocking: If you want to marry, just marry Huang Shiren, Huang Shiren is rich; if you like Dachun, let Dachun be your lover. Has love failed? Turns out love is just a legend? What's wrong with love in China today? This issue introduces Yang Liping's reportage "Sunflower Growing in the Heart", which tells us a somewhat old-fashioned but touching love story. Two young people in Beidahuang fell in love. Although they have gone through many vicissitudes, they still love each other. The ordinary life flashes greatness. The radiance of love is in sharp contrast to the current situation of love and marriage in today's society, which makes people sigh with emotion. Two years ago, Yang Xiaosheng, the editor-in-chief of "Beijing Literature", asked me if I could interview Wang Yawen and Liu Xingjun. Their love story is particularly touching.

As dawn approached the next day, his breathing became weak. Tielik called the doctor, and then called Yue'er Guli. When Yue'er Guli arrived, he was speechless. Yue'er Guli held his hand tightly, Jiang Nan suddenly shouted "Yue'er", and then glanced towards the bed. Yue'er Guli saw a piece of paper, which was a poem written by him. When Yue'er Guli was about to look, Jiang Nan had stopped breathing. He slowly let go of Yue'er's hand. Just before he let go, he held Yue'er's hand tightly, like a deep electric wave full of love, which quickly spread from his hand to Yue'er's hand, from his heart to Yue'er's heart, and merged into a bloody romantic flower...

The train, my aunt's noble person, was running, running, but in the end she ran too slowly and could not run the journey of life. My aunt couldn't hold on any longer. She huddled in her big cheongsam, with beautiful orchids arranged by tailor Huang blooming around her neck, armpits, and chest. Her big eyes were looking at the car window opposite. The sky was about to get bright, and the morning light was peeking out bit by bit. I saw the stars and the moon, so bright. My aunt also saw it. She smiled with the shyness of a girl and let those beautiful stars take her away and never return. My aunt died on the train.

The car passed through the street, and the houses on both sides flashed by one by one, but I turned a blind eye. My mother's hometown is in a mountain flat dam in the hinterland of Patamao Mountain. There are several ravines that divide the flat dam. The village is at the end of a larger flat dam at the foot of the mountain. I went there several times when I was a child and looked for wild mushrooms on the hillside behind the village. I haven't been there for many years. It is said that the road has been built into the village now. The appearance of my mother's natal village became clearer little by little. I don't know what kind of place my uncle chose for my mother. Uncle Yao said that he asked Mr. Yin and Yang to read it. In this case, according to the situation and customs, no matter where it is, it will be the mother's final destination. My husband is concentrating on driving. I saw my eldest brother was silent all the way, and I didn't interrupt his thoughts.

The fear of death has not gripped the mother's body and mind yet, but the god of death is approaching her step by step. The mother's consciousness is clear and her character is also clear. In the early morning of the 25th, the ambulance stopped briefly in Ludian County to escort my mother's relatives and friends to my friend's house for a quick bite to eat. At that time, my mother even asked to go to the county home because she was worried that her father would not be able to find the rock candy he had brought back from Kunming and would not pack the luggage properly to take to Xujiazhaizi. I stopped my mother. Now that I think about it, my attitude was too rude at the time. I almost yelled, "How long have you been, and you are still worrying like this!" It was as if after my reminder, my mother returned to her own condition. In fact, she asked me to unstrap the stretcher, but I was so paralyzed that I couldn't get off...

In the dark night, only Mariana's figure was seen running forward, with Ye Leiyu chasing closely. Mariana's eyes were filled with golden flowers: sleeping bag, grandpa's photo, Grandma Lei Yu's words... A grandpa's grandson, a grandpa's granddaughter, how terrible. "Mariana--" Ye Leiyu's shout came closer. "Don't chase me!" Mariana approached the Erzhena River and ran towards the main channel. "Let me call 'brother-'" The Erguna River roared with waves.

When I arrived at Linquan Temple, I felt the sweet fragrance of flowers hit my face as soon as I entered the door. Following the fragrance of flowers, I walked through the mountain gate, walked around the front hall, and came to the middle courtyard, where I saw a pool of clear water rippling with microwaves. After crossing the small bridge and passing through a moon gate, I came to the backyard of the temple. A forest of sweet-scented osmanthus suddenly appeared in front of me. The fragrant fragrance of the sweet-scented osmanthus seemed to be condensed in the yard. I suddenly understood why my mother was so excited after buying her cemetery. Isn't there a temple there and an osmanthus tree? And isn't there an osmanthus tree in the old house in my uncle's hometown? I was wandering in the sweet-scented osmanthus forest. On an sweet-scented osmanthus tree, I found a death tablet tied with a red rope. Although the writing on it was a little blurry, it was still legible. Isn't that my uncle's name? Why is this death tablet tied here instead of being kept in the side hall? What secret does this sweet-scented osmanthus tree hide? I looked at it with tears streaming down my face.

The weather is getting colder. Xiao Liuzi disagrees with Yue Qin leaving, saying that he and Xiao Xia can repay the foreign debts, but Yue Qin has decided to leave. The day I left was cloudy and windy. On the way to the train station, a cold wind blew by. The leaves on the locust trees on the roadside were like travelers who had completed their tasks and were rushing home. They flew away in groups in the wind. When they got on the train, the car bell rang, and watching Xiao Liuzi and Xiao Xia gradually retreat, Yue Qin suddenly thought of an unrelated question, is it frosty? Leave it down, otherwise the leaves will fall like this? Then she suddenly realized that today was her fifty-fifth birthday.

He gave me a pleading look. This kind of look will make any woman's heart soften, even if he is for another woman. I sighed, put down the tea cup, sat up straight, and said seriously: "No matter what you want to say, I have to explain my position first. I just came to Medog for fun. I have nothing to do with the telescope, and I have nothing to do with Baima. I don't know how there was a misunderstanding between us. I just hope Baima won't target me. Can you tell her?" After saying it in one breath, I took a sip of tea to soothe my throat. "She said there was no misunderstanding. She said the telescope liked you, and she hoped you would give the telescope to her. She said you were a good girl and she would not harm you." Such clichéd rhetoric and clichéd plot, I almost spit out the tea in my mouth.

So he regretted very much why he lost his mind in the first place? Why didn't you ask Xiaofeng to have an abortion after the incident? Actually, Xizi thought about this issue at that time, but when she thought that going to a maternity hospital for an abortion would require a letter of introduction from the employer, she gave up the idea. From then on, he spent every day in anxiety, worried that it would cause a catastrophe. Today, an abyss of disaster finally and unstoppably greeted him. What to do in the face of impending disaster? He was unwilling to surrender. Because he knew that adultery with a mentally ill person, regardless of whether the other party was voluntary or forced, would be severely punished as rape. At this time, he felt confused that the sky was about to collapse.

I turned on the tape recorder and selected Bach's "Ave Maria". In the intertwined sounds, in an instant, my parents who were once wearing ragged clothes, my brothers, the village, my small mud house in the ravine, me wandering on the Jiefang Road at dusk, and so on. All the scenes suddenly slipped before my eyes and shocked me. When the balcony full of flower pots finally appeared, When An Yi kept smiling and waving to me, I suddenly felt that this wave showed a miracle to me through that wonderful moment in the church under the moonlight. At this moment, the melody of "Ave Maria" bloomed in my heart like an increasingly mysterious flower, making my heart tremble constantly. My tears flowed out. I murmured: No matter what, tomorrow, I will definitely tell her that I love her...

When the man was caught, he argued that he didn't think anything of it, he was just angry and wanted to lock up the child for a few days to make Song Qingya anxious and let her be punished. The woman grabbed the policeman and refused to let go, saying that it was all her fault, that she had lost her mind and let the man do this because the pain of seeing her father seriously ill and unable to be treated was too intense. This time, Song Qingya did not hesitate and resolutely asked Mijashan to come forward and ask the police to let the man go. She said it was all her fault because she failed to protect Misu. The old man died the day after he returned home, and the night before Misu was found. The woman held a simple funeral ceremony for the old man, which made the viewers cry and move. After the man brought Misu to the hut, he ran directly to the old man's hometown to fulfill his unfulfilled wish.

No one expected that the delivery room who had been busy with Xiao Pan for more than two months would actually save Ye Fang. Lin Tao sat on the mountainside for a while, gradually feeling cold to the bone. Walking back, I realized that I had run so far just now. Back in the village, it was very late and the yard was empty. Lin Tao shouted into the room: "Xiao Pan!" After a moment, Xiao Dai appeared in front of him. Xiao Dai is thinner. He carefully held a blue floral quilt tube, as if holding a bomb that went off whenever it moved. There was a milk bottle hanging around his neck, and a little light brown forehead was exposed from the corner of the quilt. Lin Tao was stunned.

She directly linked gastric cancer to money. She quickly calculated her savings in her mind. When she divorced, Yan Yan gave all her savings to Hai Qing, which was about 80,000 to 90,000 yuan. Hai Qing trembled as he went to look for his bankbook, but suddenly he burst into tears again and couldn't stop them. From the time of divorce to now, she had never cried. Even when she was going through the divorce procedures, she was calm. She even thought that those things would happen naturally. She couldn't shed tears. At one time, she was also very anxious. Why didn't she cry? She thought to herself, hadn't she sworn a poisonous oath before? She didn't know how many times she had made a wish in her heart. She thought that it would be fine if her mother got breast cancer one day, or it could be liver cancer, or she could have a car accident. How come so many people died but she didn't die? She hadn't called her in years, and she called her mother "crazy" in front of her friends. She also told many people that even if the madman died, she would not shed a single tear.

Dad has a cough that has lasted for two weeks. When I got up in the morning, I heard my mother say to my sister, "Your dad is always coughing, and he won't go even if I ask him to go see him. You can buy him a bottle of cough syrup after get off work." My sister must have been putting on makeup in front of the mirror, and her voice was intermittent with the speed of her makeup movements. We no longer listen carefully to our mother since we were teenagers. What she says or not has little impact on us. "Just drinking syrup won't help, you have to get injections." This was my sister's impatient voice. "No fever, dry cough. I think it's mainly dryness of the lungs. Just drink some syrup." This was the mother's insistence without any idea. "You all take your own medicine like you, so why do you need a hospital?" My sister must have dressed herself up beautifully today, otherwise she wouldn't know who she is, and she wouldn't sound big or small. I opened the door.

Looking back, the man and Xiulan met in the park. That time, the man accidentally went to the park to find a flower. After returning to this city from other places, the man has been living in the house of his only relative, his sister. My sister retired from a factory down the street and stayed at home. She relied on her little savings to support the family. However, she did not dislike her brother who had no income. He ate and drank at home. The man was grateful to his sister from the bottom of his heart. He listened to her words. , It can be said that it is only the elder sister who follows the lead. To put it bluntly, it is what the elder sister says. The only thing the elder sister cares about is asking him to go to the street every day to talk to the leaders about job placement. According to the elder sister, it is impossible for a grown man to stay at home without work. The man would go out to the street office at the entrance of the hutong every morning after breakfast to wait for Director Chen, who was wearing glasses, and beg him to find a job for him.

With the unprecedented development of mobile Internet, handwritten letters have become a rarity. This article is a letter written by a father named Xu Huaiping to his seven-year-old son. In the letter, he told stories, reasoned, imparted knowledge... He tried to use language that the child could understand, telling him the colorful world, making people feel a father's care, expectations and responsibility for his son. Coincidentally, the cartoonist Ding Wu's collection of letters "Xiao Ai, Dad Misses You Very Specially" published in 2013 is also full of a father's generous love. Readers can see the letters Ding Wu wrote or drew to his eight-year-old daughter Xiao Ai from 1969 to 1972 when he was sent to the cadre school. In his letter, Ding Wu painted farm life in a lively and interesting way, which not only showed the love of a father for his daughter, but also reflected the spiritual sadness of that era.

There are a total of twenty-eight letters from Mr. Shen Minte to his son, with a total of 160,000 words. The book will be published by Guangdong Education Press. We have selected seven letters from them for readers. This book is both the most personal and the most social. It combines the special history of individuals and families, and the unique joys and sorrows, but it explores one of the most social issues in contemporary times: big education, that is, education involving the overall quality of people. The special angle of this book is to write a letter to a young son who will become an adult 15 years later. It actually establishes a contemporary platform on which the author can observe, research, discuss, and comment on various fields freely and freely. The content involves history, economy, politics, culture, morality, education, aesthetics, love and other related issues.

That spring, my father went to the provincial capital. He had more than 100 yuan in his pocket, which his mother asked him to buy curtains. However, the curtains failed to be purchased. On a whim, he bought a bicycle and rode back all the way. When his father and the bicycle appeared at the street corner, just as he had happily and proudly predicted and expected along the way: the whole Jimluo town was taken by surprise. It was dinner time, and people were squatting at the door of their courtyards with bowls in their hands, chatting while eating. The evening wind swirled low against the ground at my feet, and an apricot-colored sunset was quietly sliding toward the horizon. At this time, the fourth uncle looked over the rim of the bowl and softly shouted: "Oh my God..." He opened his eyes wide and stopped chewing in his mouth.

When there is no class, Xue Qin always runs to the mountains. As she ran, she didn't look back, her gaze behind her was like weaving. Xue Qin is a primary school teacher. The school lies at the foot of the mountain, with two rows of houses, red bricks and black tiles. The principal is in his fifties and his surname is Tao. He also looks like Tao. He is black and rough. At first glance, he thought he was a purple clay pot made of fine wine. Principal Tao was also looking at Xue Qin at this moment. Seeing the beautiful curves of her buttocks, Principal Tao swallowed hard several times, became dizzy, and scolded Xiao Su. Xiao Su is Xue Qin's boyfriend and a public teacher. Xiao Su was staring at his girlfriend's back at the moment. Who was he provoking? Principal Tao scolded: Xiao Su! You useless thing! Aren't you afraid that something will happen to her? She is just a substitute teacher. She keeps acting like this for no reason. I will let her go next semester! When Xiao Su heard this, she panicked and ran after him.

Bai Cao was shocked when he thought of the word divorce. First she looked around to see if anyone had seen her thoughts. Seeing no one around, I felt a little relieved. He patted his head again and exerted a little force. It hurt a little, which meant that it was still on his shoulder. However, this made Bai Cao a little confused. The head was obviously his own, so how could he think of those two words? Those two words are not good words. No matter what time, women don't want to hear those two words. As long as you hear it, your face will turn pale, your whole body will become cold, and your whole person will look like you can't live anymore. I don't want to hear it, let alone think of it on my own initiative. It seemed that Baicao must have encountered something unusual that made her think of these two words.

When Haimo was packing her things to get off work, Xiao Mei came in with a stack of newspapers and letters and threw a few letters on her table. She didn't look at it, said thank you to Sister Xiao, and continued to pack her things. Xiao Mei reminded her, take a look, there is a love letter inside! She smiled casually and asked, how did you know it was a love letter? Xiao Mei said angrily, "Look for yourself, it's written on the envelope." Heimer is a newly popular TV host and receives a large number of letters every day. She knows that some viewers are afraid that she will not be able to read too many letters, so they deliberately make some tricks, just to attract her attention. At this time, her partner Wu Yong stretched his head and said, look, who wrote the love letter? Sure enough, there was a letter that was different. The envelope was light blue and it read in a prominent position: This is a love letter! !

That early autumn afternoon, I lay lazily on my desk, not wanting to do anything. Lunch was just a few cookies, so I wanted to eat something again soon, preferably fruit or something. So I closed the door and went downstairs. I knew that there would be no one else in the whole office building at this moment, so I didn't restrain the sound of my leather shoes clicking on the ground. I went to a nearby fruit shop and bought two peaches. The price was staggeringly expensive, but I didn't mean to feel bad. You know, I don't usually buy these fresh peaches. When I was walking back with two peaches, I suddenly heard someone calling me from behind. I looked around and found someone in the grocery store next to the fruit shop, smiling and saying hello to me. That was my elementary school classmate Yu Na. She was breastfeeding a child.

Houyi called me and said, Brother, I have found another old lady for you. I was shocked: Didn't you say you wouldn't look for it? Why did you look for it again? Houyi said, don't be nervous, this time I'm looking for a nanny, not a stepmother for you. This old lady is older, in poor health, and has a silly son in his 40s. I was confused. I said, tell me clearly, what kind of nanny and what kind of stupid son? Houyi said, I don't know the specific situation. You can ask our fourth uncle, he may know. I called my fourth uncle. The fourth uncle said, your dad is so old, it is a good thing to find a nanny. It has been agreed that she will take care of food, food, housing, and no money. She will be tried for three months, and if she doesn't work, she will be let go. I said, my father has always been in good health. Apart from the occasional headache and fever, he has no major problems. Is it necessary to find a nanny?

Sometimes things in the world are so strange. Flowers planted intentionally do not bloom, but willows planted unintentionally create shade. The widowed Pan Dashun originally didn't want to find another wife, but Yanfu happened to fall into his arms. However, peach blossom luck is hard-won. Pan Dashun is 62 years old this year. His wife died of illness three years ago and the relationship has not been renewed. These three years were the most unsatisfactory three years in his life. The first year is a period of sadness, the second year is a period of loneliness, and the third year is a period of confusion. Once these three periods are over, people become numb and don't think about anything. One day counts as two days, and one day counts as two days, waiting for death. Some people saw that he was unshaven and disheveled all day long and advised him to find another suitable woman if he met one, but he always shook his head.

In Songzhuang, large and small art galleries and painters' studios seem to be open to the public all year round. The news of art exhibitions is like the sound of firecrackers being set off during the Spring Festival. Before they are finished blowing up here, they are already ignited over there, crackling, sometimes exploding at the same time. Every day, visitors to the exhibition come in groups of twos and threes, looking at the paintings and commenting. There were also media outlets carrying cameras to interview and do special features. Art dealers and collectors seemed to be silent when they arrived, quietly unloading and carrying away paintings worth tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars. It's hard to count the paintings sent out from here every year, and the amount of money flowing in is astronomical. Some people say that Songzhuang in China today is equivalent to Paris in the 19th century, where a large number of contemporary artists from home and abroad gather. Some painters have earned tens of millions of dollars in recent years, while others have been unable to sell a single painting for many years. In a few years, they cannot even pay the rent.

It rained heavily that night when my father ran away from home. Dull thunder rolled from the sky and suddenly exploded overhead. I vaguely heard my mother and father arguing in the bedroom again. Although I couldn't hear what the quarrel was about, I could definitely feel the terrifying atmosphere where they wanted to strangle each other to death. I pushed my brother. He slept like a little dead pig, snoring lightly. Through the lightning that lit up from time to time through the window, I saw a stream of saliva flowing from his mouth to the pillow, and the left side of his cheek was soaked in saliva. I pushed him hard, and when the snoring stopped, he raised his leg and kicked me hard. I lay in his ear and said: Mom is quarreling with dad. He still had his eyes closed: Noise, don't bother me, I was eating candy just now. I said: Go out and take a look. As long as he shows up, he will definitely make mother and father feel a little guilty. My brother stared at me: Why don't you go?

The autumn air is overflowing, and autumn is getting colder. As a reminder of autumn, Jing Luye and everyone have added sweaters. Ren Qing's reaction was that he had gone through in his mind "Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times, I say autumn is better than spring", and "I know the feeling of sadness when I am old, but I say it is a cool autumn"... The cold air invaded, and the cold air only recognized flesh and blood, not Ren Qing. While Ren Qing was lecturing, he would cough a lot from time to time. He made an impromptu decision to teach the last unit of the textbook, "When Will the Bright Moon Come?" He arranged classes with his math teacher, and the two classes were taught in one classroom. Students have become immune to his actions. Moreover, he believed that he also said on the podium: Chinese language, in the final analysis, is nothing more than two words: reading and writing. Reading is input, and reading is breaking through the limitations of time, space and oneself, absorbing and experiencing the civilization accumulated at home and abroad to the maximum extent; writing is output, expressing inner thoughts and emotions.

Kong Dongnan was accustomed to taking a nap and exercising for half an hour after lunch every day. Then, as promised, the sleepy man sent a strong signal through yawning, inviting him to rest on time. The popular saying is called "cadre sleep". In his current position, Kong Nannan is often unable to control himself, and his life routine is often disrupted. However, no matter what situation he encounters, he can never take a nap. Even if he is on a business trip, he has to move the back of his chair back, lean back a little, and stare for a while; otherwise, he will be dizzy and confused all afternoon, and his work efficiency will be extremely poor. The office director has good emotional intelligence and knows his habit, so he specially bought a folding sofa for Kong Southeast's office, which can be used as a bed when opened, and can be used as a seat when folded. But at noon that day, Kong Nannan's nap completely disrupted the guard.

When it comes to love, time is of the essence. It doesn't matter if you get to know each other too early or too late. This is a diary written by Dongdan. He insisted on keeping a diary, even if he only wrote a few words every day. Dongdan has never been in love, although he has been married once. That marriage was very simple. His father told him that you should marry the daughter of my old subordinate. This daughter is good. Dongdan met the girl. Her name was Mo San. She is not very beautiful, but she has a docile personality and fair skin. Her eyes are not big, but she has a story that makes Dongdan want to read. They had a child within a year of their marriage, and two years later, Mo San filed for divorce. The reason for the divorce is also very simple, that is, Dongdan always wants to go to bed with her every night to do things, and Mo San doesn't like it very much. Dongdan told his father the reason, and his father found his old subordinate angrily, and the two of them were locked in the room for three hours.

At noon that day, not long after Chuan Ni sailed a sailboat into Weishan Lake, she suddenly smelled a pungent smell of wine and shouted to her father: "Dad, where did such a strong smell of wine come from? Go down and take a look at the wine jars in the cabin. Are there any cracks?" Her father, a bachelor, was sitting cross-legged on the boat. Over the head, he heard his daughter's cry and let out a quick sigh. He knocked the ash from his pipe that had been extinguished for a long time. He stood up and took a few steps to the hatch. He pushed open the wooden cover nailed with two layers of reed mats with one bare foot, and then stepped on the creaking wooden ladder to enter the cabin. Guangguan Fuda's eyes didn't look big, but his gaze was extremely sharp. He glanced around the cabin several times, not missing a single gap, and found no cracks in the wine jars wrapped in straw bales.

My sister's eyes were closed, but she could feel the window getting whiter little by little. It was Starling who reminded her. There is an oil bark tree outside the window. Every morning before dawn, several starlings fly up to it and make a lot of noise. This situation has actually always existed, but my sister only found out about it after she moved into this room. Since moving into this room, my sister has listened to these guys making noise on the oil bark tree every morning. The best room in the house was originally occupied by the second sister Aidi. After the second sister Aidi got married, her parents planned to let the eldest sister Aihua live there, but the eldest sister Aihua clung to her original small and dark room and refused to move, so this room belonged to her sister. At that time, my sister was in the third grade of junior high school. Since her home was relatively close to the school, only more than two miles away, she chose to go to school as a day student.

I have absolutely no intention of joining the bandwagon of pop music fans who carelessly or hypocritically hum the tawdry and cheesy song of the same name that was originally sung by Gan Ping and is now well-known. I am thousands of miles away, full of affection, extending my heartfelt greetings to my half-brother... I have never been to my hometown. The place where I was born and the city where I live now are far away from the place I call my hometown. I only know that my hometown is in a small place called Tianzhen in Hubei, where the folk customs are fierce and the water network is crisscrossed... The whole meaning of my hometown to me is that the father who gave me birth and raised me came from there; the whole value of my hometown to me seems to be to answer the blank under the word "native place" on those endless forms. Now, the first order was given, so I prepared to take a trip to my hometown while on a business trip.

My Mimi is dead. It was a Sunday and my son didn't go to school. My wife Ahua and I rarely slept in. We didn't get up after 8 o'clock. Lao Bai had just come back from outside and had not taken in food or water. He raised his head and moved his four short legs from room to room, picking at bed boards and wardrobe doors, looking for Mimi. As long as Mimi was not in his sight, he would always look for her. I asked Ahua: "Where is Mimi?" Ahua said that she let it go out at night. What time was it specifically? She didn't look at her watch. My mind darkened for a moment, like a piece of paper being covered with water. In the wet dark lines, the scene of Mimi being hit by a car three years ago emerged. Ah Hua was also so dizzy that time that he couldn't remember what time he was let out, or even whether he was at home or outside. As a result, something big happened. I said, get up quickly and go look for it. Ah Hua got up first, grabbed a handful of cat food, and went to the rooftop platform.

I was a half-gentleman, half-rascal, and the men and women around me were half-beasts, half-angels. We share many common flaws and misfortunes, and looking at others is like looking at ourselves in a cracked mirror. --Inscription. Jealousy and secret admiration for Haikou. This is a modern city that is unique and unprecedentedly dangerous. I came to this place in 1991 and tried my best to change jobs twice. I gradually moved from company wage earner to salesman to white-collar worker. I live a hard and unrestrained life, but it can also be considered a fulfilling life. I am already the assistant to the general manager of Nanyang Industrial Company.

The weather was nice and sunny that day. It was almost noon and the wind started blowing on the street. This day has passed the best day of the year. As November enters, life begins to become dull and boring. However, the tail of autumn is always surprising. Liu Dong wore a pair of large cotton shoes with rubber soles and walked out of Liu's Vietnam Porcelain Research Institute. The heels of his cotton shoes had a crack and made a kicking sound when he stepped on the cement floor. He just walked to the gate and before he could close the door, he saw Xiao Fei getting out of the car and slamming the door hard. Xiaofei came here specifically to chat with Liu Dong. Liu Dong called him early this morning and told him that he wanted to transfer the institute. He wanted to come over and ask him what was going on. Under the bright sun, the wind was cold. The two of them stood in the cold wind. Liu Dong patted Xiao Fei on the shoulder, hugged his neck very intimately, and pulled him outside.

Those three photos were locked in my mother's hair combing box. The purple-red sandalwood box has clear lines and shallow flower and bird patterns, lying leisurely on it, not showing mountains or dew, quiet and elegant. The box is surrounded by gold-plated lace and has a copper nose and a copper lock. Although the red sandalwood is mottled and the brass lock has dark spots, the overall shape is quite unique. I have always thought that the three yellowed photos should not be placed in such a box. If so, gold and silver should be placed there. However, my mother not only released them, but also locked up those three photos like gold bars for thirty years. Those three photos were like three little beasts lying in the combing box, locked like a cage by the copper lock with a click, quietly waiting for their mother to let them out. Among the three photos, one is the most cherished by my mother. It is a black and white photo with well-proportioned jagged edges.

The steep and precipitous bluestone stairs meander toward the depths of the cliff; a small wooden boat is parked on the quiet pier, and its thin double oars are like the broken wings of a dragonfly, reflecting a long shadow in the clear stream; a lonely water bird perches on the dark boat canopy, and the lonely and far-reaching cliff is deserted. However, a line of mountain road stretched silently into the distance... Pedestrians traveling from south to north, as soon as they arrived on the cliff, were just like before, "Old man Jiang, cross the river -" When the familiar "Here you come -" was no longer heard, the visitor shouted again at the top of his voice, but there was still no response from the old man, and no figure of the person he entrusted could be seen. The ferryman Jiang Changshui disappeared. On the turtle-shaped boulder downstream, Old Man Liu stood on the left shoulder of the "turtle", crossed his legs, raised the fishing rod and danced vigorously, with the bait hook carrying the thin line, and flew towards the middle of the river with a "chi--", "This morning, his son even drove the Mercedes-Benz back to look for it!"

The name cardamom carries a hint of fragrance, like flowers and jade. Regarding Cardamom, Xiaoyi had read her information, and it was very clear in the information that this woman named Cardamom was not only the same age as her, but also born on the same month and day. Xiaoyi and Daukou are both born in the 1980s. The characteristics of those born in the 1980s are that they have enough food and clothing to live a worry-free life, and they are also invincible. They are like red rabbits among horses and Lu Bu among men. They are very good. Cardamom does not belong to those who were born in the 1980s. She is just the opposite of those cool guys - Cardamom is a murderer and was sentenced to death with a two-year suspended sentence. Regarding murderers, Xiaoyi had never seen one before becoming a host. After becoming a show host, she saw more murderers.

That day, Xiaoqiu, the waiter at Longquan Guest House, was preparing to clean the guest rooms. He dragged the cleaning cart to the door of room 314 and saw that the door was closed and a "Do Not Disturb" sign was hung on the door handle. Usually when this happens, Xiaoqiu will bypass this guest room and clean other rooms first. But today he decided to break the routine and rang the doorbell, and kept pressing it in a disco rhythm. Because when he took over the shift in the morning, the night shift waiter Chen Na mysteriously told him that a pair of "wild mandarin ducks" lived in room 314. Last night, a man came to book a guest room in advance, and then brought a woman over. They entered the room and never came out. At least Chen Na didn't see any of them leave the room. This couldn't help but arouse Xiao Qiu's curiosity. He decided to embarrass the dark man and woman for a while, so Xiao Qiu pressed the electric bell desperately.

In 1945, Wilson, Director of the Extension Department of the U. S. Department of Agriculture, said in the introduction to Mr. Yang Maochun's book "A Chinese Village: Taitou, Shandong": Dr. Yang's book provides a vivid description of rural China by placing rural China in its cultural and social context-a village. Here, it is the unfamiliarity with a world that allows Wilson to read the vividness of rural China. Perhaps for any individual, the world of others is more or less a strange world. Such a strange world naturally gives people a desire to get closer and understand it. Such a strange world probably fills people's hearts with infinite imagination and yearning.

In the early morning, writer Du Hongbo and his wife Liu Siqi were sitting under the eaves of the restaurant as usual. Between the sky and the earth is a hazy drizzle, which is like a dream. The drizzle carries a touch of melancholy. People with umbrellas and those without umbrellas hurriedly walk through the melancholy. The summer in Wuzhishan is full of refreshing coolness, and the air is very clean. The rain washes the air, which is already very clean, and relieves the little heat. Du Hongbo and his wife feel cool both mentally and physically, filled with tranquility and leisure. The phone buzzed for a while. Du Hongbo picked up the phone, opened the cover and pressed the message receiving button. After looking at it, he smiled lightly and said to Liu Siqi that the phone was farting again. He handed the phone to his wife. He refers to pornographic jokes sent from his cell phone as cell phone farts.