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Xue Youjin is a cadre of an agency in Xuzhou City, Jiangsu Province, vice chairman of the Xuzhou Writers Association, and a national second-level writer. He started literary creation in 1984 and has published nearly 3 million words of literary works so far. His published works include the novel "Women Don't Talk About Dreams", a collection of short and medium stories "Small Town Girl", "Histing Wind", "Wandering on the Edge of Love", "Turbid Blood", and a long reportage "How far away is the well-off life from us", etc. Member of Chinese Writers Association. If the broom is not there, the dust will not escape by itself as usual. ──Excerpted from quotes from leaders. Ren Hanghang and Zhao Hongxin met at a report meeting for studying Maoist activists. Zhao Hongxin is the speaker and Ren Hanghang is the listener. At that time, Ren Hanghang went to the report meeting with Xu Baoying, secretary of the Youth League branch. Xu Baoying was Ren Hanghang's apprentice. Ren Hanghang was less than two years older than Xu Baoying, but this did not affect the existence of their master-disciple relationship.

Zhang Xuedong, born in 1972. Member of Chinese Writers Association. It was hailed by critics as one of the "Three New Trees" in Ningxia literary circles. He studied at the Lu Xun Institute of Literature and the postgraduate class for writers in Shanghai. To date, he has published more than three million words of long, medium and short stories, and his works have been reprinted by "Selected Novels", "Novel Monthly", "Selected Novellas", "Beijing Literature·Novelette Monthly", "Writer's Digest", etc. His short and medium stories have been selected into the 2001-2009 China Excellent Novel Anthology, and have been included in authoritative domestic annual novel rankings such as the China Novel Society for many times. His works have repeatedly won the Outstanding Novel Award from publications such as "Chinese Writers", "Shanghai Literature", and "Beijing Literature Novella Monthly", the first prize in the Ningxia Seventh Literary and Art Awards Novel, and the Ningxia Government Outstanding Cultural Creation Award. The short story "Award-winning Photo" and the novella "Hard Summer Wheat" were shortlisted for the third and fourth national Lu Xun Literature Awards.

Lao Dun never thought in his life that he would become a millionaire just by turning his head. Lao Dun's home is in the eastern suburbs of this city, only about seven or eight miles away from the metropolis with many high-rise buildings. Standing at the west end of the village in the morning, you can see the buildings bathed in the brilliant morning glow. For more than a year, every morning he rode his old, unbranded motorcycle to work among the mirage-like buildings. The land in several villages south of the village where Laodun is located has been bought by wealthy developers to build buildings.

She was going to ask you where you were last night and why you came back so late? As a result, something came out of his mouth: Were you with your mistress yesterday? He led his daughter down the stairs. The stairs are a bit narrow and made of stainless steel. When the treads are not dry, they are a little slippery. I didn't think so much about it when I renovated the duplex building. When I was a child, my daughter slipped and fell on the stairs several times, and she developed a memory. As long as her father is at home, she must hold his hand when going downstairs. Now that my daughter is fifteen years old and a freshman in high school, she still wants him to lead her. Every time he held her, he would think that if his daughter wanted him to hold her for the rest of her life, he would be willing to do so. He and Chenchen were silent, which was commonplace.

Grandpa Huang Fabao is a hunter. Because he was a hunter, his two sons, my uncle and my father, also became hunters. Grandpa didn't originally get a gun for hunting. Before liberation, he was the director of our local armed committee. When the revolution was about to win, a large number of cadres from the party organization went south, but Grandpa refused to do so. People in the village said it was grandma who held grandpa back. In fact, it was not grandma, but grandpa who couldn't let go of grandma. Although I have never seen her before, my grandma's beauty is famous all over the world. My uncle's daughter, my cousin Xiaolian, is quite a beauty, but the old people in the village say that she is still far from the grandma when she was young. Because of his beautiful grandma, grandpa lost an opportunity to become a high official. The chairman of the Peasant Association who made the revolution with him went south and became a deputy director in Fujian. Compared with his grandfather, he was less educated. This is the first level of impact.

At that time, Tang Town was still a very small town. I joined the second team of Tanghe Brigade of Tanghe Commune there. My landlord is an honest old farmer who speaks very little and seems to be just a shadow wrapped in a set of coarse clothes. The landlord's wife had died of illness long ago, leaving the man with a son and a daughter. The landlord's son didn't leave much of an impression on me. He seemed to be a lifelike replica of the landlord. Not only did he look the same, he even had the same personality. The only difference seemed to be age. The landlord's daughter is different. She is not only beautiful but also has a cheerful personality. She is like a stream that disappears and appears in the mountains, flowing naturally and tinkling in front of you, making you feel fresh, relaxed and happy all the time. Her name is Han'er.

Dr. Zhu An's clinic is located on a back street that is not prosperous. One side faces an avenue that has just been widened in recent years. The other side is a commercial area that has been relocated and is being built. A few old poplar trees that have not yet been cut down stand in the ruins, which is a bit sad and makes people feel nostalgic for no reason. The first time Ms. Mei came to the clinic for treatment was in early autumn of this year, when the first cool breeze came quietly. That afternoon, Zhu An was examining a patient behind a white curtain. He didn't hear footsteps and only smelled a faint scent of gardenia. He peeked out of the curtain and saw a pink and purple skirt flash, and a woman was sitting in front of his examination table.

For two years, Sun Caiyun has been considering whether to end her relationship with Chen Jiujin. When she decided to continue to devote herself to him, she was indignant at his ruthlessness and shamelessness. When she decided to leave angrily, what came out of her heart was her inability to give up on him. She even thought about it again and again that she could not give up on him physically. She was even a little obsessed with him, and like a young girl, she felt that no man in the world could replace him. She really hated herself. What made her most irritated and angry was that Chen Jiujin no longer mattered to her whether she would stay or go. He basically didn't call her, whether it was ten days or three months. He seemed to have completely forgotten about her, but it was Sun Caiyun who called him angrily after three months of painful determination and when she was about to usher in a hundred-day victory, "You are not dead yet. If you are not dead, come to the old place. I have something to ask you."

In fact, everyone's growth is a painful and happy process. Just like the growth of "mother", she also has her pain, because "she" rarely describes it to "me". Although she told "me" lightly on a sunny afternoon, after all, time has passed and things have faded, resulting in "I" not being able to fully understand the pain of "her" era, just as "she" cannot understand the pain of "me" growing up in this era. "Little Xishi" just wanted to wear a pair of jeans with a slit, but was scolded by her mother. She had no right to defend her behavior, and she had no way to win the pair of jeans. Maybe what she asked for was not a pair of jeans, but just the warmth of a "normal family" and a desire for an "undistorted childhood." As for "Mother", she only needs to show a little mercy to satisfy "Little Xi Shi"'s wish, but she has no sense of "compassion", which creates a situation of mutual exclusion and conflict between mother and daughter. It's not a "peeping" issue, even if there is no "peeping" issue to blame, "Little Shih Tzu" still needs those jeans. Fortunately, the word "indifference" does not appear in the novel, because the most hopeless thing is not hatred, but something worse than hatred, called "indifference."

The runner-up became even more excited when he heard Li Tian's confession. As the quarrel lasted for a long time, something started to break out. Relatives and friends came to try to persuade him. Chen Yifei, director of the county government office, and his wife were also among those trying to persuade him. Chen Yifei's persuasion was not only in line with his identity, but also in line with his gentle and elegant personality. He said, Li Tian was not like that before, and he is not like that now. Putting aside past grudges is the prerequisite for living a good life. Chen Yifei's wife also spoke up and said that all men with careers are like that now, and having that little hobby is not worth worrying about.

Jing Shuying is a member of Hebei Provincial Writers Association and China Petroleum Writers Association. She currently works for China Petroleum Pipeline Bureau and China Petroleum Pipeline College. When Duan Shijing got divorced, she vowed never to find a man again! However, just eight months after the divorce, Duan Shijing couldn't hold it any longer. She began to miss men and was eager to find herself another partner. The mistake was made by her husband, but Duan Shijing suffered a lot when they divorced, because she insisted on getting a divorce, while Luo Kun refused to leave and was tough-talking. He couldn't deny it if he caught someone in bed, but he only admitted it this time. He denied and refused to explain whether he had had multiple affairs with the long-term female hourly worker at home. She couldn't swallow this breath, so she had to show the red card: leave. Duan Shijing was pregnant before.

"What a fool. From the beginning to the end, I just heard the bang bang bang bang bang bang bang of gunshots. There was no need to use my brain at all." They came to the exact same conclusion, and laughed very happily about it. Walking out of the screening room, walking through the long, dark exit passage, instead of taking the direct elevator of the mall, from the ninth floor to the first floor, going down floor by floor. The space between the elevators is filled with various items. She turned over the tag of a scarlet handbag, took a look at it, and asked him with a smile, "How much do you think it is?" He said fifty? She smiled and showed him, it was more than five hundred! He looked at the tag of a shirt, and she said two hundred? He laughed and told her, it was just a zero! They are almost obsessed with the game. Every time, the price is much higher than guessed. The higher it is, the happier they laugh. "Oh, I can't stay in this place anymore.

Sang pressed his face against mine: Does it still hurt? Now, I am very Chinese! You see, there is no beard left. I sat on the edge of the kid's bed. He kissed me, his kiss was no longer so powerful, his beard was no longer prickly, his kiss was so peaceful and sweet, even every pore in my body was trembling. Only those who have been mothers can experience that kind of trembling. That is the moment when another life slips out of your body, that proud trembling, that tearing and shouting! His head rests gently between my legs. He lives in my legs like a baby. He is like another life to me.

Zhang Qiuping and Luo Chunfen joined the Red Star Machinery Factory on the same day in 1975. Previously, both of them were educated youths who joined the queue. The countryside is a vast world. One is in the plains and the other is in the mountains. They are like two small fish wandering in a vast lake. If they were not caught by different fishing boats and big nets, and then sent to the same market and put into the same large water basin, the two fishes would not be able to meet each other, and it would be difficult to even know the existence of each other. The Red Star Factory is a large enterprise with thousands of employees. There are two to three hundred new employees who entered the factory in the same batch. They are all educated youths. They all had dreams of making a big difference, but after a few years, they all became disillusioned and wished they could return to the city sooner.

After those words came out of Ma Tao's mouth over the phone, Han Xiaobai breathed a sigh of relief. It was solved, it was finally solved, and it was solved so well that she cheered on the phone: "Great, great!" As she spoke, her left hand subconsciously grabbed the clothes on her chest - when the breath that had been tight for several months suddenly relaxed from her heart, it was accompanied by a spicy soreness in her flesh and bones. She was so nervous during this period that she was so nervous that she felt like she was in her bones. "I don't even know how to thank you." Han Xiaobai said sincerely. Outside the window is the noisy and dense sunshine in May, which is really the icing on the cake. "What's going on? What's the point of being polite to an old classmate?" Ma Tao said, "Get the money ready when the time comes.

Although the midsummer heat had not dissipated in the evening, Xiao Ke still went out. She did not take her bag, but only brought her house keys. There was only one key, black, tied to a delicate and shiny steel key ring. The key ring did not have a photo keychain hanging on her body like others. It was not that she did not want to hang it, but that the person she wanted to bring with her was not suitable to appear in such a public manner before. Now, there is no such suitable person anymore. She dangled the solitary key with her right index finger and went out seemingly easily. She walked down from the eleventh floor and took the stairs instead of the elevator. This was her habit. Exercise and stay in shape, you have the best of both worlds. She is a woman who can handle things clearly and thinks everything over in her mind. She understands how to benefit herself.

"Brother, you are drunk." Liu Qi hugged his waist and said. "I'm not drunk, call me dad." Gu Gu said unsteadily. "Brother, you are drunk, let me help you in." Liu Qi went to help Gu Gu and said. But Gu Gu got rid of Liu Qi and said, "Call Dad, and I will follow you in!" Buckwheat supported the swaying Gu Gu and said, "Brother, you are drunk." "I'm not drunk, I made you shit and pee, am I not dad?" Gu Gu said.

The young undertaker met a beautiful love, which was short-lived. They were suddenly and forced to separate. The reason is not difficult for readers to imagine. The novel is euphemistic and touching, with a touch of sadness permeating the whole story, but also warmth. What kind of love is this? A young girl always came to the funeral parlor and looked at everything in the parlor curiously. She seemed to be looking for someone, or looking for something lost here. It is easy to see her slim back from the funeral crowd. She is separate from the funeral procession. She does not wear a black veil, but wears a plain dress, and the skirt of the skirt is swaying with her small steps. She has fair and smooth calves, and her bare feet are wearing a pair of sandals with frosted mesh and pink soles. The shoes sometimes glow a little in the sun.

His name is Bai Yingtai, not Zhu Yingtai. From childhood to adulthood, people loved to call him Zhu Yingtai. However, Zhu Yingtai is just Zhu Yingtai. Bai Yingtai doesn't matter, they are all Yingtai anyway. Bai Yingtai's mother strongly opposed his father giving him this name. She felt that calling her son Yingtai was too girly, and she also believed that others would call him Zhu Yingtai. Bai Yingtai had to admire his mother. She was indeed very foresight, but in the end she did not stop his father from writing the name Bai Yingtai in the household registration book. Bai Yingtai's mother said that when she was just pregnant, his father had prepared the name, which meant that whether he was a boy or a girl, he would be called Yingtai.

Hospital diagnosis: Severe clenbuterol poisoning, ractopamine accumulated in the organs and caused serious damage, making it impossible to treat. The little handsome mother was tearing at the little handsome father like crazy, "You are a man who has been stabbed a thousand times for selling clenbuterol secretly. You only sell the pigs to the Hui family for eating. Why did you let your son eat it? You are so heartless..." The handsome father squatted on the ground without speaking or hiding. He only whispered and hit his head again and again. Teacher Jiang said, stop arguing, Xiaoshuai has woken up. He also told Xiaoshuai that the relevant departments had initially determined that Hui Shuanglu molested Yu Fangfei and that the accident was caused by a fight. Hui Shuanglu had been detained.

Adopted children are angels too. Dongmei and Jiandong, a grassroots couple, adopted a girl who couldn't speak. Suddenly one day, the child could call "Mom and Dad". Jiandong was so excited that he didn't know what to say. He just kept kissing his good cheeks... This is an old street. The shops on the street are all renovated from the first floor of residential buildings. Between the buildings, there are some long and short alleys, which are filled with small buildings, all of the same style. They are separated from each other. The landlords rent them out to subsidize their lives. There are locals doing business on the street, as well as vegetable vendors from Henan. To put it bluntly, this is a vegetable market and grocery area, with everything you need for daily use. Every morning at five or six o'clock, cars filled with all kinds of fresh vegetables and fruits gather on the old street.

The bus on Liu Wuduo Road is a busy road. When her car drove by, I saw her in the car at a glance. I kicked the horse's belly with both feet and chased after him. Although the county is small, there has never been an incident of horses chasing buses. Suddenly, a group of people followed me. At first there were three to five hundred people who followed, and later it was over a thousand! The bus stopped in front of the traffic light intersection, but my horse did not stop. It continued to run, ran past the bus, reined in again, and stopped in front of the bus. I faced the large glass window in front of the bus and shouted loudly: Liu Wuduo, marry me! Thousands of people followed, crowded onlookers, and passengers on the bus. They did not need anyone to call them, nor did they need to be directed in advance. They spontaneously clapped their hands collectively. The sound of the slaps was like a huge wave, covering up the crowd.

During the days when we were far away from home, Zixuan and I fell in love with each other, leaving traces of our happiness under the cherry blossom trees and by Mount Fuji... Every homesick night, Zixuan played the flute while I embroidered - just like my mother, I embroidered plum blossoms one after another, plum trees one after another... Every stitch and thread contained my tenderness and affection. My left chest no longer hurts, but is filled with traces of homesickness. Yes, it wasn't that I couldn't embroider plum blossoms back then, but my heart was occupied by too much hatred! And now, when I can experience the happiness of loving and being loved, the plum blossoms have bloomed brighter than the cherry blossoms under my hands...

The yard is quite large, and it has been managed like a garden by the elderly over the years. When you close the gate, you will feel like a paradise. Wang Qingming said to Liu Yan, "I can listen to you sing opera and have a yard like this. What else do you want in this life?" As soon as you enter the hospital door. Wang Qingming walked into his own world. There are two worlds in Wang Qingming's heart. One world is in his writing. Over the years, he has never stopped writing plays; the other world is in this small courtyard. Although Liu Yan has been away for many days, the small courtyard is still full of her breath. In this small courtyard, flowers bloomed and fell, and Liu Yan sang one verse after another. The two of them were immersed in the world of drama, in heaven and on earth, no one knew what year it was today. Liu Yan said to him one day: "It would be great if people didn't age. That's it. I act in the plays I like and you write the plays you like." Wang Qingming said: "This man is just not as good as those flowers, plants and trees. When the flowers fade, they will bloom again, and when the branches on the trees are cut off, new ones will grow."

The sky was gray and it looked like a heavy snow was about to fall. I couldn't feel the wind, but there was a cold air that rushed to my face and penetrated through my clothes and into my bones. The road outside the gate of my grandpa's compound was still an east-west dirt road, eight or nine meters wide. The color of the road was so yellow that it turned white. Several long ruts led to the road and turned. The ruts are concave, and there are edges on both sides of the ruts, like the frozen well ropes being dragged away, winding and stiff. On this winter day, on this road, more than thirty filial sons and grandsons of my grandpa knelt down towards my grandpa's coffin. Behind the coffin were several tricycles, on which were seated my mother, aunt, sister-in-law and other female relatives. Grandpa's coffin has been placed on the eighteen arranged poles, and a classically decorated, gorgeous and elegant coffin cover has been buckled.

This time it was Jiang Mei and Tang Di's turn to laugh. Tang Di smiled and said with his tongue unruly: "Yanyan, you are more foolhardy than her. As for women, they talk about men and scold men all their lives, but they still care about men, forever and forever!" In the middle of the night in Beijing, the lights were still brightly lit. Three vicissitudes of life, middle-aged women lay staggering on the red carpet and fell asleep. The wine bottles that had been with them all night also staggered tiredly at their feet. There are still undried tears in their eyes, and their souls are still in yesterday's dream. However, after dark night comes dawn, and they will wake up easily at the next dawn.

Yan Qing stood up, and in Wu Shuangcheng's sight, he stood up like a slow motion movie. Wu Shuangcheng also stood up. They looked into each other's eyes. Wu Shuangcheng felt that another twelve years had passed before Yan Qing stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms. He was so careful, as if she were a glassware that would break if not careful. He was so excited, as if he was about to explode, as if he wanted to squeeze out all his heat and give it to her. His embrace became so intense that it hurt her. Then, he let go of his arms and gently held Wu Shuangcheng's head and Wu Shuangcheng's face with both hands. He kissed Wu Shuangcheng's lips gently, gently, so reverently, so tenderly, so carefully, so wildly.

April and May are the best times of the year. It's March in spring, so to speak, there is still a slight chill after all, unlike today, when everything around you is like being immersed in a large vat of warm golden liquid. The trees on the street have turned green, and sunshine is flowing on every leaf. The trees are bright and the world is bright. However, the sky in Ling Hao's heart is already dark. He leaned numbly on the back of the seat, and the warm and light spring breeze blew in from the window, tickling his face like a fluffy powder puff, and like the air she blew on him, and like her slightly flaxen hair touching his forehead. He escaped. It's so ridiculous that the word "escape" is used between two people who love each other. Although he chose to leave quietly, he couldn't help but miss her.

After Mei Ting finished eating at her parents' house, she had to go back and face the extended family. If she doesn't go back, her parents can't let go of their emotions. She knows her father, he can't have a little thing on his mind. A little dissatisfaction will make him moody and physically bad, making the whole family unhappy. However, she did not expect that life would become so cruel in the blink of an eye. The honorary husband is not someone who can share the ups and downs with her. This kind of marriage was brought about by her parents, but now she has to bear the consequences. When she returned to her husband's house, she had to cook for the family and clean the bathhouse used by everyone. This was not important. What made her most intolerable was that everyone was so lazy and living day by day. She couldn't stand their make do. They could make do, she was still young. What to do?

Only then did Yu Haitao realize that no wonder the manager gave them their wages. It turned out that it was Xiangzi who helped secretly. Xiezi said, I didn't want him to continue to lie, so I found his current girlfriend and told the truth. The real estate owner's daughter never thought that her boyfriend who was passionately in love was actually a married woman under an alias. He deceived everyone with his clever mouth and appearance! Yu Haitao asked Xiuzi if he would remarry Dakuan. Xiuzi said that he came to me because he returned to the starting point, but how could I live with such a person anymore? It's getting late, I'm taking a rest. I have something to say tomorrow.

Everyone filed in, washed themselves, and went to sleep. Liu Hong lay down first, then Meimei went in and gave her the medicine. Liu Hong took Mei Mei's hand and said, "Daughter, don't be afraid." Mei Mei stopped, her heart filled with anger. She understood the deep meaning of this sentence very well. "I'm not afraid!" Mei Mei stood upright, "I'm worthy of every day and night when you gave birth to me, past, present, and future, all the same!"

During that long night, my mother's hands grabbed something in the air for a long time, but couldn't grab anything, until she was exhausted and fell down in vain. When the morning light slowly climbed up the curtains, her mother suddenly turned her head and looked at her. That look made her understand that her mother still recognized her just like in the hospital. The mother grabbed her hand, looked at her steadily, then pushed her away hard, sat up and shouted, "Go, I want to go, don't follow me." His strength was so great that he pushed her sitting on the chair beside the bed to the ground, and she lay on the ground crying.

Jin Gui readily agreed to Fang Fang's request for further education and announced in an unquestionable tone that he would bear her four-year tuition and her own living expenses. In this way, the red thread is invisibly and skillfully tied to Fang Fang! The procedures for Fang Fang's admission are about to be completed. At this moment, the ugly ghost Jin Ren suddenly appeared in Jin's house again. This complete villain and hooligan sneaked back into H City after cheating Ruan Yuanyuan into selling her. After hearing the news that Huaxia Company was making a comeback and that Ruan Yuanyuan had committed suicide by falling off the building, she couldn't help but put her hands on her forehead and secretly rejoiced: "God help me!" Thinking that no one knew about his misdeeds, he boldly returned and broke into Jin's house again. He made up a set of lies, used tears and snot to scare Jin Gui, and was finally taken in again.

Following the flow of people out of the restaurant, people in front of and behind Sun Kai laughed with lingering laughter, but Sun Kai was quietly smiling bitterly. He never knew that loving someone could cause harm to her. There is a rose in everyone's heart, but when you give it away, you may prick the fingers of the person you love. We always ignore the thorns of the rose. Sometimes giving your love is a selfish and irresponsible act. Loving someone makes you feel happy, without knowing whether the person you love is suffering. Sun Kai was full of gratitude to Meng Xiaoqiao, what a patient child.

Teng Xiaolan's "Beautiful Days" has a calm narrative and exquisite structure. It meticulously depicts the emotions and lives of two generations of women, showing ordinary women's persistent dream of pursuing marital happiness, their bitterness, their meticulousness, their clumsiness and tenacity. It is a cherished expression of beauty and kindness, compassion and love in everyday life. The contrasting description of details such as name and reality, appearance and concealment, urban and rural areas, entry and exit, vividly expresses Chinese family concepts and marriage ethics from a unique perspective.

In the evening, Mei Ling and Jia Xia came back from town. Guoqiang stood upstairs and watched the blue motorcycle drive in along the village road. The motorcycle drove very fast, bumping from time to time, and Jiaxia's hair flew up in the wind. Jiaxia graduated from elementary school this year. Guoqiang was worried about the middle school in the town. Although he still owed money for raising abalone, like other decent families in the village, Guoqiang gritted his teeth and chose to pay a not-so-cheap school selection fee for his daughter to study in the city. Jiaxia jumped off the back seat of the motorcycle. She is wearing a striped skirt and has long arms and legs. She is a beautiful little girl. Compared with her daughter, Meiling is dark and thin, her eyes are sunken, and her once delicate face now looks a little haggard. When Guoqiang came down from upstairs, his youngest son Jiamin also ran out of the house.

If I hadn't slept until noon that day, these things wouldn't have happened. That was my fourth trip to Lijiang. If you ask me why I went there four times, I can't explain it. Anyway, something is stirring in my subconscious. Of course, the main reason is just that I like Lijiang, the laziness there, and the good air there. I have been squatting in Lijiang for six or seven days. I sleep until I wake up naturally every day. I don't go anywhere. I like to sit by the stream and stare at people in a daze, which is better than anything else. I don't like to go to bars because they are too noisy. That day, it was already past 12 noon when I woke up. As usual, I went to Baisui Bridge to relax. After walking out of the inn in Mufu, I bought two daddies, one to feed myself and the other to feed the fish. Except in the middle of the night when even the dogs are too lazy to bark, Lijiang is always lively.

When the bus arrived at the village, Hu Sai got off the bus. He came to the river and sat on the grass, wanting to take care of himself. The wheat harvest on the south bank of the river has been completed, and most of the land has been planted with autumn soybeans. In the uncultivated wheat fields, cattle and sheep graze or rest freely. The river water glows with various colors under the sun, and wild ducks appear in the willow bushes by the river from time to time. Hu Sai thought of Mai Yan and was glad that he defeated his inner demon today and did not make an unforgivable mistake. I will bury my feelings for Maiyan deeply in my heart, he said silently to himself. Hu Sai stood up and stared into the distance with squinted eyes. He vaguely saw a woman picking something in the field. Then he thought of his wife and felt that he owed her a lot. In the past few years, her wife had been taking care of all the work at home. As for me, I regarded myself as a hands-off shopkeeper, but she was still so good to me.

Just when Xuehua recognized his mother, Maosheng said hello to his father and walked out of the courtyard. When he arrived at the door of Taozi's courtyard, the lights in the upper room were on, and several figures were reflected on the window paper. He immediately recognized that one of them was Tao Zi's figure, and his heart felt like a stone dropped into a pool of water that seemed to be calm, causing ripples... After being apart for so long, this was the first time he saw Tao Zi's figure, and he was still so impulsive! He wanted to rush in, regardless of other people's eyes, still hold her in his arms like he did in the woods west of the village, kiss her and say, why don't you want to see me? It keeps me awake at night!

A sad cry echoed in the quiet night sky. At this time, Yuliang was lying on the bed, dressed in fine clothes. There were scattered "Hibernation Spirit" pills on the carpet beside the bed, and his handsome face had lost the charm of the past. Deliang ran upstairs like crazy, picked up Yuliang, and called heartbreakingly: "Yuliang, Yuliang, Yuliang! Wake up! Wake up! You can't leave!" Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of Yuliang's mouth. She glanced at Deliang with nostalgia, and then slowly closed her eyelids, like a sleepy girl in spring, succumbing to Deliang's arms.

Speaking of which, Li Chenggang and Gao Xiaoting are still alumni. They both graduated from Anting Normal School. However, due to their age, they have never met on campus. Because they were alumni, Li Chenggang felt that Gao Xiaoting was very friendly when they met for the first time that day, as if they had been together in the same place. Later, Gao Xiaoting heard this kind of heart-wrenching words so many times that she thought in her heart, then why didn't you say this to me when we first met. She was thinking so in her heart, but she didn't say it out loud. She just smiled happily at the corner of her mouth. This smile contained encouragement, encouraging Li Chenggang to continue talking, and Li Chenggang was also familiar with women's encouragement hidden in their smiles.

Putting down her phone, Ziyu suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction flowing through her body. Wang Yuan was planning to go out to play, but Ziyu didn't let him go out, so he stopped going. At home, Wang Yuan always follows Ziyu. Except for his daughter, in this family, it can be said that Ziyu has the final say. Wang Yuan never lost his temper with Ziyu, and it was Ziyu who started the quarrel first. Ziyu feels that this is the inherent pattern of a family. The layout of their home is like this. Maybe this is the original color of life. This made Ziyu feel satisfied. Ziyu feels that she is still accustomed to this established pattern, focusing on work and career, and treating family as a haven for rest. What she wants is peace. Even if she sometimes feels tired and pale, it is real, calm and peaceful.

Song Xiaoci, whose real name is Song Chunfang, was born in the spring of 1984. He has published novellas such as "Rolling Forward", "Color of Angels", "Still a Family", and "Iron Bones" in literary magazines such as "Fangcao", "Yangtze River Literature" and "Mountain Flower". The novel "All Dreams Bloom" was published and distributed by Changjiang Literature and Art Publishing House. He is currently the eighth contracted writer in Wuhan. I remember that when my grandma was sitting by the gate and rolling leaf cigarettes, she said to herself, "I have no one to write. If I want to write, I can write a book in this life." At that time, I was sitting on a horse under the eaves, biting my pen and jumping anxiously over a composition. I thought to myself, luckily I can't write, and if I can, I won't be able to write about you, hum! I hate her as much as she hates me, and I don't know where I offended her. According to the opinions of everyone in the village and her relatives, she favors boys over girls.

The morning light was beginning to appear. Looking through the gap in the curtains, the sky looked like a blue crab shell. The newly yellowed fruits on the fruit trees in the garden attracted a few birds to chirp endlessly. Lao Hai tossed and turned all night and did not sleep well. His eyes were astringent and his heart was not at peace because his third daughter, Hai Hua, was trying to get him to go on a blind date to find his wife. Lao Hai's wife Qiuniang passed away three years ago. Now the eldest son Haixing and the second daughter Hairong are working in other places and starting families. Only the third daughter is here and is married and has her own family. The widowed Lao Hai guards an empty garden alone. At noon, the third daughter Haihua rushed over panting under the sun. She had just turned thirty and was already a little fat. Because she was walking in a hurry, her pink face was dripping with oil and sweat. She was wearing a tight floral shirt and her armpits were wet.

Ouyang Xing was woken up by a series of vibrating phone calls. The phone was placed on the bedside table next to the bed. When she was about to reach out to pick it up, the vibration stopped. For Ouyang Xing's career, the number of phone calls deeply means the quality of performance. But yesterday's business transaction made Ouyang Xing frustrated and upset, so she simply was lazy and ignored the call. There was silence in the room, and Ouyang Xing felt the coolness of the quilt, which was a coldness that penetrated to the bones, like a strange evil wind, drilling and drilling with no way out in all the passages of her body, until her body was completely cold and she didn't give up.

Xinghua on the upper slope went to visit her sister Taohua who gave birth on the lower slope. When she was crossing the Efeo River, she met her neighbor Chunqiao who was squatting there waiting for her. It was an August day, and there was still some time before harvest. The crops in the field are dark and heavy, and they seem to be full of energy and want to grow higher and grow stronger. These days are busy and leisurely, but being busy can't actually help the crops. A man who is full of energy spends all day in the field, looking around here and there, his face full of anxiety and expectation, as if that is the wife he really wants to give birth to. Yesterday, when I was in bed, Zhengqiang asked Xinghua and Peach Blossom if they were born in the past two days? If so, she should go, since there is no need for her in the fields anyway. Early in the morning, someone on the lower slope spread the word that the peach blossoms would be born in the middle of the night. The messenger was a salesman over there. He didn't drive or push the cart. He just picked up a load and crossed the river.

Xihe Bridge collapsed in a strong typhoon. On the night of the accident, it rained heavily and the wind was fierce. The meteorological department reported that the highest wind force in the center of the typhoon reached level 15, which is rare in recent years. The county is not on the landing path of the typhoon center, and the wind force is slightly weaker. However, the wind force in Houkeng Town, where Guan Jiacheng is located, also has level 9, which is much stronger than that in the county town, and the rain is strong. The heavy rain pours down, and there is a constant roar in the ears. Houkeng Town is located in the mountainous area in the southwest of the county, 40 kilometers away from the county seat. These 40 kilometers seemed particularly long that night. At nine o'clock in the evening, there was a call from the county seat to the town government duty room looking for customs bonuses. At that time, Guan Jiacheng and several leaders in the town were discussing matters in the conference room. Due to a problem at the nearby substation, Houkeng Town had a power outage and relied on an emergency light on the conference table for lighting.

"The eighteen tides in August are the most spectacular in the world." Every August of the lunar calendar is the busiest time in Yanguan Town, Haining. The autumn sun is shining brightly and the golden wind is pleasant. Manguo people rush to the river to see the Qiantang Autumn Tide. And the pagoda tide in Yanguan Town never disappoints. When the tide rises, it looks like a line between the sea and the sky, and the sound is like thousands of horses galloping. Then it rolls across the river with thunderous thunder. In an instant, it turns into a towering water wall several meters high, like an iceberg and snow peak. It pours waves, sprays beads and splashes of jade, and the vast sea turns into the sky, amidst the sound of thousands of drums. On this day, the tide had just passed, the surface of the river was sparkling, and the autumn flowers were embroidered. Many young men and women sat together in the tide-watching pavilion, lingering around. There were also many vendors along the river, carrying fragrant stones, beads, pollen and other items to sell in clever words. Crowds of people gathered under an acacia tree outside the tide-watching pavilion. Seven drums and one drum were arranged in the open space in the middle. A woman in blue with a veil over her face was dancing on the drum.

Mei Yan made up her mind to call her cousin after she had a quarrel with her husband, which was somewhat out of spite. Mei Yan's posture when making phone calls is also very special. Her hands are pressing the keys on the phone, but her eyes are squinting at her husband, which is a bit like a cockfighting cock in a cockfighting ring. In fact, Mei Yan was still a little hesitant when she picked up the phone. She was not even sure of the accuracy of the phone number. It was the phone number of her cousin's home more than ten years ago. Mei Yan had to dig it out from the bottom of the box with great effort. The number was recorded in a plastic-covered notebook. It was a notebook with a very old feel. There were a few gray stains on the green plastic cover. Mei Yan wiped them with water, but they couldn't be wiped off.

On the first day Shen Xiu was hospitalized, he and Zhang Xiaoqin, who was in the next bed, became good friends and talked about everything. A woman like Ah Jin, who is in her mid-thirties and unreliable in her forties, can easily get along with other women verbally. For women in this age group, the internal medicine department of the hospital is a place that they need to visit if they are not careful. Suffering from neurasthenia, loss of Qi and blood, and endocrine disorders... It was only natural for Shen Xiuneng to meet Zhang Xiaoqin, a man of his age, in the hospital. Qingyangcha is a nest as big as a donkey's hoof. The two of them were lying face to face on the hospital bed, and then they realized that the two families were actually not far apart. One was in Taolin Garden, and the other was in Lanshan Garden, separated by a small road. They walk this road every day and have been walking for many years, but the two women don't even know each other. It can be seen that before this, Shen Xiu and Zhang Xiaoqin really did not have this kind of fate.