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Xiaoyun's entry into the Xu family compound was purely accidental. That day, Xu Jing'an finished watching a night show at the Yong'an Theater and after the show ended, the theater's chief storekeeper respectfully helped him get into the red baize sedan carriage. The coachman Wang Sheng blocked the sedan curtain for the master, jumped on the seat on the front panel, shouted, and whipped out the long red tassel whip in his hand with a crisp sound. The horse pulling the cart seemed to be impatient with the waiting. Before the tip of the whip fell on him, it snorted excitedly, took a few steps, and ran on the bluestone street of Qianjin Village. When the carriage arrived at the entrance of Yanfen Alley, a man suddenly ran out of the alley and blocked the front of the carriage as if he didn't care about his life. The horse, which was running wholeheartedly, was frightened by this sudden accident. It raised its front hooves, raised its head and neighed in the air.

The garbage bag that flew down from the second floor hit the water of the pond with a dull popping sound. Just like an alarm bell, it rings at a certain time in the morning. With a pop, thin ripples appear on the gray-green water surface of the pond, and the floating objects floating on the water rise and sway accordingly. Then, there were the footsteps of the landlady. After throwing away the trash, she clapped her hands, slowly walked downstairs with her slippers on, and went to the pressure well to get water and wash her face. When she wants to see me or other people, she smiles and says hello: "Good morning!" It's like this every morning. The landlady throws the garbage bag into the pond and then goes downstairs to wash up. She is a beautiful woman, with a young and charming face, good makeup, and a charming voice. I was one of her first tenants.

As for drunkenness, is it a state of mind? An act? A psychology? An escape? A state? Or... A kind of enjoyment? It doesn't seem appropriate. After drinking and drinking, there are always some images - yes, images, some are spiritual but not, some are tangible but not, some are intangible but not, or some are both spiritual and form, which often give people some unexpected enlightenment. How to relieve worries? Only Du Kang. The sentimental words of the sages have become the natural reason for people with lofty ideals to drink the cup in ancient and modern times. During the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the Seven Sages in the Bamboo Grove were enjoying themselves freely, especially Liu Ling's "Ode to the Virtue of Wine", which was unrestrained and unconventional. In the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Tao Gong organically combined wine with poetry. Wine was mentioned in almost all of his poems, which gave wine a profound meaning in Chinese history. In the Tang Dynasty, Li Taibai wrote hundreds of poems about drinking wine, "It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle, and you have to drink three hundred cups at a time. ... In ancient times, the sages were all lonely, and only the drinkers left their names."

The novella collection "Love in That Year" consists of seven novellas. Among them, "Female College Student Village Official" tells the story of a female college student who went to work as a village official in the countryside after graduation and her great efforts to change the backwardness of the local economy and ideology; "Love in That Year" It tells the unforgettable love of a pair of mining workers; "Amnesia" tells a ridiculous story, revealing the dark and ugly side of human nature through a series of inexplicable encounters after the protagonist loses his memory; "The Knife" is about the real estate developers who go to the countryside to develop ancient towns to engage in the tourism industry. A series of confusions reveal the true face of some real estate developers who use unscrupulous means to pursue profits; "Bone" tells the story of a village that wants to develop, but the prerequisite is that some people's ancestral graves must be dug up, which leads to a series of disputes; "Debt Collection" tells the story of a village accountant Qianli chasing Tracing his own son, the truth finally came out. It turned out that his son was framed for finding out that the village party secretary had embezzled huge sums of money, and he died in another place. The tragic story of "Murder" tells the story of a pair of lovers who broke up due to family changes, and later went to great lengths to kill their first wife in order to get back together. The novel's language is fluent and full of emotions, making it a long-lasting aftertaste.

Generally, the wedding day is scheduled after half of August. After August half, the man has to send six gifts to the girl's house. This gift giving is different from the August half gift. This time the gift is given with a matchmaker, and the man and the matchmaker go to the girl's house for a "phone call". The "phone call" means to decide the wedding day. What day will it be on the first day of next year? The wedding day was decided and the two parties got busy. The man has to decorate the new house, and the woman has to decorate the dowry. In fact, the lumber has already been prepared and the carpenter has been appointed. The mother-to-be is still a girl in her family as usual, but in fact it is different. The mother-to-be has been ordered by her parents not to go to the fields to do farm work anymore. She seems a little idle, but she is used to being busy and can't take the time off. Besides, she has to buy soles to make new shoes. Those who are happy with her father are also happy with her brothers, and those who are happy with her brothers are also happy with their mothers. One pair after another, single, cotton, square mouth, round mouth, double bottom, thousand-layer bottom, really enough to last for many years.

On Qingming Festival in 1976, I went alone to the Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery in Jinan Hero Mountain to visit the grave of my uncle who died in the 1948 Jinan Campaign. This is the first time I have come alone, and it is also the first time I have come here wearing the red school badge of "Shandong University". My mood and mood are like the mid-spring weather in Jinan, warm and sunny, and the chirping sounds are like the chirping of birds, cheerful and comfortable. After all, I am a young teacher who has crossed the boundary of "agricultural population", and my dream has fulfilled the long-cherished wish of rural children. At the same time, I also lamented the passage of time. Unexpectedly, my uncle has sacrificed his life for 28 years. Did the heroic spirit inspire God, or did God pay special tribute to the martyrs? The oil-like spring rain fell all night, covering the entire mountain forest with new clothes, full of vitality, warm breeze, and full of spring.

During the 1970s, the southeastern Shanxi region governed 16 counties: Changzhi, Changzi, Xiangyuan, Tunliu, Licheng, Huguan, Pingshun, Wuxiang, Qinyuan, Qinxian, Lucheng, Gaoping, Jincheng, Lingchuan, Yangcheng, and Qinshui. It was bordered by Hebei to the east, Pingyao to the west, Taiyuan to the north, and Henan to the south. It was a hundred miles in radius. It was so vast and majestic. The hinterland of southeastern Shanxi is also named "Shangdang", which means "the land is extremely high and is aligned with the sky." The ancients said, "Elbowing Jingluo and walking on Pujin, leaning on Taiyuan and crossing Heshuo", and another saying, "Taihang's crossroads are winding, and Shangdang Yunshan is the tip of the horse's ear." Now that we are talking about Ma'erjian, there is actually a village called "Ma'erjian". Ma'erjian Village is small, with not many people. There are pear trees growing there, and there is a girl named Li'er. Li'er has been known to be a shrewd woman since she was a child.

Everyone has a landmark in their hometown, and every landmark has an unforgettable memory. After the square was expanded, the area was not commensurate with the size of the small town. Perhaps it was because the land was cheap that the planners were so generous, but in comparison there were only a few people here. The afternoon sun is warm and transparent, making people drowsy. Several old men were sitting on the benches, holding their knees with both hands, looking like they were bearing the burden of humiliation. Three years ago, my father often appeared here. He had a high voice and was full of energy. He clearly inherited the legacy of the Cultural Revolution in his words and deeds. He is never short-sighted and mainly preaches major news such as the world situation, national policies and military developments, and most of these remarks come from the "Reference News" that he personally subscribes to.

You can become addicted to anything you do, such as making movies. To be precise, it is a short film. It happened to be the day before New Year's Day when my friend Mo Bo called me from Beijing. He said, I will take the bus to Taiyuan soon, and we will go to Luliang to shoot a movie together. I was shopping at the time, and the street was noisy, so I didn't take his words seriously, thinking it was just gossip as usual. I remember that a few years ago when we were still in school, Mo Bo was tinkering with some DV short films with a group of people, and even asked me to write a script. Unfortunately, I didn't understand anything, and what I wrote was too clumsy to be filmed. But they still filmed a few. It is said that "Missing: The First Time" and "Claim for Love" were premiered at Zhengda. Zhengda is the name of a video hall where we watched football all night long. The athletes were running back and forth on the screen, but we stared with sleepy eyes, absorbing the passion of others.

When it comes to Lu Chong, people generally have the same opinion about him: this man is very righteous and selfless. It's not about being selfless. Are there any selfless people these days? Even if you are a monk, you must first solve the problem of food and accommodation by yourself, right? In terms of dealing with others, Lu Chong gives more, thinks more about others, and cares less. For example, when I divorced Sun Yan. The two met in middle school. Lu Chong was two years ahead of Sun Yan and both were members of the school's student union. After Sun Yan entered university, the two established a relationship and got married after graduation. Although it was a little late to have a child for the sake of career, God favored her. When Lu Chong was thirty years old, Sun Yan successfully gave birth to a baby boy. Later, Lu Chong met Yue Yue while doing activities, and they were entangled with her for more than two years, unable to let go. Finally, he had to find a softie and file for divorce from Sun Yan. Ordinarily, there is no comparison between the two people.

To this day, Qian Hong still sheds tears when she thinks about it: Although the runaway daughter of her teacher Hu Yuejun, whom she had a passionate crush on in college, was found, what happened next was so thrilling! The incident started on the fifth day of the first lunar month of 2005. On this day, Qian Hong and his class, Class 841, Department of Civil Engineering, Wuzhou Institute of Technology, held their first class reunion seventeen years after graduation. Before the Spring Festival that year, Qian Hong received an overseas call from her father. "The husband of your classmate Yao Yuanfeng came to tell you that you must return to China to participate." The father, who is nearly 70 years old, emphasized on the phone.

The 10th issue of our magazine in 2010 published "Darcissus Blooming" by Xiao An. This piece "Begonia Yin" can be regarded as a companion piece to "Daffodils Bloom". At that time, Haitang and Narcissus were good sisters who loved each other. However, because of the recommendation to go to college, Haitang won the admission quota for Narcissus by relying on her own body. The life trajectories of the two farm girls have changed. After the publication of "Daffodil Blooms", it was picked up by many publications, causing great repercussions and attracting the attention of critics. "Haitang Yin" extracts Haitang, the secondary character in "Darcissus Blooms", to show another life of rural women after entering the city and mainstream society. It seems that Haitang's choice has changed her destiny, but she has not settled down whether it is the management of her marriage or the handling of her secular life. Uneasiness and anxiety should be some kind of labels of this era.

When Ding Xiaoxue took Qiu Jiajun to Huangyang Ridge, the sun had already set on the west mountain. As soon as the sun sets in winter, darkness comes up. There is no one on Zhitongzi Street in Huangyang Town. The doors on both sides are covered with Spring Festival couplets, which are big and red. The traces of paste can be seen through the paper, which is very fresh. People who had the family reunion dinner early started to set off firecrackers. Xiaoxue saw from a distance that the only hotel in the town was also closed. It was Chinese New Year, the hotel was privately opened, and no guests stayed there overnight on New Year's Eve. Xiaoxue doesn't want to live in the town either. Qiu Jiajun is a Hong Kong businessman, and living in the town is too shabby for him. She originally wanted to rent a car in the town to go to the county seat, or even charter a bus, but Qiu Jiajun was not used to walking on mountain roads and it was too slow. When she reached the town, it was already too late, and the last bus had left.

The heavy and majestic acid silk wood table was still placed in the main hall of my hometown. Regarding the origin of several tables, my friend has done research separately, so it is not convenient to go into details here. However, there is a yellowed old photo spread out on the table. This is a secret that I have painstakingly explored. The photo showed a big tree that blocked out the sky and the sun. Under the tree stood a rather handsome old-style woman, and there was actually a cart with sundries beside her. On the left side of the table, my grandfather sat on a chair with half-closed eyes, smoking a dry cigarette, like a breathing sculpture - a thin face full of lines, a rigid body, and his whole body was full of vicissitudes of life. With my grandfather's usual silent character, I am very worried that bringing Miss Zhang back today will be another fruitless visit.

A few days after a heavy rain, the land in the enclosure was still wet, with several clusters of plant buds sprouting from the ground, still stained with turbid water. This is the summer of July. The weather was fine just now, and the sun was shining brightly. But in an instant, a few drops of rain fell from the sky. Then, the dark clouds parted, and a ray of sunshine poured down from the folds of the clouds, and the sky regained its luster. In this weather, I fell ill and lay in bed for three days in a row, unable to go anywhere. My father went out early to the fields to see how the floods were rising. My mother and two sisters had nothing to do, chatting with neighbors outside the house. The sounds of their chatting reached my mind, which was falling asleep due to fever. I didn't know if those sounds belonged to them, because at that time, I was having a terrible dream.

When Zhe Fangyu was on the verge of promotion, his father passed away, and he had to go home for the funeral. Zhe Fangyu's father, Zhe Wenzhi, worked as a pig feeder for the commune in his early years, then became a cook, and then became an administrator. After working as an administrator for many years, during the reform and opening up, the township government demanded money from grain collection, dilation and abortion, and everyone went to the countryside every day. He retired as he got older and sicker. Later, he simply moved back to his hometown of Qili Village with Zhe Fangyu's mother. Living with them in the village were Zhe Fangyu's brother Zhe Fangzhong and his sister-in-law Mei Fang. Zhewenzhi has been sick in recent years and has to be hospitalized several times a year. He suffers from coronary heart disease, emphysema, and cerebral infarction. Sometimes he stays in the county hospital, sometimes in Qianglong County Hospital where Zhefangyu works, and sometimes he stays in the city hospital.

The city sky also looks high in autumn. In the afternoon, Yin Nanping drove out of the provincial government gate and ran all the way. The lights at several intersections were green, but I was stopped by a red light at the intersection of the stadium. He lowered the left window glass, turned on the radio, rested his elbow on the steering wheel on the window, and looked at the people hurriedly crossing the zebra crossing in the autumn light. The facial expressions of Chinese people have always been the same piece of lead, but in recent years this lead has been engraved with the word "busy". This word seems to be a sword of admiration. Everyone carries one and runs through the red light arrogantly. Due to the proliferation of private cars, the radio station that disappeared in the past few years has come back to life. At this moment, a young singer is speaking in a pretentious Hong Kong and Taiwan accent, pretending to be intoxicated with himself: "Who is in love with me -? And who am I in love with -?"

Ye Caiping married into the Yu family in Huaihaifang in the late 1970s. This incident caused quite a stir among the people around her. It was verified, explored, tracked, and discussed over and over again for more than half a year. In that era, any woman who could own a square, bright and well-equipped wedding room on Huaihai Road would be like a princess. What's more, Ye Caiping married into Huaihaifang from a three-story pavilion in an old-style lane near Dapuqiao, which was like reaching the sky in one step. In the past, Huaihaifang was called Xiafeifang. It had more than a hundred three-story townhouses that combined Chinese and Western styles. It was quiet, beautiful and elegant in the bustle. Most of the residents were well-off families, and many literati and poets gathered there. The Yu family's house, passed down to Yu Zhiguo's father, only had two main rooms on the second floor facing south.

A man I fell in love with told me a story about his life. I have a childhood friend who lives in the same village. We go to school and play together, and we are really close friends. The small river in front of our village swells in spring, and many fish are jumping in the water. Fa Xiao and I went to catch fish together, and the basin for holding fish was placed on the shore. Every time we caught a fish, we swam back hard and put it in the basin. We caught them from late school until dark, and didn't go home until the washbasin was full. The sound of parents shouting to go home for dinner came from the village, and we hurriedly divided the fish on the shore. Fa Xiao plowed the grass by the river, tied up his trouser legs, caught the fish in his trouser legs, and poured water into it. I carried the washbasin and ran home quickly, carrying two trouser legs that looked like pig intestines.

The mother and daughter were like a thread. As the two figures, one big and one small, disappeared, the jealousy towards Teacher Qiu in Dechang's heart was also drained away. In fact, Dechang was not jealous of Teacher Qiu at first, but envious. The reason for this is not to envy the ink in Teacher Qiu's belly. When Mr. Qiu was young, he worked as a private teacher in a village primary school for several years. Later, he was sent back home to farm. Although they were evicted, the villagers in Zhuanshan Yingzi still continued the previous title and called Teacher Qiu somewhat respectfully. Dechang didn't say anything, but in his heart he thought it was useless to have so much ink in his stomach. All year round, spring planting and autumn harvest depended on his hands and sweat, so what was the use of having so much ink? You hold up your painting clip and draw a green picture on the crop field. Will the seedlings in your field become green?

Why! That's who. That's our famous second sister. That's the one on the other side of the bridge. That's who. That's our famous second sister. That second sister, you're on your side of the bridge. Brother is in a ditch. When you meet the brother's girl, just make a move. That girl on the other side of the bank has ten long hairs. When you see a girl, you are good to her. You are in your place. Brother is in a ditch. When you see the girl, you wave your hand... Chunping loves to roar folk songs. When his folk songs rush out of his mouth after brewing in his throat, they make the mountains on the opposite side scream.

Stinky doesn't have a father. Her mother couldn't figure out who her father was, so she gave birth to her in confusion. Her mother didn't even know how to fulfill her responsibilities. She was just curious for a while when she was just born. She held her in her arms like a rag doll and pinched her cheeks hard several times. Her grandmother was afraid that her mother would trample her to death, so she snatched her out of her arms. From then on, she was raised by her grandmother. Grandma raised her up with a glimmer of hope. Grandma's hope is that she can be better than her mother. At least she knows shame and can recognize numbers. In this way, when grandma dies in the future, my mother will have someone to rely on. Who knew she couldn't even cry when she was born? It wasn't until she was five years old that her grandma taught her to call her mom. If you teach anything else, you won't be able to learn it no matter how hard you teach it. There is one rude word that her grandmother did not teach her, but she learned it. This word is "".

Hearing a low moan coming from outside the house, Li Zhongtian first concentrated for a moment, and then stepped out of the house. Luo Yuanyuan, who was catching the sun by a crabapple tree outside the house, raised her head. She held a small piece of napkin in her right hand and pressed it under her nostrils. The napkin had turned from white to red. Li Zhongtian was a little at a loss. "You have a nosebleed. Go to my room and get some cotton balls. They are in a small glass bottle on the table." Li Zhongtian walked to Luo Yuanyuan's room in a panic. There was a faint fragrance in Luo Yuanyuan's room. It was unclear whether it was from the pot of flowers on the bedside table or from the perfume remaining on Luo Yuanyuan's clothes.

Fangfei began to review her life on the third day after she was diagnosed with liver cancer. To be precise, she wrote down on a piece of white paper the men and women who had left a mark in her life. She looked at the few thin names on the white paper and was frightened, even scaring away the endless grief she had experienced in the past three days. The world is so big, but apart from her relatives, there are so few people who have real interactions with her. In other words, her life was gone in vain. She didn't even have a crush during adolescence. For a woman, if not even a boy has a crush on her, it must be a great sadness and failure. She was really unwilling. She began to search and dive over and over again in the river of memory. A name finally popped out from under the reef - Potato. This is a person's nickname.

This is my first time flying, and my first time flying is a cross-country flight. Beijing - Moscow. Sitting on the seat of the passenger plane with almost exaggerated surprise, I stared intently at the fluorescent screen above the side of the seat. Through the camera installed in the front of the passenger plane, I could see the scene outside the plane. Everything was so new and the look on my face bordered on obsession. To hide my superficial experience with flying, I tried to look sophisticated and put an understated smile on my face. The plane's turbines began to emit a thrilling roar, and then the airport runway began to move rapidly backwards.

It was still early in the morning, and the dew on the green grass had not yet dried. Deng Yuchun's trousers were wet from the grass and stuck to his legs. A large group of sheep she herded were burying their mouths in the grass more than half a foot deep, and the "rustling" sound of grazing was like a cool breeze. Suddenly, the sheep began to cry "baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"" as if they were disturbed by something. They stopped grazing and turned their heads in the direction of Yuanjiacun and called loudly. Deng Yuchun put her hand on her eyebrows and looked down the path. She saw a cloud of dust chasing a running child. The child was waving something in his hand, which was dazzlingly white under the rising sun. The child shouted loudly: "Mother - mother -" It was Deng Yuchun's fourteen-year-old son Yuan Jiameng. As he ran, he would often hold his stomach and bend over, coughing loudly in the flying dust.

Bear-like. This is a popular mantra. How loud. What's loud? It sounds like a ringer. Yes, Duoling always speaks like a bear, as if he is just a bell, not a good bell - because his tongue is a bit big and his speech is a bit whiny. It is the tip of the plowshare that the production team hangs at the entrance of the breeding yard, and when it is struck, it reminds the employees to work. For example, the production team leader sent workers to his house and said, "How loud is the sound?" Today, you put on the zipper and go to Yuanshankudiao to pull the red ash. Duo Xiang said, bear-like. The captain didn't say much, took a look, and left. Duo Xiang was drinking half a bowl of noodle soup in his hand when he said, Captain, you have some food. The captain said without looking back, "I'm going to be in trouble soon, let's get to work!" Bear-like. Duo responded to the captain's words, and at the same time he finished the soup in the bowl in a hurry, and kept saying, like a bear, like a bear.

In recent days, Ding Yihong felt that his life had slipped out of its usual good state and fell into a kind of boundless irritability without any reason. Like a malnourished child, his stomach is still full of hunger even though his belly is bulging. He is tightly bound by a sad and bad emotion. As a fifty-year-old man, he is at the top of a bureau, has quite a social status, and is considered to be closely related to success and fame. In the eyes of ordinary people, he should have the attitude of "being proud of the spring breeze and seeing all the flowers in Chang'an in one day", but he is just the opposite. Recently, what often pops up in my mind is a series of sighs about how time flies and I miss my youth, and then they burst like soap bubbles, filling my head with emptiness and loss.

The snow has fallen and it is winter. I like the dusk in winter. At that time, the sun has just returned to the mountains, and the sky is burning with an orange-red sunset, which is melancholy, scattered, leisurely, profound and beautiful as an oil painting. The dark-colored mountains to the west turn into soft mountain lines, becoming increasingly blurry and distant. The dead branches form a beautiful pattern between the sky and the mountains. Occasionally, one or two birds fly by. The surroundings are quiet. If it snows, the mountains and the earth will be a different scene. The dusk at this time is comfortable, elegant, and poetically beautiful, making me feel a kind of sad sweetness and warmth. If there is a moon, when the sunset gradually dims, the moon will rise from the east, hanging like a jade plate on the sky, so beautiful that it is vast and lonely.

When Sister Lan and I were having a lively chat online, my father called to tell me that someone was demolishing a security booth and asked me to come up with a solution. Sister Lan is my door-to-door neighbor, and she has an online name that is almost idiotic, confused. Someone wants to demolish the security booth? I didn't even turn off the computer and ran out as fast as I could. Several security guards from the property management company were demolishing the security booth, and Captain Fei was in charge. This fat captain and I have some friendship. A few months ago, a friend invited me for a drink, and he happened to be there. After that, when we met in the community, we stopped to express our admiration to each other and smoked cigarettes. The security pavilion and the albizia tree next to it have grown together, and the tree crown almost wraps the entire security pavilion inside. Thanks to the two acacia trees on the left and right, it was possible to stay in this half-aluminum and half-glass security booth on a hot day.

Even though I didn't have my parents to see me, I was getting stronger day by day under my grandma's careful care. Before I was weaned, my mother, Liu Xiaoxia, and my father, Li Erniu, were already in trouble and had to divorce. I have a brother who is four years older than me. Finally, my brother followed my mother, and I followed my grandma. Grandma loves me and feeds me every day by cooking rice porridge in a small iron pot. After my grandma got cataracts, she was almost blind. She couldn't even clean her clothes. When cooking, there were often particles of sand wrapped in the rice. She couldn't pick it out, so she cooked it together with the rice. Once, when I was eating porridge, I accidentally bit on a big grain of sand, which knocked out two of my small front teeth, causing me to have difficulty speaking for a long time. Slowly, I learned to walk, and I often ran to the street to play, peeing in mud and throwing bubbles with the wild boys in the village.

Fang Ru, whose real name is Hou Chunru. Born in Inner Mongolia in 1972. Now lives in Qingdao, Shandong. He has successively worked as a radio host, TV news reporter, and corporate human resources management. Since the spring of 2007, he has published nearly 150,000 words of novels and short stories in magazines such as "Yellow River Literature", "Writer", "Youth Literature", and "Mountain Flower". Some of his novels have been reprinted by "Selected Novels" and "Youth Digest". They were selected into the annual novel selections of Huacheng Edition and Lijiang Edition, and won the Taishan Literary Award of Shandong Province. Anne did not expect that before she was about to leave London and return to China, she would have the opportunity to see Su again and see the final ending of Su's life story. It was a cold winter noon, and Annie went to a travel agency in Chinatown to pick up a ticket that had been purchased in advance. When I came out of the subway, a newspaper was thrust into my hand.

Seeing the word "Red Mansion" followed by "love", I believe many people will immediately think of the famous love triangle of Bao Dai and Chai, Ping You's attack on the mistress, and the mistress's dream of Qing Sheying and others... Oh, stay here - the "Red Mansion" I am talking about here is not the Ningrong Second Mansion in Beijing, nor is it some fantasy wonderland, but it does have its place and its building. In the middle of the last century, or the 1950s to be exact, Harbin, as the northern center of the country's industrialization, built many large factories. Around these factories, red residential buildings were built. The red color of the building was not intentional, but red bricks were all used in building buildings at that time. When the buildings were built, the red bricks were exposed, so the buildings were naturally red.

Zhang Shu was thirty-six years old. What happened in the summer when his daughter Mengmeng was ten years old was still fresh in Zhang Shu's mind until his death. It was difficult to forget, just like what happened yesterday. Ten years ago in the summer, it was a drizzly evening. In Zhang Shu's memory, it seems that as soon as the summer came that year, it never rained. The city was like a big steamer, hot and dry, and people were like ants in a hot pot. His ex-wife had just divorced Zhang Shu, and Zhang Shu had not yet come out of the shadow of divorce. One day, he went to Heping Hospital for a physical examination with people from his work unit, and met a male classmate who was a surgeon there. This male classmate is named Liang Xing, and they have been classmates for nearly six years. Liang Xing is one of those extremely smart people. He is very handsome and about 1.78 Meters tall. His parents are both engaged in art.

In the afternoon, Jin Jie was riding a pig in the breeding farm. The pig ran against the barrier and made a big gash in his leg. I asked him: "School is about to start. How are you going to mess around this semester?" He rolled his eyes and said, "Just deal with the mess." He looked like he was serious and serious. This person has too many gangster habits and even more bourgeois stench in him. He never resorts to any means when he does bad things, making it difficult for people to guard against him. For a bad young man like him who has been desperately absorbing venom from the garbage heap of history since he was a child, I really can no longer effectively curb his self-will and depravity, and it is difficult to make a radical transformation of his worldview.

He was awakened by the breath. A very warm breath moved on his face, accompanied by a swallowing sound. He opened his eyes slightly and saw a pair of white eyes, a big nostril below, and a face lying on top. He pushed it towards the face and sat up. The face quickly shook back, humming at the bottom of the throat. He rubbed his eyes, which were covered with eye excrement, before he saw clearly the person in front of him - Gui Zai. The ghost kicked his legs and sat on the doorstep like a tree branch. He looked at him sideways, his white eyes filled with suspicion. He probably meant, "How can you sleep here?" The ghost's fair face, with a little green skin showing through his chin, looked very scary in the dim light.

After the accident that happened to Chen Yu, Gui Gui secretly made up his mind to protect her for the rest of his life. As the two walked through the village, people jumped out one after another, saying bad things about Shen Yu behind their backs like a group of ghosts. Those words were so unpleasant that Guigui blushed and wanted to dig through a crack in the ground. Guigui clenched his fists, feeling furious. He really wanted to rush forward and beat those talkative people until they were black and blue. But when he saw Chen Yu always looking dumbfounded in the face of people's ridicule, his heart was immediately shattered into pieces. Wherever Chen Yu goes, he follows. Some people in the village clicked their tongues and expressed their appreciation for Gui Gui's actions.

Ruffians are the collective term given by teachers at Longtan Middle School to the undesirable young people who come to school to cause trouble. Longtan Town is the first of the ten ancient towns belonging to the famous historical and cultural city of Yangchu. Before liberation, Longtan City was located, and it was on equal terms with the ancient city of Yangchu. However, that was an era when waterway transportation dominated the economy. After liberation, Longtan Town was the town with the largest urban household registration in Yangchu County. In the era of planned economy, young people with urban household registration were assigned jobs as soon as they graduated, including grain management offices, supply and marketing cooperatives, post and telecommunications offices, hospitals, and serving as city soldiers. Later, the grain management office was reorganized, the supply and marketing cooperative was dissolved, and the urban soldiers were no longer assigned jobs.

My name is Zhang Wei. I don't know how many people in the country have this name. When I was in elementary school, I had the idea of ​​changing this popular name. Before I could express my idea clearly to my father when I got home, I was scolded by my grumpy father: "You little brat, you just went to school for two and a half days and your fetal hair has not faded yet, and you are thinking of something wrong!" This name was given to you by your grandfather and cannot be changed! My father is a filial son. He thinks that changing the name given by the elders privately is disrespectful and treasonous. So I can only continue to carry on the name given to me by my grandfather. However, as I grow older, I gradually realize that in fact, the name is just a symbol that distinguishes one from others. It may promote a person's development, but the effect is not very big. One's own efforts are the most critical.

He Yulan's first love was worthy of the name - it started in junior high school. By that time, her figure had developed quite well. Although he is not much taller than other classmates, due to his slim figure and wearing semi-high-heeled leather shoes for many years, he looks much taller. The places on the body that should be convex are highlighted; the places that should be concave are sunken. Especially the area where the waist and hips meet is a bit like the place in the middle of a gourd, slender and round. Therefore, in the eyes of men, she is no longer a girl, but a real woman. Whether she is sitting, standing, walking or walking, people can find something interesting in her. Even the male teachers in the school, who were in their thirties, took the opportunity to pay her a few glances. They knew that she couldn't answer this question, but they always couldn't let her go when they asked the question.

June 1960, a Saturday night. The campus of County No. 1 Middle School was deserted and dark, except for the faintly flickering lights on the stage of the auditorium. In the auditorium, there was an air of desolation on the empty stage. A dozen or so members of the band were gathered in a huddle, rehearsing the instrumental ensemble. Ding Zhuo played the erhu with his hands, but his eyes were fixed on the alarm clock on the wall. It's already 10 o'clock, but the alarm hasn't gone off yet. This damn alarm clock! He cursed in his mind. It wakes you up at dawn, forcing you to keep your sleepy eyes open, tie your pants crookedly and go out for morning exercises. Now, my stomach has been protesting for a long time, but the red-headed second hand is still unhurried, slowly and reluctantly moving forward step by step.

On Sunday morning, my eldest cousin Hongfang took a fancy to a chicken at the free market. It had yellow feathers, yellow claws and a yellow tip. It was an authentic Pudong three-yellow chicken. Touching it with your hands, you can see that there isn't much food in the chicken crop, so there must be no sand stuffed inside. It's perfect for making boiled chicken, and the soup can also be used to stew a pot of chicken porridge. The key is that the price per catty is two cents less than other stalls... Hongfang thought in her mind without showing any expression on her face, "This chicken is a little thinner and seems to be in poor spirits." The stall owner is a young man in his early twenties. "Help me, the female chicken is not a male chicken, so it is gentler. The thinner chicken will have less oil and water, so you can save weight by eating it." This Hongfang is indeed fatter. "I'll give you a dime for a pound." The young man scratched his head and said, "I didn't ask for the price in the first place. If I give you another dime, I'll lose all my profit. Well, if Auntie really wants to buy it, I'll lose my money and sell it."

The day Lu Qingshan visited his mother happened to be the tenth anniversary celebration of Gu Tianyi Tailor Shop. The store celebration was held outdoors. It is a Russian-style courtyard of more than 1,000 meters, quiet and shaded by green trees in summer and autumn. Most of the people attending the celebration were old and new customers of Gu Tianyi. They were invited here to take this opportunity to thank them for their patronage of the tailor shop over the years. The store celebration was held in the form of a buffet. Prepared food, drinks, and fruits are available. The atmosphere is peaceful. During this period, Gu Tianyi answered a phone call. After putting down the phone, his expression became solemn. My wife Shuwan asked, what happened? Shuwan is in a wheelchair. A medical accident left her lower limbs paralyzed. Gu Tianyi said that nothing happened. Shuwan didn't believe it, but she couldn't ask further questions at such a happy moment, so she calmly watched her husband leave the living room. Lu Qingshan has been standing outside the yard, separated by a fence. Among the jubilant crowd, he caught sight of his mother.

Creation is a process of blending with the outside world with a sincere and clear heart. Thanks to "Beijing Literature" for making my debut novella "Red Coat" available. "Red Coat" changed hands three times, and its style and color changed several times, reflecting the ups and downs of the fate of the owners of the coat and the changes of the times. I used the red coat as a clue and the changes of the times as the background to draw a sketch of human nature, especially the courage and never giving up on the ideal of the two generations of "grandpa" and "mother". 80 Years ago, "Grandpa", a rich man from Northeast China, had an ideal that was not accepted by his family: when his daughters grew up, all of them would be doctors and not rely on men for food. He gave up his land to work in the city and sent his daughters to school. The enslavement of the Japanese and the hunger when Changchun was besieged could not make him give up his ideals.

The cold came early this year, and the late rice in the fields of farmers and friends had not had time to be harvested. Winter entered in the middle of the night, with heavy snowfall overnight, and the sky and the earth outside the window were the same color. Today is the wedding day of Ling Feng, deputy captain of the Qingliu District Fire Brigade of the Fengle City Fire Brigade, and Jin Feng, secretary-general of the Writers Association of the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles. The fire brigade and the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles jointly held a wedding ceremony for them. Several young people from the Writers Association and several female soldiers from the fire brigade worked for two days to transform a large restaurant of nearly 200 square meters into a large garden. Triangular bunting flags and pink silk flowers were hung vertically on the ceiling.

There were heavy rain clouds in the sky. Clouds pressed down on the field, rolling and undulating. Between the sky and the fields, a white avenue stretches into the distance, from south to north, like a silver-gray river, flowing silently. There were no pedestrians on the road, only a white Nissan parked on the roadside. Shi Lan walked out of the car, stood on the inside of the wide open door, straightened her back, and then turned her attention to the birch forest on the roadside. The white birch trees stand upright, like a group of girls in white dresses preparing to take the stage for the International Children's Day. This reminded Shi Lan of a performance when he was a teenager, and he couldn't help but feel a faint melancholy in his heart. Bending down, she picked up two bouquets of flowers from the passenger seat with her left hand, lifted up her skirt with her right hand, and walked down the avenue towards the birch forest. Outside the birch forest, on this side of the road, there are two tombs.

Standing in front of the iron window of Lijiahe Compulsory Drug Rehabilitation Center in Wanzhou District, Chongqing City, quietly looking at her home in the northeast, Zhang Yanni shed tears of regret without realizing it. A week ago, Zhang Yanni was sent to a compulsory drug rehabilitation center by her parents. Zhang Yanni will undoubtedly spend a long and painful half a year here. However, the courtesy of all the staff in the drug rehabilitation center often moved Zhang Yanni to tears. The past has become the past, but what is branded in the heart of the girl Zhang Yanni is a painful scar that will never be healed in her lifetime. Love at First Sight on Campus Zhang Yanni was born in Liangping County, Chongqing City. Her father is a teacher and her mother works in an institution. Because she is an only child, Zhang Yanni has been doted on by her parents since she was a child.

The older generation often says that before liberation, Liangshan and major mountain ranges such as Laojun Mountain, Luoji Mountain, Huangmaogen Mountain, and Yangnuo Snow Mountain were once a paradise for tigers. There are also many kinds of other wild animals. However, due to excessive hunting and deforestation over the years, the ecological environment has been seriously damaged. Until now, don't talk about tigers and leopards. Even a hare is hard to find. In the future, our descendants will only be able to see his beauty in film and television materials. In the long run, humans will become a lonely, single species. Probably because of fear, for a long time, the following story has been lingering in my mind, and I can't get rid of it for a long time... - Author. In the last days of my life, I often wandered among the mountains and valleys of Yangnuo Snow Mountain. I am old. Old is just old. It cannot be explained in one sentence.

This book is an "oral history" of folk records. "My" mother, a ninety-year-old woman with a belly full of stories, tells about the "past" where coldness and warmth intertwined. Every ordinary and subtle event described in the novel highlights the historical reality of social changes; the fate of every little person who experiences it is soaked in the unexpected joys and sorrows of life. The narration of a 90-year-old man who has been a teacher for decades is delicate, euphemistic, calm and peaceful. It is full of human warmth and a touch of sadness, as well as tolerance and detachment from the vicissitudes of the world. It is a literary work with sincere feelings.

This story must be told from the time of Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty. Liu Bang conquered Pi and raised his army. After many years of conflict between Chu and Han, he forced Xiang Yu to commit suicide in Wujiang River and went to Si River to establish a statue. This created the twenty-eight dynasties of the Han Dynasty for more than 480 years. During this period, it can be said that there is no opponent that cannot be defeated and no city that cannot be conquered. However, the Huns in the north gave him a headache. As early as when Qin Shihuang unified the six countries and established the first feudal centralized state in Chinese history, in order to prevent the invasion of the Xiongnu, he spared no effort in building the Great Wall. Unfortunately, the Qin Dynasty only lasted until the second generation and was overthrown. In the following days, Liu Bang and Xiang Yu fought to the death and had no time to care about others. The Xiongnu's power was strengthened and expanded. Except for the Central Plains, everything from the Bohai Sea in the east, Hetao in the north, and Yanmen in the west were occupied by the Xiongnu.