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My acquaintance with Teacher Wang was purely accidental. Of course, this can also be understood to mean that it is inevitable that Teacher Wang and I know each other, because if it was really a coincidence, then we would not know each other. Sometimes we like to say that everything is accidental, but we are just unwilling to admit or believe that they are inevitable. Because if everything in the world is determined by necessity, then our lives will inevitably lose a lot of fun. Therefore, I am not only used to treating disasters encountered in life as accidental, but also treating luck as accidental. In short, everything is accidental. However, despite this, I am still willing to say that my acquaintance with Teacher Wang was indeed by chance, not because of my personal belief. I believe that after you know how we met, you will definitely agree with me.

Two middle-aged people were talking about a partner, and the relationship was confirmed not long after they were introduced to each other. However, it was two years later that they really fell in love and wanted to get married. They discovered the moving parts of each other. She is the kind of person who believes that she can get married only if she is in love, so during the two years of their relationship, she would ask him from time to time, are we in a relationship? After getting his affirmative answer, she believed it, but she felt that it was not natural to say the word love at their age. Indeed, when they get together, they always talk about work, their children, and the health of the elderly at home. Only when the words are congenial will the feelings become warm and the physical communication will be natural and comfortable.

Lu Wa, female, originally from Shandong, was a former reporter and editor of Wenzhou Daily. She moved to France in the 1990s. He has previously published a series of documentary literature and two novels, and has won the Youth Literature Award, Reportage Award, and Zhejiang Literary and Art Award. Then he stopped writing for more than ten years. In 2006, he began to publish many short stories and essays in "Novel Monthly Original Edition", "People's Literature", "Harvest", "Fragrant Grass", "Jiangnan" and other publications, which were selected by "Beijing Literature·Novelette Monthly" and "Novel Monthly". He has also published novels "Daughter's Ballad of Four Seasons" and "The Paddle of Desire" successively. Now he is the overseas communications columnist of "Wenzhou Metropolis Daily". After receiving the bad news of their mother's death from New York, Munich and Montmartre in Paris, Mrs. Kleber's three sons all rushed home at the appointed time. Before, the same woman called their cell phone to report the death. The tone of the phone call was flat, no emotion could be heard, and the voice was unfamiliar.

Wang Xinghua went to the province to hold a model worker meeting, met a wealthy boss, and fell in love with him and never came back. The news was like an atomic bomb exploding in Linyuan Town, and the shock wave quickly spread to the mountain village two miles away from the town. The villagers gathered under the old elm tree at the entrance of the village, looking at the big tile-roofed house of Lao Zheng's house and talking about it. Wang Xinghua is the most famous woman in the village and even Linyuan Town.

If your girlfriend told you she was pregnant, how would you react? Look at men with different results. Ye Zhi was reading a text message to me, which surprised me. Ye Zhi, what do you mean, what do you want to do? You, a top star in the foot-washing city, are you interested in entertaining me? Surprise. Such a man is responsible, caring, eager for marriage, or is an older man; surprised. Such a man is not really ready to marry you, or is not mentally prepared to take responsibility; he is frightened and insists on aborting the child, and then runs away. Such a man shows that... The woman is blind. How is this text message? Ye Zhi stood beside me, and the smell of perfume and medicine combined to hit my olfactory organs, making me want to sneeze. Not great. Use boredom as fun and vulgarity as taste. I rubbed my nose and said.

We had a dinner party at the hotel at the back door of the university. Old classmates get together, take turns treating guests, and find reasons to chat. I came late because of traffic jam. This small street at the back door of our university is very famous. There are restaurants, supermarkets, grocery stores and small street stalls, everything is available; it is lively, complicated and bustling, and everyone likes to come here to hang out. When we were studying in school, we disliked the school in every possible way, but when we had the opportunity to go back to school after graduation, we felt nostalgic, sad, and even mean about having a meal at the back door street. My personal attitude toward school after graduation was pretty much the same, quite ambiguous and complicated.

Gong Ziyan is the chairman of the labor union at Rongxu Real Estate Company in Dangkou Town. During the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, it was still very hot, and there was no feeling of autumn coolness at all. Xu Qin, a female quality inspector in the company, went to the construction site to check the construction quality. Because the construction had just begun, the construction site was overgrown and deserted. She was accidentally bitten by a poisonous snake on her ankle and was treated at a private clinic in the city nicknamed the Snake Goddess. The Snake Goddess is somewhat famous in this area. Some patients are in critical condition due to delayed treatment, and big hospitals are helpless. Within half a month, the swelling and poison will be miraculously reduced and they will return home after being treated by her.

A plump, white man in his thirties who looked very impressive was sitting at a round table in the living room, drinking wine and eating boiled crab roes. Opposite him sat a thin, yellow, short woman. The woman's eyes were gray and dim. They were wide open and looking straight at her husband. The hand holding the chopsticks was shaking slightly, a little sickly, and he was not picking up the food. A piece of scone was placed on the plate in front of her, steaming hot and giving off a strong fragrance. "What kind of weather is this? It's gloomy; it looks like it's going to rain." The fat man said, frowning, and stuffed a small piece of crab meat into his mouth. "But," the thin woman continued, "Why does it keep raining?" "This is science. Only people who are engaged in science know." The man said slowly.

William Wang was originally from Guanzhong, Shaanxi Province. He was born in Qinghai Province in 1982 and graduated from the Anthropology Department of Sun Yat-sen University. He began literary creation during college, and published a large number of works in magazines such as "Everyone", "Reading", "Book City" and "Tianya", which have been reprinted and included in various anthologies. At present, the main representative works of novels include "Illegal Move-in", "Legal Life" and "Lawless" of the "Legal Trilogy". Now lives in Guangzhou. When I was a child, every Spring Festival, my parents would take me back to Xifeng Village to celebrate the New Year with my grandfather and grandmother. Every time I see that depressed woman standing at the entrance of the village, muttering: Xiuqin, where have you been? Why don't you go home and cook? I didn't dare to look at her too much and followed my parents in a hurry, but she noticed us and rushed over anyway, and asked: "Have you just come back from outside?" Have you seen Xiu Qin?

College student Huang Xiaomao finally stayed to work in a certain agency in Beijing through fellow countryman Lao Zhou and Lao Zhou's wife, Director Yang. As a result, Huang Xiaomao became a slave of the Zhou family. Later, the old minister retired and the agency was reorganized. Director Yang was transferred from the Personnel Department to the Education and Publicity Department by the new minister. Huang Xiaomao's life became difficult. Huang Xiaomao originally had the possibility of taking over the director's class, but now there is no hope. One morning, Huang Xiaomao exercised and saved an old man who fainted. It turned out that the old man was the old minister. Soon there was news that the new minister was ill and had terminal cancer. Huang Xiaomao's life began to take a turn for the better... A few months after the old minister retired, the agency made an adjustment. As a result, Director Yang of the Personnel Department was transferred to the Education and Propaganda Department. The Education and Publicity Department has a director, and Director Yang can only sit alongside the former director.

I dreamed about her for the first time on my 12th birthday. I had never done a serious birthday party before, and I never did it again. It was almost a noisy rite of passage. I wore the little suit made by my mother, behaved appropriately, accepted blessings from my elders, acted like a big brother in front of my cousins, and comforted the noisy and crying children. I was very satisfied with my mature performance. Now I still remember my little adult behavior and surging mood that day - I try not to look back on it, it is not a pleasant memory, it seems like this now. In fact, when I woke up the next morning, my feeling changed. I looked at myself again from a high place, and saw the sheets and body from a low place (I also behaved very maturely in the dream). I lay down in a daze for a moment. Very worried. Her name is Zhang Na, she is five years older than me.

As soon as it got dark, Sanxi's father finished tidying up the yard, checked the door bolts, then stood in the middle of the yard, coughed loudly, and said, "It's okay to go to bed early, we have to go downhill tomorrow." This was meant for his daughter-in-law in the west room, which meant it was time to blow out the lamp. In the past, there was no need to say these words a second time. Before he could finish his words, the light in the west room went dark. Today was a little different, until he and Sanxi Niang were about to go to bed. When they lay down and leaned back, they saw that the lights in the west room were still on. Sanxi's father muttered, "Why are you lighting the lamp and boiling oil so late?" Sanxi Niang said forget it and leave it alone. I haven't seen you become a rich man even after a long time. Sanxi's father said you made a good point. If it weren't for our province, our family would have gone begging for food. The old couple just fell asleep arguing. The nights in the countryside were long and they couldn't sleep on the kang, so the old couple lay there talking in the dark.

Professor Xie, a medical school student at a university in Wuhan, has four students: Luo Lixia, Chu Xiong, Mu Youde, and Zhuo Yiquan. Luo Lixia is a sales genius in Shanghai's pharmaceutical industry; Chu Xiong is a geek in pharmaceutical research in the United States; Mu Youde is uneducated and good at deception; Zhuo Yiquan, although slightly inferior to Chu Xiong, is also an expert in medical research and development in Optics Valley Biocity. During a blind date back to Han, Luo Lixia met Guan Nan, a beauty from the Optics Valley High-tech Zone Management Committee. With Guan Nan's help, he and Chu Xiong, who had returned to China for development, established a pharmaceutical research micro-enterprise in an incubator in Optics Valley. Professor Xie's daughter Xie Yingying, rich girl Meng Xiaotiao, and banana man Wang Zhaojun who returned to Han with Chu Xiong to find relatives also joined. This made Zhuo Yifan, who was dissatisfied with Chu Xiong in college, very unhappy. Instigated by the huge fraud investor Ma Angel, he launched a "crazy revenge." A youthful story about young people's entrepreneurship and love begins in Optics Valley.

Wang Qingpeng: Male, born in 1953, from Huainan, Anhui Province, graduated from the Chinese Department of Huainan Normal University. He once worked as an educated youth and a coal miner. He once served as vice chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles and vice chairman of the labor union of Huaibei Mining Group Company. So far, many literary works have been published in newspapers and periodicals across the country. Tian Xiaofeng's mood suddenly turned into a mess. In fact, this incident should be said to be a happy event for the girl next to him. But for her, it made her feel very self-conscious. Unexpectedly, Li Xia would suddenly ask someone to propose to her. In the morning, she and Mingkun went to the street to play. As soon as she got home at noon, her mother happily said to her: "Feng, your Aunt You came to the edge of the well just now. She praised you for your appearance and culture, and wanted to propose marriage to you..." Her mother's face was like a peacock with its tail open, and even the folds were full of smiles.

At noon, after the crackling of firecrackers and fireworks, the old lady was invited out, and her children and grandchildren came forward to pay her birthday amidst the band's music and singing. Afterwards, the guests took their seats. Everyone was busy looking for seats and inviting familiar people to sit with them. After giving in, everyone was busy using their chopsticks. In the courtyard, people were talking, laughing, eating, drinking, fist-clinking and glasses mixed with the sound of the band. The commotion continued like this until around four o'clock in the afternoon, when the last group of relatives and friends of the Zhao family finished eating and left. After clearing away the dishes, the two Zhao brothers and the people from the village who came to help took down the tarpaulin that had been placed over the yard to protect against sun and rain, folded it, and placed it with tables, chairs, porcelain, aluminum pots and boilers in a mess on the small wheel where Liu Wangcai rented out supplies for weddings and weddings. After sending away the helpers, the eldest brother Zhao Jiahe went to calculate the rental fee with Liu Wangcai. The second brother Zhao Jiawang took the remaining half a box of wine and a cigarette to the canteen in the east of the village to settle the bill.

If this is true - Mark Levy, the author of "The Shadow Stealer", a contemporary romance novel that leads the reading trend in France, has continued its best-selling myth for 16 years, and the great director Spielberg spent a lot of money to purchase the film rights.

The two scars on Beijiao's body that never seemed to heal were a constant reminder of the catastrophe that happened when he was eighteen years old, causing his, Jian Ling, and Zhang Nannan's life trajectories to go in completely different directions. An anonymous email and a picture of peacock feathers made Beijiao resolutely put down his enviable job, sell the house he planned to use as a wedding room, and decide to find the people who were involved in the catastrophe nineteen years ago to start a journey of self-redemption. However, what he didn't know was that when he received the email, he had already fallen into the trap of Zhang Wuran, his biological daughter he had never met. From coming to Yangshuo West Street to meeting Li Qincao, Beijiao gradually unearthed the secrets of Li Qincao under the guidance of step by step. But knowing everything, can he really be redeemed?

There were my brothers, a group of workers from the Roots Iron Mine. I stood in front of the office building of the iron mine again to pay tribute to them and understand the life in the mine. It was almost dusk that day, the light was gray and the place was empty. Roots Iron Mine is about 110 kilometers away from Kunming and is located in Lufeng County, Yunnan. The temperature is slightly higher. The enthusiasm accumulated in the air reveals the tension of having nowhere to go. There is no wind, the surrounding fields are silent, the hot air is suspended, and time stops. Several rows of low gray buildings and old houses with red brick walls built fifty years ago lay silently in the dusk. After the sun sets in the distant mountains, the remaining light is almost gone, and the mysterious call before the turn of day and night vibrates. Two dogs, one with yellow hair and one with black hair, were sleeping under the cypress tree by the roadside. The yellow-haired dog was frightened, its ears stood up, and it stood up and ran away from the deserted path. The thin black-haired dog jumped away, rushed into the falling night, and disappeared.

Nina took Nannan back to her parents' home. At four o'clock in the afternoon, Nina's mother called and said that she wanted the whole family to have a reunion dinner together, and then went to the square to see the lanterns - the lanterns had been decorated for several days, and they were similar to previous years. There were more Fuwa and mice. Look. It's okay not to look at it. Today is the official day of the Lantern Festival, and there will definitely be a huge crowd of people in the evening. Thinking about it makes me a little tired. Nina's mother is always having a temper. She didn't say anything like this in the past few days. Now it's time for dinner. It's hard to get everyone together in such a hurry. Sure enough, Zhiyuan said that he had something to do, and Zhiyong had a dinner party. When the call came to Zhiman, Nina's mother said like a frying pan: "Forget it, forget about dinner, and meet at the entrance of the theater at 6:30 - your Teng family is full of such a dull and unhappy temper! During the Lantern Festival, take the prosperous one, and a child as big as my daughter needs to watch the lights the most!"

After the meeting, the factory director left after speaking. Factory secretary Zhao Quan quickly got up and packed away the microphones and other amplification equipment. This was a temporary meeting, held in the workshop. The so-called podium was just a table with three drawers. Niu Fen, a car maintenance worker, felt that the time had come. He grabbed the microphone from Zhao Quan and said loudly, "Masters, don't leave yet. I have something important to announce here. Ah, let me announce it... Many people stopped in their tracks and looked back to see that it was Niu Fen. They didn't know what kind of fool this troublemaker was going to make. Niu Fen was a character. He often had "situations" and stories happened from time to time. The factory director praised him just now. What's wrong with this kid?

That year, the artist Mr. Tang Zhigang discovered Chuangku, an old factory building in the Machine Tool Factory on Xiba Road in Kunming, with gray brick walls, rusty iron stairs, flower stands covered with wisteria, and old villas. Everyone who engages in art does not like this kind of place. Tang Zhigang told his colleagues about his idea, and everyone hit it off immediately. The abandoned factory buildings were all rented out and used as a creative base for painters, photographers, and poets. I told Tang Zhigang that I wanted to paint, write poems, and novels, so Tang Zhigang found me a room. It was not large, only 8 square meters, but it was enough for me. I moved in some old furniture, including the armchair my father had sat on, suitcases used by my grandmother and mother, as well as Filipino electric stoves, shotguns, old wooden cabinets, and military document packages before liberation.

Lian Changqing had just squatted down in the toilet outside the street gate when he heard the cry of the sheep, "Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah..." When the sheep brayed, his heart trembled. Through the finger-width gap in the toilet wall, I saw Yu Meixia driving a few sheep to the south. It took a lot of effort to solve it happily. Lian Changqing has never been like this before. Constipation is a disease of wealth among pampered city dwellers, and a villager with constipation will be ridiculed as pretentious. This happened because his heart trembled! Lien Changqing carried a hoe and was about to go out. Chen Aifang looked at him with surprised eyes. She held the handle of the three-carriage in her hand. He agreed to go collect small grains today. "The weather is not good today. Lian Changqing looked up at the sky. It was a little gray and overcast. "I won't go to collect the goods. I will go to Nanwa to hoe wheat."

In 2006, it was the 30th anniversary of our high school graduation. It seemed unreasonable not to have a gathering. After the efforts of Huang Yanxia, ​​Dou Juan, Hu Yuejin and Huang Jianguo, we gathered on one day in October. The party was held at a farmhouse next to the county town. The farmhouse had food, fishing, and karaoke. It was of course an ideal place for old classmates to gather. We are both approaching 50 years old. Thirty years ago, we went to the countryside as soon as we graduated from high school. Later, we found jobs or went to college. When we started working, we were faced with finding a partner, getting married, and having children. Next, we had to raise children and work for survival. A series of things were waiting for our generation to complete one by one. Some classmates have never seen each other since graduation.

Jin Xiu and Jin Yu, two sisters who are also on the starting line of good looks, their destiny seems to have forked at first through marriage, and then drifted apart over the years. What kind of fate and characters do they have? I have wanted to tell people about the story of my eldest sister Jin Xiu and my second sister Jin Yu for a long time, but I have never found a suitable opportunity. The main reason is that I have a short face and I can't open my face to talk about my sister's colorful things. I always feel that it is not benevolent enough. Now is the time. Of my two sisters, one is already lying on the bed in Beijing Union Medical College Hospital and no longer has the ability to provide gossip for the public; the other has completely evaporated from the land of the motherland. Only her overseas greetings in English and Chinese can be heard occasionally during the New Year. Two women who once lived in the spittle star have faded out of our lives. Let's start with Jin Xiu, she is the eldest in our family.

Zhuang Xiaoran left home crying. According to Zhuang Xiaoran's character, she would never allow her brother to give up easily just by slapping her twice. Why? Although you, Zhuang Xiaohu, are the only male in the banker, what have you done for the banker? She has a cowardly personality, so why can't she just follow her sisters' orders? What qualifications does such a person have to give her, Zhuang Xiaoran, the backbone of the banker, a slap in the face? Really long-lasting! At that moment, the room was extremely quiet. Zhuang Xiaoran was stunned, the anger in his heart was rising, and his eyes were red. How much grievance and anxiety did she endure to manage her father's funeral? Could it be that all she got was a slap in the face? Zhuang Xiaoran was so angry that his whole body trembled, and he raised his hands to return the two slaps to Zhuang Xiaohu severely.

Shao Li was born in November 1965 and is a member of the National Committee of the Chinese Writers Association. He is currently the vice chairman and secretary-general of the Henan Writers Association. He has written nearly two million words of novels and essays. His works have been published in large national publications such as "People's Literature", "Contemporary", and "October", and some of his works have been selected by "Selected Novels", "Novel Monthly", "Selected Chinese Literature", "Works Contest", "Xinhua Digest" and various annual anthologies. Some works have been translated and introduced to France, Japan, Greece and other countries. He has won the Biennial Award for Outstanding Novellas in "Selected Novels", the champion of the "Contemporary" Literary Rally Competition of People's Literature Publishing House, and the title of the most promising young writer in the "2003 Chinese Literary Figures" by hundreds of media across the country. The novella "Minghui's Christmas" won the 4th "Lu Xun Literature Award" of the Chinese Writers Association. The novel "My Quality of Life" was shortlisted for the 7th "Mao Dun Literary Award". No matter how clean you are when you are born into this world, you will be stained by dust; a hundred years later, no matter how dirty you are, you will be filtered clean by dust. There are many grievances in life. If you carefully consider your surroundings, which one is not filled with sadness?

Since having Xiao Dan, Su Changhe has actually gained the strange peace he always wanted. The peace that came to him unexpectedly was very much like the joy that a sinner can feel when he is converted to religion. Peace comes slowly, and it permeates every inconspicuous day. Su Changhe couldn't help but tell Sun Shulan, "Peace is such a rare thing." Sun Shulan almost cried when she heard what he said. The reason why Su Changhe cares about tranquility so much is because he was not peaceful before and was very irritable. For a while, he even thought that irritability might be part of his personality.

Recently, Tian Sicheng has been itching all over with an image. As soon as he closes his eyes, something will slip in quietly. It is a very smooth thing, so smooth that it seems to be an egg, but it seems not to be an egg. When he reaches out to touch it, he can't feel it at all. Tian Sicheng's hands were stretched out aimlessly. At that time, Tian Sicheng floated, as if he was in the clouds or in the water. In this way, Tian Sicheng seemed to be weightless and could walk and cross freely. The only thing is that Tian Sicheng's hand always stretches out like that. The smooth, soft and shiny thing seemed to be far away from Tian Sicheng, floating freely. Tian Sicheng always realized at this moment that he was dreaming again. When Tian Sicheng woke up, the sun shined through the curtains, and the light made his eyes itch.

On the twenty-second day of the twelfth lunar month, the morning before the Chinese New Year, the sky turned yellow and showed signs of snow. I was reading a house for sale advertisement on the street when my mother called me in a very low voice and asked me where I was. I told her that outside, my mother's voice returned to normal and asked me to go back because there was something to discuss. After a pause, he warned me again: "Do it by yourself, don't disturb others." I guessed that most of the things my mother wanted to discuss had something to do with money, and the others were referring to my wife Lang Xiaoxin. While sitting on the bus, I guessed that money might be needed for something, whether it was my mother's illness or something else, and I felt a little uneasy. When I got off the bus, I stepped on the heel of a woman in front of me. She turned back and rolled her eyes at me and cursed "sick." When I arrived at my parents' house, I saw my sister and Ning Ning were there.

Cao Junqing was born in 1962 and lives in Anlu City, Hubei Province. Currently working for "Yangtze River Literature and Art" magazine. He wrote poetry in his early years and published a large number of short stories and short stories. He has published novel collections such as "Rain", "Prison Break" and "24 Novels". Zhao Wenhua committed suicide in the early morning, around 5:10. He had a fresh shower, brushed his teeth, shampooed his hair, and shaved. He was wearing a large white bath towel and sitting cross-legged on the bed. He took out his knife, which had been cleaned many times. The towel opened and slid down, gathering around his waist. He held the tip of the knife in his mouth and pressed his tongue hard against the edge until blood gushed out. Zhao Wenhua's mouth was full of blood foam. He swallowed a mouthful of blood and then swallowed some more. Then, he made a vertical incision in the chest cavity, but not too deep. The skin and soft tissue open to both sides, forming a small hole. He held the handle of the knife with both hands, turned it over, and inserted the tip of the knife into the hole.

Disability, for a person, for me, is a kind of eternal pain. No matter what kind of panacea or rejuvenating miracle doctor, it can't eliminate the pain. It's just that if the pain lasts for a long time, it will become numb. And this numbness is half-dreaming, and will wake up if there is a slight wind and rain erosion. If I say that the sea is made of my tears, it cannot express my sadness. If the roar of the volcano erupts is made of my sighs, it cannot express my helplessness. The desire to walk has always been with me, my childhood, my youth, and even my whole life. It would be great if I could walk, even if I was limping. However, it is difficult for a healthy person to imagine how beautiful and beautiful these dreams are.

After several days of heavy rain, the floods surged, and overnight Lanxi City became a playground for the floods. The poor Lu family couple in Lane 18 were invited to the Palace of Hell by the floods before they even stepped out of the gate. Leaving behind a pair of children, daughter Lu Chunniang, 18 years old, and son Lu Chunshui, 11 years old. With tears in their eyes, the siblings bid farewell to the pile of rubble in their hometown and went to Fuyang to join their aunt. Unexpectedly, when I arrived in Fuyang, I found out that my aunt was in trouble when her boat capsized in the Fuchun River three years ago. The two siblings really wanted to cry without tears, and had no way to go to heaven. Some kind-hearted person said that he had seen his aunt in Yanzhou and asked them to go to Yanzhou to look for her. They also gave the siblings some money. Maybe their aunt was lucky enough to be rescued. The siblings were grateful and saw a little hope. They came to Yanzhou begging and singing. Yanzhou City is located at the intersection of Lanjiang, Fuchunjiang and Xin'anjiang estuaries, where merchants gather and traffic is busy.

Xia Xia turns 40 after another year. Xia Xia looked at the seventeen-year-old girl running on the street, looked at the eighteen-year-old boy running on the street, and watched them walking in pairs on the street. Xia Xia went back to when she was her age. Year after year, Xia Xia only sees the people around her growing, but does not feel that she is growing. She had a hallucination-like dream for herself and hid herself in that dream. Xia Xia's dream was her beautiful memory. Xia Xia's beautiful memory is when she was sixteen. At the age of sixteen, Xia Xia's mother was busy looking for her husband's family. Xia Xia's mother stood anxiously in the alley, telling everyone she met that Xia Xia was already sixteen years old and it was time for her husband to have a family. Xia Xia learned these words later. When Xia Xia's mother said these words, Xia Xia was studying in a middle school.

Qing Cai's poems contain the language of novels, and the novels are full of poetic temperament. She used Mocheng as a historical and cultural city to be declared as the background. "I" accompanied her mother to the Jinglao Villa to pick up her grandfather, and used side A to quietly narrate the progress of things; and in a lively manner, she used side B to recall the turbulent changes of the small family, but it is not limited to family stories. Young people will always leave, and old people will always disappear. Just like the changes in the city, when the laurel tree is planted in Linyin Temple, how many enlightened people will look up, but it will not be surprised from now on. Every city has its own atmosphere, and Qing Cai uses her sharpness and attention to detail to make readers feel the atmosphere of the cities and people in the novel. Qingcai has always been indifferent, hiding, and likes the silence of plants. Bloom or wither, unwilling to show it. Persistence is rare in the world, and people who don't realize it consciously have to realize it. Side A thinks that enlightenment will strip away falsehoods, no matter how desolate they are; Side B also carefully cherishes hope so that their faith can persist.

Our Liang Xiaowu from Fairy Town failed to catch the dawn train and finally sneaked into the shuttle bus and left. Before getting in the car, his eyes were melancholy, thinking that he would embark on a desperate journey to the end of the world from now on, and his heart was filled with the pride and sadness of a strong man who broke his wrist. Originally, he wanted to imitate the scene in the TV series and kowtow three times to the fairy town at the intersection, but the heavy traffic and the chaotic crowd made him give up in frustration. He was in a daze for two minutes, letting the turbulent soul in his body leave his body. After completing all the rituals at the crossroads, he hurriedly dragged his unpossessed soul and climbed into the car without having time to shed tears. There was no stretcher, so everyone carried the little eyeball to the health center by hand.

Xiaoan: Born in the 1970s, now lives in Yangquan, Shanxi Province. He started writing novels in 2002. The short story "The Coffee on the Table Is Cold" has been reprinted by "Selected Short Stories". Every employee of Dongfang Carbide Factory knows Xia Liying, she is a well-known person. Xia Liying is a meter reader in the power distribution room of the smelting workshop. Her main job is to read the electricity meter and report it every hour. You can also do some private work while the person in charge is not paying attention. The so-called private work is knitting sweaters, or taking a nap secretly to relieve fatigue. This is generally the case among female workers in the factory. The supervisor usually turns a blind eye, but when it comes to discipline and rectification, without the need for instructions from above, everyone invariably scratches and scratches like a starched shirt collar. After passing the inspection window, I returned to my original state.

The Fire Temple at the top of Canglong Ridge was once a place shrouded in mystery and daunting. An old man in Erdaohegou Village under Canglong Mountain often told people that there is a true god hidden in this fire temple. He said that every winter, he would go into the mountains to cut firewood and burn charcoal. Once when he went into the mountains, he got lost in heavy fog. He walked around in the forest carrying charcoal for a whole day, and somehow he ended up next to the Fire Temple. It was about getting dark when he suddenly saw a golden light in front of the Fire Temple. A majestic god walked out of the temple, came to the stone beast outside the temple door, and stepped on the stone beast's four hooves to make wind and patrol the mountain.

The girl's Hebrew on the phone made Wang Sheng feel dizzy. Having been in Israel for so long, he still has trouble understanding those Jews who speak Hebrew quickly, unless he knows what they are going to say in advance. It took a while before Wang Sheng remembered who the girl who called herself Iman was. Iman's voice was very sweet and she spoke very fast, which reminded him of the bitter and sweet Turkish coffee. However, he finally couldn't remember what Iman looked like. In Wang Sheng's eyes, the looks of those Jews were almost the same, and he couldn't tell the difference between the looks of Jews, Palestinians, or even all Arabs, because he really had no need to tell them clearly at a glance.

In fact, I have no idea what they are talking about. I have been sitting there for almost two hours and I don't even know what they are talking about. I pressed it lightly under the seat and the phone went off. "I'll call you later", this is the first text message Tan Yong sent me today. I sent the text message early in the morning. The biggest characteristic of him is that he doesn't like to reply to text messages or answer phone calls. His phone is like a bp machine from the last century. He always calls for a long time and then calls back again, if he is in a good mood. The prerequisite for contacting this person is that he is in a good mood. But there are too many conditions that affect his good mood. Tan Yong lives in Nanshi. He originally belongs to Nanshi. Here, you can guess that he will be like a fish in water. There is not even smog in Nanshi. Here, even if a person does not answer the phone all day long, the earth will still move.

My name is Zhou Guangming. One day in July, Gong Feinan and I attended Liu Qiang's wedding in a small western town. Logically speaking, the three of us were college classmates, and we were roommates for more than a year after graduation, so we should have a good relationship. However, we lost contact in the following years. Until I saw an inconspicuous electronic wedding invitation in my QQ mailbox, which was submerged in numerous advertising and promotional emails. I thought the sender probably didn't expect me to see this email. But I went anyway, asked for three days' leave from the company, and gave him a big red envelope with half a month's salary. At the wedding banquet, I met Gong Feinan. He was seated with me at a table with an "Other" sign, and we were surrounded by elderly people speaking in dialect and children desperately reaching for candy.

The key reminds me of an old man, an old man suffering from a stroke. The old man suffering from a stroke had a bunch of keys in his trousers, about ten of them, tied to a shiny keychain. By that time, the old man's condition had improved a bit and he was able to take a walk by the river next to the village. In my memory, it was winter in the creek. There were low willows and elm trees with all their leaves beside the river. There are paths made by people among the withered yellow grass on the shore. The old man can no longer speak, but his consciousness is still clear. He knows that walking is beneficial to the treatment of stroke and the continuation of life. Elderly people suffering from stroke understand very well the preciousness of life. Before suffering the stroke, the old man was a very respectable carpenter in our village. I was still young at that time and still living in the countryside. All I can remember now is the old man suffering from stroke walking by the river, and the bunch of keys I saw hanging on the old man's hip.

Before Su Mei left, she left a key and several cards and handed them to her mother-in-law. On Monday afternoon, she took advantage of the opportunity of picking up the children to teach Widow Tian how to memorize and use these things. Su Mei walked in front, and Widow Tian followed behind. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law went out from the gate of the community, crossed a road, and then turned a big left, which was the kindergarten. The First Kindergarten is the largest and best kindergarten in our city. Su Mei said. Widow Tian nodded to her daughter-in-law, she knew this. In the past few days, I have always heard my son and his wife talking about this matter. In order to enroll their baby in this kindergarten, they tried every means, begging for help, giving gifts, treating them to meals, and going through the back door. It sounded very complicated. Widow Tian didn't understand the rules at all. Fortunately, after the baby was put in, everyone felt at ease.

My uncle Wen Zhengshao has never stopped pursuing a better life in his life. His understanding of a better life is a bit ridiculous. He thinks that a better life means eating better, being more leisurely, and not doing or doing less heavy work. Speaking of food, there is actually nothing delicious in Ranxingba. Even if there is some good food, it won't taste good. Let's just stir-fry pork. A bowl of clean meat, dried chili cut into tubes for condiments, and nothing else. In order to put the side dishes in, it is "stuck". There is a lot of rain in spring and summer, and there are fragrant mushrooms in the woods. I know that the mushroom soup is so fragrant that it makes people drool, but I just can't bear to add more lard. When it comes to leisure, unless you have a capable and filial son who sends you money from the post office every month.

My dad originally only had one ear that didn't work, and later he became completely deaf. One morning when the sky was burning, my mother slapped me on the left and right, and my dad shook his head left and right. It would be nice if his neck was a bearing. My mother used so much force. After the first slap, my father's head would definitely spin in one direction and my mother would not be able to do it again. Dad was spanked this time just because he sang a few words when he had nothing to do. It wasn't even singing, just humming without any tune. Dad had always liked singing. His voice was quite nice, but at that time it was almost like a male voice. The problem may have been the lyrics he was humming. My dad always sang only pornographic songs where men and women were entangled. Just from that tune, I guessed the lyrics: Lang is a banana stem, sister is a banana leaf; Lang said "ba", and sister said "I wish".

You give me a chance, and I'll give you a future. On that night when the darkness was like splashing ink, and it was so heavy that it made my heart panic, Zun said this to me. He has received a full scholarship from Stanford University in the United States and will soon start studying for his master's degree in biochemistry. Zun's father is the vice dean of the School of Life Sciences at the university where we are studying. Zun had such an opportunity not only through his own efforts, but also through his father's efforts. Taking this path was not only his own desire, but also fulfilled a long-cherished wish for his father.

After my father-in-law, Mr. Yang Yazi, passed away, Rusu and I have returned to Lingdu to handle the funeral arrangements. There are two items in the father-in-law's wish list. One is to donate his property in Lingdu to his adoptive daughter Zhu Xiaozhen, and the other is to donate a sweeping robot "Xiaozhen" manufactured by Lingdian Company to Zhu Xiaozhen. And let his daughter fulfill his last wish, both of which are indispensable, otherwise, his soul in the four-dimensional space will not be at peace. The old man firmly believes that the so-called death is just going to a higher dimensional space and changing life forms. In the four-dimensional space, life can finally break away from the limitations of the physical body and reach a more free state.

My home was originally located at the northeast end of Jiangshan City. It is said that from the Tong'anmen (North Gate) into the city, all the way to Yarufang, the east side of the street, extending to the foot of the city wall, that large area of ​​​​houses once all had the surname Cai. Exactly how big it is is now unclear. But there is a legend left behind, which can give a glimpse of it. It is said that after the great ancestor Cai Fuqian returned from supervising military affairs in Xinjiang with Zuo Zongtang, he brought back many gold and silver treasures and invited two "cellar makers" who specialized in burying treasures for others to come home. After the cellar maker entered the door, he was blindfolded and led left and right, east and west, to the burial site. After burying the treasure, he was taken out again blindfolded. After that, even if the two cellar makers re-entered the house, they could not find the original location. It can be seen that the scope is large and the structure is complex, almost like a maze.

The long and short days, the exhausting busyness, the exhausting care, the internal and external troubles... The novel describes the life difficulties and emotional torture that a secretary of the Commission for Discipline Inspection endured after his wife became terminally ill. The concise writing style, compact story, and full emotion make people feel emotional and awe-inspiring when reading it. In Ma Jun's eyes, everyone in the market was against him today. Pork liver was 50 cents away from his ideal value, onions were 2 cents more expensive, and carrots were even more outrageous, costing a full dollar more than expected. He has walked three times just for these three things. However, even the most depressed vegetable stall next to the public toilet is determined to hold on to this price. Ma Jun felt like he was being driven crazy by this group of highly consistent tacit understandings.

When Xiaofa died, he was muttering the name of a flower. Lu Xiaoxi didn't know if that flower was the one she saw on the roadside. The flowers she saw on the roadside were white, blue, pink, purple, yellow, oh, it seemed green. When Lu Xiaoxi described these to her grandma, she stammered and her face turned red. A virus is circulating in the village. No one can tell what the virus is. Anyway, the virus is like a monster that only preys on children. Grandma Duo sat by the bed and touched Xiao Xi's head, but did not answer Xiao Xi's question. She looked around, searching every corner of the room inch by inch. She hoped to see the monster, but was worried about seeing it. Her heart was old, she was over fifty, and her fifty-year-old heart suddenly became afraid of monsters.

Zhai Yan, formerly known as Zhai Jinghua, is a member of the Jilin Provincial Writers Association. Her works have been published in Chinese Writers, Sunshine, Young Writers, Jinshan, Tianchi, Family, and Green Field. 1Twenty-seven-year-old Diane is gone. The way she left was a bit special and unacceptable, which caused a lot of discussion. The whole family suffered a huge shame because of her departure. The stubborn and straight waist of her always proud mother Shu Li actually bent slightly after she left, and her head also hung down. When night came, Shu Li's room was filled with cries. As she cried, she would complain and curse, what kind of evil had she done to give birth to such a terrible thing? Although Shu Li is in her early sixties, her eyebrows are still very pretty, and the way she cries still makes her look so dignified. At first glance, she looks like a well-educated woman. Everyone would think that such a woman must have had a good tutor since she was a child, and she carries that kind of temperament with every move she makes.