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By killing people, they all entered a place they did not want to enter. Shopping Jin Zhong was getting ready to go shopping when his wife came back. Are you going to take to the streets? My wife asked me if I wanted to go out on the street. Jinzhong said. It just so happens that I need to buy some things. Let me go with you. Said the wife. Jinzhong thought for a while and said, but I can only send you to the Ladd Building. My wife also thought about it and said okay, you do what you want. Anyway, I'm just shopping, so I'll have everything I need. After starting the motorcycle, my wife lifted her legs and stepped on it. Jin Zhong said, please be gentle, the car will tilt. The wife said, am I not being light? After waiting for three minutes, the motorcycle became hot. Jin Zhong turned the accelerator and the car drove away.

The writing originated in 1957. In an era when human conscience was devalued, love became more sacred. To this day, 1957 has been relegated to the past, but only love and affection are still remembered by people. With tears and regrets, they remember those unforgettable loves, and remember those loves that have long been fossilized in people's memories. Everyone who has experienced 1957 has their shattered love buried deep in their hearts. What is pitiful is that to this day, they still dare not admit that it was their most precious love. When telling their children about the past, or even in their own dreams, they dare not face the lost love. In 1957, before being sent to the farm, we were ordered to be "gathered" in a place in the city. It was said that this was the greatest warmth to us people.

After Yi Xiaoxiao learned that Dr. Mai would live with them, there was a long silence. She looked at the wall and then at the window. The bright sunlight outside the window made her cry. Yi Xiaoxiao touched the corners of her eyes with her fingers in a very theatrical manner, arched her back, and walked into her room. Shihong knew that she would be cursed by her daughter for another hour or two. She would never come back after leaving home, and she would not care about Shihong until she died. This kind of curse has been going on for many years, and Shi Hong is satisfied that the words do not involve genitalia. The child she raises is at least more civilized than her father, which is enough to win against her ex-husband. Shi Hong said nothing.

Sun Dafeng from Shuanglong Town is a beautiful woman, but she is cunning and loves to take advantage of her. When she was four or five years old, outsiders were not allowed to get the things she got. If she didn't have something that others had, she would insist on it. If she didn't give it, she would roll on the ground and make a fuss until she got it. When she was nineteen years old, she fell in love with Wu Kui, a young carpenter from Hongchang Wood Factory in the town. Wu Kui can earn 400 yuan a month, and the leftover scraps from his carpentry work can be used as firewood at home. In those days, it was an enviable job in this remote town. Therefore, Dafeng went to the woodworking workshop every now and then to find a match with Wu Kui. After going back and forth, she discovered that Wu Kui was getting along quite warmly with a girl named Xiaoying. Dafeng would not be willing to give in and decided to snatch Wu Kui away. One day, Wu Kui was resting after finishing a job. Dafeng came to him and looked at him with a smile.

As soon as I turned on the phone, I found fifteen missed calls, all from my best friend Tian Yuan. When I rushed to the door of Jiangnan Fu Hotel soaked with thunder above my head, stepping on puddles, and saw Tian Yuan holding a mirror and applying makeup and powder through the floor-to-ceiling glass, I was furious. Actor Tian Da must have encountered emotional problems again. She changes boyfriends as often as we publish newspapers. The daughter of the provincial government is willful and points people at will. I regret coming. If I come back, she will have seen me and will have to go in with a grimace. Before I could sit down, Tian Yuan spoke quickly and said, "Do you know, something happened to Liu Mingyang!" As he spoke, a pair of big eyes stared at me like searchlights. I was shocked, threw the umbrella to the table, and said angrily, something happened to him, what does it have to do with you? Waiter, please have another cup of rose tea.

The construction of Qin Jiancheng's home started at dawn. The rooster had crowed twice, but there was still darkness between heaven and earth, and the whole village was still sleeping quietly. The pheasants and other birds in the forest outside the village are like children in sleep, and from time to time they make one or two murmurs or cries that seem to be awake but not awake. It is the time of year when the days are the longest and the nights are the shortest. The quartz clock on the north wall has not yet reached three o'clock, but after two more cigarettes, it will be dawn. The lights in the main room were all on, and the light poured out from the window, reflecting a bright light in the yard. Qin Jiancheng's brother came, his nephew came, and his daughter and son-in-law also came. The young man was greedy for sleep and yawned constantly.

Zhu Jinding, the director of Lanshan Coal Mine, has always been a controversial person. Learned people commented on how easy it was for him to speak and act. Those who are not very knowledgeable say that he is unreliable and not very in tune. At the two sessions of Mengyang City in the spring of that year, a TV reporter conducted a live interview. Mine Manager Zhu, you often say that your mine's coal resources are insignificant, but experts argue that there are still 20 million tons. What is your explanation? What he said was Mengyang's Mandarin-tongued Mandarin, which was like talking about funds like paper towels: There's just no counting!

It's almost Chinese New Year. People who had gone out began to return to Dingjiazhuang one after another. At this time, walking on the road to Dingjiazhuang, anyone I met had a smile on their face. Rich or not, go home to celebrate the New Year. The Chinese New Year is always happy. This is an old tradition of Dingjiazhuang people. It has been like this since ancient times and it is still like this today. Nowadays, few people who come back to celebrate the New Year return empty-handed. Those who work outside will take their harvests home to celebrate the New Year. Some people come back to celebrate the New Year, not only bringing money, but also bringing back brand-new cars or brand-new faces. That young man from whose family brought back a pretty little daughter-in-law this time. The girl from the house at the west end of the village also brought back a chubby baby this time. In recent years, Dingjiazhuang has become lively only during the Chinese New Year. At this time, Ding Laoer's frown gradually relaxed.

Duanmuyu's life is divided into several periods. In different time periods, she has completely different identities and names, and of course, also has completely different life content. From midnight to early morning, she is called "Midnight Lilac". During this period, she lived online, where she had a husband named "Feng Chuucao Low". They had known each other for a long time and got married when they both felt they were in love. Now, their marriage has lasted for 666 days. Online marriages are generally timed by "days", and if it exceeds three digits, it is almost considered a "golden wedding." It is almost a miracle that they can maintain a virtual online marriage for such a long time, and there is no sign of breaking up so far. Netizens are very envious of them.

Chunye said, let's go work outside. I went as soon as I said I wanted to go. I was bored at home and felt like my head was getting big. I wanted to go out for a long time. This was the first summer after Chunye and I graduated from high school. We had a crush on each other but both failed. The two lonely men and women who pitied each other finally broke through his father's cage and my mother's obstacles. One dark night, when I jumped off the wall of her house, I didn't care about the fog that wet my hair and the mud on my clothes, and hugged each other tightly. That situation was a reprint of Zhang Shengyingying's private life-long decision. At that moment, the train roared loudly and sent us to the county town a hundred miles away from home. Chunye said, I have never been to the county town. This town is so nice. The buildings are so high, there are so many cars, and the people are so leisurely. Look, that woman is called Shuiling.

The days are like grass breaking through the ground, licking a little rain and jumping up, and the calendar suddenly turns to May! I didn't feel it at first, the morning breeze made me feel lazy, and the bright sun set on the lawn. After a while, the lawn looked like a warm bed. But as the days went by, heat and irritability started to rise from my forehead, armpits, and thighs, and then there was no end! When Ma Jianguo is on strike, he likes to run to the lawn, put a newspaper on it, cross his legs, light some peonies, and look around with squinted eyes, what a guy! The swaying green grass everywhere rushed towards Ma Jianguo. It felt amazing! As soon as he closed his eyes, Ma Jianguo seemed to be back in the Malong Village thousands of miles away. The green crops exuded a faint fresh air, and the bees were buzzing and dancing; Someone laughed, Jianguo, what are you dreaming about? Ma Jianguo woke up from his fantasy when he heard laughter, and the Pan Wang family stared at him with smiles.

"Unexpected Love" plants its unique vision on the familiar land, and is able to swim freely in it with diligent brushstrokes. It not only recalls rural life, but also has insights into modern life. It not only sings and praises a beautiful life, but also reflects on modern life. "Unexpected Love" is written by Wang Yunfei.

I didn't have a good life when I was twenty-two, and I probably won't have a good life all my life. I almost couldn't survive this year. At the end of December, I wrote a letter to my stepfather Yule to explain - I didn't reply to your letter some time ago because I was busy. You don't need to feel guilty, let alone write to me letter after letter. I have already forgiven you. I separated from you in May, and when I returned to Tsinghua University, I started failing classes. I have been depressed for a long time, and I still don't know what to do in the future. Some people know their ideals in life at the age of fifteen, and some people, like me, are so confused that they never even think about the purpose of this world. Do you know how I was relieved later? Let me tell you this, I don't care what university you go to, but you don't. You regard your stepson going to Tsinghua University as the highlight of your life. If I am persuaded to quit by Tsinghua University, you will be the most hurt, not me. I'm better and glad I forgive you, I still hate you and I can't forgive you.

I have had insomnia for seven years and seven months. Over the past seven years and seven months, my husband's sleep quality has gotten better and better day by day, and finally it was so good that it was outrageous. This seems very unfair. We slept on the same night and on the same bed. Why were he and I so incompatible with each other? Why should he never know what it's like to toss and turn? Even if it's just once, even if it's just ten minutes, five minutes? But in fact, I don't have any extravagant expectations at all now. It should be said that it is long gone. One winter night three years ago, while we were watching a talent show, we suddenly received the news that my mother-in-law had passed away. The brother-in-law said that my mother-in-law went to dump coal ash after dinner, but she missed her foot and fell from the persimmon tree into a dry well at the bottom of the slope. Someone threw a broken piece of glass into the well, which unfortunately punctured my mother-in-law's heart and lungs.

Suddenly I thought of Wuhan. This city seemed so far away in my mind at this time that I couldn't immediately picture the outline of the three sectors in my mind. It was too big and too noisy. The tall plane trees not only blocked the sky, but also blocked the sweat stains and hot noise all over the street. I came up with this idea on a cold winter day, and I still remember that day was the "winter solstice". It was a meal that started at noon.

One day after the May Day holiday in 2003, Wang Bai from Houerling Village was sitting on a train bound for Beijing. Wang Bai was planning to get married on May Day, and the invitations had been sent out, but due to SARS, they were not allowed to hold a banquet. Wang Bai felt very frustrated. He got married once in his life and then encountered SARS. Ever since I was a child, I have never had a typical incident happen to me. SARS, which has never happened before in the world, got mixed up with my marriage. The more I thought about it, the more useless I felt. Wang Bai, who was originally busy preparing to get married, once the wedding was cancelled, and he was free, his previous inertia still carried him forward, which made him feel very boring. If he wasn't planning to get married this year, he would go out to work. But now that he couldn't get married and had nothing to do, he felt like he was going crazy. He turned on the TV from morning to night. The TV in the mountains could only receive one station, and most of them were SARS news, which was not very interesting.

Niansheng will always remember his mother's words. When Niansheng was a child, her mother told her: "'Namo Amitabha' is a universal medicine in the world. Reciting it when you are in pain can relieve pain; reciting it when you are doing good can make people happy." In the temple in Huilongshan, Sister Zhang was Niansheng's master. Sister Zhang has a son and a daughter. She got terminal illness and beat the God of Death twenty years ago, and returned to Longshan from Zhangzha Village to become a monk. Niansheng also has a daughter, who also went up the mountain from Huangzhou City Tiyu Road after suffering from a terminal illness and undergoing surgery. The two of them were dressed in black, kneeling on the futon and doing morning exercises. The temple was filled with smoke and Buddhist songs were playing. The song was recorded, with only one line, and it was sung over and over again in the loneliness: "Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha..." Niansheng's expression was focused, and Sister Zhang knew that Niansheng was in a good mood.

Olea came among us at a time when we couldn't tell the difference between morning and evening. Because we have gone through a bumpy few days, including taking boats, trains, planes, and our confusion about the concept of jet lag, as if morning and evening are not important to us. Olea's clear voice reminded us: "Good morning, friends of Qingbaomi Tour Group." This made us suddenly wake up from the two days of stupor. In the name of the leader of the group, I shouted to the embarrassed, but actually very good, group members in front of me: "Comrades from Qingbaomi, this is our new friend, our tour guide, and our translator Villino Casile Olea. We all welcome him with a round of applause." We put down all the travel belongings in our hands and applauded devoutly.

There was a woman in the mine whose nickname was "Toole". People have forgotten her last name for a long time, and they all call her "Toule". Sometimes, when someone sees her standing there and suddenly smiles, showing a small tiger tooth on the left side, they feel very uncomfortable, and they will sigh and say, "Oh, this woman is really pitiful." Some people don't think so. What do people who don't think so think? They said, this is fine, it means that she is happy and happy in her heart. When did she start "stealing joy"? That was many years ago. One evening many years ago, it started to drizzle. It was just when the workers were returning home from work. Whenever it rained, the mines were muddy and there was no good road. In fact, there were no roads in the mines. The hillsides of the mines were covered with houses. People called those houses self-built houses.

During dinner, Wu Xiaona said, Lao Liu, look... Should we... Find a wife for Dongdong? Liu Chunyang was stunned for a moment, and the chopsticks reaching for the dish suddenly stopped. When Wu Xiaona said this, her son Dongdong was sitting on one side of the dinner table. He didn't care what they were talking about. His appetite was always amazing. Every time he ate, if no one stopped him in time, he seemed to be able to keep eating forever. Wu Xiaona said this, what could Liu Chunyang say. After all, Dongdong is also their son! When mentioning Dongdong, Liu Chunyang always felt unspeakably uncomfortable in his heart. Why is he born with a brain that doesn't work well? In recent years, they have visited almost all the famous encephalopathy hospitals in the country for his encephalopathy, but Dongdong's illness has not changed at all.

During my travels in northern Shaanxi, one of the most tortuous things was the journey to Zichang County. Thinking about it now, it still feels like watching a TV series with ups and downs. It seems that the breath in my throat can't be exhaled. It makes me extremely uncomfortable, but this discomfort is mixed with tension and pleasure. Because there was a communication error with the receptionist, the car that took me to Zichang County that morning could not come. I had to stay in Suide for another day, and the car from Yan'an City took me to Zichang the next day. Sitting on the hard bed of Suide Hotel, I suddenly had a sudden idea and decided to go to Zichang alone. This idea came to me because during those days when I was doing interviews in northern Shaanxi, I always felt that I was causing a lot of trouble to the local reception department, and I felt really bad about it. Now I finally had the chance to stop troubling others, so I immediately thought of leaving on my own.

When we met again, Ruoyin and I were surprisingly calm. One afternoon in the summer of 2013, on the ridiculously wide sidewalk in Roppongi, Tokyo, the west-westerly sunlight lay between us. At that time, she was rushing towards me and stopped at a distance from me where I usually sit in the defendant's dock and the plaintiff's dock. When she raised her hand to block the ray of sunlight, I blocked her visual channel to the ANB entrance opposite. I didn't look up at her at first. The reason why my eyes were diverted from the situation of the information in my hand at that moment was entirely because the rhythm of her trolley suitcase rubbing against the ground was accompanied all the way within my hearing range, and then stopped abruptly. Out of curiosity, I looked up and met her gaze. She has changed.

When Wu Rui and Gao Xiang both came to the United States, everything was as beautiful as they imagined. The sunny California, the clear blue sky, the fresh air, the everlasting flowers and the rich green everywhere, the vast lawns are endless green carpets. For them, who had lived in the crowded and noisy environment in the cold north for a long time, it was like a completely different world. After arriving in the United States, they With a true world of two people and a veritable honeymoon, they rented an apartment on Rose Avenue far away from the center of Los Angeles. It was an independent love nest that they did not dare to dream of in China. Without the constraints of their parents, the interference of relatives and friends, the distraction of work pressure, and the peeping of curious people, they fell into a world with only each other.

The wind picked up at dusk and the sky became gloomy. The street lamp not far away hidden in the leaves of the camphor tree turned on in advance, glowing palely. I thought I heard the cuckoo's cry. At night, the wind became stronger, and a high-pitched whistling sound came in from time to time. I was lying on the sofa, Aqun was sitting on the other sofa, and we were watching TV intently. When the wind whistle suddenly became sharp, we couldn't help but look at each other, and then continued watching TV. The windows were closed, but I still felt the cold wind coming in and blowing on my face, making it chilly. We both started when the phone rang. Aqun glanced at me and continued watching TV. I picked up the phone. Now we are all a little afraid of hearing the phone ring, always thinking that there will be some unexpected news.

If it hadn't been for the series of coincidences in one day last summer, Lani had no doubt that she would have lived with Sun Wenyuan slowly until death. Lani remembered that it was a Sunday, and Su Zhen called her early in the morning to ask how she celebrated her birthday. After failing the college entrance examination in her first year, Lanni no longer remembered her birthday. No matter how much she tried to forget in the past, she is now thirty years old. After Su Zhen went to the provincial capital, he called Lani every day to report that Zheng Lihua could do this and that. In Lanni's opinion, Zheng Lihua is no more flesh and blood than the items in the supermarket. Su Zhen scolded Lanni in a harsh voice that even when she was old and weak, she said, "Why have you become such an emotionless person, so cold-blooded even to your own son?" Lannie hung up the phone. I was so busy all day that I still had time to worry about him.

I met Liu Lihong at the Jianshe intersection. She should be going back to her parents' home, in the same direction as me. Of course, I also go back to my parents' home. I called her, and she was a little surprised, and felt unhappy after recognizing me. Before even saying a few words, she left me and left. What she said was: "I'm going to Carrefour to buy something." I stared at her hurried back in stunned silence. Going to Carrefour? To get to the nearest Carrefour, you have to take at least two bus stops from Jianshe Road! She was wearing a pair of plastic slippers and a set of pajamas that were a little gray after being washed. Going to Carrefour dressed like this? That was the last time I saw her. We had just turned thirty-three at the time. She was the top student in Zidi Primary School. She entered our class with the first place in the high school entrance examination. I was not from Zidi Elementary School, but I had only heard about her legend, so I was lucky enough to sit at the same table with her later, and I even secretly laughed about it.

The second meeting was under the bridge. Zhou Feng walked slowly down the cement steps. When I stood at the bottom of the bridge, I realized that this was not a place to meet, let alone a date. She understood why Luo Xiaoshe's voice was filled with doubt. Under the bridge. She almost blurted it out. It was many years later that she realized what complicated thoughts she had back then. The spring in the north is still bloated, and the dry riverbeds expose rough skin. The wind was blowing hard, and plastic bags and dead leaves were flying in the air. Zhou Feng looked at his watch and saw that he was half an hour ahead of schedule. Definitely a mistake. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to wait. The kite slipped into Zhou Feng's sight, shaking as if it was injured. But it didn't fall, it just struggled in the gray-blue sky. Zhou Feng felt a little cold and looked at his watch again. The watch is new and has been worn for less than a month.

What is SBS? Husband Yue Ping, a commercial undercover working for Company My wife Yingchun, a primary school ideological and moral researcher, carefully selected a pair of mentally retarded twins, Tuan Tuan and Yuanyuan, and taught them diligently, and initial results have been achieved. Fate played a joke on them at this moment... Perhaps the bizarre experience the husband experienced was SBS. Perhaps, the absurd world deep inside my wife is SBS.

Zhu Shaohai posed a problem to Team Luo. He wanted to take away his pet dog Huang Huang when he retired from the army. He said that if the team did not agree, he would stay and continue training Huang Huang. Captain Luo said in an incredible tone, Zhu Shaohai, why can't I understand your mountains and beams? Either take my dog ​​away or stay and serve. Are you sure you're not kidding me? Zhu Shaohai straightened his body and said, Captain, I am serious. Captain Luo was a little stupid. He looked at Zhu Shaohai and said, Zhu Shaohai, if you are really not joking with me, then I will answer you formally. First, you can't adopt Huanghuang. According to the service period of military dogs, Huanghuang still has two years to retire.

A few days ago, something interesting happened to the senior management of Longxiang Co., Ltd. According to current buzzwords, it is called "door". That incident later became known as the "Honey Wife Gate". The protagonists in its "door" are Longxiang's chief technology officer Cui Zhixiang and his fiancée Lu Hongxia. Speaking of Lu Hongxia, she is a great beauty. Lu Hongxia's complexion is white and rosy, filled with infinite youthful vitality. Her figure is well-proportioned, round, and well-proportioned. She looks like a girl from the south of the Yangtze River, but also has the air of a girl from the north. She perfectly combines Chinese gentleness and elegance with Western romance and unrestrainedness. She wears professional attire, but it can't hide her charming sexiness. She has the charm of a professional woman and the temptation of a sexy goddess. Men who passed by her couldn't help but turn their heads at her twice.

When I returned to the 418th Infantry Regiment from the division reporting team, I was already a third-year soldier. I recall that I was very ambitious when I was a soldier, and I had the ambition to one day become an officer and be followed by a group of soldiers. But in the past three years, I have worked hard and endured hardships, and my so-called talents have been clearly demonstrated. However, I have suffered setbacks at every turn. The pockets on the military uniform have not increased. There are many more grooves on the bumpy face, and a patch of stubble has sprouted vigorously on the chin. However, a soldier is still a soldier. The glorious dream of the past has long since turned into a wisp of smoke, drifting away in the wind. From the white military uniforms, I can see that the day of demobilization and farewell to the military is not far away.

Wang Lang wandered naked in his room of just over three square meters, unable to find anything to fetch water. The well at home was destroyed, and he had to go to the river to fetch water, but everything that could hold water was stolen. There was no water, and breakfast could not be made. This really became a difficult problem. Wang Lang came to this world when he was nineteen years old. Counting on his fingers, he had been a ghost for more than thirty years. He was a ghost. Nian was seriously injured in a big car accident and couldn't be cured. The car accident made them forty-nine people who were riding together in the underworld. After getting off the car, they came together forever. Some of them knew each other, and some of them didn't. They walked all the way, crossed bridges together, and passed customs together. Gradually, they all became familiar with each other. After living together for a long time, they became good friends.

I won like a champ at first, accumulated a lot of chips in my hand, and felt very smug and confident. I felt that my visit to Macau this time was a typical instant success. When I was winning money, there was a beautiful South American woman next to me who had been paying attention to me. She followed me when I bet. To be precise, I helped her win a lot of money. I was so proud that I completely forgot the reason why I came to Macau to gamble. It was this South American woman who made me obsessed. I stole a glance at her more than once, and her beauty gave me too much visual impact. She has the kind of yellow skin that is acceptable to Europeans, Americans and Asians. Her figure is even better than that of Europeans and Americans, with long legs and a slightly raised buttocks, like a Cuban women's volleyball player. She has thick eyebrows, big eyes, thick lips, and a smile that makes me want to give her all the money I have. Men's affairs are afraid that if women get involved, things will definitely go wrong. I feel like I drank two bottles of foreign wine and can't control myself.

The underground smuggling criminal group headed by the nickname Marijuana Face obtained an important piece of information: Zhang Wendong, a self-employed businessman, is a descendant of Zhang Shunmin, the supervisory envoy of the Song Dynasty. His home contains four huge luminous pearls and a white jade horse given by the emperor. The horse's body is engraved with the imperial inscription of Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin: Laoji Fufeng. According to the clues provided by the intelligence, Big Face sent people to buy him with large sums of money several times, but Zhang Wendong refused every time. It seems that he is not planning to sell these rare treasures. At present, the state has very strict control over various cultural relics and treasures, and it is not easy to obtain a treasure. Seeing that he couldn't eat the fat meat in his mouth, he was so greedy that his face was drooling. At this moment, another news came: Zhang Wendong was suffering from an incurable disease and would die soon. This news provided a glimmer of light to the helpless and confused face.

I have two aunts, one is the eldest aunt and the other is the old aunt. Their younger brother is named Sun Dehua. Sun Dehua is my father. Sun Dehua's father is called Sun Dabeard. He is not called Sun Dabeard because he has a big beard, but because my father is a bandit. This profession was very fashionable in the Northeast at that time, and they are collectively called "beards": Zhang Huzi is Bandit Zhang, and Cui Huzi is Bandit Cui. My father was once the leader of the beards in the Spider Mountain area, so he is called "Big Beard", commonly known as "General Laobaozi". At the age of forty-two, he washed his hands in a gold basin and went to the Sunjiawan kiln to make a special kind of porcelain. This kind of porcelain is collectively called "Hibiscus Porcelain": first, because after the kiln changes, it will produce red, white and other colors, which looks very similar to hibiscus, with a vibrant beauty; secondly, the "Hibiscus Porcelain" fired by some masters has the fragrance of lotus leaves.

Zhang Sheng originally didn't want to go. Zhao Quanbao made several phone calls in a row, saying that everyone was there and they hadn't seen each other in twenty years. Come and go. You didn't attend the previous gatherings. You were the squad leader. The talented person who was famous in the school at that time should not become a provincial capital and stop interacting with everyone. Zhao Quanbao is an enthusiastic person. He is the one who has the most contact with Zhang Sheng after graduating from college. Over the years, Zhao Quanbao told Zhang Sheng many things between classmates. For example, who remarried, who died unexpectedly, who became a director, and who settled abroad. This time, he was an enthusiastic organizer of his alma mater's anniversary event, tasked with contacting and inviting alumni. Three months ago, Zhao Quanbao started calling and informing everyone. Zhang Sheng could not imagine the scene of meeting each other. The classmates lamented the passage of time to each other, and the teachers talked about the past years, which were both beautiful and sad. Zhang Sheng felt that as an ordinary middle school teacher, he did not have much representation in participating in the anniversary celebration of his alma mater.

The man was hunched over, holding a large wooden box in his arms, swinging outside the glass door, and knocked twice. "Come in!" Xu Yawen shouted without raising her head. The computer monitor blocked half of her face; there were a pile of folders scattered on the table, a vase of blooming lilies, one surrounded by another, and a complicated glass ornament that seemed motionless and untouchable. I didn't know where to put the wooden box for a while. Xu Yawen took a handful and freed up a corner. He put it on, held it against his belly, and opened the lid. "Director Xu, the color samples are all here. Please choose." He said. Xu Yawen gave him a cold look first.

Kang Laoli is an authentic Chinese farmer. When he worked as a long-term worker for the landlord Feng Youhuai, he loved both his wife and the land. The land protects life, and women continue to plant seeds. In order to protect this foundation of life, he has worked hard for decades. But when the landowner Feng Youhuai offered him land in exchange for his wife, Kang Laoli chose land instead of his wife without hesitation. The sudden arrival of land reform brought an unexpected turn to his fate, and what brought him misfortune and harm turned out to be the land he loved all his life. How did all this happen? For most of his life, Kang Laoli couldn't help laughing when he thought of his ridiculous wedding night. He laughed out loud, even bent over and breathed out of laughter.

Ma Lu had been thinking about Liu Lian for decades. What he didn't expect was that one day Liu Lian suddenly came to him and they met suddenly. What would happen after this meeting? It was raining, and people walking were dodging in a hurry, as if they were dodging bullets. Malu woke up from his surprise and quickly gave Liu Lian a towel. He was still wondering, could the woman in front of him really be Liu Lian? After Ma Lu was laid off, he opened a small auto repair shop on Sunshine Avenue. There was no factory building, and he worked in the open air in front of the office. The vehicles he repaired were just a piece of business in passing, and he could barely support his family. Even for such a small business, it is not easy to sustain it. People from the city management department are coming, as are the tax bureau, public security and fire department, and the industrial and commercial bureau. The moment he sees those uniformed people on the road, his heart goes crazy.

The little tiger and his mother finished eating the steamed buns and left Tianjin Wei. They walked across the high overpass of the West Station, stumbling. A city slowly disappeared behind them, like a mirage, a fragile and unreal dream. Their stomachs filled with cornmeal steamed buns and rye noodles will prepare them for the coming famine. At a time when people are hungry all over the world, there are many people in Anhui countryside who eat Guanyin soil and peel off the bark of trees. Less than a month after they left, the mother, her second son, her youngest daughter and her youngest son also boarded the train returning south. Tianjin is a big city and Hangzhou is a medium-sized city. It is easier to transfer the household registration from Tianjin back to Hangzhou than from Hangzhou to Tianjin. The mother was also holding Liu Nan's daughter Xiaonan in her arms. The child left her parents before she was even one year old. The train went back from station to station, and they were thinking about their own thoughts amidst the sound of the train.

Weaving stories. This paragraph is the beginning of the novel. The story talks about a few strange people and a strange house, as well as the "border town" and Haiyu. These are quite "fringe" and unfamiliar, but they are things that may have existed in the past. The word plague used in the story has some basis in historical facts, but it is exaggerated. Ultimately, the story tries to tell something about the cruelty, sharpness, coldness, darkness and warmth of cultural collision. Even today, seventy years later, it is not common for foreigners to appear in this small town. Residents of the small town at that time often encountered a young foreign woman leading a group of female students, playing in the woods and creeks beside the city wall and on the beach outside the city, and singing hymns in the church outside the north gate of the city.

The novel focuses on describing Liu Qi's life in the northeastern border. Through complex contradictions and entanglements, the author depicts the images of many ordinary characters, such as labor and love, frustration and pursuit, pain and joy, personal and social conflicts, which are complex and intertwined, profoundly showing the arduous and tortuous path that ordinary people have traveled in the course of the times. In particular, the protagonist's spirit of hard work in facing difficulties is still inspiring to today's young people and college students.

The novel focuses on the story of the struggle of two generations of the Liu family in the wave of reform after the reform and opening up. No matter how society changes and transforms, they can always face the challenges and difficulties they face with a generous mind and a peaceful mind. The novel cleverly connects characters from all eras by telling the trivial or thrilling stories that happened to them and their surroundings. The content is profound, the stories are vivid, and the characters are distinctive.

This is a campus novel that reflects the youthful life of those born in the 1970s. Through the college life of the protagonist Zhao Xiaoshi and his friends, it reflects the growth and emotions, confusion and understanding of a specific generation in the period of social transformation, showing readers a clear and hazy picture of youth. The author of this book graduated from the Acheng Branch of Harbin Normal University, majoring in Chinese language and literature education. I like reading and watching movies to experience other people's lives; I like writing and traveling to taste my own life.

It was dusk on the day of the accident. That day, the sun smelled of wine and garlic, accompanied by the cool breeze by the lake. When I wasn't paying attention, it fell into the locust forest below the lake embankment. The sun fell into the woods, frightening a group of birds away. They left countless dark green arcs in the woods filled with the fragrance of wild flowers. I was driving a four-wheel agricultural vehicle and had just returned from selling garlic in the city. The price of garlic this year is terrible. A cart of garlic only cost 80 yuan. I came out at around five in the morning and found a buyer at around four in the afternoon. The cheaper the garlic, the more afraid the owner of the cold storage was to accept it. After some hard talk, he finally sold it. The garlic from several acres of land has not been sold for enough fertilizer money. My mood was heavy along the way and my stomach was growling. At noon, I was not willing to eat enough in the city. I only ate a bowl of steamed buns in mutton soup, which was only half full.

The book "Love Stories from the Hair Salon" contains 14 short stories: "The Little Bride", "Anecdotes about the Baltic Sea", "The Low Place in the Clouds", "Corner", "Aristocratic Family", "Traveling by Bus", "Love Stories from the Hair Salon", "Sister Walk", "Sheep", "Ping Pong Room", "Head of the Family", "Daoxiang House", "Train 51/52", "Linhuaiguan", etc.

She is a woman who comes with the aroma of wine, and her mysterious identity leads to many strange cases. He is a wine shop master who does not do his job properly. He spends his whole life looking for wine just to get drunk. Bizarre encounters and deep emotions are intertwined in the aroma of fate. Later, he realized that the so-called drunkenness and dreams were not the aroma in the wine pot, but the woman who made the wine. There is a pot of brewing in the jacquard room, and I hope to have a blind date while drinking wine.

Things are really a bit mysterious. When I woke up in the afternoon, my grandfather said that he had a dream. He dreamed that the handle fell into the Pearl River and could not climb ashore. He had to save it. Before he finished speaking, Grandpa tilted his head and fell asleep. Wuyuan is so far away from Guangzhou, thousands of miles away, and it is unrealistic to send someone to report the death, so I spent a silver dollar to ask the sailors who trafficked wood to deliver the message. Who would have thought that Shuike would be unhappy and said such a thing, am I still a human being when I receive money? Do as you are told, no money will be collected.

When he received the call, Chen Jiabin was stunned. He never thought that he would hear his mother's cry. Her mother cried on the other end of the phone and said, Jiabin, Mom doesn't want to live, I really don't want to live... Chen Jiabin said upset, Mom, don't cry, tell me, what happened? Your dad left me and went with that vixen! I can't find him! Where is this killer hiding? Mom cried sadly, Jiabin, come home and have a look! Come back soon. Mom said Chen Jiabin didn't say yes or no. He slowly hung up the phone, his mind went blank. He didn't know what to do next. The phone made a clear and sweet ringtone again. He knew whose call it was, but he didn't want to answer it at all. He just let the ringtone fly melodiously in the air.

"We are the wives of veterinarian Rob!" I looked at the two women in front of me, two women who had given birth to children for veterinarian Rob, and my closed memories began to wake up. Counting down from now, it will be about sixteen years. "The days are as light as the wind!" I couldn't help but sigh. Veterinarian Rob, his two women, and the distant county town have all been forgotten by me. These two women, who have reached the end of middle age, made many images flash in my mind. Looking out from the edge of the ice-covered windowpane, snowflakes were still flying, and the sky and earth were gray. The county party committee compound and dormitories are covered with thick white clothes.