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On the second day of the Beginning of Winter in the twenty-four solar terms, there was still frost falling on the canal bay. The frost covered the canal bay in white, and the branches grew old overnight. But the cold only lasted for a while, and then it was driven away by the bright white sun. The frost and snow that had just condensed on the thatch disappeared in the blink of an eye. The thatch was still fluffy, still mixed with orange and earthy colors. There are also clusters of purple willows, which look fake no matter how you look at them on that frosty morning.

This novel tells the story of a writer who has lived in a busy city for a long time. When I came to the small town in the south of the Yangtze River with beautiful scenery and beautiful scenery, I inadvertently developed complex emotions with several women. It is full of purity, beauty and confusion and melancholy. This talented and affectionate literati had a very good impression when faced with the simplicity, purity and kindness of the country girl Lian'er; he also had a very complex emotional conflict when faced with the tackiness of his girlfriend, the decadence of the city, and the twilight of life. However, in the dreamlike, poetic and picturesque spiritual enjoyment, he could not escape the restrictions and constraints of real life. He could not help but ask himself repeatedly: "What should I do? What should I do?"

Qiu Guanglang and Zuo Yuli rented a house together, moved out of the dormitory room in the company's building, and moved in. Not only did the expected disturbance disappear, but everything seemed to go smoothly. Qiu Guanglang, male, 35 years old, originally from Shandong, graduated from a prestigious university in Beijing with an electronics major, and is responsible for the quality acceptance of the company's products sold. The family in the north has a wife and a son. The wife is on a long vacation due to a loss at work, and the son is seven years old. Zuo Yuli, female, is 26 years old and unmarried. He grew up by the West Lake in Hangzhou. After studying at university in Shanghai, he was responsible for collecting technical information and translating into English for the company. My father is a professor at the university, teaching ancient Chinese literature. It is said that he comes from a family of poets and scholars. My fiancé is currently studying for a PhD in the United States.

In a few dozen days, it will be Mr. Wang's 100th birthday. But I still don't want to believe that my dear Mr. Wang has left us when he was 91 years old. Over the years, the old man's kind smile has always appeared in front of my eyes, and his sweet talk has always echoed in my ears... I have always thought, and still think to this day, that an old man like Mr. Wang who loves life and all our younger generations will never abandon us and sleep forever! I know that in his heart, no matter how hard life is, the world will always be a beautiful bride, and his poems and his life will always be young because of this, always as bright and gorgeous as the morning glow... Maybe he just quietly closed his eyes for a moment, and then he would say softly: "World, my bride, is that you?... Please give me a second and let me imagine it again."

The protagonist Feng Le, as an intellectual who has not completely lost his spirit of introspection, is always unable to escape from mental confusion and crisis under the temptation of desire. On the one hand, he obeyed the call of desire and repeatedly betrayed his feelings; on the other hand, he fell into moral law and was filled with guilt and self-blame. The novel is cleverly conceived, written with sophisticated writing skills, and has far-reaching intentions. It reveals the gray physical and mental state of contemporary intellectuals and the symmetrical world state in a profound way, and invites people to self-examine. Chen Shixu, a member of the Chinese Writers Association. I have been writing since the 1980s. Now lives in Guangzhou.

Fengming's real name is Jing Fengming. Now lives in Changchun. Member of China Writers Association. Student of the 8th Advanced Seminar for Young and Middle-aged Writers of Lu Xun Institute of Literature. Started writing at the beginning of this century. He has published works in publications such as People's Literature, Chinese Writers, Youth Literature, Beijing Literature, Wilderness, Yalu River, Feitian, and Spring Breeze, and some of his works have been reprinted. In 2004, he won the first Changchun Literature Award. The newly designed toilet has a Japanese character at the bottom. The front half is separated from the back half. Such a structure needs to be paid attention to when using it, otherwise there is no need to separate it and it will directly become the word "mouth" or the word "O". Use an inch pipe to guide the front half to the outside. Use a plastic bunker, an old tube, or a broken pot that doesn't leak to connect it. The process of connecting can be called concentration or gathering. For concentrated or aggregated substances, it is best to water wheat seedlings or green onion seedlings.

If there were no future events, that afternoon fifteen years ago would actually have been an extremely mediocre time. Of course, the reason why I dare not talk about that afternoon until today is because I had too many things that I couldn't believe before. Even to this day, I often harbor fantasies and hope that everything is false. However, the facts are so clear that even Bergman and Lorraine cannot imagine another possibility. I swallowed that afternoon like a tooth that someone else had discarded. I didn't want it to linger in my stomach for fifteen years. 1 Lin Xiaomai was woken up by a text message on his cell phone. The text message was from Lin Dong. He said, "You have forgotten everything." Her heart moved, just like the wind blowing. Those six words suddenly became the petals of late spring, struggling and falling.

Guilin's landscapes are the best in the world, and the mountains and rivers in the world raise the most beautiful women in the world. The beauty is called Lu Yao. My girlfriend may be as the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. In short, I think Lu Yao is a beauty. But recently, I feel that this beautiful woman is very annoying. Nothing is wrong with her. It always keeps nagging in my ears that for men, pursuing and hitting women is like a sugar-coated pill when you have a headache. As you lick it, the bitter taste will come out, and you will start to feel annoyed. But there is no doubt that this bitter medicine for women is indeed a good medicine.

I said, "I just want to get out of here. Only in this way can I achieve my goal." "So you know your goal?" He asked. --Kafka, Spring 1922. Last night was the last farewell party. On the way back, I took a taxi. Outside the window, the night was bleak, and the whole city looked like the graffiti of a child learning to draw. I got off the car at the intersection of Yunhe Road and Binwen Road, but left my bag in the car. The car disappeared into the night in an instant. At that moment, the clock on the west wall of the courthouse behind me read ten minutes past eleven. The lights of the city are still rising and falling, but there is no temperature. In my drunken eyes, they are like the blood on a cold sword. Of course I should go look for it right away, but it's a pity that I can't do it. After all, there is still tomorrow. At five o'clock this morning, I was supposed to get on the train and go to a distant place, an unknown distant place.

At dusk, the wind picked up. Mong Kok is still very lively, with red and green neon signs flashing, and crowds of people like ants crowding under the lights. It truly deserves the word "prosperity". From time to time, the wind carried English, Cantonese, Filipino or other languages ​​​​that I could not understand, indicating the extraordinary identity of this international metropolis. Of course, there are also mainlanders like us who speak Mandarin, and there are many of them. Xinci said that as more and more people from mainland China come to Hong Kong for tourism and consumption, business employees have to learn to speak Mandarin. However, being able to speak only Mandarin is equivalent to being half-dumb in Hong Kong. Buying things and asking for directions is very laborious, and you often have to resort to gestures or English. Fortunately, Xinci was by my side as a translator, which saved me a lot of trouble.

The ground shook, the house shook, the TV went off with a bang, and the sockets on the wall began to crackle and emit sparks. Xia Yubing's first reaction was: There was an earthquake! He jumped up from the sofa, rushed out the door, and rushed down the stairs. Just as he stood still, the surrounding buildings began to collapse. A moment later, Xia Yubing found herself wearing a tank top and shorts, standing next to a blooming peach tree amidst the dust and mourning everywhere. The trees were full of peach blossoms, which were in full bloom unmoved. Not a single flower or petal withered and fell amid the tremors of the earth. "Do you think this dream is a bit weird?" Xia Yubing asked Wang Cheng. He didn't say how the dream ended. Next he saw someone standing under the peach tree, a woman he knew but was not very familiar with, Lin Xiaohui.

The first time I saw Deep Blue was in September. The first Wednesday afternoon in September to be exact. We have just returned to school after a long summer and started the last year of graduate school study and life. But that's not where the story begins. As you know, a story is a story because of its intricate connections with other stories. In this sense, all stories have no beginning. Because no one can figure out the origin story associated with it. Therefore, what I tell here is just some fragmentary and fragmented parts of the story. And that is indeed the case.

From Mr. Chen Guo to Mrs. Xi and then to Queen Chu Wen, the most charming woman in history, the most controversial lady of the Spring and Autumn Period, the woman who established the strength of Chu State for hegemony, Liu An, whose real name is Wang Xiangqin, is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a student of the 11th Advanced Research Class of Lu Xun Institute of Literature, a director of the Henan Writers Association, a contracted writer of the Henan Academy of Literature, and the chairman of the Zhoukou Writers Association. Published novel collections "Red Moon", "Eight Faces", "Burning Wooden Man", "Solar Eclipse", and novels "Floating Life" and "My Godmother Liu Commander". "The Burning Wood Man" won the Henan Province Literary and Art Achievement Award, and "My Godmother Liu Commander" won the Henan Province "Five One Project Award", the Henan Province Excellent Book Award, and the Henan Province Wending Zhongyuan Novel Project Outstanding Work Award. "Floating Life" won the 2013 Chinese Writers Association's key support work and the Du Fu Literature Award. The novel "The Young Master's Peach Blossom" won the key project of "Central Plains Humanistic Spirit Series Project - Literary and Art Quality Project".

Xiao Yan looked at him lovingly with only one pair of eyes. Those big, beautiful eyes were a little distracted, and the bag in her hand fell to the ground. This cheongsam was sent to Xiao Yan a year ago. Instead of making it a black mourning dress, he used snow-white silk satin with black edges and embroidered Tang grass on the hem. Master Xiao just wanted to embrace this cheongsam that could transcend all time and space barriers. He opened his arms and felt a heat on his shoulders. She began to sob, and Master Xiao gently stroked her back with his right hand. The two of them just stood there hugging each other for a long time. He gently picked her up and went up to the attic where cheongsams were hung on all four walls.

There is a mute family in the village. They live in a thatched hut. The man is called Jin Gui, and the woman is called mute if they don't call her by her name. They gave birth to five children, two of whom died within three days of birth. Jin Gui took the children to the gorge of Qili Mountain in the west of the village. There is a place called Eagle Beak Cliff. There is a cave under the eagle beak-shaped cliff. Even the boldest children in the village dare not go there. It is said that all the dead children are thrown there. Another one died before the moon was full, and this one was also thrown into the cave under Yingzui Cliff. There was also a girl, this one was registered, and her name was Jin Fuli. This girl named Jin Fuli did not live to be one and a half years old, she got a sudden illness and died. This time Jin Gui did not throw the dead child to Yingzuo Cliff.

I heard that some tomatoes sold in the market are red and big, and they are sprayed with chemicals, so they are not green food. I don't believe it. I happened to have an open space in my yard, and I wanted to grow my own green food tomatoes. Lao Bi, a senior engineer at the Municipal Academy of Agricultural Sciences, was my high school classmate, so I called him and told him. A few days later, Lao Bi came with a smile on his face, carrying a cardboard box, and opened it to see that it was a box of tomato seedlings. Lao Bi said: "This is a newly cultivated variety, and it is the best variety." After the seedlings were planted, they grew well. When it's time to bear fruit, every tree has tomatoes. But later I discovered that those tomatoes grew too slowly. A week has passed and not much has changed. Two weeks have passed, and it still hasn't grown much. The color is only green with a hint of pink, not too red to look good.

Midsummer is here in a hurry. It's mid-June and it's not hot yet. At just seven o'clock, the weather is extremely hot, just like every morning in a hurry for the vendors at the Rouge Road market. To earn a living in the market, who doesn't get up early? Driving an electric three-wheeled truck with a speed of no more than 40 yards per hour, I would go to Baishazhou Farmers Market at one or two o'clock at night to buy goods. I would pass by Wuchang Railway Station and Baishazhou Bridge, a round trip of dozens of miles, and return to the vegetable market to unpack, sort, wash and pick, and put them on the stage for stacking. It was five o'clock when everything was ready. Guarding the market and doing business. Regardless of whether you are eating cooked breakfast, fresh fish, grains, oils, condiments, or local products, your morning does not start at two or three o'clock. At seven or eight o'clock, ordinary people's morning has just begun, and people in the market have already spent half the day, busy, excited, tired, day after day. It was at this time that Sister Hao entered the market.

Wang Shou was born in Wenzhou City, Zhejiang Province. Literary Creation Level 1. He began to publish novels in 1981, and his works have been published in Harvest, People's Literature, Contemporary, and October. They include short and medium-length story collections such as "Gunpowder Gun", "The Sphinx" and "Koina Alone", and the novels "No One Wants to Go Around", "Growing in Confusion", "A History of the Mind", etc. The novels "Weakness", "Short Messages in the Year of the Animal" and "Song of Your Own Car" were included in the "Chinese Novel Ranking List" of the Chinese Novel Society in 2006, 2007 and 2009 respectively. Early this morning, I heard a phone call. I generally hear very few calls in the morning, and even less on days off.

"Black and White" (White Chapter) is a Go novel with high intentions. The author, Mr. Chu Fujin, fully mobilized his profound insights into Go and culture, truly being both inside and outside of it. He wrote about the vastness and profoundness of Chinese chess culture, as well as the heaven and earth, depicting the spiritual history of four generations of chess kings. It is also a realistic history of Go over the past sixty years in New China. By reading his book, readers will gain not only knowledge about chess players, but also a grasp of Go from a cultural, philosophical and ethical perspective. However, what is extremely commendable is that he does not preach at all. The style of the novel is elegant and upright, but there is no trace of enlightenment at all. He does not convey his ideological tendency through the mouth of the characters. Instead, he naturally reveals his tendency with the unique taste of "virtual and virtual reality" of authentic Chinese novels, silently reflecting on the fate of Go. Compared with many novels that are dry inside but have "lively" narratives, "Black and White" (White Chapter) is cold and outside but not isolated from the world. The words are round and smooth, like the source of a clear stream, not flashy, not greasy, clear and light, and both It has the spirit of Taoism and the charm of Buddhism, giving people a completely different reading enjoyment. It is comfortable and refreshing. It is a literary work infiltrated in the local spiritual soil. It has charm, style, and profound connotation. According to Mr. Chu Fujin, Go is a novelist, and a chess player is a novelist; and the readers of "Black and White" are either literary lovers who love Go, or Go lovers who have a high cultural interest, or who love literature and admire Go and want to appreciate the charm of chess in novels. Those who understand Go view chess, and those who do not understand chess view life. In the ups and downs of Go's fate, we will get a glimpse of wisdom and spirituality, explore the gains and losses of life, and see the past and the future.

Before the court session, the mute woman standing in the corner saw them gathering around the square table in the center of the hall. The seven-year-old boy Doudou was hugged by his aunt Xiaohe, and he frowned. It was as if a heavy stone was weighing on his heart that he had never experienced before. He didn't know how he would face these relatives who were the accuser and defendant after today. He was looking at his relatives one by one, as if begging and retaining something. Directly opposite him was a tired-looking father. To his right were blind Zhou Abing and his sister Zhou Ying, and to his left was a stranger. There was still some time before the court session started, and the mute girl saw Doudou touching the corners of her eyes, and then shook Xiao He's arm and said, "Aunt Xiao He, can you play 'Truth or Dare' with me with your father, uncle, and aunt? We haven't played it for a long time."

On the day Yanzi met the master, a light rain was falling on Shizi Street. At this time, the master walked towards the Shikumen of his house. The master was wearing a snow-white silk gown, holding a red tung oil paper umbrella in one hand, and holding a white cat in the other hand. It is said that the kitten was used for his sketches. The master is not only good at landscapes, but also draws people with amazing figures. The ancient ladies he painted were holding a very lifelike kitten in their hands. The cat looked real except that it didn't meow.

Wu Xia walked swaggeringly back and forth on the pier for two or three times, and Wen Lianqi bumped into her eyes. To be more precise, she didn't discover Wen Lianqi, it was Wen Lianqi who ran into her sight automatically. Wen Lianqi got out of an unknown fishing boat, as if he was afraid that Wu Xia would escape. As soon as he saw her shadow, he pulled away and chased after her while shouting loudly to tell Wu Xia to stop. Wu Xia felt funny. Wu Xia was also used to doing this kind of business, so when she met a man, she thought he was a customer. She thought Wen Lianqi was a boatman and was a rookie in this area.

Shen Ping is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, a first-class writer, president of the Guangdong Provincial Short Stories Association, special editor of "Selected Novels·Small Novels", a contracted writer with the Guangdong Academy of Literature, and a director of the Guangdong Provincial Writers Association. I, Da Feng, Ru Dan, the driver, and the four of us from the "Social Observation" program team drove deep into the vast sea of ​​people in the city to find a "contemporary Liu Xiahui." That person's "deeds" are said to be more advanced than Liu Xiahui's in history. Liu Xiahui is "not disturbed when she is sitting in her arms", but she is not disturbed in bed for half a month. Moreover, it is said that the woman is also very beautiful. The boss gave us a fatal order to find this person within three days, film all the materials about him, and produce several explosive programs to increase the ratings.

Li Yunpiao's mother-in-law, Li Yunpiao, died of puerperal fever. The infant Li Yunpiao was so hungry that she howled with hunger. The cry made many women in the village feel sympathy. One held her and gave her a sip, while the other took a sip of milk. Therefore, when Li Yunpiao grew up, he was not only clever and handy, but also as beautiful as a flower. They all said that he had eaten the milk of hundreds of families and absorbed the spiritual energy of many women. For this reason, many women predicted: "This naughty girl will be great in the future." Li Yunpiao became pregnant out of wedlock, breaking the record of Tianhe Village. The following days were full of ups and downs, twists and turns, just like a play, with great joys and sorrows, and naturally she couldn't help it.

A voice asked and answered itself in the heart. "Rouba, why don't you die?" "I don't know. I want to live." "Are you tired of living?" "I'm tired, but I want to live." "Why?" "Because..." Rouba saw snow-white and fragrant flowers blooming all over the world, like the woman's pretty face, like her charming body. She has been in full bloom, facing the world, so passionately and tirelessly. Although they have nothing to do with him, they are always there. When he went home that night, Rouba kept talking to himself, and then looked at the shining glass threads on the roof. His life slowly turned into a spider web and stretched out. He heard the chirping of birds, the crawling of snakes, the sound of white crane feathers falling to the ground, and he understood the world.

The blue stone that people sat on was called the Queen's Stone, and the story attached to the Queen's Stone became real. It is said that a long time ago, one of the emperor's beloved concubines passed by the ancient post road. I don't know whether the empress came from the north or returned from the south. Anyway, she sat on this blue stone. It is said that she sat on this blue stone, facing the water pool below. The water pool was as clear as a mirror, reflecting her face that was shy of the flowers and the moon. The stream also laughed for it, and the birds sang for it. So this blue stone was called Niangniang Stone, and the mountain stream below was also called Qingxi.

Much of the time later, I could always see a scene in Murur Village Primary School. Waiting for Huahua to sit in the classroom, and Teacher Aimo standing on the podium to give a lecture. It's a game, but they do it very seriously. One day, Teacher Aimo suddenly received a letter from his mother Xiaoqi and Sun Fei. The letter said that because they did not have a household registration, they had to pay a tuition fee to go to school, and the tuition fee was very high. Their parents could not afford it, so they were sent to a school for deaf-mute children. They feel that going to school there is not interesting at all. They want to come back, and go back to Teacher Aimo's school.

In the afternoon, the children left. After dinner, Qingcaozi sat in the wheelchair and held her child, while Shanhuaer was busy in the fields, planting vegetables and crops. Also feed the chickens and pigs. Relatives and people from the village often come to help with some work, and also do household chores in the yard. After this misfortune, she received more care from her relatives and villagers. In such warmth, Qingcaozi felt that she had found the happiness she once had. In this happiness, Qing Caozi and Shan Hua'er have the same desire in their hearts, longing for a miracle to happen. One day, they can stand up, just like they did when they fell in love, like the peaceful and happy life after marriage.

Zhou Daxin, winner of the Mao Dun Literature Prize, suffered from the loss of his only child. A book of thoughts from a father. Face death with weeping sincerity and courage, and reflect on life from the breadth and height of philosophy. Dedicated to all the parents in the world who have lost their children due to illness and accidental disasters.

"Contemporary Chinese Novel: Painting Introduction" interprets that all the joys and sorrows in life, love and love, life and death, are all pinned on a piece of plain brush and a piece of light jade. The joys and sorrows of people's separation and reunion are just a drop of tears in a small pond rolled over by the wheel of history. What witnesses the emotions is only a painting passing through the air under the brush.

"Red Lips" is published by Shanghai Literature and Art Publishing House. Wang Xiaoying was born in 1947. After graduating from high school in 1968, he went to Huangshan Tea Forest Farm to work as a farmer. In 1977, he was admitted to the Chinese Department of East China Normal University. He once served as the editor of "Sprouting" and later engaged in full-time creation at the Shanghai Writers Association. He is the author of the novels "Masked Song", "Long Street Walk", "Who Do You Defend", "I Defend You", "Pictures", "We Once Loved Each Other", "Queen Lu·Palace Doll", "Ask a Girl What to Think", etc., Short story collections "A Journey to the Dust", "Lovebirds", "Accidental Death", "Deep Front Alley, Deep Back Alley", and essay collections "Women's Thoughts", "Ordinary Sui Huai", "Pity Countless Mountains", etc. She has won the National "Five Ones" Project Award (2009), the 4th People's Literature Award (2001), the 1st Chinese Contemporary Women's Literary Creation Award (1998), the 4th Second Prize for Outstanding Novellas (1998), the 4th Shanghai Culture and Art Award for Outstanding Achievements (1989), the Shanghai 40th Anniversary Outstanding Work Award (1989), and the 4th National Outstanding Novella Award (1986).

Wang Xiaoying was born in 1947. After graduating from high school in 1968, he went to Huangshan Tea Forest Farm to work as a farmer. In 1977, he was admitted to the Chinese Department of East China Normal University. He once served as the editor of "Sprouting" and later engaged in full-time creation at the Shanghai Writers Association. He is the author of the novels "Masked Song", "Long Street Walk", "Who Do You Defend", "I Defend You", "Pictures", "We Once Loved Each Other", "Queen Lu·Palace Doll", "Ask a Girl What to Think", etc., Short story collections "A Journey to the Dust", "Lovebirds", "Accidental Death", "Deep Front Alley, Deep Back Alley", and essay collections "Women's Thoughts", "Ordinary Sui Huai", "Pity Countless Mountains", etc. She has won the National "Five Ones" Project Award (2009), the 4th People's Literature Award (2001), the 1st Chinese Contemporary Women's Literary Creation Award (1998), the 4th Second Prize for Outstanding Novellas (1998), the 4th Shanghai Culture and Art Award for Outstanding Achievements (1989), the Shanghai 40th Anniversary Outstanding Work Award (1989), and the 4th National Outstanding Novella Award (1986).

Chu Fujin, a native of Yixing, Jiangsu, was born in Shanghai. He once served as a novel editor in the editorial department of "Yuhua". Graduated from the Lu Xun Literary College of the Chinese Writers Association and the Chinese Department of Nanjing University. He is currently a professional writer of the Jiangsu Writers Association and vice chairman of the Jiangsu Writers Association. First-class writer. He enjoys special allowances from the State Council and was awarded the title of "Young and Middle-aged Experts with Outstanding Contributions in Jiangsu Province". He has published and published twelve novels including "Black and White" and "The Gate of the Heart", more than 50 novellas such as "Naked Wilderness" and "The Degree of Man", and more than 100 short stories such as "Color·Moss·Sorrow" and "Sewing". Two collections of essays, including "A Rest in the Zen Garden". He has written many articles on literary theory. Many works have been translated into English and French. He won the 1992 Zhuang Chongwen Literary Award of the Chinese Writers Association, the Jiangsu Provincial Government Literary and Art Award, the Purple Mountain Literary Award, the "Beijing Literature" Award, the "Shanghai Literature" Award, the "Zhongshan" Literary Award, the "Tianjin Literature" Award, the "Furong" Literary Award, the New World Literature Award, and the Budding Literature Award.

"Marrying into a Rich Family" is one of the "Novel Series of Contemporary Chinese Famous Writers". Fan Xiaoqing's "Marrying into a Rich Family" describes the various trivial life conflicts between a common woman and her "rich" husband's family, embodying the flavor of life in daily trivial matters. This book also includes nine novellas, including "What Summer at the Seaside", "Where Are You Going to Drive", "The Secret Channel", "We Are All in the Service Area", and "Born at Dusk or Morning". Fan Xiaoqing, a native of Suzhou, Jiangsu, is a famous contemporary writer. He is currently a member of the National Committee of the Chinese Writers Association, chairman and party secretary of the Jiangsu Provincial Writers Association. He is the author of novels such as "City Expression", "Lesbian", "Barefoot Doctor Wan Quanhe", short and medium-length novels "Ruiyun", "Our Fighting Life Is Like a Psalm", "Father Still Still on Yuyin Street", "A Brief History of Urban and Rural Affairs", "Who Can Tell the Truth", etc., And TV series "The Fei Family Has a Daughter" and "Cadre", etc. Many works have been translated into English, French, Japanese, Korean and other languages ​​and published. The short story "A Brief History of Urban and Rural Areas" won the 4th Lu Xun Literature Award and the National Outstanding Short Story Award, and "Who Can Tell the Truth" won the 4th "Beijing Literature" Award. The novella "Father is Still Still on Yuyin Street" won the 13th "Novel Monthly" Hundred Flowers Award.

My father came back from get off work that afternoon on the semi-old Baishan bicycle from his work. The setting sun spread over the wooden stacks behind my house, shining right behind my father from a distance. My father looked like he was wearing a great cloak of rays of rays of light. At this time, there were many neighbor girls playing in the street, playing a lattice game. The ringing of their father's bicycle stopped their game. They stepped aside one after another, and then watched in surprise as their father pushed the bicycle over. Among them was Xiao Wu from the linoleum paper house. Xiao Wu from the linoleum paper house was already dancing until his face was red and he was sweating. After her father walked over with the cart, she wiped the sweat from her face with her coat sleeve. This small movement was also seen by me standing behind the pile of zongzi.

"Let him bathe in the drops of water from the river Lethe..." - Goethe. Now, I sit quietly in the afternoon sunshine, and the saxophone song "Going Home" by American Kenicki comes from the open window behind me. This melody is so touching and shocking that I have listened to it over and over again, but every time I listen to it, I can feel the power of the melody, which almost tears me to pieces! That melody seems to be telling my experience and telling you - Anna! It allowed me to see again and again the large swaths of sunshine in my hometown that generously sprinkled the earth, the clear streams and simple villages in my hometown. You were running on the green grass, full of youth, light and elegant; your figure reminded me of the beautiful swans dancing in the golden pond; you finally saw me, your eyes were so deep and affectionate; you were waving to me, and what you wanted to say was that you were going home...

Daughter's marriage is always a headache for parents, and this is no exception in Japan. This happy old couple was worried about their daughter, but the result was counterproductive... An elderly couple was walking along a forest path in Setagaya District, Tokyo. Their steps were faster than what people usually call walking, and sometimes the men even did a few simple movements to relax. That day was Sunday, a day that only belonged to the couple. Except for this day, every time when her husband opened the door and said "I'm back" in a voice slightly hoarse from alcohol, his wife Shunzi was already dozing. Excursions every week kept them feeling fresh about each other. They have been attached to each other for decades.

"What's your relationship with Chen Baibai?" Zheng Qiang scratched his head. This question, which was actually not difficult, was difficult for him to answer. When I went to the police station to check my household registration, the police said that only immediate family members could apply, and they had to bring relevant certificates. It is the kind of proof that proves "you are his son" and "he is your father". Zheng Qiang is not Chen Baibai's direct child, nor is he even a relative. The police were very alert, "If you are not related or related, why are you checking someone's household registration?" Zheng Qiang said, "For 600,000! No more, no less, a full 600,000." "Chen Baibai owes you 600,000?" "No, he doesn't owe me money, and I don't owe him money, but for 600,000, I have to find him and ask him to move his household registration."

An isolated island full of hidden pain, in an era when women were abducted and trafficked, became an unguarded prison cell. A kidnapped woman who never gave up the idea of ​​freedom finally successfully "escaped" after going through hardships. However, when she waded through the cold and dark lake, what was waiting for her ahead was... She was lying on the white sheets, with yellow skin and thin skin, and the long hair that I envied was as messy as withered grass. I'm a little surprised that the life that nourishes them has been soaked in disease for the past two years, but they are still so lush. They were pressed beneath her small, round head and tangled at her shoulders. Her long hair reaches her waist. This is my most profound impression of her.

After three marriages, she has already calmed down and no longer struggles. However, her destined lover appears. When the sunshine really shines on her until more than twenty years later, how does she choose? I heard the legendary story about Xiong Yan and Chu Yu by chance at a class reunion. In this small southern city, I opened a small coffee shop. At the same time, he also worked part-time as a psychological counselor. In terms of psychological research, the main purpose of my research was to analyze the basic characteristics of people in group life. To put it simply, it is like a kind of fish that lives in a group and relies on the leader fish to lead the group. The researchers destroyed the head fish's sense of direction and released it, so all the fish followed the tail fish around in vain and died of exhaustion. The fish's obedient behavior stems from evolved genes.

In my impression, the snow that winter was particularly heavy, and it came one after another. That afternoon too, it started raining non-stop since noon. All shuttle buses to and from the county and countryside have stopped. There were no pedestrians on the road. There is snow everywhere. I was in the duty room at the station, helping my father on duty. It had been several days and there was nothing going on at the station. My father went to the countryside to find someone to drink and play cards with, so he asked me to help him stay in the duty room, fearing that there would be some unexpected calls from the county. The small station consists of two small houses, standing alone on the edge of National Highway No. 15. The sky is full of snow. I feel very bored. I have to take the college entrance examination next year, and I can't understand anything in the textbook. Dahuang (our dog) keeps spinning around my legs. I broke off a piece of steamed bun and threw it under his nose.

Liu Zhiwei, born in 1973. He is a member of the Liaoning Provincial Writers Association, a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, and a member of the Chinese Music and Literature Society. Some novels, poems, and lyrics have been published in magazines such as "Yalu River", "Liaohe Literature", "Poetry Magazine", "Chinese Poetry", "Songs", "Ciji Magazine", etc., And the urban emotional novel "Outside" has been published. Yao Xiaoyao and Kong were still awake, lazily enjoying the cool and hazy beauty of the summer morning in bed. There was a faint sound of the door opening and closing on the first floor. They knew that their daughter Jingjing's grandfather had gone to the People's Square to practice Tai Chi sword. Grandpa Jingjing became obsessed with Tai Chi sword a year ago, saying that Tai Chi sword is the best way to keep fit in the world. Since then, he has been wearing practice clothes, carrying the Longquan Sword on his back, hearing the chickens dancing every day, and practicing diligently every day.

I never call Li Nianfo Big Brother when I recite sutras. He cursed quietly in his mind that Li Nianfo was a piece of shit. Li Nianfo didn't treat Chanting as his own brother, so the two brothers got into a fight, really! Bricks and tiles flew everywhere like rain. One time, Li Nianfo actually used a watermelon cutting knife and flew over with a "whoosh". If his calf hadn't run so fast while chanting sutras, he would have been bleeding for five steps. When Li Nianfo was having lunch, he quickly picked up a piece of meat from the bowl where he was chanting sutras. The head of the chopsticks that he was chanting moved slightly, as if he wanted to snatch back the piece of meat. Li Nianfo was not in a hurry to put the meat into his mouth. He just let the piece of meat hang on the tip of his chopsticks, tilted his head and read the sutra with a smile. He licked his lips while chanting sutras and slowly lowered his head. There was an agreement between them that the meat in the chanting bowl would be given to Nianfo to eat, and Li Nianfo would give him a pure green grasshopper.

2800 years ago, there was no such thing as a consort. In the Eastern Han Dynasty, there were official positions such as Prince Consort Duwei, Prince Consort Xiaowei, Prince Consort Zhonglang, Prince Consort Zhonglang General, etc. However, Prince Consort was not a special title for the emperor's son-in-law. According to historical records, the emperor's son-in-law was called Prince Consort after the Tang Dynasty. For the convenience of readers, the author calls the mute flower girl the consort of King Qi. Hereby explain. According to legend, during the Spring and Autumn Period, Jingchu and Qichun were called Qi Kingdom. The king of Qi State had an only daughter named Cuishan. Regarding the appearance of Princess Cuishi, Chang'e lowered her head and covered her face when she saw her in the moon, and the beautiful Xishi shed tears when she saw her. Because Princess Cuishi is so beautiful.

Zhao Guizhen and Li Shiqing were to get engaged on the eighth day of March, a date set by their introducer Su Anle. Su Anle is nicknamed "Lao Hong". The word "red" comes from the matchmaker. This nickname has a history of more than ten years. To be precise, she got this honor when she was introduced to the third couple. Over the past ten years, Su Anle has really lived up to this glorious title. He has introduced 9 couples successively, and all 9 families are living well. Zhao Guizhen and Li Shiqing were the 10th couple. Their engagement was of great significance to Su Anle's "old celebrity" career, so Su Anle personally chose the eighth day of March because the first couple she introduced more than ten years ago was engaged on this day. She thought this day was quite auspicious. Zhao Guizhen is Su Anle's classmate and is divorced. Li Shiqing was the deputy director of Su Anle's husband's unit, and his wife died of illness.

People at the barber shop are busy celebrating the New Year. This year's energy is fierce as soon as it comes up. There are still more than ten days before the New Year's Eve, and some people are dancing in front and back of the residential building, shaking their arms and making buzz gourds, whose scientific name is diabolo - buzz - buzz - buzz - the sound hole of the diabolo makes a unique sound as the air is poured in. The number of sound holes ranges from eight to twenty-four. The greater the number, the louder the sound. The material of the diabolo must be bamboo, not plastic. The sound goes up into the sky and down into the ears, and spreads very far. When hearing this unique sound, people feel a little inexplicable panic, a little happy, a little lost, and even walk faster. Naughty children are running around in the community buildings, their pockets are stuffed with dismantled firecrackers, they hold a stick of incense in their hands, the head of the incense flashes red, and they light the firecrackers, "pop" and "pop", making a tantalizing crisp sound.

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. This sentence was told to me by my grandma, but I still don't understand its meaning. I love going to my grandma's house, but she always has a lot of work to do. So, I played with the geese, tabby cats, ants and roses in her yard. Once, I caught a butterfly in her yard. After that, I put the butterfly into a clear empty jar. This jar was used by my grandma to store sugar, so I think this butterfly would like the smell of sugar in it. So, I took my trophies to show off to my grandma. She was sitting in the yard washing leeks. After seeing me, she smiled and then put the washed dishes into another large porcelain bowl. "You should let this butterfly go, dragon." Grandma said, "otherwise, the butterfly will be suffocated to death."

Tang Biren saw that there were already three wrinkles on Liu Jing's neck. The top one was slightly curved upwards, and the two bottom ones were crossed angrily. Together, they formed the shape of a "Chuan" character lying down. He remembered a sentence he heard forty years ago: "The neck is another face of a woman that cannot be concealed." He also remembered a person: Dolma Du Fangfei. Forty years ago, he was a young high school student in the county's No. 1 Middle School. His body had not yet fully expanded and was only growing upwards. The joints were too fast and the flesh around him had no time to keep up, leaving him with a rugged appearance like a tree branch. His clothes hung loosely and loosely, and his bones occasionally pushed out lumps of different sizes underneath, as if hiding little restless mice. But never weak. To give an example: He can grab Du Fangfei's leg and lift it into the air like a flag.

Husband, everything is in a cloud, and each one returns to its roots. Returning to the root is called Jing, Jing is called Fu Ming, Fu Ming is called Chang, and Zhi Chang is called Ming. --Chapter 16 of "Laozi·Tao Jing". I bumped into Hu Bangwen on Zhuxin Road around 8 o'clock in the morning on a sunny day in March. At that time, the streets were bustling with people, including those going to work, those doing morning exercises, those going to kindergarten, those pulling carts, those carrying bamboo poles, and those going to Qianling Mountain to carry water, all in a hurry, like going to the countryside. Hu Bangwen was carrying a bamboo pole on his back. The flap strips of the bamboo pole were wrapped in black tape. He hurriedly weaved in and out of the bustling crowd. He suddenly cut in diagonally and passed in front of me. I didn't have time to stop my feet and bumped into him.

A burst of footsteps came straight to the bedroom, crackling, urgent and broken. Mei Jian pulled out the towel and quilt that was underneath him, and just put it on his lap when the door was slammed open. Jiang Chengcheng, who had barged in, leaned back as if being pushed head-on, slapped his face with both hands alternately several times, raised his nose and said "bah bah" to Mei Jian: "Sleeping naked again." She picked up the jeans and T-shirt on the chair and threw it on him, opened the window, and opened the door to the balcony. The air that had been chaotic all night suddenly filled with the hot and fresh breath of summer morning. Mei Jian looked at Chengcheng's undersized shorts and frowned: "Is my dad in the living room?" "Yes." Chengcheng winked: "But he didn't see me. As soon as I opened the door, the old man turned his face to the side. I asked Mei Jian if he had not gotten up yet. He twisted his neck and pointed, and said in a loud voice, in the south room. It's funny, they have become city dwellers, live on the 18th floor, and still have the south room and the north room."