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When Liu Xuying, a Chinese teacher at Changyang Town Central Primary School, climbed the Great Wall in one go, her eyes became wet. The heroic feeling that others had when climbing the Great Wall disappeared from her. She felt that her past life was like the Great Wall, winding and winding with no end in sight. Now that the mountains weighing on her were lifted, she should naturally enjoy the happy life now. For example, she traveled thousands of miles to Beijing to attend her eldest daughter's wedding, saw the Forbidden City, and climbed the Great Wall. From now on, the good days are like the sunshine on the plateau in my hometown. You can have as much sunshine as you want. Why can't this make Teacher Liu, who is in his forties, happy? As she was about to leave Beijing, she took her husband to the store to buy gifts for her children and elderly mother.

In the past, craftsmen in Shahe Town who made jewelry for women and yellow chimneys for men were known as coppersmiths. It turns out that there is a big maple tree at the west end of the town, and under the tree there is a coppersmith shop, and Di Mao is the master of the shop. Speaking of Di Mao's career as a coppersmith, we have to talk about his childhood career. Before giving birth to Di Mao, his mother had already raised three girls. His father is a man who is unwilling to continue his career without a son. If he has a son, he will naturally be rich and valuable. When Di Mao turned one year old, his family asked him to catch him. That day, people from the house came to watch the fun. Xi's father was the top elder in Zhoujiawan. He fired a whip to congratulate him for getting rich. As he shouted, Di Mao's mother took Di Mao out. I saw that Di Mao had a round head and big eyes, and was as strong as a calf.

The winter nights in Udijimu are cold and long, and the night wind that overflows from the valley makes the twinkling stars in the sky shine brightly. Wooden Spoon went to help Manniu's family kill the New Year pig. The drinking lasted from noon until it got deeper and deeper. He was so drunk that Wooden Spoon didn't know how he crawled back. In the middle of the night, Wooden Spoon was awakened by a soak of hot urine. He got up top-heavy, stood on the stone ridge above the courtyard dam, and started peeing. However, before he finished urinating, Wooden Spoon discovered through the faint starlight: the door was open! Could there be a thief? ! There was a buzz in Mu Shao's head, and the dizzy sleepiness was gone. Nowadays, life in the countryside is easier, but some people don't learn well. Stealing cattle, horses, and taking sheep and geese happen from time to time.

It was just before six o'clock, and the surroundings were already dark. There is no light, it is the kind of black that sinks to the bottom, very thick. There is also stillness, which does not feel pure, but dense, with a bone-deep coldness that penetrates into the bone marrow. Li Qian sat eating noodles, lighting a candle next to him, and the light and shadow flickered on the wall. There was an emergency light, but he didn't use it. The skill he had developed when he was young could prevent noodles from getting into his nose even if he couldn't see his fingers. He has endured hardships, and these things in front of him are nothing. What's more, he came to the door himself. When she made that phone call, Sun Xiaomei's voice was faintly crying, and what could be said clearly in one sentence was divided into several sentences. It can be heard that it is a bit out of proportion. He asked her: "What is your relationship with the 'Sun Xiaomei' in 'Monopoly'?" The other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, "--I am the 'Xiao' from 'Dawn'.

The beauty that people value all originates from pain. They were born between sorrow and ashes. --Cormac McCarthy, "The Road." "I call your name, you are mine." - Exodus. Zhou Mu saw the man again. The man appeared on the rooftop opposite. She looked puzzled. She lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. The white smoke lingered like silk. She slowly admired the man on the rooftop opposite. A few days ago, she had just taken a shower and came out of the bathroom naked. The sun fell on her skin, shining like porcelain. She looked along the light and suddenly saw a man standing on the roof opposite. She panicked and quickly took off her bathrobe and put it on her body. I thought I had been peeked at, and there was still a little anger hidden in my heart. But the man didn't even look over.

Kang Weiye was born in New China. When he was a boy, he wore a Red Guard armband and wrote big-character posters. He was interviewed by Chairman Mao in Tiananmen Square. After that, he went to the mountains and countryside, and then returned to the city to work in a meat factory. Because he was "tall, good-looking, smart and studious", he was favored by the factory doctor Dr. Li, who introduced him to Duan Lina, a daughter of a senior military cadre with "progressive thinking, strong ambition, good health and good appearance" as his girlfriend. The two were in a serious relationship for more than two years. During this period, although Kang Weiye backed down many times, he was defeated by Duan Lina's righteous intimidation. Finally, they got married and had five children, and began an ordinary life. During the reform and opening up, Kang Weiye and Duan Lina's family were shaken. Kang Weiye went into business and became a rich man with extraordinary skills. He became more and more dignified and suave, but Duan Lina became more and more vulgar and ugly. Kang Weiye could not help but fall in love with her, and had a heartbreaking love entanglement with Lin Zhu, a smart, capable and charming white-collar white-collar beauty from a foreign company. What kind of ending can this love have? What kind of reality will Kang Weiye face... Chi Li was born in 1957. He is currently the chairman of Wuhan Federation of Literary and Art Circles and a professional writer. His main works include: "Collected Works of Chi Li" (seven volumes), novels "Coming and Going", "Good morning, Miss", "The Entanglement of Water and Fire", etc., Prose works "I Can't Love You Enough", "Real Days", "Give You a New Sun", "Old Wuhan", etc., And collections of works such as "Blooming Like a Rose One Night", "Life Show", etc.

I deliberately rolled a pumpkin down from the top of a bare mountain. It ran, whistling in the wind, until it hit the back eaves of my house before stopping, revealing its pink flesh. My mother's two lips were like a carpenter's plane, scraping my body hard from a distance. At the same time, she picked up the rotten pumpkin, chopped it into dices, and poured it into the iron pot in the kitchen to cook. Let's get straight to the point. Ravines, cliffs, mountain ridges, mountain roads, mountains, mountain valleys... They stretch endlessly. I hate the Wumeng Mountains that I can never get out of, and those Wumeng pigs that never seem to have enough to eat. Wumeng majestic walking mud pill. I swear that one day, sooner or later, I will trample Wumeng Mountain under my feet and behind me like the Red Army trampling on mud balls, and never come back.

Lu Ping had a whim and wanted to give birth to a child for Zhu Yun. At night, in bed, after a while of intimacy, Lu Ping said to Zhu Yun, I want to give birth to a child for you. Zhu Yun took out his arm from Lu Ping's neck, as if hearing a fantasy, and said, "Are you dreaming?" Lu Ping said, really, I really want to. Zhu Yun asked, you have a daughter and I have a daughter, why do you still want to have a child? Lu Ping said, I just want to live. Zhu Yun sneered and said that you were delusional. Without this condition, you would not be able to give birth. Lu Ping argued: I gave birth when I wanted to, why couldn't I achieve it? Zhu Yun turned over, climbed on Lu Ping's body and said, how can you survive without me? I will let you live now. Saying that, use up your energy.

Han Xiao never dreamed that he would have any stories or connections with Debao, the water delivery worker. Many things in the world are unpredictable, especially emotions, which are even more difficult to figure out. It seems that God has already made arrangements for you. When the time comes, the person related to you should appear, and the entangled story of the world begins.

It was too late for Song Yuting to regret it. A Lu twisted her body twice and he couldn't help it. Like a controlled faucet, he let go as soon as he was told. He lay still and didn't want to move. A Lu pushed him away and said that the investigation was tight recently. He was confused and asked why the investigation was so tight? A Lu said, of course, the Public Security Bureau is investigating closely. While talking, she was putting on her clothes faster than a firefighter. He wanted to argue with her and ask what this matter had to do with the Public Security Bureau. She has opened the door. His body couldn't be naked, so he got dressed in a hurry. Then she mentioned money to him, and he was confused and she was confused: "I can't do it in vain..." Song Yuting said, "I thought you were a person who talks about emotions, and I thought you weren't doing that."

At that time, I was selling newspapers around the station, selling evening newspapers during the day, morning and afternoon, and finishing get off work at night. I am thirty years old and Du Pianpian is twenty-four. I call her sister. I have a fixed stall at the entrance of the station, which Li Tou from the Municipal Disabled Persons' Federation secured for me from the station. The entrance and exit of the company where Du Pianpian works is also facing this place. For a while, my newsstand added a new business: selling sugar cane. A consignment fruit seller told me that I would keep selling newspapers anyway. He would put a bucket of cut sugar cane next to him and he would give me a commission on the small amount I sold. If anyone bought it, he would charge 50 cents. This price is exactly the same as the price of an evening newspaper, I remember it. If you want to buy two sticks, you have to pay in two installments. One stick is still 50 cents, and the price is still the same as the evening newspaper. Du Pianpian and her colleagues came to buy sugar cane. These chirping girls always love to laugh, and they won't stop laughing no matter what.

A child who was admitted to a key middle school with the second best score in the school suddenly turned into a poor student or a bad student for some reason after entering the middle school. Is this the child's fault or the school's fault? It is said that parents are the consumers of education and have paid all the fees. However, when their children's grades fail to improve, the parents become the scapegoats and are summoned and reprimanded by the teachers. This makes Lao Zhou, a parent, feel very angry! When his son was 13 years old, he asked his son to drop out of school and said, "Go back, we won't play this game anymore." On his 18th birthday, he said to his son: "I will only support you until you are 18 years old. From tomorrow on, you can find a way to support yourself." And he didn't give him a penny. Although Zhou Jianxiang and his son Zixuan live in the same city, they have not seen each other for more than a year.

It is a big test that humans cannot avoid. In a special way, it removes all coverings and embellishments and exposes all truth. --Qian Gang, "The Great Sichuan Earthquake in Historical Perspective". I am the abyss of sin! My mere existence will surely lead to my atonement in the next life! Dakui is a devil, he will cast a kind of magic that makes you love him and make you hate him; make you crazy and alert; make you know that you are heading towards the abyss step by step, but you are filled with worries and can't stop! I lived with him for three whole years. In the past three years, I have been happy and sad; I have been happy because of him, and also suffered because of him.

My mother is a fierce peasant woman in Baimahu Village, Hexia Town. As long as my mother roars, the flesh of all the villagers will shake. Her fierceness comes from many factors. For example, she is as beautiful as a flower but is married to a hunchback as curved as a hook. Life is like countless leeches, sucking away my mother's youth and beauty. She was chopped off by the wind and frost sword of life, like the withered reed abandoned by the canal, trembling alone in the cold wind. The poor mother, in her skinny chest, there were six hungry mouths crying for food, and four of her sons were still crying and asking her for a wife. So, my mother had many reasons to be fierce. There are many stories about my mother in Baima Lake Village. My mother was a peasant girl in Jinghe Village across the canal from Baima Lake Village. My father was very naughty and often loved to play by the canal, where various boats passed by.

Blacksmith Yang stood there without saying a word. I thought he should say something. "Blacksmith Yang, you are mute, aren't you? Why did you beat my hoe like this? I hit a hoe, not a sickle!" The angry guest cursed behind Blacksmith Yang, but Blacksmith Yang seemed unable to hear his voice. "Blacksmith Yang! Even if it is a credit, you can't do this. The credit is temporary, and I will calculate the money to you sooner or later. , What the hell do you mean by doing this!" The man took a few steps forward and continued to scold Blacksmith Yang. He finally got angry after enduring it for a long time, and shouted: "I have no food to eat! How long are you going to take credit for?" I stood on the pile of rocks outside the cave, and Blacksmith Yang's roar almost knocked me off the pile of rocks. I was not going to stop the fight between Blacksmith Yang and the guest. I was only ten years old.

There was a lot of rain in the summer of 1999, and it was an extremely dark day from south to north. I take out the sheets to dry on the balcony every day, and then count the raindrops in a daze. Summer, summer is my most restless and humid season. I have lived in this city for many years. Although I only have a small room, its inconspicuousness makes me feel safe and casual. I like. I drifted here when I was very young. I don't know how time passed. It seemed that it slipped by quietly when I was sitting in the corner and looking at the sky. I like to sit on the ground, in the corner. I hugged my knees, and the cold wall pressed against my back. Soon, it became warm. My body temperature is blue-green. The color of the skylight is the color of my body temperature. I have been waiting for Qi Ye all summer. He came from another, more crowded city.

Leng Yue's real name is Tan Shifen. Born in Beihai, Guangxi in April 1965, engaged in medical work. The sixth contracted writer in Guangxi has published novels, essays, and poems in newspapers such as "Writer", "Works", "Flying", and "Hongdou". Representative works of short and medium-length novels: "Silver Fox" and "The Fourth Dimension Space"; representative works of novels: "The Shore". Sisi is afraid of dogs, and has been since she was a child. Sisi couldn't explain why she was afraid of dogs. Maybe it was because she saw dogs barking fiercely at people, or maybe she knew that dogs like animals could hurt people. Sisi lives in the city and has never had a dog at home since she was a child.

I would like to dedicate this article to my father, who has lost his teeth and is hobbling. Things that violence cannot solve, time so easily, with a turn, brought the war between me and him to an abrupt end. He is my father, and everyone in this town knows it. Every weekend, he would drive me through the long streets of the town to visit my mother, a primary school teacher, in a small village on the mountain. This has almost become a scene in the town. Before I was six years old, he couldn't afford a bicycle. Every time he went back and forth, he would use a pole to carry two large baskets selling vegetables. The front was filled with my mother's change of clothes, the corn and edamame we would cook on the weekend, and the canned and peach cakes that I would get a beating from him every time I ate them. And behind me, like Zhang Guolao in "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea", I was riding a donkey backwards with pride.

The pain spread from the tail bones to the whole body. As the body rotated faster and faster, the pain seemed to fly out of the body. What flies out of the body are memories. The world is spinning. My brain is struggling, trying to catch the tail of memory... What it catches is the unexpected grain seeds along the way. The golden grain seeds have appeared for many days, and they are hungry Venus flying and splashing in front of our eyes. But it was absolutely true. I rubbed my eyes. This time, the golden corn seeds were scattered on the muddy snow, so eye-catching and dazzling. I hissed softly, signaling Ye Zi to watch the children and not to act rashly. The appearance of corn seeds was too timely and therefore too sudden. I held my breath, bowed my waist and stood on tiptoe, picking up all the gold stars on the path one by one.

Dinner has just started to be cooked in Quewei Alley, and all the housewives are busy in front of the sink. The chopping board has not been put to use, but Xie Dragonfly has already eaten. While she was squinting at the dim wall mirror in the living room, she said to the white moth who was washing dishes in the kitchen, Mom, why did you name me a dragonfly in the first place? Not valuable at all. Bai Da Mo said without raising his head, we would like to give you a phoenix, but do you have that fate? If you want to be a phoenix, don't be born in Quetail Lane. I think back then, Bai Da Mo was also a fashionable young woman in the 1980s. She gave birth to Xie Dragonfly before her ambitions were fulfilled, but having Xie Dragonfly did not stop her from becoming a fashionable young woman. What really made her enter middle age was being laid off. From then on, she spoke in this tone. Xie Dragonfly refused to accept it and said, "What's wrong with Quewei Lane?" Who doesn't say that beauties emerge from the bird's tail alley, and golden phoenixes fly from the chicken coop.

The office phone rang at a really bad time. At that moment, Wen Lin, the director of the Mahe Hydrological Station, had just gotten into the toilet after having diarrhea. Several pairs of eyes in the office who were working on their desks were looking at the old red telephone that was almost jumping. Zhang Xiaodi, who was close to the phone, took the phone. The call was from Section Chief Xiong of the Human Resources Department of the Hydrology Bureau, asking for the webmaster. Zhang Xiaodi said: "The station manager is singing in the toilet." The other side of the microphone smiled and said: "I want to tell you, station manager Wen, that the bureau has assigned a student to your hydrological station, named Simeng. Tomorrow afternoon, someone will be sent to the station to pick him up!" Zhang Xiaodi was stunned for a moment, and if he wanted to ask something else, the phone was hung up. Zhang Xiaodi sat down and continued to draw the water level process line diagram.

For a long time, stage manager Zhang Zhongjie presided over the curtain call after every Miss Liulan performance. Zhang Zhongjie is a senior stage manager who is accustomed to dealing with all kinds of celebrities. In his opinion, any successful performance is inseparable from the final dish, which is the curtain call. A poorly planned curtain call can be as bad as a man wearing the wrong tie or a woman committing a sartorial taboo. Zhang Zhongjie attaches great importance to the curtain call after the performance. Zhang Zhongjie values ​​his position as stage manager. Zhang Zhongjie particularly valued Miss Liulan because Miss Liulan was his goddaughter.

Not long after his daughter Lingling was admitted to the University of Toronto's business school, Yue Ming formally filed for divorce from Mo Yan - that day was only one and a half months away from their twentieth wedding anniversary. In fact, for a long time before that, Yue Ming had stopped going to Mo Yan's bed. Mo Yan knew that Yue Ming was counting two dates with his fingers, one was the date when the two lived apart under the same roof for two years, and the other was the date when his daughter Lingling left home to go to college. As the two dates came closer and closer to them, she felt that his excitement was like the February soil. Although the surface was still covered with thin ice, there was already thousands of spring feelings underneath. She guessed his prison-breaking expectation from his flickering eyes. During those days when he was waiting, her eyes often pounced on him unexpectedly like a hunter.

People like to call the group born in the 1980s the "sun-bathing people." I was also born in the 1980s. But in my childhood memories, I didn't get too much sunshine. Most of my childhood was spent under the moonlight. I can still recall the scene at that time, the lonely figure under the cold moonlight, waiting in the distance. Although my childhood is far away now, when I think about it, it feels like it was yesterday. As for my childhood, what should I tell you? It cannot be summarized in one word, nor can it be expressed in one sentence. If there is an afterlife, I just want to stay before the age of five, and freeze these five years in my life until eternity! I came into this world with a hint of mystery. I was born in a small mountain village in the south in the winter of 1980.

Shi Da is ready to buy a house. His wife was extremely excited. Shi Da had imagined what kind of house to buy, but when he really wanted to buy it, he didn't care anymore. He let his wife choose and weigh it. He knew that if everything at home had to be done according to his own ideas, he would definitely not be able to survive this life. When I came back from the student's house that day, the cold night had fallen. The electric light was on outside the vegetable selling shed at the entrance of the community. A woman was bending down to pick vegetables, and a girl in red clothes wearing high boots walked into the light from the shadows. From far and near the upper floors, an eternal bright light shines. Shi Da just gave birth to a daughter. Six months later, she has become the source of Shi Da's happiness. The little girl's mother will go to work next week and now cherishes her time at home. After entering the house, I saw the lights on in the kitchen as usual.

Cities in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River seem to enter the plum rain season earlier than other places. Everywhere in the campus is wet, and the continuous drizzle soaks people's hearts for a long time, making them even more depressed. Qin Xiaomi is depressed not only because of this humid rainy season, but also because of the approaching graduation time. After graduation, Qin Xiaomi has no reason to live on campus. Like all college graduates, he must go out to rent a house and find a job. Today's students seem to be increasingly afraid of graduation. Therefore, a large number of people think that finding a job is more difficult than studying, and they would rather choose to go to graduate school. Qin Xiaomi doesn't want to work either, but he's studying for graduate school and family conditions don't allow it. For more than a year, Qin Xiaomi visited almost all the talent markets in the city and participated in countless job fairs. As of today, he has not yet secured a relatively satisfactory job. There are constant recruitments in the society, but very few of the applicants fulfill their jobs.

My lover's hands completely lost their warmth. The body without temperature was as hard as a piece of iron. Not only is the texture hard, but so is the color. It's hard and cold in your hands, but there's still a touch of softness and warmth in your heart. He closed his eyes and lay upright on the bed, with his back folded on his abdomen and a peaceful look on his face. If I died like this, would you miss me? What to say? More than just thinking, I will go with you! That means you don't love me enough! Ruan Ying lay next to her lover, and saw hardness and cold creeping into the surrounding things. The bed is cold with hard sheets, the cabinet is cold with hard pillows, the clock is cold with a hard desk lamp, the red "" on the hard door is cold... And my mother is hard and cold. The hard and cold mother seemed to have been doing a repetitive thing for about a day from the time she entered the door to the time she left the house: pouring a full glass of water into the guest room, and then lifting an empty glass out.

Maybe everyone has a cheating heart, but they just didn't meet the right person at the right time. Su Lin, who had been married for five years and separated from her husband Xu Jian, chose to have an affair under such comfort. When she wanted to look back, thinking she could hide all this, she was discovered by Xu Jian. Xu Jian chose another unconventional way to get revenge. Su Lin met her husband Xu Jian at the age of 21 and got married at the age of 23. As of this year, she has been married for more than five years. After two years of love and five years of marriage, I have never been separated from my husband for more than a week. But this year we were separated for eight months. During this period, Su Lin cheated on her because she was lonely and met netizens. When I found out that the netizen was just playing for fun, I suddenly realized that I regretted it. She has been growing up carefree under his protection. Already twenty-eight years old, she was still the "girl" in his mouth... Thinking of this, Su Lin couldn't help but burst into tears and eagerly returned to her husband. Unexpectedly, she accidentally got pregnant with a netizen and was discovered by Xu Jian. Although Xu Jian thought about saving his family, he could not tolerate the fact that his wife was pregnant with someone else, so he had no choice but to divorce. Su Lin chose suicide to resist the divorce. Xu Jian had no choice but to temporarily suspend the divorce. But the marriage has become completely different in appearance and broken in appearance.

An Xue was abandoned by her husband Zheng Yu who had taken a new love. She accidentally crossed paths with her neighbor Lei Congguang, and her fate was rewritten. Lei Congguang, who comes from a high-ranking family, looked down on An Xue at first, but through ridiculous encounters, he finally recognized his heart and fell in love with An Xue. One is a high-ranking official who has risen step by step, and the other is a divorced woman who is inconspicuous in the crowd. After excluding the high-ranking officials and the Han family, the family backgrounds of high-level intellectuals and ordinary workers, the rejection of the Lei family elders, the unmarried young man Tong Yuan and the gold-rich CEO Fan Da's pursuit of An Xue and other twists and turns, they began an unforgettable love. Who said leaders only have to hold meetings and check their work every day? Who says leaders can't fall in love? Lei Congguang, the leader, fell in love with an "abandoned woman"!

Guan Renshan, a Manchu, was born in Fengnan City, Tangshan, Hebei Province in February 1963. After graduating from Hebei Changli Normal School in 1981, he worked as a teacher, township cultural director and county government secretary. He is currently a member of the Chinese Writers Association and vice chairman of the Hebei Provincial Writers Association. Together with the famous writers He Shen and Tan Ge, he is known as the "Troika" of Hebei in the literary world. He began literary creation and published works in 1984. His major works include five novels, including "Storm Lake" and "Fu Town", nine collections of short and medium stories, including "No Country in Little Snow", "Selected Novels of Guan Renshan" and "Wild Yangzi", as well as short and medium stories such as "No Country in Heavy Snow", "Returning Home in September", "The Lost Soul", and "Bitter Snow", etc., Totaling more than five million words. His works have been reprinted many times by "Novel Monthly", "Selected Novels", "Xinhua Digest", etc. He won the "People's Literature" Outstanding Novel Award twice and the 6th "October" Literary Award. The novel "Ship Festival" won the Champion Award of the 2nd World Chinese Novel Competition of Hong Kong's "Asia Weekly". The novel collection "Selected Novels of Guan Renshan" won the 5th National Ethnic Minority Literature Award of the Chinese Writers Association. Some works have been translated into English, French and Japanese. The works have been adapted into film and television works or plays many times.

With smooth popularity, the novel deeply analyzes the popular topic of marriage, which is of great concern to people, and unfolds it from multiple perspectives, making readers unable to put it down. A well-known emotional and marriage expert, after reading this novel, spoke highly of it and cried for it. Zhang Hua and Chen Ying are newlyweds. At a class reunion, Zhang Hua accidentally heard that his wife Chen Ying was in a relationship with his company boss. Zhang Hua never believed that his quiet and virtuous wife behaved like this, but he had to believe it in the face of the facts. A newlywed couple quickly ended their marriage. The whole novel revolves around the life, emotions and working conditions of Zhang Hua and Chen Ying after divorce and a group of urban young men and women around them. It truly reflects the current reality and ideological struggles of urban young people.

Guan Renshan, a Manchu, was born in Fengnan City, Tangshan, Hebei Province in February 1963. After graduating from Hebei Changli Normal School in 1981, he worked as a teacher, township cultural director and county government secretary. He is currently a member of the Chinese Writers Association and vice chairman of the Hebei Provincial Writers Association. Together with the famous writers He Shen and Tan Ge, he is known as the "Troika" of Hebei in the literary world. He began literary creation and published works in 1984. His major works include five novels, including "Storm Lake" and "Fu Town", nine collections of short and medium stories, including "No Country in Little Snow", "Selected Novels of Guan Renshan" and "Wild Yangzi", as well as short and medium stories such as "No Country in Heavy Snow", "Returning Home in September", "The Lost Soul", and "Bitter Snow", etc., Totaling more than five million words. His works have been reprinted many times by "Novel Monthly", "Selected Novels", "Xinhua Digest", etc. He won the "People's Literature" Outstanding Novel Award twice and the 6th "October" Literary Award. The novel "Ship Festival" won the Champion Award of the 2nd World Chinese Novel Competition of Hong Kong's "Asia Weekly". The novel collection "Selected Novels of Guan Renshan" won the 5th National Ethnic Minority Literature Award of the Chinese Writers Association. Some works have been translated into English, French and Japanese. The works have been adapted into film and television works or plays many times.

Ouyang Qiansen is a member of the seventh session of the Chinese Writers Association, vice chairman of the Guizhou Federation of Literary and Art Circles, chairman of the Guizhou Writers Association, a representative of the 11th National People's Congress, a member of the 11th National Youth Standing Committee, and vice chairman of the Guizhou Youth Federation. He has published more than 4 million words of long, medium and short stories in China's core Chinese journals such as "Contemporary", "October", "Harvest", "People's Literature", "Chinese Writers", and "Xinhua Digest". He has published novels such as "Xiongguanmandao", "Not the Time of Love", "Resurrection from the End", etc. He has ten novella collections including "More White and Less Black" and "Crystal Valley", and a collection of short stories "Taste". He serves as the screenwriter and chief producer of 11 works based on his novels, including the TV series "Xiongguan Mandao", "Emergency", "Wind and Rain in Fanjing Mountain", "Wang Yangming", and the movies "Days Under the Clouds", "Survival Day", and "Kuang Jixun Peng Sui Uprising". He has won more than 30 awards including the National "Five One Project Award", China Television's "Golden Eagle Award", Army Television's "Gold Star Award" and the first prize of the Guizhou Provincial Government Literary Award. He is a national first-class writer, an expert subsidized by the State Council, one of the "National Four One Talents" by the Propaganda Department of the CPC Central Committee, and a "National Literary and Art Worker with both Virtue and Art" by the Propaganda Department of the CPC Central Committee and the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

Ouyang Qiansen is a member of the seventh session of the Chinese Writers Association, vice chairman of the Guizhou Federation of Literary and Art Circles, chairman of the Guizhou Writers Association, a representative of the 11th National People's Congress, a member of the 11th National Youth Standing Committee, and vice chairman of the Guizhou Youth Federation. He has published more than 4 million words of long, medium and short stories in China's core Chinese journals such as "Contemporary", "October", "Harvest", "People's Literature", "Chinese Writers", and "Xinhua Digest". He has published novels such as "Xiongguanmandao", "Not the Time of Love", "Resurrection from the End", etc. He has ten novella collections including "More White and Less Black" and "Crystal Valley", and a collection of short stories "Taste". He serves as the screenwriter and chief producer of 11 works based on his novels, including the TV series "Xiongguan Mandao", "Emergency", "Wind and Rain in Fanjing Mountain", "Wang Yangming", and the movies "Days Under the Clouds", "Survival Day", and "Kuang Jixun Peng Sui Uprising". He has won more than 30 awards including the National "Five One Project Award", China Television's "Golden Eagle Award", Army Television's "Gold Star Award" and the first prize of the Guizhou Provincial Government Literary Award. He is a national first-class writer, an expert subsidized by the State Council, one of the "National Four One Talents" by the Propaganda Department of the CPC Central Committee, and a "National Literary and Art Worker with both Virtue and Art" by the Propaganda Department of the CPC Central Committee and the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

Meng Yin went to the Provincial Maternal and Child Health Hospital for a physical examination. Sun Man, a gynecologist, conducted consultations one by one according to routine gynecological procedures and found that the patient was in a daze, absent-minded, and spoke incoherently, as if she had something important on her mind and was pregnant. I saw her again wearing a black dress, with a pale face and a melancholy temperament. Unconsciously, I knew I had met another unfortunate woman. In her position, most of the people who come for check-ups are pregnancy-related, and most of them are unmarried. Since pregnancy occurs out of wedlock, the physical and mental costs can be imagined. Fortunately, she was completely accustomed to the painful and sentimental stimulation of patients. Over time, working principles naturally replaced the original sentimentality, but today, her numb nerves became incredibly sensitive to this strange patient. She asked Meng Yin, how long have you been married? Meng Yin said she was not married yet. Not married, but you are pregnant.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Nanyin sat in front of the computer and yawned while revising a correspondent's manuscript. Suddenly the cell phone rang, it was from home. Are you still calling so late? A shadow flashed across Nanyin's heart. My mother said on the phone, Yinzi, your father has been choking while eating recently, and he choked for a while while eating dinner today. We want to come to your place for a checkup tomorrow. Nanyin suddenly became alert.

Dad went out with the little donkey that he had used for many years. He said he wanted to use it to run my graduation assignment. I said angrily, do you think you are Zhang Guolao and you still ride it into the city? It can only pull a car and shit, but it can't pull money. Dad, who has been pulling feet all his life, must have heard that I was complaining about him, but he didn't even look back and walked away with his old friend. Looking at his old back, I felt guilty. My request was too much. When my father came back, the little donkey had turned into a pile of old banknotes. I felt sad that this little donkey might not be able to feed those donkeys with big appetites. I said, don't throw your money away in vain. Dad said, don't worry, I don't believe a little donkey can't carry you into the city. I remained silent, knowing that my father wanted to do this for others to see.

The story about Heidou, an unmarried young man in our village, can be told after he asked someone to install the tin pot on the platform. That day, two swashbuckling city dwellers suddenly came to our village. They drove a junk car. They didn't talk at first, they just took out something from the car like magic, and pieced it together into a shiny silver tin pot. They put a braid on the tin pot, and then connected it to the TV set at Heidou's house. Originally, the TV in our village could only receive provincial programs, first the national news, and then the provincial news. It was like this every day, unchanged. Only the advertisements in the middle made us a little excited to watch. Sometimes there are programs on the county TV station, and sometimes there are not. Sometimes we can see the county magistrate, and then there are song requests. For birthdays, college entrance examinations, marriages, there are always people requesting songs. At first, Heidou watched it every day, but later he didn't want to watch it anymore.

The shape of the Fuyuan Building is a bit like a ball gymnast throwing a colorful ball into the air and then stretching out his arms to catch the ball. The tall and straight shape fully displays the soft curves. Its asymmetrical structure gives people a sense of tilted movement, and the perfect combination of a ray of setting sun makes the integrated glass outer wall radiate a modern light, completing its absolute dominance over people's vision. When we entered the revolving restaurant on the tenth floor, we found that five Russians attending the meeting had sat down around a table. A fat professor once gave a report on dynamical systems at a conference. Sitting next to him were several bright-colored female colleagues. We also found an empty seat and sat down. Director Hao hosted the dinner on the temporary podium. He spoke sonorously and forcefully about the many achievements of the meeting, and then asked Vice President Tong, who is in charge of scientific research at the University of California, to speak. Everyone applauded warmly.

Qiu Jianzhuang caught a glimpse of Qiu Jianmei at the intersection where Government Street in Luo Town extends toward Fei Town. Sister Qiu Jianmei stood in the middle of the intersection, holding the handle of her bicycle with one hand and making beat-like gestures with the other to talk to people. Her body facing the sun was painted by the sun, making her slim and radiant. Qiu Jianzhuang recognized his sister's beauty from the bottom of his heart. When they were little, the siblings were playing next to their mother. When her mother saw a stain on her sister's face, she asked her to wash it off, saying she would be ugly if she didn't. Qiu Jianzhuang pulled his sister's arm forward and said that she didn't need to wash it and she looked good even without washing it. The mother and daughter were amused and laughed. Mother said, Zhuangzhuang, tell me why my sister is so good-looking. I don't know, but it looks good anyway. My sister came over and said, "Who doesn't know you are being naughty?" She complimented her so that she could lead you to play.

Zhang Xuan, male, born in 1976, from Zezhou County, Shanxi Province, policeman. Member of Shanxi Provincial Writers Association, director of Shanxi Prose Society, vice chairman of Jincheng Writers Association, and the fourth contracted writer of Shanxi Provincial Academy of Literature. His writings can be found in "Prose", "Tianya", "Shanxi Literature", "Yellow River", "Short Stories" and other journals. Many of his works have been selected into well-known selected journals and annual anthologies. He has published essay collections "Su" (Writers' Press, 2008) and "Rolling Blinds from the Sky" (China Federation of Literary and Art Circles Press, 2011). Lin Na didn't know what other people were like, but he often had the desire to try things that he couldn't and couldn't do - and he didn't dare to take any risks. He could still control the situation, just like a naughty child playing some tricks behind his parents' back. For example, the community where he lives does not allow cars to come and go at will.

A girl's difficult journey of fighting cancer is both poignant and touching, cruel and stubborn, and contains all the ups and downs of life. "No one can talk about life without crying in the middle of the night." This article is undoubtedly the best explanation. In April, under the bright spring light, the girl walked towards me. I had ignored her youthful fashion. I only noticed her toothy smile, her shawl hair, and her dancing briskly to the rhythm of high-heeled shoes. Leilei, is she Leilei? Was Leilei the same as her? It turns out that my eyes have been looking for Leilei.

Lin Xiaoyu never expected that this kind of thing would happen to him. One is her good friend for many years, and the other is her lover whom she can't let go of. Who should she choose? But she must choose! Liu Yintao is Xiaoyu's dormitory friend in college. A boy nicknamed "Straw Shoes" fell in love with Xiao Yu and pursued her relentlessly. Xiao Yu did not love him but was unable to get rid of his entanglement. At this time, Tao stepped in. The straw sandals' love ended here, but the friendship between the three began from now on. They became almost inseparable friends. In terms of love, Tao is a "material" doctrine, Yu is a "heart" doctrine, and Cao Xie is an absolute believer in "material" doctrine and a staunch supporter of "heart" doctrine. Yu still doesn't understand which faction he is in favor of. From college to working and starting a family, the three of them never agreed on the debate about "heaven".

"Wuying Ma" is a Hokkien dialect. "Shadowless" - not even a shadow, that is, unreal and intangible - fake; "Mom" is grandmother. The combined meaning is false grandmother. Aying is a shadowless mother. Now that life is getting better, those old people who have retired and received social security pensions often gather together, a group here, a group there, making tea and chatting, all over the world, just having fun. In the Yixin Pavilion in Jiangbin Park, there is a group of old sisters sitting there. They are not old at all. They are workers and retire at the age of 50, so most of them are in their 50s. I heard that the United Nations has regulations that 45 years old is still considered young. Of course, if you are a big intellectual, such as a university professor or something, what is 50 years old? Young talents.

When Ms. Sa Xiaoru divorced me, we couldn't say we were relieved or happy, but we were in harmony and respectful to each other. On the evening when the divorce procedures were completed, we were affectionate and connected, trying our best to show our sad farewell. When distributing common property, you should give way to others in an upright and upright manner. I wish the other party can quickly find a new world of life and rediscover their emotional position: Then, both of them found that it is not easy to get out of such an emotional state after divorce. After sighing and sighing, they both said that if they had different men and women, could the divorce be at our level? We discussed together the reasons why we could be so reasonable. Sa Xiaoru and I unanimously expressed joy that we had not had children since our marriage. Sa Xiaoru said: "If we really want to have children, it will be difficult to divorce.

There are many kinds of disputes between women and men. Xuanyi has not been to their love nest for four consecutive weekends. "They" refers to her and Zhou Jianwei. "Love Nest" refers to Zhou Jianwei's newly renovated house. When the two of them didn't have any disagreements, they usually spent every Friday night in the love nest, having dinner together first, and then spending time together under the full moon. This is a festival for their mouths, and it is also a festival for their bodies. Spending such a warm night together every week, the two of them are eager and cherish it.

In the new semester, Tang Jianchun went to work at a key university in Northeast China. November came, and she told me that winter was coming and the first heavy snow fell in the Northeast. Tang Jianchun took photos and sent them to me via mobile phone. I admire the splendor and sentimentality of the northern snowscape. She said that at 4:30 in the evening, it was dark, and students were studying in the well-heated library. On both sides of the campus path leading to the cafeteria for dinner, the snow reflected bright white light, and the students' rosy smiles complemented the street lights. The entire campus was shrouded in a quiet reverie, and it seemed that all the sounds had turned into whispers, and all the noise was filtered and silenced by the thick snow. At this time, in Fujian, in the south, I can still feel comfortable wearing long sleeves. Tang Jianchun sent a text message saying: "Old Qian, I really miss the days with you."

Mom made the decision that we would move to the south and become city dwellers. My father said that the south is better than the north. I eat rice every day and pork every meal. I can walk a few steps away from the Yangtze River and look eastward and I can see the Golden Mountain. There are large, smoking ships running along the Yangtze River day and night. The mountains and plains of the Golden Mountain are filled with gold, and workers transport it down the mountain in large and small vehicles. My father's last words were extremely inflammatory, and were very effective in fooling people in the village who had never traveled far. But I will not follow blind excitement. I borrowed a geography book from the second grade of junior high school and researched it carefully. The place where my father lives mainly produces copper. Compared with iron, copper is also considered a precious metal. Its luster is similar to gold, but it is definitely not gold.

She was transferred from the radio station to the TV station, not as a broadcast host, but as a program promoter. What was once professional training and learning has been completely turned upside down by vulgarity and entertainment. In order to compete with competitors for ratings, the producers actually asked her to commit suicide by jumping into a river. If she didn't entertain herself to death, wouldn't she be able to attract attention? Before Qiu Mi entered elementary school, her parents called her Xiaomi. After I entered the first grade, my parents changed my name to Qiu Mi. Qiu Mi, how is school? Qiu Mi, did the teacher praise you? Qiu Mi, are you friendly with your classmates? The two of them called their daughter Qiu Mi, which was because they followed the teacher's advice and kept the family and school in sync. Calling it that way is to make Qiu Mi have a sense of growth. Qiu Mi called Chen Xi after joining the radio station. The excitement of entering the live broadcast room for the first time was diluted by the name Chen Xi. When she reported to the broadcasting team, Lao Yu, the director of the broadcasting room, looked at her and thought, Qiu Mi, Qiu Mi, this name sounds hard, not gentle, and not kind.

I was in a meeting that day and went out to use the bathroom. My cell phone was placed on the table in the conference room. The ringtone rang. Her name was seen by others. When I came back, someone laughed: Tianmo? Isn't this the porridge that Jinan people drink in the morning? Tianmo is my classmate. Strictly speaking, she is in the same grade in elementary school and junior high school. In my eyes, Tianmo has been beautiful since she was a child. I remember that in the third grade, the teacher rearranged the seats and separated Wang Xiaomei and me. Tianmo and I sat together. Tianmo came to the seat holding her schoolbag, pointed at Wang Xiaomei and asked: "Do you prefer to sit with her or with me?" I looked at her big twinkling eyes and replied: "With you." Tianmo looked back at Wang Xiaomei and laughed: "Wang Xiaomei, you lost, you can't compare to me.