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After retirement, several of us "hairy-root friends", or "faxiao" as people in Beijing call us, returned to our hometown together by chance. After being apart for many years, we all got together again as we did when we were children. When we were still wearing panties, we were together every day, each playing with our balls. When they got a little older, they would kneel down on the ground and hit marbles with their little buttocks until they were in a daze. When we no longer play marbles, we play krona, table tennis, basketball, volleyball... And all kinds of disguised marbles together. Now that I am old, my pension is only enough to maintain meager living. As we are old and young, of course we can no longer play marbles. If we want to play golf, we lack the "three qualifications". We have no capital, no qualifications, and no qualifications, so we have no choice but to make an appointment to play croquet together to kill our old age.

During the Beginning of Summer Festival in 2014, a group of tourists came to Dawang Temple, the Dingjiabu Beginning of Summer Uprising Memorial Hall, speaking with a Beijing accent. One of them, an old man with a straight back, stood in front of a photo and stared at it for a long time. The man in the photo wears an octagonal hat, has a Chinese character face, and has bright eyes. Seeing this, everyone gathered around. Chief Ding, is this your father? No. He was my father's instructor and the leader of my father's revolution. Are there any records of your father in this memorial? Have. The old man pointed with trembling fingers to a line on the sign: "Except for one regiment member who asked to go home, the rest supported the uprising and joined the revolutionary ranks." My father was the regiment member who returned home. Said the old man.

Bai Xue only became my sister a year ago. It was an early autumn evening when she and her mother arrived in front of us after a long journey from Zhangye, Gansu Province. My father and I were squeezed into the crowd at the exit of the train station. We, father and son, were in very different moods. I couldn't quite figure out how those two people coming would change our lives. To be honest, I was a little uneasy and even a little scared. But my father was a little too excited. He was holding on to the iron railing at the exit, with his feet on the railing. He was jumping up and down like a child, eager to jump into the platform. Later facts proved that there was a reason for my father's impatience. He was looking forward to a fundamental change in his boring life. He wanted to bring some feminine tenderness into the monotonous life of father and son. Father was right. The woman he was looking forward to was a good woman.

It is said that the time my father beat my mother was at noon in late autumn, and the place was in my yard. The eldest brother is six years old. There are still signs. The eldest brother said that he was awakened by dogs and pigs barking that day. My good yellow dog and black pig used to coexist peacefully, and the dog would often bite the pig's ears while walking them for fun, but today they started biting each other. The eldest brother pulled up his pants and peed in the manure pit in the yard, soaking the pig's and dog's heads. He was the only one in the yard at this time. He pulled an armful of wheat straw from the firewood pile and went to the kitchen to light the fire - this was the important thing he had to do every morning. My parents went to work in the lowlands. Before leaving, my mother arranged breakfast in a pot. It was very simple. It was nothing more than putting red taro slices on the bottom of the pot and scooping out water to soak them. Then put the grate and put on the steamed buns. My brother lit the fire and didn't stop until the lid of the pot started to steam.

At first, the beautiful Cangbei grassland was full of sunshine, singing birds and fragrant flowers, presenting a vibrant scene. In an instant, the sun set, and black clouds covered the sky across the Cangbei grassland. Then, thunder and lightning flashed, and strong winds blew. Suddenly, with a loud noise, a huge Cordyceps sprouted from the horizon of the grassland, section by section. It grew crazily, kept getting bigger, and stood in the center of the Cangbei grassland. Its angry eyes flashed like lightning; its angry roar rumbled like thunder. In mid-air, its body squirmed, the earth shook, and the mountains shook; when it squirmed again, the entire Cangbei grassland was shattered, and the sky was darkened. At this time, the cattle, sheep, tents, mountains and rivers were swallowed up without a trace by the angry giant Cordyceps. Finally, the Cangbei grassland, where grass grows and orioles fly, and streams flow, becomes full of mourning.

Ram, Ram, you said that we are inseparable in life and death, just like the gurgling water kissing the earth, just like the pair of miserable birds depending on each other for life and death. He also said that he would take a plane with me to visit his elderly mother, and to see the modernity and prosperity of our hometown city, as well as the majesty of the mountains and rivers... Ah, no, no, I will ask for leave when I go back, go to Naidong, go to Shannan, to find Ram who protects love. No matter how great the difficulties are, no matter how dangerous the road through the snow-capped mountains is. My heart was filled with the call of love. We supported each other through the difficult time, and we lived together on Nalettingang Mountain!

Yanzi gently caressed the traditional embroidery on the leggings, the grinning monsters, and the charming flowers and plants. Legend has it that these things can drive away demons and ward off evil spirits. She suddenly understood that the ancestors of Qingyangtan invented this thing to protect the health and longevity of the mountain people. From this point of view, this leggings can really be regarded as a treasure like an amulet.

Now a seven-year-old child and a seventy-year-old man, like two small trees and old trees with legs, move one after another on the country tractor road under the early morning sun, and the wind rustles their leaves. What makes Dongqing happy is that the old man did not ask him in a friendly manner like other nagging people, why he went out alone without his parents, or even forced him to go home without causing trouble. Dongqing had such an experience three months ago. At that time, he wanted to bite the hands of that troublesome village woman. Of course, the old man also asked some questions, such as what his name was and what he liked to do and eat. Holly happily answered, he called Holly a sheep who likes to catch cicadas, dig out bird's nests, eat roasted sweet potatoes, and also likes to watch TV.

The daughter reached out for her father, and the crippled brother hugged her and kissed her non-stop. Pingping freed her hands, returned to the car, and took out a large bag. Inside was a stack of red envelopes with the women's names written on the cover. Pingping said, Lame Brother is always thinking about everyone when he is outside. This is what our whole family wants. The women opened the red envelopes, each with a bank card inside. There is a line written on the other side of the red envelope: I wish everyone eternal happiness and a happy new year! Bank card password, your birthday. The women and men all shed tears, watching the lame brother's Passat gradually go away.

My mother is old and my father is even older. Xiaoxing'anling was not their hometown originally. It was because their honest and kind father came down from the battlefield to resist U. S. Aggression and aid Korea, and his transfer order was used by his closest comrades to despicably change his position. This is the fate of their family. If not changed, her birthplace should be Beijing. The comrade who went to Beijing in place of his father, after the Cultural Revolution, in order to repay his emotional debt, made a special trip from Beijing to their home over the mountains and knelt down in front of his father as soon as he entered the door. He gave 50,000 yuan to his father, but his father didn't ask for a penny, and his father didn't complain at all. This is her father. When she recounted such strange things, she said lightly that she was almost like her father.

The village is extremely peaceful. The moonlight shines on the plateau. The trees, flowers, grass and crops far and near appear clear and soft, with a primitive and simple charm and a light fragrance. Several fruit trees in the courtyard, after being exposed to the sun all day, fell asleep motionless at this time; only the chattering of insects in the grass, accompanied by the low cries of Aunt Liu and Shanju, trembled in the night.

A journey underground is better than a time travel. It satisfies curiosity and at the same time adds a layer of contemplation. In the past, I was envious or even jealous of the heavy burdens the kiln workers carried when they returned home. However, I changed my view after coming out of the coal kiln. It's really not easy for them. Thinking about it again, who in the mountain valley has an easy life? I picked up the heavy burden and set out on my own.

I am a product of the 1970s, an era that was also rich in slogans. I was born amidst the mighty slogans. At that time, my mother was cutting in the queue in Liushui Village. She was planting rice in the fields in the morning, and gave birth to me in an open pit at night. Later, my mother told me that if she hadn't been clever, you would be gone. You wouldn't have survived until now. If you died as soon as you were born, it was called an early death. I heard about this when I was very young. My mother always speaks in a preaching and show-off tone. She is a glorious people's teacher. This is not surprising because of her profession. This kind of harsh words are called "open words" in Liushui Village. Now, my mother can no longer say such harsh words. My mother can only sing and sing children's songs.

The ranking of rich people in Shangling Village is newly released. Webster Road jumped to first place. Wei Baolu, who is 46 years old this year, has been unjustly imprisoned for 24 years and received a total of 2.89 Million in state compensation. Shangling Village is crazy again. One of the most shocking things last year was that the ugly Lan Neng married a robot. This year, Wei Baolu Zhaoxue, who had been wronged for 24 years, was released from prison and received huge compensation from the state. This incident is even more awesome than that incident. This matter is actually two things. Release from prison is one thing, and the state's compensation of 2.89 Million is another thing.

Time flies so fast, and it's golden autumn again in a blink of an eye. Newspaper offices are about to be restructured, and people are divided. The most debated question is whether to find a place in the cultural system or follow the newspaper office. Liu Tiancai didn't have much to worry about if he wanted to. He heard that the newspaper was going to be corrupted and the creditors were targeting him again. There was no money in the account, so Liu Tiancai asked Liu Fu several times to see if he could give him some more, but he couldn't get through on his mobile phone. One day I saw Nana and asked about Liu Fulai. Nana said: "Someone died in the mine. He is hiding. I can't even find this old guy." Go ahead, the creditor can hide if he can. Anyway, it is a business-to-business matter, and the pressure is usually not so tight, and it is postponed until the end of the year. The publishing matter was left to Ouyang again, and he didn't make it difficult for him. Anyway, it didn't matter much to anyone. The newspaper office was in turmoil, but everyone acted much kinder.

A divorce agreement was sent to Jim Mori's office, but Qiu Mozhida was flatly rejected by Jim Mori. She broke the pot and stopped saving the money she earned every day in the bank. As soon as she picked up the car, she went straight to the OK room of the restaurant and dance hall, spending all the money on women who changed every day. The two sisters-in-law, who had not received a penny for several months, were very unhappy, but they only talked about it privately because they were afraid of their husbands. But the brother-in-law was different. The brother-in-law scolded his wife every day, which made the already harmonious family more and more angry. Although the two children of Alamqie's family did not survive, they were wilting and sitting and standing wherever they went.

I had a glimpse of the living conditions of women in the mountains in that long-gone era. At the same time, I think about my life today. In our lives, material things are already quite abundant. The lifestyle is also very different from the past. Our lives are filled with studying, finding a job, falling in love, surfing the Internet, etc. We can't even pick up a bunch of colorful silk threads with our hands, let alone embroider a flower, a goldfish, a magpie climbing a plum blossom or a mandarin duck playing in the water. Not to mention willing to stay in a poor ravine, dedicating all his youth and life to a man, a family of young and old. In the mother's story, the simple and simple little daughter-in-law lived exactly like this and lived her whole life. Therefore, I feel that there is a kind of beauty missing in our lives today. A long-lost simplicity, straightforwardness, kindness and virtuousness.

On a spring morning, Ma Liu carried a load of dung to the fields with a worn-out straw hat on his head. He has developed a habit over the years of never going to the ground empty-handed, so carrying manure with him is as natural to him as eating and sleeping. However, Ma Liu was getting old, and he could no longer carry a full load. The two buckets were still a little short of full. He slowly walked into the fields with a dissatisfied load of dung, feeling the spring in Shangwang Village. The ground is getting warmer, and the iron-gray dead grass that has been nesting on the roadside for the whole winter is glowing brightly like a person taking off a cotton coat. Leaves as big as copper coins bloom on the trees, like a girl putting on her new clothes for another year. A turtledove sat on a tung tree, cooing, and in the distance, the echo of its companion came from another tree. Sparrows and gray birds chatter, and magpies always pick the tallest tree on the top of the mountain, as if that tree is its watchtower.

Suddenly, a sharp siren hit David's eardrums like a huge rock. He could not hear anything at first. Suddenly, all the sounds poured into his ears like a tide and a torrent: he heard the noisy gongs and drums and slogans echoing throughout the valley; he heard the noisy people in the video hall. He heard the sound of endless fighting and killing between good and evil; he heard his father and mother quarreling, and the sound of teapots, water ladles, fire tongs, and chairs being thrown to the ground; he heard the sound of landslides and ground cracking... These long-lasting and violent sounds turned into a tight rope that made him breathless. He almost fainted.

The New Year pig of Yin Ermao's family is just an ordinary native pig with white hair, nothing special about it. If a series of events had not happened, there would be no need to write a novel about it. At first, my wife Jiang Sanmei spent 200 yuan to catch the piglet from the farm. She just noticed that the piglet had four thick and long hooves, which spread the front and back crotches widely. The ears were spread like two cattail fans, which was the appearance of a big pig. I caught it home in early February after the new year, weighing just over 10 kilograms. But the stupid pig was like blowing up a balloon, growing taller by drinking the wind and gaining weight by drinking water. In the winter months, it weighed a full 300 kilograms. The faster pigs grow, the closer they are to death. They never understand such a simple truth. Or maybe they have such a bad memory that they forget about the fatal consequences as soon as they encounter feed that suits their taste. Ermao's white pig eats and sleeps foolishly and grows heartlessly. It is seeking death! What a fucking stupid pig!

In a remote village, there were four brothers from a family named Qin. Their parents called them Qin Dawa, Qin Erwa, Qin Sanwa, and Qin Siwa. Local elders and peers also call them by their nicknames. As time goes by and they grow up, their elders and peers still call them this. They don't care at all. Even when they meet unfamiliar people for the first time, they will introduce themselves by their nicknames. As time goes by, few people know their scientific names, and even if they do, they still find it easy to call them by their nicknames. With the boom of migrant workers in the 1990s, the four Qin Dawa brothers went out to work one after another. This article focuses on the different fates of the four brothers working together, reveals the negative impact of customs in the construction of new countryside, and praises the party and the country's major policies for farmers, especially reducing the burden on farmers.

An egret flew up from the river, and another egret flew up from the grass, and then, one by one, flying in groups. Flying up and falling, falling and flying again. When it flies up, it is like a burst of white clouds, and when it falls, it looks like a field of white snow. It is so amazing and sighing on the ancient ecliptic! They seemed to be able to talk, welcoming Liu Lichun and his entourage with their most beautiful gestures. Liu Lichun seemed to understand the egret's singing and smiled. The ancient Yellow River channel originally had natural beauty!

The county must use their car to take me back to the provincial capital. I knew what they meant. They sent me safely out of Aangze County, successfully preventing me from watching the election in Jiancun, and blocking me from the truth. They were relieved. When we left, the trunk of the car was filled with various local specialties, including a box of wild wild rice, a bottle of wine, six boxes of frozen crayfish, frozen fish, two bags of chili sauce and stinky tofu, etc. Lao Ma repeatedly told me that I must put it in the refrigerator within eight hours, otherwise it will spoil. In other words, I have to get to my home in the provincial capital within eight hours. What else can I say for these six boxes of frozen produce? Will I turn around halfway and go to Jiancun again? No. Besides, the election is over, what else can I watch? In addition, the car belongs to them and they said they would take me back, which was equivalent to escorting me. Of course I had to go back.

She stared blankly at the gray morning. At this time, she would not have predicted that she would later walk eastward, further east, to Baoji City, Shaanxi Province, where she would stay for many years. She is the daughter of Zhuang Ronin, just like she had to go through many experiences of carrying a vat, wandering, living in a rubber truck company, and living on a big kang in a shabby house with a leaky roof and hanging spider webs - in order to avoid divorcing Xiaoshi and escaping the endless fights and scoldings, she was indeed like a tramp, doing all the hard work in that strange city. She is indeed like her elders, with twists and turns of experience, and a tenacious will to live that is not afraid of hardship. The story she has experienced can only be carried by another novel.

Relatives and friends from Acheng and Xinde came to persuade him to go home. In their view, it would be fine for a gangster like Achuan to die, but it would be terrible if he committed murder and arson again in the future. Xin De did not listen to the advice. He felt that Ah Chuan was a bad person, but he could not die unjustly. Killing was killing, and he could not distinguish between right and wrong. He risked his life to find out the truth. Relatives and friends couldn't persuade him, and then they just let it go. He remembered that Ah happy ran away many years ago, and the people at the police station did not help find him. Now Achuan, they don't care. It was still the hot month at that time, and the sun was so bright that he suffered from heatstroke and leaned against the door of the police station, panting. He was so thin that there was only a handful of bones left, and his lips and throat were badly burned.

When the magpie was pulling water, the mule was frightened, and the cart ran over his calf, breaking it. Most of the livestock used by Shangzhuang are donkeys and mules, especially mules. Mules have no reproductive function, but are very powerful for plowing fields, pulling carts, and carrying food. But there is one problem with mules. They are suspicious and often frightened. Once frightened, they will run wildly and are not as stable as donkeys.

When I was a child, I didn't know what ideals were, but I knew what I wanted to do in the future. My hometown cannot be said to be a rural area or a town. It is said to be a rural area, but there are many inns and restaurants here. I only know that this place was a post station for the imperial court a long time ago. The imperial officials or government servants would rest in the inn when they passed by here. Therefore, the inn at that time had six green brick houses. There is a courtyard, and the prominent building is a large stone tablet at the entrance of the courtyard. The words on the stone tablet are: Muxiang Town Station. The first person who managed the inn was the county yamen. Later, the county yamen handed it over to Muxiang Town. There was also a yamen in Muxiang Town. The town mayor did not have an official position, not even a seventh-grade official, but he was the town mayor. This town mayor was appointed by the county magistrate. Later, many nearby inns and restaurants were very close to the inn, and gradually it became a small market.

Without craftsmen in life, there would be no hustle and bustle, and a day without hustle and bustle would not be a life. The noisy days made our town happy. People can forget those who should be forgotten, but they cannot forget those craftsmen - stonemason Chen Tuo, pottery maker Feng Daju, moldmaker Jiao Wuchun, pastry maker Gao Furen, gardener Song Zixuan, box maker Yuan Zuhuai...

Suddenly, an order came down to change National Highway 301, which had passed through Daliuzhuang for more than half a century, to the north of the village, to be heightened and widened, and to be built into a fast green channel. The rerouted national roadbed was right on my grandfather's grave. Supporting national construction is the overall situation. There is nothing to say. Everyone, dead and alive, must do their best. My grandfather's cemetery will naturally need to be moved to another place. I accompanied my mother, uncle Liu Changshui, and concubine Fan Caiyu to move my grandfather's grave. In rural areas, moving tombs and demolishing temples, weddings and funerals are all major events, and etiquette must be paid attention to and no carelessness is allowed. When moving the graves of the elderly, the future generations will always feel unspeakable sadness in their hearts. They will think of many old events, joys and sorrows, and surge of emotions, a kind of yearning for their ancestors. My mother, uncle, and concubine all told my grandfather's story with tears in their eyes.

The large river, known as the Women's River, has been dry for many years and is filled with domestic garbage. The women of Calabash Town have lost their party paradise. The new generation in the town gave up the political enthusiasm of their fathers, and the hobby and tradition of three or five people gathering together to discuss national affairs was not inherited. No one sits around and listens to the old man telling "nonsense" ghost stories. As for the folk literature of Hulu Town, which is symbolized by "scented farts", no one cares about it for a long time. He said that in his opinion, Hulu Town is just a "being", and "being exists in the being of beings." No one except Yi Shi understood what he said.

"That's a chicken that eats feed, not a pheasant." Li Jinru said with wide eyes. Lao An added: "The chicken is still called a pheasant, and you are still the person in charge of the chicken farm." "Oh my God--!" Li Jinru gasped. At this time, the 400 pheasants suddenly started chirping as if they had received some stimulus signal, and their cries echoed throughout Eagle Mountain.

The outcome of this incident was that the child finally took away the donkey that claimed to be him. Although the child's father was very reluctant to spend all his good money on a useless donkey, and Zhao Lu'er was even more reluctant to have the tool he used to make a living change his last name so casually, in the end neither of them could defeat a child who was more stubborn than them. When this child with stubborn muscles rode his donkey home happily, no one doubted that this child would become such a person when he grew up - as long as he believed that it was his own, no one else could touch it.

He left, leaving the feathered chicken behind. Fei saw that it kept trying to peck at the bamboo strips with its mouth, so she thought it was hungry, so she went to catch a four-legged snake for it to eat. But it refused to eat and kept screaming miserably all night long. Its weak screams spread to Lesi Village like drops of blood. Fei opened the door of the cage, and the chicken flapped its wings wildly. It stood in front of Fei and looked at Fei very sadly, as if to say, "Why are you sitting here, where is my dad?" Fei smiled sadly, how I wish I knew where he is now. He saw that I was sad, so he kept you. But in the future, when the thin old man is sad, who will call him? After that, Uncle Liuling never came back. After that, in the vast sea of ​​people, Fei met many new faces, joked with them, sang to them, and drank together until they were drunk... But no one reminded him to cut his hair, and no one said to him: How do men grow long hair? The sea of ​​people is so boundless...

The leader said, don't take it too seriously. It's just a small mountain village. There are many such villages in our city, and even more so across the country. Because our newspaper office is their contact unit for assistance, we will definitely not pay if they ask us to pay. I will just write a few articles for them and casually publicize it in the newspaper and then it will be over. Pangen Village is poor, but you can't write about poverty. It will tarnish the image of the city. Anyway, don't spend too much energy. Spend your energy on wealthy enterprises and institutions. In this way, you can send them articles, collect some money, or advertise, and you can also generate income. I don't know why, I didn't nod or shake my head. All I could think about was Pangen Village. I heard a voice in my heart saying that in fact, Pangen Village really needs to be written about, and I can't just deal with it like this anymore. However, I can't write, I shouldn't write, and I haven't figured out how to write. What should I do?

The weather was hot and humid. Yin Nanping held the steering wheel with one hand and drove his newly purchased pickup truck bumpily on the dirt road in the fields surrounded by crops. The road was a bit narrow, and the two rows of tires of the pickup truck exceeded the bright porcelain ruts, crushing and rattling the thorny shrubs such as wolfberry and cocklebur that grew wildly along the road. He didn't turn on the air conditioner, so he put a wet towel on his head like a stingy taxi driver in the city, enjoying the pleasure of sweating all over his body as the heat evaporated. "This is what a fucking sauna is called. Those idiots sit in the steam room and pour water on the red-hot stones. What fucking idiots!" The joy in his heart reflected on his face, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Then Daquan said in a hesitant voice: It doesn't matter. Dexi didn't connect the fuse, just to let everyone have fun for a while. Lao Zeshan was stunned for a moment. It turned out that he did not want this long-awaited excitement to be too short-lived. He hoped that this happy and joyful time could be extended as much as possible, so he asked the younger generation to sing a few more verses. Lao Zeshan couldn't help but said emotionally: Brother, if you want to liven things up, we can just sing one more night. Your delay in calling has ruined the interest of the villagers and ruined our reputation on the plateau. If I invite another opera troupe to sing again in the future, I'm afraid they won't come. After hearing this, Lao Dexi stood up and fumbled for a piece of fuse from his pocket. At this moment, a bright red fire suddenly appeared in the courtyard, followed by a burst of cheers. Lao Zeshan, Lao Dexi, and Daquan were so shocked that they didn't bother to answer the phone and hurriedly ran outside the hospital. It turned out that someone lit a bonfire in the courtyard, and a large circle of people jumped and danced around the fire. Then, Gao Yuan clenched his hands into fists, stamped his feet vigorously, and began to sing loudly.

The cows were still grazing on the hillside, but Wang Ersan, the cow herder, stood behind the cow's buttocks, lifted up the cow's tail with all his strength, and chanted: One, two, three! One two three! Old Niu Dandan had been constipated for a week, so Wang Ersan carefully stuffed the cow's buttocks to remove the leakage. The cow finally pulled away and took Wang Ersan's hand, splashing cow dung on his face. Wang Ersan broke out in a stinky sweat. He looked at the pile of cow dung pulled down on the grass slope and looked like flowers. He was as happy as a piece of cow dung. Dandan finally gave a low sound of comfort and continued to eat grass. Wang Ersan then patted the cow's back with confidence, squatted in the grass and wiped his hands carelessly, staring at a big cake in the grass. The big cake seemed to be blushing because of Wang Ersan's stare.

The wind from the Bund stirred my long hair. I leaned on the railing, looking at the illuminated river surface, and remembered that evening in Qifengpo, when Haiyinzi innocently and happily described her ideal: I want to buy a big house, I want to buy dozens of tea sets, and I drink tea every day. I joked: One cup is for tasting, two cups is for quenching thirst, and three cups is for donkey drinking water. She rushed forward with her teeth and claws bared, and two sixteen-year-old girls laughed and wrestled together under the locust tree. Several years later, when I finally settled down in a corner of a strange city, carefully brewed a cup of Qifeng tea, and sipped it slowly, I would think of the legend on Qifeng Slope that was passed down by word of mouth but could not be verified. I believe this is true. I turned on the computer and typed out the description word by word, sparing no words or ink: When the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, there is a phoenix coming to the Qifeng Slope. The king of birds lives up to his reputation. Its body is noble and its whole body is colorful. It flies high into the sky and then goes straight into the clouds. Its cry resounds throughout the sky...

In the sound of Morigen's matouqin, I hummed this song that flowed from my heart all the way. Bayin also hummed along. He said that when tourists come to the grassland next summer, he will sing to them and tell the story of three orphans in the desert. One day later, we walked out of the desert and entered the grassland; two days later, we walked out of the grassland and came to the city; three days later, I said goodbye to Mo Rigen and Bayin and returned to Beijing alone. When I walked into the house, I took off my shoes and watched the sand flow out of it like running water, and it instantly turned into a desert... I put the sand into a small glass bottle and placed it high on the bookcase. It read: Desert Sand, Bichi Madha Rita (I love you)!

Foreigners are coming to town! One morning, such shocking news suddenly appeared in Gudu Town. Then, like a typhoid outbreak, the news swept through the town with lightning speed. Everyone who is infected becomes inexplicably agitated, feverishly impatient, and can't wait to pass the germs on to the next person. As a result, people in the town were buzzing around like newly resurrected flies, spreading the news that "foreigners are coming to the town." Therefore, on the streets, on the side of the road, in alleys, under big trees, and even at the door of some toilets, there will often be scenes like this: after two people meet, they look at each other mysteriously, and one of them says in a serious tone: "You know, right? Foreigners are coming to the town." The other person must also be calm. Qing nodded solemnly and said: "Yes, foreigners are coming." The first one said affirmatively: "Really. Foreigners are coming." The latter also said with certainty: "Really. Foreigners are coming." Then, the two looked at each other again, parted ways, and each went to find the next target. In this way, people spread the news that "foreigners are coming to town". During breakfast, the news finally reached the ears of the secretary and the mayor. It was Lao Sun, the master chef of the government canteen, who told them.

The head is very heavy, the body is also very heavy, and it is falling heavily. He insisted that he could not fall, but must rise. He would use all his strength to fly to the top of the mountain. Only in that place that humans could not reach, and other birds and animals could not reach, could he end his life with dignity. At that time, he could quietly look at the blue sky, the white clouds, and the vast universe, and then watch the dancing clouds in the sky, and watch the long wind pierce the clouds, carrying thunder and lightning, traveling wantonly through the sky... However, his physical fitness has now reached its limit, and he cannot He knows whether he can persist until that moment, but he must continue to persist. In the end, he will leave his body on the top of the mountain, and his soul will follow the long wind and thunder and melt among the blue sky and white clouds... Goodbye Yingla, if there is an afterlife, I will definitely fight with you. In the dark, Shaobu heard the sound of the eagle flute, sharp, long, whimpering and trilling, like weeping, like complaining, like singing, like sadness... It was really a magic sound that called to the soul!

Ever since they contracted the cotton field next to the sandbags, no matter what their mood, people like to climb on the sandbags. Sitting on the sandbag, he felt much closer to the sky, which also made him feel much taller. Even on those days when the white clouds hung low after the rain, he wanted to reach out and touch those cotton-like clouds, grab them one by one, and spread them with sandbags all over his red brick courtyard. But in fact, he was still far, far away from those low, cotton-like clouds. When he understands this, he will be very depressed and feel very small. Qiaoling once said to him, when you were sitting on that sandbag, when I looked at you in the field, you looked like an ant.

Time is like the autumn leaves in the forest, each one blown down by the autumn wind; but pain is like a fishing net that catches me. Yuzhika has been missing for almost a month and there is still no news. That mysterious woman is a hunting knife in my heart, torturing me all the time. In the Aolugu Yashilu Ewenki tribe deep in the Greater Khingan Mountains, Yuzhika has a special family. The men in this family are all well-known and respected shamans, and they have cured countless patients. However, the men of this family always disappeared inexplicably. Some disappeared while looking for reindeer, some disappeared while hunting, and some disappeared while collecting firewood. In short, they all disappeared mysteriously in the forest. Aunt Uzhina told me: "Among all the missing men of the Aolugu Yadulal family, the youngest is only sixteen years old, and the oldest is no more than fifty years old. They are all handsome, capable of riding and shooting, but no one can escape their tragic fate. Perhaps this is the fate of this family."

Li Guihua rolled out her dough again and said: "Hit me and scold me, but I don't look at the outside world if I don't beat or scold him! I just blame him and his son, they are both dead tendons!" She also told me that a few years ago, Shi Bin also had the opportunity to go out, but he gave up the opportunity to others. The people in the village knew that he was knowledgeable and educated, so they kept choosing him as their leader. In front of the leader, he himself felt that he had sold himself to the village. He is a stubborn person who cannot manage the village well. If the superiors say something is not allowed, he will not let it happen. If the superiors say something is permissible, he will immediately say yes. As she spoke, Li Guihua actually cried and said that Shi Bin had been beaten several times because of the land division and family planning, and even after the beatings, he still had such a tough temper. "Hey, if you are such a good guy, you will stay like that for the rest of your life!" Li Guihua concluded in the end. Retreating to the yard, I thought again, I can't say that Shi Bin has not changed at all. For example, my friend was caught by his son, and he had already taken the initiative to smooth things over. Liu Huizhen, Huang Guoqing, Xing Chao... What will our youth group do in the future? Do Shi Bin and Li Guihua have any contact with them? Just when I wanted to ask Li Guihua again, voices came from the village road - Shi Bin came back with a few of my friends talking and laughing.

Caixia smiled and said, "Don't think anyone is so clean. There are only men and women in our village who have been with each other for several lifetimes. Who doesn't have a good relationship? I also thought about it. With such a thing, who has not had sex with so many times? Living a good life is the first thing." When mentioning this stubble, Hongfang didn't say anything. There was a ready-made example sitting in the yard! Hongfang grabbed Caixia's hand and said with tears in her eyes: "Silly girl, aren't you afraid of getting sick?" Caixia unzipped the small bag she carried with her and poured out the contents to show her. Hongfang only recognized the string of condoms that were similar to instant shampoo, but it was the first time she had heard of those "wet wipes" and "lotion." The two of them agreed that whoever will tell what happened today will be the grandson. Caixia told Hongfang: "If you want to go with me, come to me at home. I work the day shift on 135, the night shift on 246, and all day on Sunday." Caixia also said: "It's not glorious. At least in a year you can build a new yard by yourself, and you don't have to live with the old one anymore." Hongfang was dizzy and could only shake her head.

Secretary Xue was tolerant. He said in a very caring tone regardless of previous suspicions, "Buckwheat, you have lost a lot of weight." I have heard about Ma Huozi and Yang Laixi. I have a classmate who is a supervisor in this area in the county. Well, since it is inconvenient to talk during the day, I will make a call in the evening to see if I can deal with them leniently. You come over tonight and we can think of more solutions. Qiaoqiao was so moved that she almost cried. After Secretary Xue had gone far away, she finally came to her senses. Secretary Xue asked her to go "at night". Qiaoqiao suddenly became confused again. She wanted to go back to Weizi, but when she reached the entrance of the village, she turned around hesitantly. When we got to the town, we didn't know where we were going, so we turned around and headed back to the enclosure. In this way, she walked back and forth all afternoon.

I am Wei Hu's younger brother, and I am willing to be his younger brother. In our village, the highest mountain is Mount Jiaguang, followed by Mount Jiamai, Mount Jialiu, Mount Jiafan, and Mount Jiajie. We will cut down five big trees on the top of these five mountains, and then arrange for a person to keep watch under the trees that are about to fall. Jiajie Mountain is my younger brother, Jiaqian Mountain is my brother, Jiali Mountain is me, Jiamei Mountain is my mother, and Jiaquan Mountain is my father.

At dawn, I crawled out from the high courtyard wall. Laifu and Guangjun locked the gate last night, thinking that they could truly keep me in captivity. They didn't expect that I was very familiar with the courtyard wall of this house. In the past, I had played the game of locking myself up and breaking out out of boredom. Unexpectedly, it came in handy here. It seems that I have always had the idea of ​​​​escape in my subconscious. Like last time, I had no clear destination this time, but what was different from last time was that I had a decisive idea. Baita, the village that had raised me for more than thirty years, now made me feel strange, uneasy, and frightened. I could no longer lie peacefully in her arms.

Guests from afar, I'll kill a yak to welcome you! The best season to go to northern Tibet is between March and May or October and December. This period happens to be outside the rainy season, making it less likely to get stuck in a car and not too cold. I had just come back from the mainland, and I had some altitude sickness and my heart was beating fast. The day before I left, I went to the People's Hospital for an electrocardiogram. The doctor said that there was an irregular heartbeat, myocardial ischemia, and the blood pressure was too low. Low pressure was 60 and high pressure was 80. Special attention should be paid. Going to northern Tibet had been planned for a long time. Zhang Jie and Dazui had been staying in Lhasa for a week to wait for me. At nine o'clock in the morning on October 28th, we set off from Lhasa, officially kicking off our "trip to northern Tibet". There were two cars this time. Our car is a Cherokee 2500, which we bought last year. It has never been driven on particularly bad roads, so this time is a test.

As soon as it got dark, Wu Ya slipped into Lao Hei's house. She knew that the old black wife was not at home. In the afternoon, she saw with her own eyes Lao Hei's uncle driving a police car to pick up Lao Hei's wife. When leaving, he went to her small store to buy a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes for herself and a bottle of Wahaha for her mother-in-law. Lao Hei's wife was sitting in a police car, with the window glass pulled down and her head sticking out of the window. She was telling the passers-by in a ostentatious manner, "My daughter is about to give birth. My uncle is coming to pick me up to take care of my confinement." Three years ago, Wu Ya's husband died in a car accident. The owner of the car refused to pay compensation, so Wu Ya went to find Lao Hei. Lao Hei's uncle is the section chief of the county public security bureau. Lao Hei took the lead.