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Fortunately, Zhao Dazhi got a bicycle as a lucky draw. Not long after, his wife and son got into a car accident. Who and what reasons controlled the fate of their family? Is Zhao Dazhi's future a blessing or a curse? People on both sides of the Huaihe River call children who die young debt collectors. The son of Zhao Dazhi and Huang Yinyue, Zhao Wang, died when he was six years old. Although he was a debt collector, he was just a little debt collector.

Sanwan is a beautiful place. Three large bays twist the valley into twists and turns, making it very mysterious. Yufang liked this place the first time she came to Sanwan. She likes the terrain of Sanwan surrounded by mountains and water - a clear river, winding around the mountains. The momentum of being surrounded by mountains and water is just in line with Yufang's inner dream. The name of the river is also nice, it is called Huangyang River. The terraced fields are covered with corn and sweet potatoes. Yufang stood on the cliff, looking at the jade-belt-like river, shouting with joy. But her sister came over and tugged at her clothes and said, wake up, she's still here. This place is poor. Look at the slope. It's so steep that even goats can't climb it. Look at this land, it's so thin that only a few miscellaneous trees like chestnut trees and tung trees can grow. Let's talk about the Tang family. The old man is so old, the old woman is bedridden, and a sister-in-law is married far away. How will you live after you are married?

Everything about Hyrule is always in her heart. She asked over and over again when she needed to greet him, and she spared no effort in helping when she needed to and kept sending money and things to China. Year after year, she is getting really old, her body bows forward like a dry tree, the wrinkles on her face and the white hair on her head remind people of the late autumn before winter comes. Ms. Wei Dawu found me a letter that she carefully preserved, which was Nakamura's last expression to China at the end of his life: Xu Lin, I miss you, Xu Binglin, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. There are two whole pages of letter paper with the same sentence. When Mrs. Xu Lin told me about this letter, she couldn't help crying. She said, the most painful thing in the world is missing someone else. My teacher worked hard all her life, and when she passed away, she still missed her so much. How lonely she felt...

Han Yuqing lay on the grass, her head swollen to no end. She couldn't think of anything, her mind was buzzing, like a workshop that suddenly lost power. The machines stopped, but the air was still filled with lingering sounds. The brain is blocked by something. But she knew what had just happened. His anxiety and anger, his merciless push, his three steps and two steps to escape, all these are his contempt for her. All her fantasies of being as delicate as blue and white porcelain were shattered into pieces at this moment. She heard the sound of her heart exploding, with a "pop", exploding like fireworks. She knew that she was completely finished, struggling like a drowning person, sinking deeper and deeper, with no room for recovery. She hated herself and felt pity for herself. She let go of her painful right hand and saw that the small rocket-shaped crystal was bleeding in her hand. It turned out that it was not a beautiful witness, it was just a dagger, sharp and sharp... Han Yuqing lay with her belly on the grass and stretched out her tired left hand. There was a silver bracelet at her wrist. She pulled the silver bracelet up her arm and then cut the crystal knife off her wrist.

Snakes have spirituality and can repay kindness. Snake Beggar Li has heard many stories about snakes, but who would have thought that God would allow him to actually meet one! Shanru actually followed the father and daughter, quietly crawled dozens of miles along the mountain road, climbed into the wine jar himself, and died for Sister Juan! At this time, Snake Beggar Li truly understood the true meaning of Monk Ji Yun's four verses. The next day, Snake Beggar Li gave most of the remaining jar of black snake medicinal wine to the leprosy lair in the mountains with his daughter to treat leprosy patients there. Then, he went to Qianzhou Prefecture Cloth Shop to buy a few feet of red silk cloth, carefully wrapped Shanru's body, and was held by Sister Juan to the tomb of Master Jiyun.

"I heard about your situation last year. I recalled your upbringing. You were spoiled. Your family pampered you, your school pampered you, and everyone in Rose Town pampered you, turning you into an imbecile. Do you know why tiger mothers cultivate the ability of tiger cubs to hunt and survive at the best time? If you miss it, you will never learn it. Fortunately, humans are not animals; humans are I can change myself at any time. "I have understood the truth for a long time. But I really can't learn it. I am a complete waste." "Don't be discouraged. I will turn your waste into a treasure. I feel ashamed when I think of the days when I was the squad leader and did your homework for you." Xie Jinna spent nearly a year thinking about Wang Changwang's future. She struggled to find a cooperative company. The company called Baoli planned to build a fragrance factory in Rose Town and introduce French advanced equipment and concepts to produce fragrances and a series of skin care products. She came back this time to implement this matter in detail.

Haiwa is gone. The two women watched him leave. In the dim light of the morning, his back looked like a solitary migratory bird, lonely, thin, and alone. I couldn't help but burst into tears. Ye Yumei said, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have the heart to let him go out, right? It was me who made it impossible for you to live a good life. Mrs. Hai didn't say anything, she just stretched out her hand and wiped away her tears.

The beauty's real name is Wang Yejun. For decades, the villagers only remember her as Xigu. According to people of the older generation: "My sister is the most beautiful girl in our Wangjiafang. People say that the movie actress named Gong Li is beautiful. She is beautiful. She has a long face and is not good-looking." She ran away a few days after her marriage. Where she went, and how she lived and died, there have been various legends for more than seventy years. At that time (the 1920s), Wangjiafang was the largest village within a radius of 30 miles outside the Hue Gate of Nanchang City, with more than 200 households and a population of nearly 2,000. Most of the people were not named Wang but Fang. In addition to the two major surnames of Fang and Wang, there were also several minor surnames such as Li, Ye, You, Lai, Zhang, and Jie. Therefore, Wangjiafang can marry a girl without leaving the village. If there is no blood relationship between people, they must be related by marriage. People say that the seven aunts and eight aunts cannot be beaten with three poles, but they can be beaten with just one pole here.

The attachment left in the world is no match for the plunder of death. This is a hospital for dying people, the last harbor of life. As one of the patients, Yan Wenwen met here the pure love of the world, touching, tenderness, parting and miracles. Is it better to defeat death and win life, or to leave warmly and gain new life? Everything is still unknown, but when looking back many years later, Yan Wenwen stood in front of the hospice hospital and looked at the past, and suddenly found the answer...

That day, the family sat in a small restaurant and had their last meal together. Feng Xiaoyong persuaded his father to surrender. Feng Yong was silent for a long time, then walked to Xiao Ai on the opposite side with one leg. He looked at his son, looked at Jingjing with extremely clear eyes, lowered his head and said, "Xiao Ai, I promise my son. But, can you wait for me to come out?" Xiao Ai asked expressionlessly: "Is this a condition for you to surrender?" Feng Yong shook his head: "No, I just think that this family, this family is very important to me, and I don't want to be a superfluous person..." Jingjing blinked her clear eyes and said, "Mom said, there are no superfluous people in this world."

The next days of my life are in this agreement, put on the table, discussed, arranged, and stipulated in black and white. Wang Ruoya thought blankly, full of illusion. She moved her hands to her belly and held them there, as if she could find support. Opposite were brothers Li Liuding and Li Qiding. Wang Ruoya could not keep her eyes on Li Qiding's face. Wang Ruoya was squeezed between her mother and her husband Chen Shi. She didn't know if she could still call him her husband. On the other side of Chen Shi was his mother, who didn't know if she could still call him her mother-in-law. There are agreements, pens and ink pads on the table. Wang Ruoya didn't want to see these things, so she turned her face sideways, but when she saw the marriage certificate on the coffee table, her eyes started to hurt violently. She lowered her head and closed her eyes. The marriage certificate was dangled in front of her face and opened to her, clearly showing: Li Qiding, Wang Ruoya, and a photo of the two of them.

Last summer I got married to Song Xiaozhang, and not long after that, my new father-in-law, Song Mingqing, obtained a senior citizen certificate. My sister did it for him. My sister Wu Liuhui, what's the benefit of being a child? She worries about her brother first. Even if she catches an ant, she has to break off two legs for me. After graduating from college, she was assigned to work in the neighborhood committee under the Hejiatu Office in Zhuzhou City. When she was in charge of family planning, she brought condoms to me as soon as she came to Changsha. I couldn't afford them, so she secretly stuffed them into the pockets of male compatriots at every friend gathering. I am sorry for this paragraph); when she was in charge of cleaning, she would bring me rat poison and put a spoonful of it at every corner inside and outside the house. Those rat poisons were all fragrant and colorful fried rice. Every time I passed the corner, I wanted to turn myself into a mouse.

After five years of absence, Dean's 2019 novel transformation masterpiece won the People's Literature Award for Novel! A street witnesses the dream-seeking life of a generation of people who are intertwined with love and desire and are unwilling to accept their fate. On the laptop in front of Zhu Lingjing, a huge butterfly filled the screen. Below is a very provocative slogan: "You wave your little wings and stir up huge waves in the Pacific Ocean in the distance." This is the investment project "Fengdie" she is investigating for the company. The founder of the project is a singer with a background in talent shows, his name is Guan Jingheng. "I want to turn fans into a real profession." Guan Jingheng said, "Every little girl waving a light stick will have the power to influence the idol's career and even her destiny." It is a love story between adults in the city today. This heart-warming novel of 170,000 words breaks the illusion of "love" and "success". Love usually happens between unwilling people. If you are willing to do anything, there is no need to fall in love.

The moon has not yet set, floating lightly on the aqua blue window glass like a thin piece of ice. In the golden autumn and August, the rich fragrance of ripe crops permeates the fields and villages. There is a sense of joy of harvest, a sense of sadness of ending, and a sense of eternal solemnity, all of which are floating quietly in the moonlight. One of the woman's hands lay in the darkness where the moonlight could not reach, groping to turn on the light. The strong incandescent light shone on the man's dark Chinese face, and his swollen eyelids trembled and cracked. The son sleeping in the other bed also felt the stimulation of the light, but he stubbornly held on to the dream, turned over unwillingly, turned his back to the light, and tried to relive the dream interrupted by the light: a large green-skinned pear, a bright room, and he was the only one in the room.

When Sun Meiying returned to Dazhaozhuang, she was already 41 years old. Counting on my fingers, it has been 16 years since I left home. She watched her sons, Zhao Guoqiang and Zhao Guofu, waving their hoe to dig out a section of the wall, and it felt unreal. When she left, her two sons were still suffering from runny noses, but now they are both strong young men. She touched her face unconsciously. Her skin became thicker and wrinkles spread thinly on her face. Time is not forgiving! Sun Meiying lost her father when she was young. Within two years, her mother left her and remarried. When she was 18 years old, her eldest brother decided to marry her to Zhao Liansheng of Dazhaozhuang.

Things always have pros and cons. An's detachment expanded, but its personnel also began to become complex. Among them, some did have patriotic feelings and sincerely wanted to join the army to fight the war; some could not bear the harassment and bullying by the Japanese and had to come out just to find a place to hang out; others were bandits in the past, but later "washed their hands in a golden basin", and this time they thought of getting an official position in the guerrilla detachment in order to make a comeback in the future. For example, Li Lifa, the captain of the Third Squadron, had served under the big bandit Liu Guitang a long time ago. He was very brave in fighting and was unambiguous in his bad deeds. As mentioned before, one time, because of work problems, he was so angry that he slapped the instructor Shao Minglun.

On the third day of the first lunar month, when all the families were immersed in the strong New Year celebrations, Hong's second brother and second sister-in-law sent their mother to the city and to Hong's home. The second sister-in-law was thin and dark-skinned, and her eyes rolled around when she spoke. Her natal family is in southern Shaanxi, and she met her second brother when he went out to work. The second sister-in-law said that her father had been involved in a car accident while working and was lying in the hospital, dying. The second brother said that his son-in-law had not been to his father-in-law's house for five years, and there was no way he could be justified in not going back this time. Privately, he mysteriously said to Hong, "I want to follow my wife for such a long journey. If she decides not to come back, who cares about the two babies." After the couple hurriedly finished talking, they left their mother to Hong, and then got on the train carrying large and small bags.

My grandfather's life is full of legends. My grandfather's life is full of legends. For example, he became a member of the CCP's underground party organization in Peiping as early as 1935, and was a member of the "December 9" He was a key member of a series of student movements such as the "December 16th Movement", but he inexplicably lost contact with his organization only after 1967, and was shut out of the party for life; for example, he was a major figure in the anti-Japanese armed struggle in Fenyang, Anyi, Wenxi and other counties in Shanxi. Leader, but in some later party history materials, his name was nowhere to be found; for another example, many of his comrades and subordinates later became high-ranking officials of the CCP, and became great writers, translators and thinkers, but he has been lingering in the same place and unable to take a step forward.

Hong Xiaofu still wanted to stay in the county town for a few more days, but his father's funeral was over. On a cold November day, the funeral was uneventful. He wants to stay and arrange a job for his father's nanny Wu Xiaofen. Although this was Hong Dafu's matter, Hong Xiaofu did not dare to be careless because he was not very confident about his brother. Also, and perhaps for a more important reason, Hong Xiaofu really wanted to recall his father's life at this time. My father stayed in this county from the time he started working until his death. During the Cultural Revolution, he went to the countryside and took refuge in Yandeng Village for a short period of time. Hong Xiaofu's plan is to follow his father's footsteps. To him, there has always been something mysterious about his father, Hong Zhiming. This is a small town. In such a small county, if you take a train or car and run for a whole day, you will find a lot. Trains on the Handan Line or cars driving on National Highway 316 are everywhere along the way.

Shanxi has a long history and rich cultural resources, and is the cradle of Chinese civilization. As an important cultural window for Shanxi, this magazine promotes Shanxi, promotes the development of Shanxi's cultural resources, and is bound to do its part to implement the strategy of strengthening the province through culture. This issue specially introduces the famous writer Zhou Zongqi's long documentary masterpiece "Watching Lu Salt", which means this. Luyan is one of the earliest salt species used by humans. It is an "ancient and unique treasure of the same age as the Chinese nation." "The smoke from the south wind can relieve our people's anger; the south wind can help our people's wealth." For thousands of years, Lu salt has had a significant impact on people's lives, social progress, and economic development, and it has also formed a unique Lu salt culture. Luyan is the heritage of Hedong civilization, the heritage of Chinese civilization, and the heritage of human civilization. Time cannot wait for the understanding and development of this heritage.

Singing a song of "Xintianyou", there are two "blue flowers", old and new. The profound regional culture, rich customs of northern Shaanxi, fantastic story structure, and cold critical spirit constitute the unique artistic charm of "Blue Flowers in Handcuffs". The ups and downs of life, persistent pursuit of life and natural noble humanity of women in northern Shaanxi are like folk songs on the loess land, touching the heart and soul. Yan Xiaoyang, who killed her husband, walked out of the prison's iron gate. Even though she is a criminal, even though she has been detained in a strict prison for a long time, even though the cold handcuffs are on her wrists, she is still so outstanding, still so confident, and still so charming...

The entire carriage surged forward unbalanced and then flipped backwards. A male passenger's voice was abnormally sharp. His feet were almost punctured by a female passenger's high heels. He roared, saying that there would definitely be swelling there that would not go away in three days. Following his voice, someone discovered that the male passenger was not exaggerating at all. The lady standing next to him did have high heels and looked like they were made of metal. At the same time, all kinds of accusations, questions, and complaints penetrated the crowds and reached the ears of the conductor. If the bus broke down and broke down midway, this kind of thing would be easily accepted by passengers, because they could get off the bus, transfer to another bus, or take a taxi to reach their destination. But in the culvert, nothing is possible except waiting patiently. The conductor had to get down from his seat, squeeze into the driver's passenger seat, open the window and look forward, and then loudly announced, "A vicious accident has occurred ahead.

One Sunday morning, my college classmate Li Hui came to visit me. My wife and our daughter went to her parents' house in the country for the weekend yesterday, and I happened to be home alone. Where are the younger siblings? What about Yoyo? Li Hui yelled as soon as he entered the door. Back to the countryside, Lao Li, let's go downstairs to the Xiangwei Restaurant for a few drinks at noon. I said. Li Hui and I went to the same university in the provincial capital. After graduation, we returned to work in the urban area of ​​Jiazhou together. I haven't seen Li Hui for more than half a year. I'm really happy that he came to see me today. In my memory, Li Hui only came to this house on the wedding day of Haitang and I. Lao Li and I have attended each other's weddings, met each other's wives, and know their names.

Zhang Qin met Li Qinghe, a surgeon at the Third Hospital of the Medical University, by chance. How could a beautiful woman like her, who was also a dancing and singing artist, get to know a surgeon with a cold face and lack of enthusiasm and warmth? Li Qinghe is tall, fair-skinned, not exactly handsome, but he does have some temperament. This was the first impression left on Zhang Qin when the two met. But sometimes things just happen to develop in the opposite direction, and the more you don't want it, the more things will happen. At the birthday dinner of a good girlfriend, Li Qinghe sat next to Zhang Qin. This middle-aged man had an astonishing capacity for drinking. He drank three glasses of 60-proof pure grain wine and still had to top up the glass in front of him. After drinking, Li Qinghe still spoke little and kept smoking.

When she was eight years old, Zhang Ting moved from the countryside to a small ancient county called Wulin as her parents were transferred to work. At that time, the government dormitory compound was in an old-fashioned compound in the eastern suburbs of the city. There is a strange name in that area, called Guanyin Dun, because there is a huge and nearly 500-year-old hackberry tree in the creek not far from the gate of our courtyard. The courtyard is in a quiet deep alley, with black plum trees as high as the courtyard wall on both sides of the alley. It's summer, and there's often a thin man selling sour plum soup at the alley. His hoarse voice shouts slowly, "Sour plum soup, sour plum soup, drink sour plum soup!" One end of the load is a dishwashing bucket filled with water, and the other end is a wooden bucket filled with sour plum soup. There is a red painted disk on top, with a circle of small bowls and condiment bottles placed on it.

They never thought that when they were over fifty, there would be a "sun debate" between them - "You come down first, the ground is cool." "You bring some water up first, I am thirsty." "I asked you to come down to drink water, who told you to be so close to the sun." "It has nothing to do with the sun, the fried pork with garlic sprouts eaten in the morning was too salty." "It has nothing to do with the fried pork with garlic sprouts, you Look up, the sun is as big as the plate now, and it won't be as big as the stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts until the evening. "That's your boss's evil intention to deduct food expenses." "Hurry up, if the boss sees it, we won't even be able to eat the garlic sprouts." The sky in the morning is like a piece of metal that has been heated to blue-gray.

While Yu Sheng was on the phone, I was filing photos on the second floor of the photo studio. Downstairs, a color printer was at work. The voice was like a beast that was ready to go, like it was trying to escape from the hard work of the day. That was our unspoken secret. I grabbed some clothes and planned to rush to Gu Yusheng's house. After getting dressed, I glanced at the mirror and realized that I looked more and more like her. I was conflicted and disgusted. If Yu Sheng were by my side, he would definitely grab my hand and say to me, I am still by your side. I think that not only do I have Lu Qing's skin, but I am also probably as invulnerable to poison as she is. Lu Qing's name, along with my memory, were all blocked by my own hands when I stood on the podium and asked my classmates to use a razor blade to cut off the column for my mother's phone number in the address book.

"A woman who can only cry makes people feel pity and disgust, while a woman who cannot cry makes people feel evil and fear. Marriage is like a black hole. Once you fall in, there is no possibility of escape." This love novel from a newcomer in literature is so real that it makes people's hearts tremble, and it is so cruel that it makes people heartbroken. After reading, you have to face the current marital status of most people in life that we are familiar with, and ask yourself: Are you confident in your married life? Around the seventh year of marriage, Miao Zizhu discovered that she could no longer cry. You may think that not crying is nothing, but what happened to Miao Zizhu was a big deal. That day, Lin Qiusheng dropped the azalea she picked from the mountain, and the petals were shattered at the feet of the two of them, leaving them speechless. The water flowed all over the place, and the vase was shattered into pieces. But she didn't make any noise. Not only did she not make any noise, she also found a broom to clean the battlefield.

Huiyuan Printing and Dyeing Company is located next to the North Ring Road of the Great City. Although General Manager Ling Gang has just turned thirty, he already has 20 million private assets. At this moment, he drove his black Mercedes-Benz car steadily to the garage, got out of the car, and went straight to the workshop. His workshop is tall and spacious, and two 100-meter-long flat screen printing machines are constantly printing beautifully designed colorful patterns on white cloth. He saw that the technical director he hired, Jiang Changfu, was carefully inspecting the cloth at one end of the flat screen, so he asked: "Director Jiang, have the Wuxi cloths been printed?" Jiang Changfu turned his face and saw that it was Ling Gang. He stood up and said, "Well, Mr. Ling is here. The Wuxi cloths have just been printed. , Are printing the batch of cloth in Guangzhou." Ling Gang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's dark, haven't you eaten yet? Come and have a drink with me at the restaurant at the door." He saw Jiang Changfu wiping the black oil on his hands with cotton gauze and followed him, knowing that he was also hungry.

I always wonder, does my mother really have no feelings about Zhang Bin stealing wheat? If she felt that speaking for Zhang Bin, wouldn't it be a kind of transaction? Isn't it a deal to rule it out if you don't feel it? She was so sure it was Li Fu. Was it more out of hope and imagination like me searching my pocket? She forced her brother to take the college entrance examination. In addition to her trust in knowledge, did she know that her brother had discovered what happened? Why did she do that? Was it due to a woman's instinct or her true love for a knowledgeable work team leader?

That night the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, it was like mercury pouring down the ground. Like every day for the 365 days, the captain climbed up the ladder to the room and coughed twice loudly, like a full set of bronze-hammered painted faces on the Peking Opera stage coughing and shouting. The captain of our production team is called Qi Heixiao. Captain Qi put his hands in the shape of a trumpet and turned around and shouted: "Attention, attention. The male and female members of the team are coming to the team headquarters for a meeting. We have important things to say!" Over and over again, Captain Qi's voice was pure, broad and bright, no less than that of Yang Xiaolou and Yuan Shihai, the masters of Peking opera with colorful faces, and the tail notes could be heard for miles. The farmers are really pitiful. They study Dazhai during the day and study politics at night. At that time, we were either called commune members, people's commune members, or sunflowers; or we were called poor and lower-middle peasants. Chairman Mao said that we should receive re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants, and we were not called farmers.

The story of the marriage between the second generation of officials and the second generation of rich people. Old wine is put in new bottles, and the familiar arranged marriage era of "parents' orders and matchmaker's words" has reopened. Can young people's resistance change the fate of their families and themselves? One main course and two dishes: grilled salmon and sea cucumber roasted with green onion. Four vegetarian dishes: stir-fried asparagus, okra in Japanese sauce, stir-fried celery and lily, and mustard fungus. One type of soup: vegetarian shark's fin, one cup per person, packed in a small red pumpkin. There are two staple foods: gold and silver rice and linseed oil and multigrain steamed buns. The dishes are exquisite and beautiful, with reasonable meat and vegetables, low in fat, low in calories and crude fiber, which is in line with the concept of healthy dinner. And, of course, red wine. The one I'm driving tonight is Little Lafite. My mother is a person who pays attention to the quality of life. She goes abroad several times a year in search of delicious food and wine. She selects the red wine at home from wineries around the world.

The old roots of the Jia family performed ceremonies in Yangcheng. From the time when my father-in-law passed away to the death of my mother-in-law twenty years later, I went to the funeral ceremony several times and visited the Jia family's ancestral graves. After visiting the grave, I returned to the village and visited the Jia family's old house with everyone. The tomb site was naturally privately owned back then. According to national tax regulations, as long as taxes are paid according to the land area, the government will never interfere with anyone who wants to occupy the land to bury their ancestors. The ancestral grave of the Jia family, the ancestor Li was the first to be buried here, Shuyungong. It seems to have a history of hundreds of years. Compared with the land where crops are grown, graveyards have a more unusual meaning to people.

Marriage should be an adventure that allows people to "try and make mistakes." Marriage is a major event in life. Get to know each other before marriage, be intimate with each other, and vow to each other. After marriage, we should take good care of each other and coordinate with each other. I only hope that we can grow old together forever. Even so, due to personality incompatibility, the relationship eventually breaks down and the work is separated. There are many reasons. It is also common for one spouse to die and the surviving spouse to remarry. The remarriage of a person who has been married before is called "marriage reorganization." After all, marriage reorganization is a life experience for a few people. For outsiders, it has become a concept that tests the imagination. In this regard, some people have a bit of unattainable envy; some people have somewhat ambiguous associations.

"Taishan Taishui" is a long non-fiction work recently completed by the writer Mr. Zhang Shishan, with a total of 200,000 words. The rise and fall of a family, the ups and downs of a father, the ups and downs of a mother, twelve children with different surnames and their life trajectories. Family history is an organic component of national history, and personal joys and sorrows hide the code of national destiny. Zhang Shishan once stood out among the writers of the "Rise of the Jin Army" in the 1980s with his impressive achievements in novel creation. His language style was praised by critics as "the true biography of Zhao Shuli", which is accurate, expressive and full of interest. This non-fiction work can not only show the depth of the writer's accumulation of thoughts and life, but also appreciate the smooth and vivid narrative style of the novel at that time. This magazine excerpts the exciting parts and publishes them in three issues for a sneak peek. The whole book will be published by Beiyue Literature and Art Publishing House, so stay tuned.

Li Zhongmin, a bachelor in his thirties, rode a motorcycle to the entrance of the village and stopped to wait for Lao Pi and Xiaochun. He's here first every morning. The three of them gathered at the entrance of the village and went to the county seat together. Recently they were painting walls at a construction site, leaving in the morning and coming back in the evening. Walking to the hillside outside the village, I saw a woman picking melons in Li Zhongmin's melon field. It is said to be a melon field, but it is actually a small area opened up in the crop field, which is divided into two parts. You don't grow melons for sale, you grow them for your own consumption. Most of the folks are like this. Lao Pi glanced into the melon field: "It's that rotten woman Liu Yeqing." Xiaochun said to Li Zhongmin: "Look at her picking melons in your field. Go up and fuck her." Li Zhongmin smiled shyly and said nothing. However, when he saw a beautiful woman picking melons in his field, he felt a little happy and satisfied.

There is a slope in Longdongping, my hometown, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with many lacquer trees growing in the middle. People call it Lacquer Bay. Deep in Lacquer Bay, there is a rocky hill surrounded by a stone wall. In the center of the rocky hill is a barren land with an area of ​​less than ten square meters. There is no vegetation or trees growing there yet, and it is very hard and exposed, like an eye staring at the sky that will never be willing to close. This barren land is the place where my great-aunt Jingu Azhi, five generations removed, was burned. The stone wall outside the incineration site was a protective wall built by her uncle, my grandfather, who was separated by three generations, to shield her soul from the cold wind and prevent her from being allergic to lacquer. When my grandfather was five years old, his parents died and he was adopted by his cousin. My aunt and my grandfather are the same age. They grew up together, herding sheep and working together. They have a very deep relationship. They are called uncle and nephew, but they are actually brother and sister.

When my mother went to my grandpa's house, my grandpa hadn't come back yet. There is only one old aunt in the family, Amiao Niang, who has been with my grandmother for many years, and she is preparing dinner in the kitchen. Although the windows at home are bright and clean, since my grandmother passed away, my mother has rarely returned to her natal home where her mother has been gone. "Mr. Tao will come back as soon as he takes a break. I got a call two days ago, saying that the second lady is coming back today to have dinner with daddy. Look at the second lady -" A Miao Niang picked up a bowl and brought it to her mother. "The live chickens just killed in the small market this morning are fresh! You can get them!" Dad said that the second lady likes drunken chicken the most, and I have been soaking it in Shaoxing flower carvings for several hours. There are also fried rice cakes, braised bamboo shoots in oil, and fried eels, all of which are your favorite side dishes." A Miao Niang's words gave this lifeless family a ray of warmth.

In the small Dibao market on the edge of Xuecheng, a bad place commonly known as "cheeky", a beauty like my cousin came out. The "cheeky" area is a small market, where itinerant merchants and hawkers often set up stalls on the ground, idle gangsters form gangs, and gangs of troublemakers are caught in large numbers. Their special skills are to attract cats and dogs, eat and drink together, grab things, intercept girls, fish them out at will, and risk their lives! None of these scoundrels, stinky scoundrels, and libertines dare to mess with my cousin.

The funeral call came at midnight. At that time, her husband was high-spirited and prepared to have a romantic relationship with her. My husband went to the provincial capital to attend an academic conference. He stayed there for seven days and rushed home in the evening, dusty and dusty. As the saying goes, a little separation is better than a new marriage. Between their eyebrows, both of them had that idea. So, as soon as the job was done, the husband stood up, wiped his mouth and said, "I'm going to refresh myself first, and you quickly feed her and put her to sleep. We still have to go to class!" - This is a slang that the two of them learned from a text message. It is said that a couple used "going to class" as a code word for sex. One day, while the husband was having a fierce battle at the mahjong table, his wife sent him a message asking him to go home and take classes. The husband replied: "Study tonight and make up classes tomorrow morning." The next morning, the husband returned home in triumph. I yelled to my wife: "Hurry up and make up the lessons!" My wife smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I already hired a tutor last night!"

Meng Fei never dreamed that in her bright and warm mood, which was as bright as the spring sunshine in March, there would suddenly be a thunderbolt in the clear sky. Before that, who didn't envy Mengfei's perfectly nourishing life, and why wasn't Mengfei enjoying it? Everything happened on a really bright March day. That day, Mengfei Water Company announced a meeting of all employees, and then announced the decision that employees had been clamoring for for many years to build a fund-raising house in a prime location in the city that is hard to buy for a lot of money. A prepayment of RMB 10,000 is required on the day of announcement, otherwise it will be deemed as automatic abandonment. As soon as the meeting started, everyone was caught off guard. Excited, complaining, sad-faced, confused, all kinds of complex expressions and vivid facial makeup appeared on the stage. However, no one could care to look at each other. The chaotic crowd made the place look like a madhouse to outsiders.

Huo Xiaobao was found in the river outside the village. Some children who were playing together by the river suddenly discovered that their little treasure was missing, so they ran back to the village like crazy to call for adults. At that time, the sunset was spread on the river. The bright red color was like thick blood, flowing slowly and silently, making tiny waves, as if the death of a child had nothing to do with it. After hearing the news, people rushed to the river and fished the little treasure out of the river. Xiaobao's mother, Wang Yongmei, was crying and crying while holding her wet little body. She scratched desperately on the river beach with one hand until her fingers bled. Xiaobao's father Huo Linzhou squatted aside, his head buried in his crotch, holding his hair with both hands, trembling all over, tears falling silently, soaking the river beach at his feet. The sheep returning to the pen came along the river beach and bleated. The sound was like a child acting coquettishly to its mother.

In the spring when Qin Xiaoyi turned sixteen, she started working in a big city. Her home is on the Hulun Buir League prairie, and her parents are herdsmen. The dozens of cattle and sheep at home only solve the problem of food and clothing. If there is a drought or heavy snowfall, cattle and sheep will most likely starve to death. Food for a family of six has become a problem. The younger brothers and sisters still have to study. It was when a natural disaster occurred three years ago that Qin Xiaoyi left her third-grade junior high school class and followed her hometown people to the city with blue sea and blue sky, carrying a flowering quilt on her back. Qin Xiaoyi came to the city and worked as a worker on the assembly line of a clothing company. When I first came, I was just an apprentice. I worked overtime every day and the salary was not high. But she works hard, hoping to be like her master, who can earn more than 4,000 yuan a month from 1,500 yuan a month after becoming an apprentice.

Yang Nianqing fell in love with a jadeite with a price of 5,800 yuan. She picked it up and turned it around according to the light in the room. The emerald is crystal clear, like a deep green pool, rippling with alluring green light. The cousin took the piece of jade from her hand and put it back on the shelf. She said disdainfully, "You don't need to look at this." This is not a good thing. Yang Nianqing was very surprised, why is it not a good thing? So green, without any blemishes. You don't understand! That's not A product! If it was really a good product, how could it be priced at 5,800 yuan? The cousin put down the jade in her hand and took Yang Nianqing's left hand, palm down. She held Yang Nianqing's left hand with her right hand, pinched it hard at the first joint of her thumb, and pinched it again. She was happy and said that the bones in your hand were so soft, you might be able to wear this little bracelet from my store.

Li Chenggong hadn't heard a woman talk about being a housewife for many years. He trembled in his heart, and something warm came up. But he never expected that as soon as he opened a spring of warmth in his heart, someone would push a piece of ice into it. The person who stuffed ice into Li Chenggong's fountain of happiness was an old man named Captain Zhang. He was sallow, thin, and haggard. He was brought in by his son. Li Chenggong had known him for decades. Captain Zhang and his son came to settle accounts with Li Chenggong. That morning, Li Chenggong, who was not yet proficient in driving skills, spent a lot of effort to reverse the new car that had been driven for a week. Opening the car door and stepping out, his eyes burst into tears from the strong sunlight. "Dad is here." My daughter Xiaoyu smiled brightly and continued to work on her medical records.

I went to the firewood garden to look at the firewood. Chai Cao Yuan is the most magnificent house in this old alley. My father bought it from the grandson of a businessman named Chai at a large price and gave Chai Cao a place to live. Fifty years ago, my father abandoned the compound together with the firewood and never came back to see it again. This is my first time here. The person who opened the door was a woman in her forties, the daughter of my aunt Chai Cao who she later recognized as an illustrator. I should call her sister. This painter sister speaks softly and walks softly. She gives me the feeling that she doesn't like to talk and doesn't want others to talk to her.

The beautiful scenery of Itacun in Hunan is also called Xiaxiang. The sun in Xiaxiang always rises and sets with the scattered clouds around it. People in Xia Township say that the Xia in Itakura has a special connection with the sun because there is a Xia girl here - Yang Kaihui. Yang Kaihui was born in the endless red clouds and was born chasing the sun. When she was 29 years old, Miss Xia returned to the sun. This elf, who was originally the sun, was recalled after coming to the world and merged with the sun... Yang Kaihui in 1916 was like a shadow of Mao Zedong. One day, 16-year-old Yang Kaihui happily approached her seniors Xiang Jingyu and Tao Siyong and said that she would take them to watch a trick.

Yang Liwen did not expect that he would live such a life in Wazhuang. Before returning to Wazhuang, he had imagined many plans on how to spend his boring time in Wazhuang. He thought about catching pheasants in the valley, taking a cold bath in the reservoir behind the village, and even running to the mountains behind the house to look far away. He just did not expect that he would play mahjong in the village. Wazhuang is like other villages. Anyone with a little more hair on their body has gone to work in the city outside the mountains. Only the elderly and children are left, making it almost an empty village. Yang Liwen was impatient. He couldn't imagine that he would sit and play mahjong with those slow old people.

According to Hu Kun, the biggest gain from Wang Guozhuang's party consolidation was to overthrow the "king" - Wang Yuyuan. The nickname "King" was secretly given by Hu Kun and others. But the name of the village has long been known from Wang Guozhuang to Wu Guozhuang. The day after party secretary Wang Yuyuan stepped down, Hu Kun came to "congratulate" him. He happily walked into Wang's house and saw Yuyuan sitting at home. After not seeing him for a few days, he seemed to have aged a lot. His black stubble covered half of his face, his eye sockets were sunken, his wrinkles had deepened, and his face, which was originally large enough, was now longer. When he saw Hu Kun coming, he seemed to want to smile, but he didn't laugh, just the muscles on his face moved. Hu Kun ignored this and began to say what he had already thought about: "Uncle Wang, congratulations on finally stepping down! When you were an official, I didn't come to you out of anger. Because my reputation was not good, I was afraid of affecting your promotion. Besides, our shoulders are not even, so it is inconvenient to talk. Now, we are in a higher status, and I am willing to talk to you. I think you have done a great thing for the party..."

On the 59th day after the divorce, I received the news that Uncle Humpty Dumpty had passed away. I finally couldn't control the raging tears and sat alone on a wicker chair and cried loudly. A huge mouse happily crossed the threshold and entered the house. It was startled by my cry and backed away. The next day, I bought a bottle of glutinous rice wine and a box of Korean ginseng, and took the train from Xichong to Dongzhou. Along the way, hills and telephone poles appeared alternately in the window, and the repetitive scenery was just separated from me by a layer of glass. "Can you play the guitar?" Then I realized that the girl sitting opposite me was a college student, with earplugs hanging around her neck. She looked at me with a smile. I wanted to smile politely, but found that my face froze, so I wiped my face with my hand and forced a smile again.