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Zhang Fangmin didn't even get off his bicycle when he entered the alley. Two long and strong legs poked out from under his hot pants and slid over. She thought her driving skills were so good that the handlebar almost hit the arms of old lady No. 2, Who was holding her rice bowl and chatting at the door. The old lady was so frightened that she almost dropped the bowl and shouted at Zhang Fangmin's back: "I'm in a hurry, not like a girl!" The cicadas outside the alley fell silent, and then started making an uproar as if they had gathered enough energy. Zhang Fangmin jumped out of the car lightly at the door of No. 6, Turned the handle of the car, and walked toward the door with the car and the driver. She had already caught a glimpse of four dishes and one soup on the small dining table in front of her house: fried screws, braised hairtail, water spinach, and flat-pointed winter melon soup. My stomach growled. Most of the people in the alley had already had lunch at this point, and as usual, the Zhang family had to wait for their only daughter to come back from the summer intensive English class. She walked through the dark corridor under No. 6 Building and parked her car where the sundries were placed at the bottom of the stairs.

My surname is Pi, and my last name contains the character "Ning". This surname is absolutely rare. In my memory, the only celebrities in the past dynasties are the late Tang poet Pi Rixiu and the founding lieutenant general Pi Dingjun. In my life circle, I have not found another Pi family fan, so I often feel like I am alone. When I was in high school, I even had a fight with my classmates because of this name. My classmates were mean-mouthed, and for a while they would always make pranks on my name. One day, the bell just rang for the self-study class. This guy ran over from behind and shouted loudly in my ear, "Piyanning, just rub it and it will work." After saying that, he ran away. This is a common advertising slogan on TV, which caused the whole class to burst into laughter. I finally couldn't hold it any longer, and I chased him with a flurry of punches and kicks, and the two of them immediately became entangled in a ball.

Every winter, every family in the alley set up an iron stove in the middle of the ground to keep warm with a chimney. A kettle sat on the stove all day long, and when the fire was high, the water boiled; Ding Fusheng brewed a pot of tea leaves, which were bought in advance. She was preparing to entertain guests who came to visit during the Spring Festival. Qingwang's daughter-in-law took the tea cup and said in a weird way: Mom, I said, why are those people who are so energetic and dare to be so polite? No, the tea has been brewed! Jinhu's wife should also join in the fun: Well; otherwise, after all these years, when has the eldest son ever made tea for us? Ding Fusheng said happily: Isn't this the Gregorian New Year! Then he took off his shoes, got on the kang, sat on the plug of the kang table, picked up the tea cup, examined it, and said seriously: I heard that there are stimulants in this tea, so that those who are not upright can drink it.

Su Langlang, who has just turned thirteen, is pregnant. Teacher Hong was extremely shocked. After confirming all the circumstances, she rushed to the student's home as if she was in a hurry. Su Langlang's parents were picking tomatoes on the mountain behind. The large tomato forest on the back mountain is full of fruits, and the fruits are so dazzling that it makes your eyes bright... Su Langlang's parents are picking tomatoes from the branches, putting them into baskets and baskets, and then walking one after another to the huge sun-drying flat at the entrance of the village.

When I was sensible, I began to wonder why my aunt, who was neither beautiful nor well-educated, ended up in Aicheng and married to a powerful person like my uncle. My uncle was a soldier and a battalion commander. After his career change, he worked as the party committee secretary in a factory in Aicheng. He was very tall and had a heroic face. As long as I looked up and saw him, I would feel proud and righteous. At first, my aunt never had children, so they carried me as soon as I was weaned. Later, my aunt gave birth to a daughter. I was worried that my aunt would return me to Qin Village, but she didn't. From then on, I always called my aunt mom, my uncle dad, my dad uncle, and my mom aunt. During the summer vacation when I was six years old, I was sent back to Qin Village for the first time.

Qin Ge really didn't expect that she would be assigned to the Municipal Finance Bureau. As a technical secondary school student in a finance school, her family was in a rural area and she had no roots. She never dreamed that she would be assigned to such a good unit. The Finance Bureau is a powerful and powerful unit. Qinge doesn't know which stick of incense he burned to be assigned to such a good unit. However, people didn't seem to envy her luck. Some even pouted at her and said, "Do you know why you were assigned to such a good unit?" Someone has taken a fancy to you and wants you to be the daughter-in-law of a high official! These words shocked Qin Ge. The daughter-in-law of a high official? Which official has taken a fancy to me? Qin Ge was confused and couldn't figure out where these words came from. Qin Ge was still stunned, like a lump on an elm tree. Someone further reminded me: Didn't you know that someone came to choose a concubine that time? First there was a plenary meeting, and then we talked to several female classmates separately.

During those years when I was wandering in Butterfly Alley, when I was walking on Liucheng Street, many people would stop and nod and bend like a pug to greet me: "Hello, Master Gu." I yawned and walked away, and those people would point behind me again. Even if I didn't listen, I knew what they were going to say. They were saying: "This prodigal son, the Gu family will be defeated sooner or later by him." I heard this but pretended not to hear it. I said: "Master, I can afford to be defeated." Then I said to the little bell behind me: "You are not a prodigal, you are a romantic." When I walked to Butterfly Lane on Liucheng West Street, before I even reached the brothel, a group of girls in red clothes and green trousers with heavy makeup came up to me.

Today, my head was hit hard by a bald friend. If the bald friend still hit me with chalk like usual, the situation wouldn't be so bad. Today, Bald Peng's chalk is not rich. Before class, he found that there was only one piece of chalk left on the desk, so he asked Xiao Liang to get a box. Xiao Liang came back after a long time and said that he could not find Teacher Mei. We all know that the chalk is placed in the big cabinet in the laboratory, and the key is in Teacher Mei's hand. If Teacher Mei cannot be found, it means that the chalk cannot be obtained. Bald Peng had to use the only piece of chalk in class. When he tried to hit me, only half of the chalk was left. He was a little reluctant to give up. According to his habit, the chalk he throws out will not be picked up again. So he chose a blackboard eraser. His technique of beating up his friends is top-notch. Of the four teachers in the school, he was the most accurate. My sister once told me that four years ago, Tu Peng was not good at throwing chalk. He often missed and hit the wrong target.

The Spring Festival is the annual "return day" for migrant workers. Have you noticed the female faces crowded in the crowd returning home? They have also worked hard outside for a whole year, and the labor intensity is no less than that of men. They also miss their children and their hometown, but are the same expectations and enthusiasm waiting for them in their hometown? If we hadn't lived across the wall for many years, if her appearance hadn't been so deeply impressed in my mind, I couldn't believe that this was my second sister-in-law. She wore a blood-red bat shirt on her upper body and a pair of snow-white suit shorts on her lower body. The snow-white neck is exposed on the top, and the delicate thighs are exposed on the bottom. You can't imagine how such a fair and dewy woman could grow in a remote valley in western Henan. Her long hair is black and shiny, like a waterfall.

Luya walked bored on the streets of this city. She felt like a lonely passerby among the people coming and going. She was not, there was the person she was looking for on the edge of this city, Lhasa. This was her second time here. The last time should be regarded as a sweet and intoxicating memory. But now, everything is about to end. When she wakes up, her tears will clean the road she walked. The early summer sunshine pours in without any hindrance. The white light spread everywhere on the plateau, squinting the eyes that looked far away, and the skin was licked like the pain of touching a soldering iron. Most of the people on the street were wearing sun umbrellas and sunglasses, and they all looked tired, walking back and forth between the many cars that were stumbling forward end to end.

Many years ago, the "thin waist canal" my grandma called me blocked my brother and I from secretly going to the county town, but it could not stop us from dreaming of leaving the mountain village. The ignorant child at that time finally escaped from his hometown and went to the more exciting and broader world outside. Later, he finally established a foothold in the city, learned to speak fluent Mandarin, and learned to survive in the city. He seemed to be more like a city person than a city person. I slowly eliminated the tiny evidence that the village had left in my life, and transplanted myself to the city. However, the few root ends I left in the village did not rot into mud with the autumn leaves. They are still living thinly, causing me pain from time to time. On those moon-stained nights, they cried out in pain softly and shrilly in desolate and lonely corners. I was in Xianyang, more than a hundred kilometers away, with my ears close to the night, watching them appear in detail in my meshed hearing system.

When I was in the third grade of Mingde Primary School in Xiaguan, I happened to catch up with the three-year difficult period in the 1960s, and I was so hungry that I felt dizzy all day long. The food supplied by the state was not enough, and almost everything edible inside and outside the small town was eaten, including leaves, bark, grass roots and even a kind of white mud called Guanyin soil. I still remember the taste of Guanyin soil. It is slightly astringent and sticky in the mouth. You can't take it out after eating it. It gives your intestines and stomach a feeling of fullness that everything is ready for me. Many people die silently in this happy feeling of fullness. The dead man was as skinny as a stick, his belly swollen like a translucent balloon, and his green intestines could be seen inside, lying silently in the bright sunshine. At that time, I was young and ignorant. I was only worried that his belly would be burned in the sun, but I didn't know that he had lost his life. But the belly of the living must be filled.

I remember that when I was in middle school, there was an article in our Chinese language book called "My Uncle Jules". The person who wrote this article was called "Maupassant". I remember that he also wrote a novel called "The Necklace". Why did I suddenly remember a text after so many years? This is because I think of my uncle. Maupassant's "uncle" was named Yule, and my uncle was named Yu Le. Interesting? It sounds about the same. Yule was doing lowly things on the cruise ship, and was so depressed that even his relatives were unwilling to come forward to recognize him. My uncle wasn't much better. Although his name is Yu Le, his life is not happy at all. There may be many reasons for his unhappiness, but I know that the most important thing is that he married a beautiful woman as his wife. --Isn't this just a good deal after getting a bargain? No, absolutely not.

The rice pagoda is located in the deep mountains of Pu'er City, Yunnan Province, with an altitude of more than 1,760 meters. This is the origin of Jinggu Dabai Tea, with a cultivation history of more than 400 years. In July 2006, Don Juan, who was in his 30s, climbed up to the Tea Mountain Yangtze Pagoda and began his own journey of growing organic tea. He did everything by himself and experienced the bitterness and joy of labor. Now his tea garden has reached a certain scale. While he was studying and taking care of the tea garden, don Juan took the time to go to the Internet cafe in the town to write some words about the tea garden. After building the small wooden building on April 21, 2007, we moved into Chashan. This is a deserted land far away from the villages, surrounded by dense forests and gurgling springs under the garden. Then several groups of migrant workers were invited to dig trenches and canals. They also built a large pond and cesspit, then built a sheep pen, bought sheep and chickens, and carried out infrastructure construction while selecting and breeding tea seedlings.

The moon rose to the top of the Western Mountain and slowly fell downwards. The silver light on the ground began to fade away, but the morning star in the sky became more conspicuous. Qin Ying was holding a flat travel bag and looking up at the sky. He saw that the sky in the east was about to open up, and the scattered clouds were slowly moving away, like puddles of tofu scattered by children. This third-class station is still dilapidated. The paint on the iron railings at the exit is peeling off, and several broken windows in the waiting room are scrawled with plastic paper. But what surprised Qin Ying was that there were two iron billboards in the small square in front of the station, one about high-quality rabbit breeds and the other about electronic components. Although the language is old-fashioned and the design is clumsy, especially the rabbit with a ferocious face, like an eye-catching white-fronted tiger that has come to collect debts, the sudden appearance of a new thing like a billboard still made Qin Ying stop involuntarily.

The white-haired witch married the beautiful car driver on a certain day in July as scheduled. After the start of the third year of high school, except in the teaching building, the beautiful woman with the big belly was always beside the white-haired witch. The woman's proud smile was also extremely moist, as if she was confessing to the world that her husband's lower body was still majestic. Her big belly and moist smile are all the result of her husband's lower body. It seems that the white-haired witch's organs have not been damaged at all by Hong Min. How indestructible that organ was compared to the active flower heart in his chest. Recently, the deputy director of education retired, and the school is considering promoting a successor from among the high school teachers.

On the bank of Yi River in the hinterland of Yimeng Mountain. The sixth and seventh months of the lunar calendar every year are often the most miserable scenes for the grassroots Kangxi. Kangxi rode his motorcycle down a hillside. The slope was the famous Guanzhuang Slope. The slope was very long, five or six miles long. In order to save fuel, Kangxi simply turned off the engine and let the car slide down freely. The road is a newly paved asphalt road, clean and smooth, and the motorcycle moves forward smoothly, which is really enjoyable. At the bottom of the slope, the car slowed down. Kangxi controlled the car, got out of the car with his legs turned, freed his body, stood on the roadside and peed. I felt this urination as soon as I left the county town, and I kept holding it in for thirty or forty miles. Kangxi fully realized the joy of peeing to his heart's content and couldn't help but scream a few times. Not far away there was an old man and three sheep, moving in the direction of Kangxi.

The first time he broke into her life, he brought the breath of wind and snow to her face, attacking and cold. The first thing that came into her sight was the TV station he worked for, which had a satellite signal in a small town in Changbai Mountain in the northeast. Hong Kong, where they work, is like a legend to the small town in Changbai Mountain where she lives, a distant, charming, puzzling and colorful legend. She, a girl at the foot of Changbai Mountain, was born in the small town lovingly guarded by Changbai Mountain, went to primary school and middle school, and gradually grew into an obedient girl with tall head, long black hair, white skin, round face, and big eyes. Her eyes are unique to Pisces people. They are dark and watery, with clear black and white. When she smiles, the smile in her eyes is like a small fish swimming, and you can see the splashing water.

At around six o'clock in the morning, Liu Guangdong stood on the scaffolding. Before the air has spread, they lie on the corner bricks lying quietly, covering the entire blue color, appearing as furry and solidified white, waiting for the warm power to drive them away. The plaster knife in Liu Guangdong's hand made a loud sound. He shouted to a group of people squatting in the corner lazily basking in the sun: Hey, hey, hey, mix the mortar quickly, pick up the mortar and throw the bricks up! The crowd trembled slightly, and Liu Guangdong saw a face move out of the crowd, lift it up, and smile charmingly at him. Jinhua, don't be like them and fetch water to mix the mortar, okay? Liu Guangdong returned a smile to that smiling face.

When I got in the car, I looked back and saw a crossroads. There were some melon seed shells and sugar cane peels on the ground. I saw Xiao Nan in yellow clothes eating melon seeds and laughing. She went out last year and came back this year. When she went out, I hadn't gone out yet. Alas, I haven't gone out. Isn't this the first time? But I knew I had to get out sooner or later. It's too late to leave now. My little fan has been out for several years, and she is several years younger than me. At first they went to Guangdong, then to Beijing, then to Zhengzhou, and now they go everywhere.

I don't know whether it was the mountain breeze that turned the strawberries red, or the sun that made them red. Anyway, the strawberries in N County this year were particularly delicious-the deliciousness with the smell of the sun and the smell of the wind intoxicated everyone who got close to it. The N County Government simply held a huge strawberry festival, attracting visitors from all over the world. That day, people hung up warm banners and slogans at the highway entrances leading to all directions: In this beautiful April, go to the place where the strawberries are ripe! Nowadays, all festivals in China are filled with huge crowds of people. Needless to say, the N County Strawberry Festival is so lively and crowded. We must pay attention to this group of strawberry-picking sisters led by Hao Xueyan, a salesperson at the Municipal Post Office. They are a group of women around forty years old. They are not so gorgeous and not so delicate, but they are holding small baskets and laughing happily in the strawberry stall. They are as lovable as the strawberries on the vine.

Some people believe that Cai Wuwei is a mistress in Shenzhen. Although she has a bad background, she really exists and no one can erase it. Chen Sinian was a villager in Caiwuwei back then and a resident of the special zone after the urbanization of the countryside. Our incident happened in the seventh year after Chen Sinian became An's stepmother. At dusk that day, An Ran's admission notice floated into Chen Sinian's eyes from mid-air. Chen Sinian was so excited that she could not speak. She felt that if she waited a little longer, she would explode or fall to the ground. She wanted her tears to flow freely, because under the training of her stepmother, Anron had achieved good cultivation and gone to college, which would relieve An Dashan from worries, and she no longer had to worry about Anran having no food to eat or a good life in the future. Although the doctor had advised her not to get excited a few minutes ago, because she was still lying on the hospital bed. But can Chen Sinian not be excited?

She wore a creamy white snowflake tweed coat, a rose wool scarf, pulled out a pair of wine cup-heeled short-waisted boots from the shoe cabinet, then grabbed the lemon-colored Kun bag on the table, and left the house resolutely. She didn't take a car and walked towards the countryside on foot. Walking alone through the green grassy beach, there were large farms nearby. The sound of erhu from Xipi's flowing water could be heard from some farmhouses. There were window grilles with magpies on the windows. The chirping of crickets could be heard in the fields. She suddenly felt that the old locust trees, birds, and mountains she passed by at this moment were all her last relatives.

This year, if I hadn't met Yan Lili again, I might never be able to remember what happened in Xianjia Street. Before meeting Yan Lili about Troy's love, I want to talk about the Troy era more than thirty years ago. When I was in middle school, a disease crawled all over my body, flickering all over my body like Ye Linzhi from the novella "Special Glass". Walking on the street with the sunlight pouring down, I noticed that my torso shrank and enlarged, and some parts suddenly became transparent, and the sunlight shone in my body. I also found that my walking posture could be tilted and upside down. The revolutionary young people on the street shouted from behind, saying that Prince Troy is as big as a bat. Now my name is Wang Qiuli. At first, people on the street called me Bat because I like to walk in the middle of the night. However, I never go out of Xianjia Street. Only when my dad comes home from the river, I go out to herd the donkeys he brought back.

If it hadn't been for the pouring rain, Xu Xiaohong would not have followed Zhang Wenlu into the "Dongfu Box" and ordered a pot of Erguotou, a plate of sauced beef tongue, a plate of preserved eggs and two plates of mutton dumplings. "Drink!" Zhang Wenlu poured two cups of wine. This is your treat, Uncle Zhang! Eighteen years after Xu Xiaohong came to this world, this was the first time he entered a restaurant. He loves money. If he has money to go to a restaurant, he might as well go home and cook pot meat with his mother. Drinking was also unprecedented. Zhang Wenlu gave up the drink and he had to drink it. He took a sip and said, "Oh! This stuff is so spicy!" Zhang Wenlu laughed and said, "That's how spicy it is." In fact, Zhang Wenlu didn't have much drinking capacity. After three cups, his mouth was no longer standing guard.

In the 1960s, the passionate young man Zhao Huaihai and his partners entered Vietnam to prepare to participate in the battle to resist U. S. Aggression and aid Vietnam. Zhao Huaihai was assigned to the anti-aircraft artillery unit as a soldier. He met Ku Xiaoyuan, a female soldier nurse he had met when he was a boy, and the two participated in the rescue of injured pilots. During the joint battle, Zhao Huaihai and Ku Xiaoyuan developed feelings. Zhao Huaihai participated in the battle, witnessed the cruelty of the battlefield, and later died. The novel is intended to be a biography of these ordinary soldiers and passionate young people who sacrificed their lives for their lofty and pure revolutionary ideals in Vietnam.

After Yunzhu returned to Chu State in anger, the King of Chu didn't say much, but just asked her to have a good rest for a few days. Yunzhu was lying on the table, her eyes were red and swollen, and she was in a trance. The Queen Mother of Chu walked in quietly and shook her head helplessly. She walked to Yunzhu, knelt down, put her hand on her shoulder, and shouted softly: "Yunzhu..." Yunzhu threw herself into the Empress Dowager's arms and cried: "Mother, the people of Zeng State are not good people. They all bully me, the music officials bully me, even Brother Yi bullied me too!" The Queen Mother comforted her daughter's shoulders and advised softly: "How could it be? That kid Yi'er is loyal and kind. He loves you the most and will never allow others to bully you." Yunzhu said aggrievedly, "It was Brother Yi who drove me away."

The setting sun is like blood, and the flowing clouds are like fire. After the Emperor of Zhou, who was playing tricks on the princes with beacon fire, was driven to Luoyang, the eastern capital, by the Di people, the world of the Zhou Dynasty came to an end day by day. At this time, the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, although it had been a hundred years and several generations had passed since the king You of the Fenghuo Opera princes, was still in a state of decline. The princes in the world gradually ignored the emperor. Even the annual tribute was only paid by some clan princes. The emperors from generation to generation also lost the wisdom and courage of their ancestors King Wen and King Wu. They were content to close the city gates of Luoyi and be content to be their own emperors. Fortunately, although the world looked down upon the emperor, no one dared to openly harm the emperor and the clan. However, what the emperor didn't expect was that there was a rebellion in his own nest.

The fact that Marquis Yi of Liu Zeng went to visit Tang Yu was quickly found out by Yunzhu who was in the harem bedroom, and it was Fan Rumeng who told her. From the moment Fan Rumeng decided to stay to avenge Young Master B, Zeng Guo's harem was destined to become unstable. Fan Rumeng was very deep in the palace and was familiar with the palace's secrets. With just a few words, he deceived Yunzhu into trusting her and was able to stay by Yunzhu's side to serve her. After Yunzhu learned that Zeng Houyi was in the music courtyard, he hurriedly walked towards the decaying courtyard gate under the guidance of several eunuchs and maids carrying lanterns. Fan Rumeng bent slightly and followed closely behind Yunzhu. Yunzhu entered the lobby and saw Zeng Houyi holding a drum hammer and striking rapidly on a row of chimes. The chimes emitted a string of crisp tones that echoed in the hall. Zeng Houyi saw Yunzhu's distorted face reflected on the smooth clock face, so he turned around and said unexpectedly: "Sister Yunzhu, why are you here?"

Squad 201 penetrated the Yimeng Mountain area like a sharp knife. It was already dawn, and the young man Chen Hongqi, who was curled up and sleeping in the carriage, suddenly sat up and smelled the unique fragrance emanating from the mountains. He smoothly opened the cotton coat covering his body and saw Captain Liang Youyi, holding the carriage whip in one hand, stopping the carriage with a groan, and then using his other hand to support the large carriage railing, he jumped down from the handlebar position. Chen Hongqi also jumped out of the car after Liang Youyi. The two of them walked forward cautiously and stood on the edge of the cliff. Liang Youyi scratched the white and black rocks with his fingernails and examined them carefully, only to find that the cliff was like a big wall blocking the way. There seemed to be white clouds floating on the dark cliff, and the shape of the white clouds was constantly changing.

Zi Ning never thought about her "fate" with Li Chen, the director of the company's editorial department. That day, the setting sun illuminated the city purple. Taking advantage of her free time after get off work, Zi Ning went to the supermarket. When I went back, I met a "bus pervert". At that time, there were many people on the bus, and Zi Ning was like a squashed rice dumpling, which could only stick to the cracks of the people. This situation provided convenience for that smelly man. After realizing that she was being targeted by this stinky man, Zi Ning squeezed from the back to the middle, and then squeezed forward from the middle; and the stinky man followed her closely, staying close to her. Zi Ning turned around and glared at the man fiercely. The man seemed to be asleep, with his eyelids drooping, and his body did not leave Zi Ning for an inch.

Yin walked down the steps of a prestigious university in the north. Without any trouble, he returned to Mi Di, a water town in the south of the Yangtze River that he had been away from for a long time. Yin is a person who grew up eating rice. Regarding his return to his hometown Midi, it is simply or superficially believed that he missed rice. His volunteer form was written "Mi" in ostrich blue ink. Officials believe that Yin's love for his hometown deserves praise. Mi Di seemed to have posted a warm red paper for him. At this moment, his luggage was simply on a grassy earth embankment in Mi Di, and moment by moment, above his head was a sky of paper birds flying. At this time, a gust of wind from his hometown blew him. He smelled the sweet fragrance of neem. He looked into the distance and saw a slow river and lazy villages. The river flows in the distance like a ribbon. Yin walked down the earth embankment. I looked back out of habit and didn't see myself walking on the embankment. I saw a frog. He found himself walking down an earth embankment.

Since the death of my wife Xiao Qian on February 11, 1999, I have returned to my home in this unit in Muxidi, Fwai, alone, and have lived there for nearly eight and a half years. I have been a person who has been very good at arranging my life since I was a child. In June 1941, my third sister Chang Wei suffered from osteomyelitis and was admitted to the Japanese Tongren Hospital at the east entrance of Santiao Hutong in Dongdan, where she underwent foot surgery. My mother originally asked the fourth sister and me to take turns taking care of the patients in bed. However, the fourth sister was only on duty for one day, so the third sister no longer wanted her. The fourth sister is very talented and good at playing the piano. She is proficient in English, French, German and Japanese without even looking at her hard work. She said to me personally: "I can see ten lines at a time." But she had no idea how to care for patients. Therefore, I became a full-time nurse and stayed with my third sister in the ward until she was discharged at the end of August. At that time, I was studying English at Sacred Heart School, which was located at the west entrance of Santiao Hutong.

The hot summer weather has arrived in late spring, and the north is becoming less and less like the north. Chen Baoyun walked quickly, thinking, it must be more than 20 degrees Celsius, and the underwear in the sweater was stuck to his back. However, it's only a few hours at noon, and I'm still shivering in the morning and evening because I don't wear enough clothes. The leaves of the broad-leaved poplars on the street were as big as a baby's palm, so tender and shiny. If it weren't for this moistening effect, he felt that the whole street and the whole town would be on fire. Every Saturday morning, Mr. Chen spent his time in the Leyou Club. The Music Club is a well-known non-governmental organization in the upper city. Some literary and art lovers gather in the rehearsal hall of the cultural center to chat and arrange programs. On the last Sunday night of every month, there will be a social performance. During festivals, they also go to the military or community to perform condolences. Chen Zao was playing the erhu inside.

Xu Guofang, a native of Boxing, Shandong, works at Shengli Oilfield. He began writing poetry and prose in 2003, and tried novel writing in 2006. His works are scattered in "Poetry Magazine", "Youth Digest", "Qinghai Lake", "Mountain Flowers" and other publications. Some of his works have been selected into selected magazines and annual anthologies such as "Selected Novels" and "Beijing Literature·Novelette Monthly". A student of the 8th Advanced Research Class for Young and Middle-aged Writers of Lu Xun Institute of Literature. Meng Sanxi has always felt that her life is good, and it is not an ordinary good life, but the kind of good life in which all her wishes come true. When they first got off the train, Shuishuo and the others were in the station square looking at the crowds of people pouring out of the station. Their heads were pounding. Only Meng Sanxi was happy.

You Yong is born in the 1980s, and his wife is Xia Qi, who is also born in the 1980s. You Yong was originally not short, but after getting married, he gained a little weight, and his chubby appearance somewhat obscured his height. But his fatness is just right, so he doesn't look like a smart person, but looks like Guo Jing, but this image makes people feel at ease. In fact, You Yong is not one of those smart people who pretends to be crazy or stupid. It can only be said that his image is innate. Xia Qi is neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor short. Her beauty blooms in every part of her body, and her knowledge and self-cultivation are displayed on her face. Xia Qi's eyes just looked a little small when she smiled, but it didn't affect her beauty image at all. You Yong and Xia Qi live in a medium-sized city. In the blink of an eye, they have been married for three years. Reality is alive, and what is real is always daily necessities, joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

At midnight, my home landline rang. I picked up the receiver and heard the voice of my wife Qu Hong from the other side of the ocean: "Where are you still at home?" I smiled: "Where can I go if I'm not at home?" I knew that my wife was on duty, and she was accompanying my daughter to study in a foreign country. My wife teased and said, "There are so many places for fun and entertainment, including cafes, karaoke bars, and massage parlors. With my little girl by my side, it would be great to get a room with the one I like." I hurriedly slapped my chest so loudly that my wife on the other side of the ocean could hear it. : "Don't worry, my dear mother, I am a loyal mandarin duck, and I hate merciless lovers the most. Besides, there is a mountain above me, so I dare not make any changes." My wife's father, my old father-in-law, is the big leader in charge of our newspaper. The wife on the other end of the phone chuckled and said, "You are still scared, so I'm relieved. Stay at home and I'll go back with you during the holidays. I'll reward you well." After a few more gossips, the wife hung up the phone. I laughed secretly in my heart, I am still trying to control me even though I am thousands of miles away. If I hadn't been strong-willed and focused on my career, would you have been able to control me? Any excuse can fool you, the housekeeper.

A child originally only had one father, and he was very happy. Later, he had several fathers, so he took on the role of being the son of his "fathers" and got better and better at it, so much so that he became addicted... What on earth is going on? I was woken up by Tang Meng. Her voice was full of anger, like a monkey scratching her face. Some unlucky guy provoked her so early in the morning. Is she so easy to provoke? I got up to pee and poked my head into the living room. Tang Meng was leaning on the sofa in pajamas, with one leg across the coffee table and the other crossed. The phone was sandwiched between his legs. One hand was holding the microphone and the other was tapping rhythmically. Her face was full of joy, and at first glance, I thought she was listening to music. This is Tang Meng's skill. She can still make phone calls while eating melon seeds. She really has the makings of an actress, but it's a pity that she hasn't even met a director with one eye.

Xiao Bangzi's ears were pointed, as if a little hand couldn't wait to rush out, catch a sound, and pull it back hard. Xiao Bangzi said, "Someone is here, I've got his feet." Xiao Bangzi's mother put down her sewing work and listened attentively. She didn't hear anything, so she said to Xiao Bangzi, "Screw your eyes..." Xiao Bangzi's mother realized something and swallowed back the rest of the words. She stretched out her hand to cover Xiao Bangzi's quilt, "Go to sleep, sleeping will not make you mute." Xiao Bangzi retracted his head into the quilt, and in an instant he thrust his head out again. Someone was coming. He was coming home. I was sure. Xiao Bangzi's mother pulled up the quilt and covered Xiao Bangzi's head. She was talking nonsense about who could be so stupid.

The Nine-Meander Yellow River turns to the Loess Plateau and makes an "S" shaped turn. Dawanzi surrounds a small village called Hehuai Village. People drive oxen and donkeys and farm the fields every day. Their days are as gentle and calm as the water of the Yellow River here. There is a family named Zhang in Yihehuai Village. One spring thirty years ago, this family brought a baby girl from the other side of the Yellow River. As soon as Aunt Zhang carried the baby in, the big dragon, two tigers, three bears, and four dogs immediately stopped fighting and ran into the cave dwelling, lying on the edge of the kang, pressing their noses and stretching their legs. As soon as Uncle Zhang entered the kiln with his head on his shoulder, he saw the noisy scene on the kang. He was upset but happy to ask: "Bring it back? Are you embarrassed?" "What's the problem? The man broke his leg by throwing stones, and there were a bunch of girls on the kang, all dressed in tatters and very scared."

At that time, the landlord's house was distributed to the poor peasants. After a few decades, the house was demolished. The descendants of the poor peasants and the descendants of the landlord returned to their hometown. One had the right to live for decades, and the other had the property deed. How should the house be divided this time? In the face of history, why does everyone hide the truth? On the eve of Tomb Sweeping Day, my cousin from Jilin and my cousin from Yunnan and I made an appointment to return to our hometown in Jiaodong, where we had been away for many years. Don't get me wrong, it was not to visit the tombs of our ancestors, but to "divide up" a property that our ancestors had gained during the land reform, as the famous saying goes, "We come from all over the world and have come together for a common revolutionary goal." It is not an exaggeration to say that it is "all over the world" and the "revolutionary goal". Time flies, decades have passed, and there are no close relatives in the village in the fifth server. The three of us settled in a hot spring hotel in the town.

That day, when he and his wife returned to their parents' home, as soon as they entered the courtyard, Tang Yihang discovered that there were two more children in the courtyard, strange children, and there were also many children's supplies and toys, thrown here and there, and the children's clothes were fluttering like national flags in the wind. The already very messy courtyard became even more messy. Of course, we can't say that the courtyard is messy. We can only say that the flowers, plants and trees are lush and lush, because this is the masterpiece of his father-in-law, a masterpiece of painstaking efforts. As soon as you praise him, he will be so happy that he wants to pick everything off and give it to you. If you say no, he will immediately turn his face. After retirement, the old man lived a life in the countryside. He planted a seedling and a seed in a piece of land as big as a palm, turning a courtyard of more than 100 square meters into a herb garden. Tang Zheng was surprised and puzzled when his father-in-law came out and reminded him loudly: Xinran is back.

Yi Yang Qianxi and Zhou Dongyu star in the original novel of "Young You" and the original production team of "July and Ansheng". Have you ever worked so hard for someone? Looking north, my heart will not change as time goes by. There is a kind of love that cannot be hidden, even if you close your mouth, your eyes will tell it. --The plot is fictitious, please do not imitate it.

When Hu Youming was woken up by the alarm clock for the first time, at 6:30 sharp, he reached out and slapped the alarm clock, and the alarm stopped. Then he naturally kicked his wife next to him, kindly reminding her that it was time to get up, and then he closed his eyes and fell asleep again. Three minutes later, the alarm clock sounded again, and the sound of insects in autumn quickly turned into the endless chirping of cicadas in midsummer. Hu Youming reluctantly slapped the alarm clock again and it went silent again. He closed his eyes and gave his wife, who was still silent beside him, an elbow. When the cicada chirped for the third time, Hu Youming and Mrs. Hu had to jump up because they couldn't sleep for another minute.

It didn't rain on Saturday, and the sun, which had been blocked for many days, finally appeared coyly. As soon as the weather clears, Yongxing Lane in Hankou becomes lively. The old people sat in the sun chatting about their parents' affairs, while the women were busy washing and washing. The weather in November is always gloomy and rainy, and there are not many such good days. Time flows by in busyness and leisure, as ordinary and long as the water of Han River. But Yongxing Lane is always an extremely thin tributary. If you paddle into the water a few times, it is hard to say that it will cause a big wave. At this time, Lou Yuzhi, who walked into the alley, was like a stone thrown into the water, disturbing the calm of the water. When Lou Yuzhi led her girl Xiaohui to appear in the alley, everyone's eyes widened in unison. Lou Yuzhi, who returned to her parents' home, seemed a little unusual.

Kanako's good friend Megumi looks very beautiful and gentle, but he suffers from depression. Kanako tried her best to introduce her suitor Suzuki to Megumi, and Suzuki and Megumi really became friends... The Chinese author living in Japan observes the Japanese emotional world in his own way. What will we discover from it? Kanako is 1.70 Meters tall. A number that many girls covet. But walking on the streets of Tokyo, it seems a bit towering. Hui Ze, who often walks with her, is only 1.50 Meters tall. If asked about her height, a Chinese girl with such a height would not answer confidently, but Megumi always uses a very delicate tone, and then adds a very reserved smile like a Japanese girl, as if to say, I'm sorry, I don't know why I have such a cute figure.

Lehong fell in love with her teacher Lin Zhenzhen, who was eighteen years older than her. He was her teacher, idol, and lover - he became almost everything to her. Under great moral pressure, they got married and lived a happy life. However, can love replace everything in a couple's daily life? Can they really live a happy life? Le Hong fell in love with Lin Zhenzhen in the corridor of the Chinese Department. At that time, they had just moved into the newly built teaching building. Lin Zhenzhen came out of the office and saw Le Hong standing at the door of the classroom. Lin Zhenzhen was not a handsome man. He had neat white teeth. When he saw Le Hong looking straight at him that day, he smiled, revealing his white teeth. Le Hong felt like a ray of sunshine flew out of his mouth, illuminating her gloomy college life.

Wang Xiaoma graduated from junior high school and originally wanted to take the high school entrance examination, but due to his unstable foundation and lack of effort, he failed to succeed. Someone asked him why he didn't just take the vocational technical secondary school examination. He said it was easier and he could have a direct place to go after graduation. At least you don't have to be unemployed at home. Wang Xiaoma said he didn't know, someone at home had arranged it. There are things he doesn't know. As a father, Wang Laowu has one hand to control the sky. If he is asked to take the high school entrance examination, he must take the high school entrance examination without any negotiation. What Wang Laowu means is to pass the high school entrance exam, then go to college, and then graduate school, completely outperform the neighbor on the left, Lao Zhao's family, compare his family to the number one in Fenghuang Street, change Wang Laowu to Wang Laoda, and be awesome all over Ancheng. The results came in, and Wang Laowu only had a big mouth, and he had no ability except drinking and bragging.

Guo Xing is a well-known plastic surgery expert and serves as the director of the plastic surgery department in a well-known large hospital. Anyone who is a doctor knows that the shift handover every morning is very important. As director, Guo Xing has to arrange the department's work for the day and discuss important surgeries and patients. When the sunlight filled half of the table, several professors from the department walked in one after another. Guo Xing gently cleared his throat and began to speak in a joking manner: "People are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of getting strong. Since Limingzhu's successful face transplant, reporters from various media have been chasing for interviews, and there is an endless stream of people who come to see the strange things. Domestic and foreign academic magazines have called to request articles, and the American "Whole Eyes" Old John, the editor-in-chief of Shape Magazine, called me at around 11 o'clock last night and asked me to write a review to introduce my experience in plastic surgery. John lost his dignity this time and nagged me on the phone for a long time. If it weren't for the fear of affecting Sino-US relations, I would have hung up the phone. "

When driving, I was the only one in this soft sleeper compartment. I locked the door and sat by the window. As the car body shook slightly, I was nourished by a sense of comfort. I hope in my heart that no one will break in until the end. I know it's a selfish thought, but I can't stop myself from thinking it. Less than ten minutes after I thought about it, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door with a sense of desperation to bid farewell to the good old days, but unexpectedly, a new page in my life journey opened - the open door turned into a photo of a modern beauty. She is a "large" and "complex" kind of woman. "Large" means tall, plump and straight; "complex" means long flowing hair, complete jewelry, and bright colors and lines in clothing. Her dark eyes glanced brightly around the box and stopped on me. A small smile broke out on her face.