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Buddhist Village, all with the surname of Buddha, is located on a slope in the Weibei Plain, and is not eye-catching at all. To be more eye-catching, it is the slope land that supports hundreds of Buddhist households. This slope is higher in the west and lower in the east, and is about a hundred acres in size. It has a ferocious-looking ravine, winding like a snake, and is at least tens of meters deep. There are weeds all over the field, and rabbits are scurrying and crows are howling. In the center of the ground is a platform paved with bluestone strips nine meters long, six meters wide and forty-five centimeters high. In the middle of the platform, four thick, one-meter-six-meter-high green locust wood stakes are deeply embedded in the gaps in the stone. This was the execution ground during the Qing Dynasty, and was known among the people as the place of death. Countless soul-destroying ghosts who deserved and did not deserve their crimes were killed with a knife and reincarnated into another society. This ravine also had a very martial name - Jueqing Valley.

Melinda loves to laugh naturally, she always smiles and her smile is very sweet. Until now, she has not changed her caring smile. She has won a good reputation among her classmates, teachers, and colleagues with her sincerity and optimism. For a while, Melinda dreamed of being an excellent supervisor like her mother, which was consistent with her professional expertise. Until she walked into Microsoft, which she had been waiting for for a long time, with excitement and uneasiness. The simple and modern office environment, as well as the relaxed and lively working atmosphere, made this aura woman experience the joy of work for the first time in her life. This place attracted her and started her pursuit of life. That year she became a clerk in the marketing department. The marketing department is a very important department at Microsoft. Under the introduction of Ruth, the marketing manager, Melinda got to know all the employees here.

Lao Gu's daily life is based on a schedule: get up at six o'clock, wash up, take the bus to Huaiyuan, walk four times along the Jinghu Fragrance Path; breathe in the sun 300 times; do the eighth set of radio gymnastics; bump the back 500 times; hit one Practice Chen style Tai Chi; have breakfast, go to the Royal Garden to buy vegetables; write; take a one-hour lunch break; write; read; have dinner at 7 o'clock, walk for 40 minutes to an hour at 7:30; watch TV at 8 o'clock; footbath for half an hour at 10 o'clock; go to bed at 10:30. The watch is posted on the wall above the desk in Lao Gu's study, and you can see it when you look up. The form was printed, with "Perseverance" written on one side and "Perseverance" written on the other. It was very much like a student's class schedule, and it once made Lao Gu feel like he had returned to his student days. The maker of the watch is Lao Mi. Lao Mi is Lao Gu's wife.

Qiu Dongmei was born in 1971 in Shengzhou, Zhejiang, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River that is rich in Yue opera. He began writing poetry, prose, and novels in 2005. His works have been published in newspapers and magazines such as "Reader·Native Humanities Edition", "Yalu River", "Tokyo Literature", "Literature and Life", "Zhejiang Writers", "Zhejiang Daily", "Weeds", etc. He has published a collection of essays "The Melancholy of a Tree". Currently working for a newspaper, in addition to news reporting, I also harvest emotional writing. The rain was coming down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, and it made Xue Qing's heart completely cold, despairing, and relieved. Xue Qing stared unblinkingly at the rain that slid down like satin, venting her anger on God. If you want to rain, let's see how many more days it can rain.

My mother was thirty when I was born, and I was her first child. Our relationship was not close. After I became sensible, I had a vague feeling that she had a natural rejection of me. We are three siblings. My sister Qiaozhi is the child of my father's ex-wife. I also have a younger brother, Tianshu. My mother's love seems to be only for him. Everyone thinks that my mother is patriarchal, but based on my understanding of her, this is not entirely the case. My mother was a beauty when she was young. She had a tall figure, elegant manners, and spoke quickly and confidently. When she graduated from college at the age of twenty-five, she married her father, who was fifteen years older than her and was a leader in M ​​City at the time. She only knew that her father had a wife in her hometown and she later divorced. She did not know that they had a child. When Qiaozhi came from her hometown in Hebei, her mother went crazy. She scolded her father as a liar and clamored for a divorce.

I had a dog named Mi Ya. That said, I actually lied. It should be said that Mi Ya is the last dog I raised. Before Mi Ya, I had raised four. One of them turned into dog meat right under my nose. It was the first dog I raised. To say that I raised this dog is somewhat far-fetched. Before it became dog meat, I didn't even give it a name. Not only I am annoyed by it, but the entire engineering team is annoyed by it. It was set with me during a transition of my engineering team. Both projects are building bridges and culverts, one in Dawangzhuang and the other in Xiaowangzhuang, which are only five miles apart. Everyone thinks it just runs around and goes back when it gets bored. No one can hit it, nor can it be driven away. In the end, Uncle Ge from the kitchen said, don't chase him away, just follow him, he won't be short of a bite to eat.

I'm not a novelist, nor am I a particularly articulate person. I am just an impressionable person. Fortunately, I can still cover up my lack of words by writing some words. Maybe words require quick wit. I don't have quick wit, and sometimes my words can't help but seem a bit clumsy. Writing is much better. I can write slowly and tell the story after careful consideration. I have always believed that history performed by the common people is the most sincere and authentic history (I did not say that the history written in textbooks is pseudo-history). I think people are the best story performers and tellers, so what I tell is actually just a plagiarism of reality. Due to certain opportunities in life, I have frequently traveled to central Zhejiang in the past few years - an area that is already so wealthy that it is jaw-dropping.

The late autumn rain hit the eaves, and thousands of palaces were silent in the autumn rain at night. I collected my umbrella, handed it to the palace attendant behind me, and then walked into the palace. When entering the palace, it was quiet, with only two palace attendants left, and His Majesty was getting up in his clothes and sitting behind dim candles. He often did this, waking up in the middle of the night and sitting alone until dawn. Seeing me coming from outside the palace like this, he noticed something strange: "What happened?" I knelt on the floor tiles and raised my eyes to look at him. Over the years, he had aged very quickly. He was obviously still in his prime, but his temples were already gray.

Comrade Xiao Wu: Hello, the training date is getting closer and closer, and time is getting tighter and tighter. I originally wanted to have a good talk with you, but due to time constraints, it is no longer possible. Just write a few sentences and share my opinions. We have met twice, the first time more hastily, the second time more carefully. After coming back, strange to say, your impression always comes to my mind. I wonder, is your image deeply embedded in my mind? It seems a little too fast! Someone had introduced me to people inside and outside the military before, but no matter how good the conditions were, they still failed to tempt me. But since I saw you at the dinner table that night (2nd), a kind of admiration has arisen in my heart.

Mute Anan finally found a woman at the age of thirty-five. But before I had a woman's company for two years, I was back to the past. The difference is that there are two more children around him who have no blood relationship with him. This incident spread like wildfire in the village, like the windy season on the plateau, which lasted all winter and spring. I thought Anan was just mute, but it seems he is still a fool. But his stupidity is completely different from others. He is not stupid at all, he is just kinder than others.

I didn't expect that I would meet Lin Ling. On Wednesday afternoon, when I was about to get off work, I passed by the post office on the corner of the street and dropped in to mail a letter. When I threw the letter into the mailbox and turned around to walk away, someone suddenly called out to me. The voice was soft and hesitant. I turned around and saw a thin face with a pointed chin in the dim light. I was stunned for a moment, not remembering who she was. She opened her eyes wide and walked towards me: "You really can't remember me? I am -" Her wide-eyed look of surprise suddenly reminded me that she was Lin Ling. Lin Ling and I once joined the team together. We are in the same commune, but not in the same brigade. At that time, just like now, she spoke softly and quietly. But his face was different. Black and red. Like the boys, he has short hair.

To be honest, Yin Dechao's heart trembled violently when the girl gave him a toothy smile. The smile was like a glutinous rice dumpling, and it suddenly slid down his throat, and he couldn't help but swallow. If you bite into that chubby face, it will definitely taste delicious. The teeth are also white and neat. If you lick them, what will they taste like? He couldn't tell, but he guessed that the taste was definitely right. However, when his eyes fell on Li Qiushui's short body, he still hesitated. Oh my god, this Li Qiushui's head only touched his shoulders. In fact, he knew that his height was only about 1.61 Or 62 meters. How could it be such a short bottle? How about I marry a short bottle back and use it as a chamber pot? Before coming, Yin Dechao thought beautifully, give me a tall woman. Children born to tall women must be tall.

Taking a day off at home is even more tiring than going to work. Wei Xiaolin fell on the sofa with a sore body and muttered softly. It's hot in the summer, and you can only wear one outfit for two days. You've accumulated dirty clothes for five days, plus sheets and pillowcases, and you're sweating so much that it makes you dizzy just to look at them. There's still a room that hasn't been cleaned for five days, and the floor hasn't been mopped. It takes you most of a day to do so much housework. Isn't it tiring? So damn tired. Wei Xiaolin works in the reference room of a scientific research institute. He is a worker and has taught himself Japanese. His Japanese proficiency can fully converse with Japanese people. He is top-notch in the institute, otherwise he would have been sent home long ago. The age of 50 is a major milestone in life. Except for officials and educated people, when ordinary people reach this age, many people have already gone home to take care of their children.

We gathered around a table to fry gold flowers. At that time, there were seven or eight people participating in the room. Some of them lost all their money and were staring at it. I had three kings in my hand, and I was secretly happy, thinking that I would win a little more this time. Everyone who participated later gave up, leaving only Zhang Heizi and me. There was already a pile of money on the table. I was lucky and had won more than 20,000 yuan at that time. I pledged all my money, thirty thousand. I think Zhang Heizi must compare my cards and double them. He comes up with 60,000. I was sure he would read it, but I didn't expect him not to. Zhang Heizi is really good at pretending. He hesitated, twirled the cards in his hand, looked unconfident, and asked the person next to him if he would follow? The people nearby watched the fun and started yelling, "Come on, let's play a bigger game and see which one can take away the money."

No one knows what Ping Yu is thinking while sitting in front of the computer playing games. All one sees is boredom and negativity. But in fact, while his hands were moving, he could see every move of the two women around him. Just like a clown actor, when everyone sees that outfit, they think of being ridiculous and deliberately trying to please. But in fact, what the clown wants to bring to everyone is not laughter, but how selfless he is. Although Ping Yu knew that the two women around him were sending him contempt or disgust, what he responded to them was still hotness and sadness. But they don't know. They can't stand a grown man. They can't afford a house or a car, but they have to kill time by playing games.

The whistle has sounded, and the couple outside the window are still inseparable. I don't know what the girl said. The elegant man wearing gold-rimmed glasses curved his mouth into a nice arc, kissed the girl's forehead, and turned around to get on the train. Seeing the girl's eyes full of reluctance, Shang Ling found it interesting, so he leaned against the window with his chin in his hand and watched as much as he could. What a coincidence, the man was sitting opposite her, and when he saw Shang Ling, he nodded politely and gracefully. After sitting down, he turned to look out the window. The train moved slowly, passing the blue stop sign. Following the man's gaze, the girl on the platform started running slowly following the train. Shang Ling looked at this and that, feeling sour and sweet in her heart. She thought of her long-legged brother, the brother who climbed up the plum tree to pick plums for her.

It was late at night in early winter. A crisp baby cry came from an old yurt (Mongolian yurt) to the west of Bayannuoer Village. The baby's cry gradually subsided under the comfort of a hoarse, low and rough voice. Inside the bag, there is a horseshoe lamp hanging on the wall of the bag. The lamp is small and gives off a dim light. A man of about 60 years old held a baby in his arms. This is a baby girl less than 3 months old, wrapped in a baby cover sewn with sheepskin. She sucked the pacifier greedily, occasionally choking, and milk overflowed from the corner of her mouth. When she was full, she pushed the pacifier out.

Lu Zinan, an unmarried girl from the reception department, was pregnant, but the child in her belly could not find the father. This matter became explosive news in the bureau. All kinds of people fell into inexplicable panic and excitement. The directors and directors took action and tried their best to find the "child's father". The ending was unexpected - has the "child's father" been found? Since the beginning of autumn, Lu Zinan, who works in the reception department of the Energy Bureau office, has been a bit unusual. She does not take off her windbreaker in the office every day. Her behavior not only made several people around her feel awkward, but also people in other departments in the office noticed it and murmured in private. The fat windbreaker made Lu Zinan's waist look bloated, making Lu Zinan look cowardly.

After the divorce, she chose to remarry for the sake of food and clothing. The husband and wife halfway treated each other as if they were guests, but they lacked the fireworks she was familiar with. Should we continue to live a decent but isolated life, or should we go back to the old days when we were riddled with holes but knew the basics? The white poplar is as graceful as her name. Although it is not confusing when it is close, it is still strong and tall. What are you talking about? I get angry when you curl your lips. What's the matter? Can't a woman stand tall and graceful as she gets older? Of course, just like our poplar. Bai Yang always thought his name was nice and quite refined. Most of the names of girls born in her era were related to fruits, vegetables and flowers, but poplar was related to trees. Although her father said that poplar trees were not good wood, most of them were chopped down to make fires. She didn't care, she felt that her poplar tree should stand upright beautifully. When she was a child, she drew her eyebrows with a matchstick, applied flour to her face, and later applied milk to her body.

With Hegu's upbringing, he would never use "terrible" to describe a girl. However, when he saw Jinawei, he rolled his eyes and couldn't find an adjective other than "terrible". His bloated body was wrapped in a fat sweatshirt, his chin was buried in his neck, and his eyes were always on the ground. In order to cover the acne on her face, her bangs covered most of her face. If someone looked at her, they would touch her forehead with their hands at a loss, so the greasy bangs would be pressed down by the hot and moist palms, making it look like a black plaster was stuck on her forehead. Jinawei hasn't looked in the mirror for a long time, so she has no idea that such behavior will make her look uglier.

The door of the Listening Pavilion is always open to guests. Ye Yin didn't understand why the female guest in front of him hesitated at the door, unwilling to enter for a long time. "Guest?" Ye Yin asked carefully. "Who are you? Is your name Ye...?" Her voice suddenly became more urgent. "I am..." Ye Yin was about to answer, but he remembered the taboo that Chen Youjie had reminded him. He changed the subject of the conversation hurriedly: "I am the clerk of Ditinge. What do you need, my guest?" The figure, still slim in the backlight, finally stood still: "Tell Chen Youjie to come out and see me." The number of ladies and ladies received by Ditinge was unknown, but it was the first time Ye Yin had seen such a majestic one.

My son, Xiaodong, seemed to be peeing into an ant nest with snot in his nose yesterday. Why, all of a sudden, he stood tall and tall in front of him! The fluffy hair that was longer than the earlobe was flicked, revealing the handsome and fair face, the bright teeth and bright eyebrows, and the youthful and shiny eyebrows also showed an indescribable coolness... The change in his son surprised Zhao Bingsan in his obsession. In fact, parents always make a self-conscious mistake: they always think that their children will not grow up! Xiaodong did not go to college, which reduced a link in his life journey. The issues we are facing directly now are work and marriage. Xiaodong didn't want to go out to work, so it was hard work without any special skills. Who would want to suffer and suffer in a faraway place if they can make a living in their hometown?

Entering the twelfth lunar month, Lao Geng has also entered a state of war. His youngest son is getting married on the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month. Think about it, there are still many things waiting for him to do. Yesterday, the matchmaker sent me a message, saying that when the meat is popular, the mother-in-law's meat sent to the bride's family should be larger, and don't just cut off a small strand, like a pig's tail, which makes people look down upon. The matchmaker also said that it's not that the girl's parents want to eat more than two kilograms of pork from your family, but it mainly shows respect for the girl's family. Lao Geng said: That's natural. Although my family is not rich, I still don't do things like pinching and shrinking. Lao Geng's words are very confident. In fact, Lao Geng is really not a stingy person. He has done a few big and small things, such as providing a pension for his wife to marry and build a house. In Niu's shop, he really didn't leave anything for others to chew on.

The door of the kiln courtyard made of iron sheet squeaked and someone pushed it open from the outside. It was Beancake. He pushed the door open with his head and slipped into the yard like a little thief. He slipped into the house where his grandmother lived and snuggled up next to her. The kind nurse was holding her old hen in her arms and recognizing it with great tenderness. It seems that the nanny's eyes are on the belly of her fingers. She looks at the hen's butt and says that this hen has an egg. After a while, this hen will definitely lay an egg. However, this variegated old hen can no longer lay eggs, and the nurse did not say that this hen was going to lay eggs. Because the nurse has already identified that this old hen is afraid of laying eggs. The so-called egg avoidance means that the old hen stops laying eggs and starts to hatch chickens.

Jing Shuying was born in Baoji, Shaanxi Province. She is a member of Hebei Provincial Writers Association and a member of China Petroleum Writers Association. Published works in 1984. His short stories and essays were published in "Chinese Writers", "The Great Wall", "Chinese Prose", "Haiyan", "Hebei Literature", "Contemporary People", "Xiaohe", "Grassland", "Sunshine", "Earth Fire", "Years", "Northern Lights", and his essays were reprinted and selected by "Writer's Digest", "Reader" and other publications. The short story "Old Car Anecdotes" and the essay "You Are in My Eyes" won awards. He has published 10 novellas, more than 20 short stories, and more than 100 essays, including the collection of essays "Spiritual Landscape". I work in the Municipal Women's Federation. This work can be said to be simple or complicated. Some things are big, and some things are as small as sesame seeds. I often receive help from women in all aspects. There are many cases of marriage failure or emotional cheating.

The love affair with old stores has always been older. In a place like the old store, love is of course relatively old. How can you expect a new and fashionable love to appear in an old store? Although on the TV screen in the old shop's house, whenever love appears, it must be in full swing, vigorous, twists and turns, and accompanied by heart-wrenching life and death. Even after they have just met, they have not even held hands, and they have hurriedly went to bed to do things. But that was TV, and it was made up by people outside the old store to teach the people in the old store to become bad. They should be dragged out of the TV, stripped of their pants, and spanked severely. "Marry first, fall in love later", everyone of a certain age will say this. This sentence was said by someone in a movie a long time ago.

Hu Zengguan, editor and reporter, was born in Lianjiang, Fujian Province in 1964. He currently works at the Wuyishan City News Center. After publishing millions of words of various literary works in hundreds of newspapers and periodicals across the country, he started writing novels in 2004. He has published several short and medium-length novels in October, Fujian Literature, Times Literature, Xiamen Literature, Qinghai Lake, Yanhe, etc. Some of his works have been reprinted in "Selected Novellas". He has published a collection of novels "Living More Complicated than a Cockroach" and a collection of essays "Fragments of Sunshine". Member of Fujian Provincial Writers Association and member of Chinese Prose Poetry Society. Su Afang's daughter will get married in a few days. As a daughter, she didn't worry too much. She had to pick and choose until she was thirty or even ten cents before she agreed on one and finalized the wedding date. Su Afang should be happy that the things on her mind were settled, but Su Afang couldn't be happy at all. She put down this worry and picked up the other one.

"Little Women (Illustrated Edition)" is a popular classic in American literature. It tells the story of four sisters growing up in an ordinary family during the American Civil War. Meg, Joe, Beth and Amy each have talents and dreams. When their father is in the army and life is difficult, they can only keep their beautiful dreams in their hearts. An ordinary mother who uses her loving motherhood and hard work to cultivate the healthy and happy growth of her children so that they can live happily. Under the guidance of their mother and the tempering of life, they cultivated the qualities of diligence, self-respect, friendship, kindness, perseverance, and optimism, and stepped towards the palace of their dreams.

In the spring when Fourth Gu was nineteen years old, a matchmaker came to the door and wanted to introduce a son-in-law to her. Fourth Gu hid out. After returning, the third wife and the fourth aunt said: The man introduced by the matchmaker, whose surname is Yang, works as an attendant at Shuangmutai Railway Station. I heard that this young man is good. Let's arrange a day for you two to meet. Fourth aunt said: No see. The mistress said: Do you want to be an old girl all your life? The fourth aunt and the fifth aunt were sleeping in the back room at night. The fifth aunt said: Sister, when it comes to freedom of marriage now, you have to make the decision yourself, not your mother or a matchmaker. You are too honest. If you find someone who is not online, you will ruin your life. Fourth Gu sighed and said nothing. Fifth Aunt said again: I have an idea. You listen to me and do it this way. The fifth aunt is three years younger than the fourth aunt. She is the director of the women's association in the village. She is young and ambitious, can speak and sing, and can kill and kill decisively.

Su Xin woke up. But for half the afternoon, he was still stuck in intermittent confusion. In the evening, a woman came in. "You're finally awake." Her voice sounded filled with surprise. It was as if his waking up could make her feel the beauty of the world again. But she put a thermometer into his mouth, acting professionally, though not rudely. Who I am. He has been thinking about it for a long time. "Where is this?" He heard his own voice. Unfamiliar, dull and indifferent, like thick ice cubes cracking in water. There is also a trace of instinctive vigilance echoing in the lingering sound. "Intensive care unit." She replied, "But you will get better and maybe you will be moved to a general ward tomorrow." The news spread quickly. Of course, many people have been spying. This result may disappoint them.

I am not afraid of loneliness, but I am afraid of loneliness. I can no longer stand the current environment and state I am in. The isolation and loneliness make me breathless. Every day, apart from saying "It's boring, it's still boring, it's really boring" to Tang Min, who lives in the same dormitory, they just look at each other. There are only two of us in a four-person dormitory, can't we really do something? My rhetorical question seemed to trigger Tang Min's tense nerves. She suddenly jumped down from the upper bunk, grabbed a few handfuls of hair in front of the mirror, picked up her bag and went out, leaving me with my mouth open. Before her shocked expression faded away, she ran back and added to me that I was going to meet netizens, and I would go crazy if I didn't go out. After the air was stirred by Tang Min turning around and leaving, it became calm again, making people suffocating.

Yang Muqing has his turn on duty every week. Every time he is on duty, he is the last teacher to leave the school. In addition to fulfilling his duties as a teacher on duty, he also cleans the office. On this day, as soon as Yang Muqing stepped out of the office, the cell phone in his pocket rang. He glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was his second brother Yang Danqing. Yang Muqing answered the phone and heard Danqing say to him, Mu Qing, I want to discuss something with you. Yang Danqing lives together in the county town. We meet frequently on weekdays and rarely make phone calls. The only reason we occasionally talk on the phone is because of her mother's affairs. This time, it's no exception. On the phone, Dan Qing said to his brother Yang Muqing, I want my mother to stay at your house for a while this month.

Chuan Ni, whose real name is Liu Chunfeng, is the author of the novel "Fashionable Animals", the novella "I Have a Date with Lhasa", "White Collar's Lunch", etc. Graduated from the Literature Department of the People's Liberation Army Art Institute and worked as a screenwriter at the Zhanqi Repertory Theater. Now lives in Beijing. My husband said to me, you are already a middle-aged woman. That was the most he said to me in a while. Although many women write articles praising the charm of middle-aged women, in fact, everyone wishes to stay young forever, and so do I. Especially in a young city like Shenzhen. According to statistics in the media, the male to female ratio in Shenzhen is one to three, and the young women in Shenzhen are all dazzlingly beautiful.

Yang Se was lying on the bed. In fact, she had woken up a long time ago, or she had not slept well at all, let alone a deep sleep. She had been like this in the past few days. She stared at the suspended ceiling above her head, that extremely familiar yet slightly simple ceiling, and kept thinking about those few things in her mind, which had become the most disturbing things for her in recent days. She didn't know whether trouble was coming to her or because she was looking for trouble. Anyway, she always had some unsettling things in her mind. Before the previous set of things could be understood and sorted out, the latter set of things happened one after another. The whole brain has become a store, wholesale and retail are pouring in, and she has to accept them all, take care of them, and want to sort them out. Sometimes she also thought about why she had to keep her mind busy all day long. She should eat and sleep when she should, but she couldn't do it. As soon as she stopped for a moment, those things came back, trying to get into her mind. She had to free up space immediately to welcome them in.

You have a sleepless night. On the soft Simmons bed, you seemed worried and restless. You want to sleep quietly and let everything calm down, like you have completed an unsurprising interview assignment. You keep reminding yourself that although you are deep in the mountains, you are staying in a hotel in the county, Weilin Hotel. But it is precisely the word "weilin" that makes you unable to feel the slightest sense of comfort and ease. Wei Lin means nothing more than the coming of kingly power. It marks the conquest of orthodoxy over rebellion, civilization over barbarism. In the haze, you seemed to see a scene hundreds of years ago. A group of majestic soldiers marched in the ancient mountain stronghold. Their iron armor shone dazzlingly in the pale sunshine, and their dust-stained flags fluttered in the biting mountain wind. The ragged mountain people gathered around to watch the team return victoriously. They looked on with expressionless faces. The team finally drifted away. The mountain people also meandered away.

Just after the Dragon Boat Festival, the temperature has risen sharply, indicating that the summer in Jiangnan is coming. Leng Yanbing felt particularly irritable, not only because of the high temperature, but also because someone called him to meet him last night. The caller was his first girlfriend, a beautiful woman named Liu Xiaomin. Ordinarily, he should be happy to have such an affair, but he couldn't be happy and was even afraid to see her. Because before the Chinese New Year last year, Leng Yanbing reported a case of selling counterfeit money. When the report was made, Yan Bing did not know the details of the suspect. He only knew that it was a boss named Tang. Later, the public security personnel went to the hotel and arrested Boss Tang. Du Jie, the accountant in Leng Yanbing's construction team, told Yan Bing angrily, "Tang Wenqian was arrested, did you really report it?"

In school, Lao Ya was famous for his playful habits. Unexpectedly, in secular social life, the classmate who did best in the workplace was also Lao Ya. This was beyond our expectation, so we often miss Lao Ya. Many times, recalling the various loves Lao Ya has experienced has become a boring thing that is indispensable in our lives. Among the boys in the class, Lao Ya can be regarded as a very avant-garde man. Regarding men and women, Lao Ya has a famous "stinky tofu" theory: Men are like stinky tofu, the smellier they are, the more popular they are; women are like flowers. Once the short shelf life has passed, no matter how beautiful the flowers are, they are useless.

Across the soft leather satchel, she pinched the thin, hard-cover notebook inside again, feeling a sense of sadness in her heart for no reason. For this hard, thin notebook, she had swallowed so much nagging from her mother over the years, and endured so many complicated looks! Now, it is finally held in her hand obediently. She can squeeze it as much as she wants, pat it as much as she wants, and put it wherever she wants! Xiao Han thought about it for a while, breathed a long sigh of relief, and looked up at the sky. The autumn sky was so high that even his dreams could not touch it. Occasionally, two leisurely white clouds floated over the blue background of the tiles, and they were stepped on by unknown gods - making themselves look as small as ants. A habitual feeling of humiliation made Xiao Han retract her gaze and lower her head to look at her toes. The colorful tile road extended from her toes, moving forward with no end in sight.

It was raining sporadically in the sky, and the dark clouds were thick, making people think that heavier rain would fall. I searched all over the house in the woods and found an old umbrella. I opened it and saw that two branches of the umbrella were broken, and the black umbrella cloth lay in pain like a lazy dog ​​with cramps. Lin Zi frowned, glanced at Xiu's small red umbrella standing by the door, and then turned to look at Xiu. Xiuzheng was sitting in front of the dressing table, fiddling with her two sparse short eyebrows, completely oblivious to his presence. Lin Zi had no choice but to move his bicycle downstairs and rush to the unit in the rain. Ou Gang, deputy director of the Township Enterprise Committee, was sitting in the big office fiddling with the rag-like attendance book. When he saw Lin Zi coming in, he showed a solemn look on his face and said, Lin Zi, you have been late twice this month. Once, your administrative bonus for this month is gone. Lin Zi smiled and said, my twenty yuan was allocated from the finance, and no one has the right to deduct it.

On this autumn afternoon, the Fukuyama Hotel on Kamaishi Beach, Japan, gradually became quiet. The lunchtime mackerel dumplings were all sold out, and the restaurant owner and two Japanese waitresses started preparing the evening dumplings. Fang Chengan is a capable man, with a tall face and a talented appearance. Two Japanese girls, one tall and one short. The taller one is called Qing Huizi; the one named Shuijing Judai is very small, like a primary school student, with a smile on his face all the time and very eloquent. Fang Cheng'an taught how to prepare mackerel stuffing very seriously, and the operating procedures were quite rigorous. Fang Cheng'an used a bamboo blade to scrape the Spanish mackerel meat. He could not use iron knives, which would smell like iron. Such a smell might change the deliciousness of the mackerel. After preparing the meat, chop it into pieces with a bamboo knife, then put it into a wooden basin and stir it. Add water and white meat while stirring.

This is his first time in Beijing. He was already thirty-three years old, and in the third year after his thirties, he stepped into Beijing for the first time. He didn't think too much, and he didn't have any emotions. He just felt strange. He had arrived in a strange place, and he didn't recognize a street or a building. Being in a huge and unfamiliar city, there are always many worries and worries. After he got off the train at Beijing Station, he couldn't even tell the direction around him. He didn't know the east, west, north, and south, so he followed the flow of people out of the station and arrived at the station square. There is probably nothing wrong with following everyone. There should be many feelings, but there is really nothing, and there is nothing special and different from the first time entering other cities. The most worrying thing is the fear of not finding the way.

When Xu Kaishan went to Jinan Provincial Hospital for a check-up, he was found to have advanced lung cancer. The person who examined Xu Kaishan was his daughter Mei Zhu's classmate. "Go home and follow the old man's will. Eat what you want, play whatever you want, and let the old man live a good life every day." "Is there no best treatment?" "If you don't tell the old man the true condition and treat conservatively, you may be able to live for a year and a half. Of course, it depends on everyone's physical condition." Mei Zhu acted very calmly. Her mother-in-law died of lung cancer. She hid the CT films in the trunk, checked the Chinese patent medicines and Western medicines she got from the pharmacy, and threw all the instructions with the words "treating lung cancer" into the trash can. She used a ballpoint pen to paint these words on the medicine bottles and boxes in blue.

Sister, tonight I am in Delingha, the night is shrouded/Sister, tonight I only have the Gobi/At the end of the grassland, I have empty hands/I cannot hold a teardrop when I am sad/Sister, tonight I am in Delingha/This is a desolate city in the rain/.../Tonight the highland barley belongs only to herself/Everything is growing/Tonight I only have the beautiful Gobi, empty space/Sister, tonight I don't care about humans, I just want you. The above is excerpted from Haizi's poem "Diary". I would like to dedicate this paragraph to my eldest sister. Sister, I don't care about human beings tonight, I miss you in distant Shenzhen. From morning to night, the sky in my hometown has a gloomy face like a rich woman, and she seems to be holding back her urine. By dusk I couldn't hold it in any longer - it was snowing. Sister, I'm sorry for you. You are a laid-off worker from Wuxi Cotton Textile Factory.

Forgiving others' faults is one's own honor. --Bible. Everyone knows that this ring looks like it has wings. Rings are a much-loved accessory and a favorite of women. Regardless of whether a woman looks ugly or handsome, whether her family is rich or poor, when she gets engaged, the most important thing is to have a ring. It is best to have her sweetheart kneel down on one leg and lovingly put a dazzling ring on the girl's bamboo shoot-like finger like what is shown on TV. Then, the two of them intertwined their fingers and stared at each other affectionately, vowing that they would be poor, sick, and climb the mountain of swords in this life.

Chen Xiaoyin walked out of the school gate with his schoolbag on his back and saw his father at first sight. There were many parents gathered at the school gate, but he could always see his father at a glance. Chen Dayin always stood in the most conspicuous place, and he had the darkest face, as dark as the dirty and wrinkled leather shoes on his feet. Xiaoyin, Chen Dayin shouted, and at the same time raised his hand and shook it towards his son. His cries and movements were completely unnecessary. Chen Xiaoyin walked up to him silently, put his little hand into his rough big hand, and said, "Dayin, let's go." Chen Xiaoyin is used to calling him this, he said, Dayin, let's go. Chen Dayin led his son through the crowd and walked east along the sidewalk of Yangqiao Road. His rental house is in the east and his workplace is in the north, so others may misunderstand him and think he really works in some workplace, just like the parents of his son's classmates.

Xue Zhiming has been playing piano since he was in elementary school. He teaches in art training classes run by his classmates. In addition to this, he also holds a part-time job, playing piano in a restaurant at noon, five days a week. I was introduced to playing piano in a restaurant by a friend. When my friend went to eat in that restaurant, she saw a display rack recruiting piano players at the door, so she recommended it to her. She was not in love at that time and had nothing to do. Apart from going to training classes every night, she had plenty of time during the day, so she went there. She plays the piano by profession and plays it every day. She has no interest in it or explores it, but she is not bored yet, so it is pretty good. Some students also taught piano after graduation, but later changed their careers after getting in touch with them. At that time, most of their classmates who graduated from the piano department were pursuing this career path in addition to further studies.

This is a novel written many years ago. The author, Mr. Wu Ang, once served as Yuncheng District Administrative Office Commissioner and Prefectural Committee Secretary. In the 1960s, his works were published in publications such as "Grup" and "Shanxi Literature and Art". He is now over 70 years old. This novel was written entirely based on the author's personal experience during the "Cultural Revolution" period. After the novel was completed, it was put away in a bookcase and never shown to anyone. Reading this novel, although the narrative has obvious limitations of the times, is not without benefit for people today to reflect on that period of history. At the same time, it is a rare material for understanding and understanding the thinking and creative level of the author's generation. Therefore, this magazine decided to publish this novel without any modifications and maintain its original appearance for the benefit of readers. When I received a letter from Zhang Changhong and Yang Cuiping inviting me to attend their second wedding, I was so happy that I couldn't sleep all night.

When Gangzi climbed to the top of the fire-watching tower, he didn't expect a woman to be walking towards him. Gangzi stood in front of the fifty-magnification telescope, slowly rotating and looking around. The vast forest sea immediately filled his field of vision. Gangzi did not look at the black pine, cypress, spruce and birch forests, but specifically looked for the mist-filled areas in the forest. Once he recognized that it was not fog but smoke, he immediately used the radio to report the fire situation to the Fire Prevention Office of the Forestry Bureau more than a hundred miles away. On days when there was only fog but no smoke, or both smoke and fog, he looked at it repeatedly and countless times, and the task was completed.

I am already thirty years old and love has not really sprouted yet. Will it still grow healthily? This is a problem. I was on the way to No. 10 Bus station with my old classmate Zheng Jie. I thought of this question at an inappropriate time. Zheng Jie is really good. He has helped me connect people again and again, and he is a bit like a mother-in-law. We stood under the billboard next to the bus station in a very secular manner and waited. Fortunately it was night so it was not easy to be discovered. It was supposed to be 7:40, but it was already 7:52, and the other party still hadn't shown up. I'm a little bored. I was just about to break through this layer of annoyance when Zheng Jie found his target. I have to admire his extraordinary discernment. He did not know the woman being introduced. I don't even know the introducer of that party.

At noon, when Xiao Fan Ergen's call came in, Qi Shunshui was treating his girlfriend Wang Qiaoxiu to spicy hot pot. The spicy hot pot is very suitable to Wang Qiaoxiu's appetite. Wang Qiaoxiu eats it steaming hot and her face is red. Qi Shunshui was smoking a cigarette, happily watching Wang Qiaoxiu eating, and talking about her own concerns, when Fan Ergen called. Qi Shunshui pressed the answer button, and Fan Ergen's rough voice came out of the phone. Fan Ergen said that the development of our Liudao Street is different from other places. The living people will be relocated, and the dead will also be relocated. The county bought a piece of land next to the railway ditch and let us use Liudao Street as a cemetery. We had seven days to move each family's grave there. If they don't move, who will be responsible for whose parents the building suppresses?