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It was three o'clock in the afternoon when Lu Min left home. At that time, his son Lin Lin was still playing with his computer. When she hurried out, she raised her head and glanced at the sky. There was only a trace of clouds in the sky. Although the sun was still high in the sky, the clouds were a little red. Mimi yelled and chased after her. She scolded it loudly and shut it back into the house. She heard the little thing scratching the door loudly, and called Lin Lin loudly: "Don't just lie there, feed Mimi." She couldn't hear her son's answer, only the keyboard was still crackling. She left, thinking as she walked, this child couldn't continue like this, her whole life was taken up by a computer. Lu Min went to the Evening News to attend a readers' symposium.

The father's worries were correct, and his daughter Han Xue was indeed in trouble. Han Xue and the Belarusian exiled young man Goncharov met a long time ago. At that time, they were still children and had no contact with each other, but they had a good impression of each other. They really met at a dance. It was the early winter of 1942, an afternoon with clear snow. Han Xue, who was studying at the National High School, sat in the classroom with her classmates to participate in the "hard-working service" and mended military sacks for the Japanese army. A mountain-like pile of sacks was piled at the door of the classroom, exuding a pungent smell. Most of the girls who come to the national high school are young ladies from wealthy families and have never done such dirty and tiring work.

She left the loose rock and walked towards him. He was sitting in a wheelchair with his eyes closed and seemed to be asleep. She went over to hold the handle of the wheelchair and stood behind him. She said: Xiaolai, this is the sea. You can take a good look at her now. He tried to open his eyes. He had closed his eyes just now and had been listening to the tide of the sea and the sound of the waves hitting the rocks. He opened his eyes and saw the endless sea in front of him. The sea water was blue and a little dazzling. He also saw layers of waves lining up to rush to the shore. It was the time of high tide, and the waves were very powerful. They slapped the rocks under their feet with a roar, and a few waves jumped off the cliff and fell into the sea. A few seagulls flew neither high nor low, leaving behind a string of cries. In front of him was the sea he longed for. He struggled on the wheelchair and finally stood up.

Tonight in Harbin is an ordinary night. The windows of the Europa-style buildings are filled with neon lights; on the snowy road, Belarusian men and women cuddle up and talk about love; the London ballroom in Nangang District is still full of music, and men and women are dancing. However, Wei Shuyao's behavior in the ballroom tonight was shocking and impressive. Her girlfriend Wang Dafang wanted her boyfriend Bao Zangzhong to get acquainted with her, so she specially booked a private room in the ballroom as a meeting place. Dancers all said that Wang Dafang had good luck and made friends with Wei Shuyao, who was loyal and wealthy. In order to let Wei Shuyao get to know Bao Zangzhong better, Wang Dafang simply left them in the private room and went to find a dancing partner to dance. It costs a lot of money to pay for a private room in a dance hall. The money spent for one night is enough to cover the living expenses of two ordinary people for a month.

This is a wonderful article about bank financial management and investment fraud, which is completely in sync with life. The female manager in the lobby is petite and cute, and she is completely superficial. She misappropriated her client's deposits out of a desperate marriage and poor family background, while her boyfriend's father loved his son in a snitch manner. Could it be that the good and evil of human nature are just a matter of thoughts? I have known since I was a child that I am very ordinary, very very ordinary, but behind most stupid birds is a hard-working bird-catcher. My father is this kind of person. In elementary school, he accompanied me in math development classes for 3 hours a week. Seeing that I could no longer embroider this sack, my father immediately launched a backup plan and let me attend the physical education department of a university closer to home.

When Zhang Shuisheng and Qian Xiaomei got married, not only did they not face any opposition from their family, but they also received unanimous support from the whole family. Although Qian Xiaomei is not very outstanding in appearance, she is not ugly at all. She is also very practical, simple and capable. It is not easy to find such a good woman even with a lantern. Qian Xiaomei is also satisfied with Zhang Shuisheng. On the contrary, Zhang Shuisheng is not very satisfied with Qian Xiaomei. He is a regular university graduate, writes elegant poems, and works in the municipal government. He has a promising future. How can you find a layperson like Qian Xiaomei? Although Qian Xiaomei also stayed in school, what kind of school was that? Technical vocational schools can only be regarded as technical secondary schools at best. It would be great if she could be a teacher, but she didn't become a teacher, not even a teaching assistant. She was just a handyman in the General Affairs Department, which made Zhang Shuisheng embarrassed to introduce her to her friends.

What a surprise to meet you so far away. Yes, it's like an arranged joke. When was the last time we met? Three years ago, I didn't see you again for three whole years. It was a good time, that's when you remember someone. --Have you ever thought of me for anything in the past three years? I can't remember, but I will always think of you because of something. Do you still remember my name? Yes. But you never called me by my name, especially when I met you so far away. Yes, when I met you three years ago, I never called you by your name. He recalled the situation when they met, but he couldn't think of a very precise impression.

Wen Chengzhuo and Hu Meizi got married and traveled to Beijing after getting off the train. Meizi was lost. Wen Chengzhuo is looking for Meizi in Beijing. I searched for six years. Finally, I found a woman who looked a lot like Mei Zi in a bun shop. But this woman who looks very much like Meizi does not admit that she is Meizi. What happened next between Wen Chengzhuo and this woman. Was the lost plum finally found? In the sixth year when Wen Chengzhuo was looking for Hu Meizi in Beijing, he met Hu Fengxia. That day, Hu Fengxia was sitting behind the glass window of a bun shop near the children's hospital, wearing a red down jacket. The winter sunlight passed through the glass and fell on her body and hair, making her look particularly bright and warm.

Everyone who has seen flowers says they are beautiful. In particular, Hua'er's skin was so pink and tender that it looked like water could be squeezed out with just a pinch. This was rare in those days when oil and food were scarce. This is not only because Hua'er is naturally beautiful, but also because Hua'er's family is in good condition. Her parents are the only daughter and she has never been in debt for good food and drink. Therefore, Hua'er is like a beautiful flower growing on fertile land, becoming more and more delicate. Hua'er's previous home was considered a respectable family in Xiangyang Town. Hua'er's father is the only college student at the "Hongqi Hardware Factory" in the town. He works as a technician in the factory and is a cadre in various positions. Hua'er's mother is the deputy secretary of the party committee of the hardware factory and a serious cadre.

Jiang Bei was born in Jilin City, Jilin Province and graduated from Jilin Medical College. He started writing novels in 2006, and some of his works were reprinted by "Selected Novels" and selected into "China's Annual Short Stories 2010". Xiuyan lay sprawled on the concrete steps in front of the township government door. That afternoon, the sun was still hanging strongly in the sky, and streams of sticky and ambiguous wind passed through the sweaty faces of the onlookers with schadenfreude, and penetrated into the pores of the open mouths, hiding in the shade and watching the excitement. Secretary Zhang stuck his head out of his office on the second floor and looked at the scene outside the window. There was a helpless and troubled look on his face, and his eyebrows and nose were tugged as if they were being hung up by threads. No sound came out of his mouth, but he was already cursing in his heart.

There are no flowers in the garden. No one can figure out why a garden villa without flowers is called a garden villa. Huayuanzhuang is a community, a community developed at the foot of a mountain by a developer who did not advance or retreat, that is, during the period when development was at its peak. Because it is at the foot of a mountain and built according to the mountain, the shape of the community is a bit special. Instead of buildings sitting in rows, they are scattered in different heights, fronts and backs, and in different directions. Therefore, the Garden Villa has a certain sense of beauty and sentiment in the eyes of outsiders. And because it is developed at the foot of a mountain, the space feels larger, which makes it a bit more spacious, unlike the buildings in the city that are squeezed together, giving people the feeling of congestion. In short, people here feel relaxed, comfortable and open at first glance. This sentient being is none other than me. I discovered this place by chance one day.

On this day, Zhang Qiang received a letter. He was deeply surprised. He had not received a letter for many years. First, I have little contact with my former classmates and friends. Second, if you want to communicate, there are many tools available, such as telephone and Yimeier. Letters have become an ancient form of communication. To him, it was mysterious and childish. It had carried too much joy and sorrow in his boyhood, and it should be kept at the bottom of the box as an antique. And he has never been in the habit of rummaging through boxes. The letter always reminded him of the pain of pursuing Bai Ding. And this letter did mention Bai Ding. To be precise, it was an anonymous letter, printed in official script, but he read it with a hint of gunpowder. It seems that this is one of Bai Ding's admirers. He looked at it twice. I can't think of anyone around me who looks like the owner of the letter.

Dong Shumin, female, was born in Shenyang in December 1968. Member of Liaoning Provincial Writers Association. Studied at Liaoning University of Literature. His major works include: the novel "Between Life and Death" and "Boundary". The short and medium-length novels include "The Fading Butterfly", "Debt", "Dark Cloud Tana", "The Truth", etc. Some works have been selected by novel selections. Among them, "The Gone Butterfly" was selected into the "2006 Chinese Novel Ranking". No one expected that the hall would collapse, but it did. There was no sign. The exact time when the hall collapsed was 12:43 noon. Old Jiang remembered this very clearly, because he had just checked the time, and it was the chicken rack that asked him to see it. The chicken rack had another shipment to be delivered, and he was busy. He was afraid of missing something, so he asked Old Jiang to show him what time it was.

Don't think that "Hamburg old ladies" refers to all the old ladies in Hamburg, and don't think that it is just any one among the old ladies in Hamburg. It is an "honorific title" given to a specific old lady in Hamburg by my husband and me - Frau Greinert. Madame Golenat was our landlady in Hamburg more than ten years ago. In person, we call her Mrs. Golenat, of course in German. When we mention her in private, we change her name to "Old Lady", which is smooth Chinese. For example, one day I told my husband that the old lady invited us to dinner on the weekend; another day my husband told me that the old lady's car hit the iron gate downstairs in the afternoon and the iron bars were bent. In fact, we called her that when she was there, and she didn't understand Chinese anyway.

On their first day at work, Zhou Xiliang and the others saw the woman named Lingxiang. On the first day of work, I don't go into the well, I attend training. Before new workers go into the mine, they must undergo a week of safety training. Those who participated in that training were newly arrived migrant workers. A total of five of them came to Songtaergou. In addition to Zhou Xiliang, there were also Wang Le, Guo Yongshun, Jiang Yushui, and Liu Shushan. It was just after the New Year, and the car drove for a whole day in the light snow before arriving at the wellhead. The huge mountains of gangue are like the pyramids of Egypt, and the tall coal bunkers are like satellite transmission towers. The bedding they brought themselves was placed on the hot bed in the dormitory. On the floor were boxes containing their sundries. There was also a thermos placed on the box, and then there were the lunch boxes they used to bring food down the well. They were novel, excited, talking and laughing.

In order to get ahead, some people do not hesitate to lower their bottom line again and again; some people feed others "chicken soup" and drink the bitter wine, but they enjoy it as if they are sweet wine. In the new self-media era, everyone has the opportunity to become a star. Read it, this is your and my "City". The stolen gong cannot be struck-Jiang Zi knew it, but he made himself a stupid thief. If you have the guts to be a thief and want to eat meat, you must have the strength to withstand the beating. Lin Xiaoxiao's scoldings came overwhelmingly on the other end of the phone. Every time Jiang Zi tried to argue, she was beaten back by Tou Tou. After that, she stood there in silence. Lin Xiaoxiao's attacks became more and more powerful. Jiang Zi wanted to yell back several times, but she held it back, making her whole body tremble slightly. There was a beeping disconnection sound, and Jiang Zi let go of her slightly convulsing hand and let the phone fall on the bed.

The first time Liu Xueying saw Wu Peiyun burning cigarettes was almost a month after she came to Shenzhen. At that time, the weather was already a little cool in autumn, and even in the south, there was also a rustling atmosphere. Many withered leaves were added out of thin air on every road, and the cold wind made people feel chilly. The aunt still asked Liu Xueying to insert a mosquito killer, but she still emphasized that there were small bites, and her skin and flesh would be pricked suddenly, causing pain and itching for several days. Liu Xueying has been sleeping on the floor for the past month, lying on the lower side of her aunt's big bed. Wu Peiyun's house was very big. It was converted into a two-story duplex a few years ago, which made Liu Xueying feel confused when she first entered the house. Yu Xiu and Qian Fang lived in one room upstairs, Qiqi lived in the other room, Peiyun and Jingwen lived in the big bedroom, the smaller room downstairs was given to the live-in nanny Sister Chen, and the aunt lived in the large guest room.

Bear Town is a small town, which is remote and lonely, with long winters and a lot of snow. The people in the town know how to be silent and patient. Bear Town is a small town, an ice hockey stadium, several families, a bar, a forest, a boy and a girl, a group of boys and several girls, a group of men and a group of women. It is quiet. It broke out one night when a girl's shirt was torn and a button fell to the floor. How should we live? How to love? How to win? How to protect that precious thing? How to choose and be a better person? This is a small town, but this is a whole world. There are many people here, but in the end you only read about yourself.

In fact, why do you need so much writing? In fact, only eight words are enough - love will hurt you for a lifetime, and it will end in three dreams. Three dreams... And ended. I felt tired, so I lay down on the desk and wanted to sleep for a while, but suddenly I felt itchy on my cheeks. So he opened his eyes, raised his head, and saw a green peach blossom falling on his wrist. Outside the window, the peach blossoms are blooming. The boy playing the flute under the flowers was smiling and looking at me.

Adjutant Yan pinched the brim of the homespun military cap and pulled it left and right, loosening his forehead, and said with a smile, "Your family's contribution to the party is to send three beautiful girls to the team." Miss Yin patted the Eight Immortals table lightly, and said sternly with her almond-shaped eyes, "We are defecting to the revolution, not condolences to the warlords." Adjutant Yan smiled and said nothing.

The emotions between a man and a woman from a foreign country - the kind of love between a man and a woman that is insignificant under the surface of a chaotic life, but yet goes deep into the bone marrow. After everyone left with good intentions, Tang Ya took out a bottle of American vodka, rice wine from Fuling, a cocktail shaker, and a bullet cup from her luggage, all of which were placed in front of the tombstone, and began to make the cocktail called potassium cyanide. She sat on the floor, shaking the wine, and said in surprise, I saw the bartender again. It turned out that he did not return to China, he opened his own bar in Shanghai... I finally knew why I could no longer taste that spicy taste... It turned out that I had been missing a little salt in it. Tang Ya saw the man again who turned around and looked back at her in the crowd.

Facing them, Li Fangzhong smiled very stiffly. Mu Jia didn't laugh, but Ma Huixian did. As soon as his eyes lit up, Ma Huixian put on the same clothes as when he first saw her: a blue polyester cardigan spring and autumn jacket, gray Vanlidine pants, and a pair of wide black-rimmed glasses, looking fashionable, decent and arrogant. At this time, Li Fangzhong had a hallucination: Is she really going to marry Mu Jia? Mu Jia is also wearing Han attire, a brand new railway uniform. There was not much expression on his face, he just looked at Li Fangzhong kindly. As if to answer, Ma Huixian took Mu Jia's arm and raised her other hand in a demonstrative manner, waving it in a standard gesture for others to take pictures. This reminded the Yi man, who also raised his hand and waved it.

After that, she wandered around the world, living in a narrow thatched house, exposed to wind and rain. Every day I have light tea and light meals, and I always look into the distance and cry silently. Within a few years, she no longer resembled a human being. But deep down in her heart, she still had not forgotten the dream in the past. Qingbai, who was practicing in Mang Mountain, had the same dream as her day and night. He copied scriptures for half a year and studied Buddhism for a year, but he was still entangled in old dreams and the threads he had buried with his own hands. Only now did he dare to admit that he had never forgotten that woman, that heroic and unruly woman. And the promise that you'll just have to wait until you're hungover.

As I continued to tell, fragments of the past flashed back one after another, and the people and things I had seen seemed to be carefully helping me to think about this unknown happiness. It was as if I suddenly understood the meaning of the Queen's intrusion into my life. Did she appear just to remind me how bad it was to give up on myself? It's simply a revelation. With the accompaniment of cracking charcoal, I kissed my niece's chubby face and let her little hands scratch around. Firecrackers exploded outside, signaling the arrival of the new year uninvited.

Huo Scar didn't expect to die, and Huo Scar was shocked. The few people brought by Huo Scar were also shocked. Because this kind of righteousness they had never seen before, the soul-stirring righteousness born of love, completely destroyed the courage they had in their hearts to support their bravado. They looked at each other, they were timid, they stepped back one after another to make way, and watched helplessly as Jisu held up his head high and hugged Luhua, walked slowly over, and slowly walked away. They are like clay and wood sculptures. They have never thought that in Jisu's heart, there are blue skies and white clouds, some are holy snow-capped mountains, and some are the long river of life. The reed flowers are flying...

The mother stepped into the holly, staggered, and almost tripped over the holly, shouting: "Chengcheng, Chengcheng..." The father was about to pull her away, and the mother hurriedly followed her father to search in the holly. The two of them pulled at the holly, and the shouts became louder and louder: "Chengcheng, Chengcheng..." Chengcheng did not agree, no! Chengcheng's cry represented his answer - Chengcheng finally cried "Wow" and cried. Chengcheng saw a pair of warm hands, two pairs of warm hands...

She wanted to let him remember her most beautiful appearance at the last moment, so she used her last strength to hold herself up, raised her face and kissed his cheek, giving him the most beautiful smile in her life. She said: "Lu Mo, I really want to marry you most." But she knew that her wish would never come true...

Ma Zhaorong seemed to put all her trust in the bee, as if the bee that awakened her memory instantly sublimated into the religion that redeemed her. She tried her best to chase the bee, but she forgot the danger of falling if she turned over. The moment his body was moved by the shifted center of gravity, Ma Xiaofang reached out and bent down to stop him. However, Ma Xiaofang, who grabbed the rope on Ma Zhaorong's shoulder, underestimated the force of the falling center of gravity. Almost in the blink of an eye, he was led by Ma Zhaorong and fell off the roof, and he couldn't help but scream. What is he? Did he himself not expect that he would reach out to save himself? Did he finally find an earth-shattering way to die? Or - is he actually afraid of death? Tears filled Ma Zhaorong's eyes again. No one knows why the tears flowed this time, not even Ma Zhaorong himself.

"Green Bird Island is going to be developed!" A person in Pingcheng said so one day. A few days later several people said this. In a few days, someone returned from Green Bird Island. "The land is about to be sold out. I heard that a foreign businessman bought half of the island for 800,000 US dollars, and most of the remaining ones were bought by the 'big crabs' from several neighboring counties. I heard that a five-star hotel and a high-end amusement park are going to be built..." The tempting information spread like wildfire. One spreads to ten, and ten spreads to a hundred. As a result, the small island twenty-five nautical miles away from Pingcheng became mysterious, shining with gold in people's imagination. As a result, the ship from Pingcheng to Green Bird Island increased from every three days to once a day.

Jiaofeng and Twelve Hongs shouted together, Jiaofeng's voice was clear and bright: Boatman - Boatman - Marshal Xu behind him heard it clearly. He whipped his horse, shouting at the top of his lungs. Brothers, Mrs. Jiu is in front, hurry up, damn hurry up - the boat is moving - the boat turned around and rowed quickly towards the shore. The shouts of death from behind are getting closer and closer...

I finally understood my old aunt. She is a person with active cells in her bones and hair. She is not willing to live a mediocre and boring life. She is the kind of person who will die in silence if she does not explode in silence. Her variables are too many and too fast. This kind of person is too powerful and too scary. Later, when I grew up, I realized that there are actually many such women. From that day on, my old aunt was no longer my old aunt. No one knows where I went that day or how many tears I shed that day! I miss my old aunt, the original old aunt, I think about it so much that I go crazy and my heart aches! I looked at my old aunt and cried. I told her that I didn't want to make so much money, I just wanted to herd sheep...

My civilized father is also missing. I couldn't find it no matter what. Later, people discovered that a new grave had been added next to my grandparents' grave. People were speechless with surprise and fear. They didn't know how this new tomb was added and whose it belonged to? I know it belonged to my civilized father. Shuishi finally couldn't hold on any longer. Although I had been his son for a short time, I already had feelings for him. Shuishi didn't want to die, and I didn't want to die either. Although everyone was very sick, fate was ruthless. Shuishi held Shuilian's hand and cried for a long time before he died, and I cried with him for a long time. The moment before the end of my life, my soul left writing and returned to my civilized father. I told him that in this life, I loved him the most and loved him the most. I told him that if he was lucky enough to become a human again, I would also do his kidney to detoxify him. My father took me in his hands and cried loudly.

The setting sun refracted into the office through the clean windowpane, and the orange-red halo shone warmly on Cui Ruoshan's face. She read these lines of poetry aloud softly, over and over again, and again, and again. "You are me, I am me, but our pain has always been silent." One drop, two drops of her tears... Fell silently on the back of her hand, and her tears shone in the sunset. She finally shed tears for the first time for the man who had been briefly close to her life.

When Yue'er was about to climb the top of the mountain, Leng Feng, who had just discussed his employment options with Jiang Lingling for two hours, returned to the dormitory. His cell phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw that it was his father Leng Liming's cell phone number. The phone rang three times and then stopped. I have been coming to Donghai for four years. This is the contact information agreed between Leng Feng and his father. Leng Feng told his father that the call fee from Donghai is cheap, so Leng Feng usually makes the call back. Leng Feng walked to the corridor outside the dormitory door, picked up his cell phone and called his father, Leng Liming. After the ring rang several times, his father's deliberately lowered voice came from the receiver: "Leng Feng, is it Leng Feng?" Hearing his father's familiar deep voice, Leng Feng felt a little sad. The pressure of life over the years had already bent his father's voice.

At this moment, the car suddenly started moving, and I felt my body tremble, as if I was about to float. The scenery outside the window gradually became blurry. I really wanted to take a nap! I thought, by the time I opened my eyes, I would be home. My body swayed uncontrollably with the car, and the nursery rhyme I learned when I was a child vaguely sounded in my ears: The pond is full, and the rain has stopped. The mud on the edge of the field is full of loaches. Every day, I wait for you, waiting for you to catch loaches... In a daze, I feel that I have turned into a loach and dived into the bottom of the water. No one can catch it.

"Because in ancient times, they were originally seas." The sun has risen, and Namtso is as blue as the sky. And the sky is cloudless. I walked towards Namtso. Walk towards the ocean that existed thousands of years ago, towards the sea in your heart. Yi Bing once said: Facing the sea, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. The cold water covered me, and slowly I felt warm again.

"What type of girls do you like?" On the talk show stage, the host asked him gossiping about his private life. Looking at the dazed assistant below the stage, he smiled and replied: "I like my assistant Jiang Xiao'er." Jiang Xiao'er panicked when his name was called, and jokingly explained: "He may want to find a nanny." "I heard that you and Wen Junkai are now in a relationship and are dating." "That sounds like a good idea." When faced with romance rumors that they are dating, the two always deal with it with a tacit understanding. Jiang Xiaoer was secretly photographed going to the Maternity and Children's Hospital alone for a check-up, which immediately made real-time headlines that day. The next day, when he returned from a trip abroad, he was surrounded by entertainment reporters in the airport lobby. Faced with the reporters' questioning, he remained silent the whole time. No one noticed that there was a slight smile on his lips.

The person I truly loved suddenly left without saying goodbye, and I entered another maze in pain. This maze also contained a sad story that was gone but heartbreaking. The sound of the piano in the story was endless, which indicated that I was back with my lover again... I am not going to go home during the summer vacation. At noon, I went to the newsstand at the school gate and bought an evening newspaper. I didn't read anything else and went straight to the advertising page. An advertisement squeezed into the gap caught my attention: Home English teacher urgently needed, salary negotiable. If interested, please contact Mr. Lan, contact number ××××××××. I am a third-year student majoring in psychology and education at a prestigious university. I passed CET-6 in English when I was a sophomore, so I have no problem being an English tutor. When I returned to the dormitory, I immediately dialed the contact number.

Guzhou's calligraphy brushes are famous all over the world. Everyone knows that in Bucheng, which is under the jurisdiction of Guzhou, every household is engaged in making brushes, including women. The Zongjia Old Pen Zhuang Shanyutang on Gulou Street is one of the top pen shops in Guzhou and enjoys the reputation of "Four Elites". That is: the pen is fine, the pen tip is excellent, the pen barrel is exquisite, and the carving is exquisite. In particular, the Langhao brush is a masterpiece and is cherished by calligraphers and painters. It is said that the Langhao small regular script pens sold in the store during the Kangxi period were as expensive as ten taels of silver each, which made people widen their eyes in horror! Therefore, the ancestors of the Zong family were ordered to make imperial brushes for the emperor many times. It is said that on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in the eighteenth year of Guangxu's reign, laughter in Shanyu Hall spread from inside to outside the hall.

Before noon, Mao Lan went to the field to pick beans. When she went out, Sailor Yao was wearing clothes and squatting in front of the rocks under the eaves, tapping the dry mud like thick scabs on his hoe and the red rust stains like moss soaked by the rain. There was a cigarette in his mouth, and the blue tobacco pipes fluttered upwards, making it difficult to open his eyelids, just like river water lapping against the embankment. He simply closed his eyelids, tilted his head, and tapped the red rust on the hoe surface with a wooden shovel. The beating made Mao Lan's heart bristle, like a cat's claws reaching into her mouth and scratching her lungs and heart valves. Mao Lan was originally knitting a sweater under the peach tree in the courtyard, her ten fingers sliding on the bright silver iron drill.

The triennial Fangjiang Piano Competition opens. The winners here have repeatedly won international piano competitions and are attracting more and more attention. Contestants with different identities and talents meet here: they followed their beekeeper father around, they like music but they don't have one of their own. A natural boy who plays the piano; a girl who was once hailed as a child prodigy, but suddenly fled the stage after her mother passed away; a half-blood prince who comes from a piano family and is obsessed with everything from his appearance to his piano skills; an ordinary office worker who once gave up his dream of being a musician and did not challenge the competition again until his child was born. What exactly makes a genius a genius? Is it possible for ordinary people without extraordinary talent to pursue their dreams? What does music mean to people? After experiencing joy, trouble, disillusionment, and uneasiness, where will your life go? It was fate and a miracle that they met here. This smell of fate, the premonition of fate, people call it music. Listen carefully, the world is full of music.

The original title was "The Happy Life of a Home Girl in the Ancient Harem", which was revised to its current name in 2015. ? If a man is cruel, ruthless, full of schemes, and has a harem of three thousand beauties, all of whom are more beautiful than you... Then, do you want love? "Dream Sansheng·Flowers of the Floating World" "Dream Sansheng·Flowers of the Floating World" If he has been very bad to you, but also treated you very well, then do you still love him? She is the most unlucky, ambitious and untalented heroine in history. She just wants to live peacefully in the palace. But she was already hiding in the cold palace, why didn't she hide from the "wolf"? What to do when the emperor comes? Look at my mud-covered face! He is an emperor-like male protagonist who uses the country as his tactic and is as ruthless to himself as to others. The world is in competition with each other, and there are disputes over power. The love of a king is as deep as it is cold. This is the sweetest poison in the world, and the only one I can give you. It turns out that I went through so much hardship just to meet you.

Dating begins with communication, and love ends with communication. Do you dare to get married? Divorce, can you? Mrs. Song: You said you wanted to be a star, okay, I'll open a brokerage company with tens of millions to support you. Why, after a few years, you felt so hard that you dared to cheat? Hehe! Lu Lan: Anyway, the person I love is not my lover, so it doesn't matter who I marry. Mommy's baby will be mommy's baby. At worst, we both listen to the fuck together, but your son is a treasure and I am just a piece of shit? Haha... Zeng Yanan: Yes, I'm not good-looking and I can't find a partner. Mom, you don't have to spend money to buy me one, right? 500,000 Yuan to buy a marriage certificate, what's the result? Hehe? ! Mrs. Duanmu: I have experienced the happiness of rich people, but I have also experienced their unhappiness. Why are rich people always more unhappy than happy? The choice you make is up to you, haha. As the old saying goes, would you rather tear down ten temples than one marriage? But sometimes, it would be a great merit to break up the marriage.

I had known that this would be such a stumbling block to people's hearts. It would be better if we didn't know each other in the first place.

A sweet and bitter love, a golden couple in the entertainment industry.

Wang Jianshi was not happy. He believes that it is difficult for a husband and wife to work in the same unit, and it will also be difficult for them to be transferred in the future. But Lancao knew that he was unhappy in another way. She had a lot of gossip about Li Anguo's affairs, and there would definitely be more after she was transferred. With so many people passing it around, it was impossible for Wang Jianshi not to hear at all. Besides, the only requirement is to be transferred to a place with a good environment. How can there be any reason for the reverse? Could it be that his wife did something that she didn't dare to see others doing? But, bluegrass got out of there anyway and never wanted to go back.

Miao Dafeng's hands were much thinner and uglier than before. The hands are covered with age spots, and the bones are so skinny that they have no luster at all, as if they were dead branches. My mother watched and stroked her eyes, her eyes a little moist and blurry. The orchid that bloomed many years ago withered with the passage of time. Miao Dafeng left. In Perfume, the only person who had a story with her mother is gone. Mother Zhan Dafeng finally saw Miao Dafeng's hands, and she seemed to be excited about getting her wish. When I helped her walk home, my mother was still laughing and mumbling for no reason, but her laughter and mumbling that day were louder than before...

Su Ruohai occasionally went in to sit for a while, but couldn't help but stand up and wander around the platform. Every time a returning bus arrived at the station, he immediately ran forward excitedly to take a closer look, thinking that maybe Woeser was inside. Then he shook his head and returned disappointed. He had done this many times. Su Ruohai walked to the waiting room listlessly and sat down. He took out a square white handkerchief from his bag and wiped his face. He thought that this experience was so wonderful, as if he had been waiting for it all his life. This woman he loves deeply, this Tibetan girl as pure as the blue sky of Tibet, this beautiful lotus flower that is destined to be with him in this life, will appear in front of him in a while. This is Su Ruohai's long-awaited dream, and will this dream come true today? Woeser's eyes were already blurred with tears, and she could only see a piece of transparent blue floating towards her. It was a blue like the sea, broad and peaceful; it was a blue that made her forget her worries and sorrows, and brought her hope of happiness; it was a blue that was as pure and clear as the blue sky of Tibet, just like her. Wei Er couldn't help but fall into this blue embrace, and there was only one sentence that kept echoing in her ears: "I - love - you"...

On the day when Linger was found to be in trouble in the next life, the sun was particularly good, and it rained at night. The spring rain was small and thin, fluttering and moistening everything silently. Sophora flowers as white as snow, one by one, beeped and beeped, let the tender sunlight shine, releasing a rich and intoxicating fragrance, and triggering all things in the world into a turbulent and vigorous spring mood. In the next life, there would be some spring feelings in such a season. He stretched his head to the faucet and poured cold water over his head for a long time before wiping the water drops on his face. He took a deep breath, walked to the rabbit house, caught two male West German rabbits in two iron cages full of holes, and then walked out of the courtyard with them in his hands. He was going to Mrs. Lan's house to breed a female rabbit to Mrs. Lan's house.

My life began when I met the little mouse. Later, she wore a gray-blue gown with a gray stain on the corner. You can imagine that her life was not easy. Then I saw tears welling up in her eyes. The strange thing was that the tears did not move me, but made me feel disgusted. Almost instinctively, I rejected the woman in front of me. She didn't believe that all the heartbreaking things in the past would happen to her. Regret filled my heart as I watched her walk away. I turned around and looked at her back again. I could no longer see the girl running on the playground before. The horse's tail flying behind her disappeared from my heart forever. From this moment on, I lost my past, and my most precious memories were shattered.