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When he was 18 years old, Qi Honggui and Zhao Ziliang from the west end of the village participated in the Liuqin Opera performance in the village. The grand performance was organized by Xiao Guihua, the president of the Township Women's Rescue Association. When Xiao Guihua reported the township performance to the township chief, the township chief immediately said, "Very good!" At that time, the leaders of the 115th Division of the Eighth Route Army will also be invited to watch. Xiao Guihua, the president of the Women's Rescue Association, was shocked when she heard this and quickly said, "No!" Don't! The mayor asked, what's wrong? Xiao Guihua said that this is not a serious performance, that is, the well-spoken literacy classes and young men in each village are organized to be active and active. They need costumes but no costumes, and no props.

Shuangfeng Concentration Camp is located in the high mountains of Lingnan. This concentration camp set up by the Japanese was very special. It was not used to detain Chinese military prisoners of war, nor was it used to detain anti-Japanese comrades from all walks of life. Those imprisoned in this hell on earth were more than 500 young people under the age of 25, all of them college and middle school students. It can be said that those imprisoned here are all students.

The sun passed through the gap in the curtains and crawled on the white wall next to the bed, spitting out a streak of yellow. As Xiao Min moved her eyelashes, the streak of sunlight shone brightly in her eyes. Xiao Min stretched out her hands from the quilt and covered her face. A ray of sunlight entered through the gaps between her fingers. It illuminated her heart like a flashlight. Her heart beat loudly and the thumping of gongs and drums could not stop. Xiao Min turned over and lay on the bed, her cheeks smeared pink under the pink pillow towel. Xiao Min had a dream. She was still far away from her wheat field when she heard the sound of Zhang Qing's bicycle running. She straightened up from the wheat field. Zhang Qing and his bicycle floated beside a poplar tree on the roadside and stopped moving.

Liang Weitian sent the flight attendant Qin Wendawa onto the deck, and kept looking at her graceful back with long hair reaching her waist, and then left as the several-story ship was brightly lit like a house on the dark blue broad sea. Although there were only a few people on the street late at night, He stepped on the accelerator and drove home almost straight away. It was already past 2 o'clock in the middle of the night. He quietly parked the Mitsubishi SUV into the garage, then walked up the steps and opened the door gently. However, the keychain he took out of his trouser pocket made a loud clatter in the quiet night.

The annual Sophora japonica has bloomed again, soaking the entire Sophora japonica Alley in a light fragrance. For Jin Bao, this was a kind of memory, a childhood impression. He thought that if he were Van Gogh, he would be able to depict the kind of picture of locust trees blooming that other people can't feel at all, the kind of picture that is so white that it covers the sky and makes people burst into tears. Almost all of Jinbao's first memory fragments are related to Sophora Blossom Alley. Sophora Flower Lane is not very long, and the old walls on both sides look blue-grey from a distance. The lower part of the old wall is relatively humid, covered with moss, and has a very strong damp smell. Especially in rainy weather, the moss spreads very much, and sometimes spreads to the windowsills of those residents, sending the damp smell into other people's houses, causing some elderly people with asthma to cough.

An'an drew the curtains, put up the mosquito net, and I got under the quilt. On such cloudy and rainy days, the light is always dim and there is an indescribable coldness, so turn on the incandescent lamp and use the light to add some warmth. I like rainy days and I like to touch the moist and soft smell with my nose. It's like close people are close together, exchanging each other's breath. When it's not raining, I often hold a cup of hot tea, my lips close to the cup, and the tip of my nose rests on the rim of the cup, letting the hot water vapor surround me until the water mist licks away my low-hanging eyelashes and spreads all over my eyes. I read "Dramaturgy" on my pillow when I was a freshman, and I still find it a bit obscure when I read it. The book is spread out like this, giving the eyes a place to rest, and then letting the thoughts wander freely, and never taking them back again after they spread out.

The man wearing sunglasses fumbled his way into the milk tea shop. This was his third visit. He comes in at a time when there are usually few customers. Xiaoqian's milk tea shop is located on the street, diagonally opposite a junior high school, and most of her customers are students. There are four highest peaks in the day when going to school and after school. Xiaoqian had noticed him a long time ago. Not only did he wear sunglasses, he also had poor eyesight and walked unsteadily. The man in sunglasses approached the bar. Xiaoqian said, sit down and I will send you whatever you want. He said it was still the same as before, a cup of milk tea and a piece of cake. Xiaoqian turned around, prepared milk tea, and moved her plump body towards him. You should be on crutches. Xiaoqian said. You're used to it, don't use it. He said. Xiao Qian looked at him carefully and estimated that he was around forty years old. Except for the eyes covered by glasses, her face is pretty.

The world is really quiet, because the most intense noise is often silent. Just as dusk approaches. A woman walks silently, and no one hears the progress of a train in her chest - rumble, rumble, rumble, even speed, head-on, hypnotic, a louder noise that drowns out all noises. The street scene in Beijing in autumn is already messy, but this alley in the old district is very narrow. The high and low sounds of horns are the majestic yelling of drivers. This was not enough, someone leaned out and shouted: "Hey, that woman, what are you talking about! It's not a motor vehicle, walking on the road!" Li Tianjiao dodged in despair, and suddenly felt that her elbow was clamped hard by a huge pliers. She couldn't help but turn around, but someone next to her helped her. The man wore a khaki coat with a vertical collar and an inappropriate sun hat with the visor pushed extremely low. Hey, she seems to have seen him somewhere.

A child who lost his father in a car accident was sponsored to go to school and then became involved in the family and social life of his sponsor Zhang San. Zhang San raised a myna named Annie in his home, and he and the bird seemed to have a telepathic connection. In the child's imagination, his father always seems to be alive, but the car that caused the accident flashes in his mind in different ways...

The movie "Dangerous Liaisons" of the same name is directed by the famous director Quentin Tarantino. It is the most unique and distinctive one among Quentin's movies. I've flown seven million miles and married two drunkards and a drug addict. I feel like I'm forever starting over again, and before I know it, I have no choice. But you know what I'm most tired of? Smile. Pretend to be happy. Jackie Brown, a flight attendant, has been flying for nineteen years and is forty-four years old this year. After getting off the plane one day, she was arrested with a large amount of cash and a bag of drugs hidden in her suitcase. She had never lived a stable life.

In the 1980s, the Science and Technology Bureau and the Education Bureau were door-to-door, with an earthen wall separating the two units. An Jie on this side of the wall fell in love with Fang Dong on the other side of the wall, and people on both sides thought it was a natural thing. The two parents are very good colleagues. Anjie's father was in a car accident, which prevented her mother from enjoying the benefits of working for Han lesbians in Tibet, so she returned to the mainland to recuperate and give birth. After Anjie was born in Lhasa, Anjie's mother had to take care of both the old and the young. She was very busy all day long. Fangdong's mother took the initiative to help take care of Anjie. The Fang family had no daughters, so their two sons were raised in the mainland. They dressed Anjie up as a little fairy, jumping around around her, so she naturally had fun.

The political commissar of the Changfeng oil tanker rushed back to his cabin on the ship from the oil tanker management office, his mind still thinking about the job title evaluation mentioned by the department leader. Based on the number of years he has been engaged in ideological and political work and his own level of college education, he can at least be rated as an intermediate professional title political engineer. But the political commentator had to write a paper. He had never written a paper before, and he didn't know where to start. He tore out seven or eight pieces of paper and still couldn't figure it out. When he was so annoyed that he wanted to curse, the cabin door was gently pushed open, and a beautiful face with a smile came in. "Smiley Face" politely called the political commissar. The political commissar hurriedly stood up to greet him and asked the female league secretary of the steamship company with a smiling face to sit on the sofa. The female league secretary said that they had something important to discuss. Although the political commissar appeared to be frightened, he did not attach great importance to "important matters".

Although Qiu Jie had nothing, Mei Yiyi married him without hesitation. On the night before her wedding, Mei Yiyi's girlfriend Song Juan made a last-ditch effort. She used emotion and reason to persuade and scold Mei Yiyi, but it did not change Mei Yiyi's determination. When the helpless Song Juan left Mei Yi's family, she sighed repeatedly, "You are born to endure hardship." There will be times when you regret. Mei Yiyi said nothing. The next day, Mei Yiyi got married. It is said to be a marriage, but in fact there is no ceremony. Qiu Jie helped move Mei Yiyi's clothes from her parents' home to a rented house, and the marriage was considered complete. Qiu Jie was just a worker at that time, with only more than 40 yuan a month. He had to send money to his hometown in the countryside. Not only did he not have the money to host a banquet, he didn't even have decent furniture.

One morning in the summer, Jin Dong rode his mountain bike straight to the river with smooth sailing. He was going to swim in the big sand pit on the west side of Jiangqiao. He has a thin face and a strong spirit. Although crow's feet have appeared on both sides of the corners of the eyes, they are shallow and not very obvious. After passing the riverside community and climbing to the top of the embankment on the west side of the river bridge, the next slope begins. At this time, a clear and beautiful song suddenly came from the front: There is a good girl in that far away place. People passing by her tent would look back and look at her with nostalgia... What a familiar old love song, Jin Dong was suddenly reminded of many memories of his youth. He couldn't help but look up and saw a woman standing by the sand pit, facing the distant mountains and near the water, singing leisurely. The woman is of medium height, neither fat nor thin.

Ziqi discovered the beautiful jade on a Sunday afternoon. Originally, he was supposed to go shopping with his wife that Sunday afternoon, but after lunch he suddenly received a call from his mother-in-law, asking Mingyue to come to her place and accompany her to visit her grandma. Ziqi looked at Mingyue who looked unhappy and said: Do you need me to go? Mingyue put down the phone and said: No, I'll go with my mother. Ziqi saw that Mingyue was a little unhappy, so he said: "It's right to look at grandma." Mingyue said nothing, just glanced at him, and then went to the bathroom to freshen up. After a while, he walked out of the house. After his wife left, Ziqi felt a little confused. He was often like this. Once something he had decided on was suddenly cancelled, he would feel at a loss and feel empty in his heart, as if something had not been done well and he could never settle down.

Yan Biqiao, female, 33 years old, freelance, divorced with no children, holds a US green card, is looking for successful men at home and abroad aged 30 to 50... At the beginning of the new year, Biqiao's self-made dried tofu for marriage was published in a corner of the hometown evening paper. Biqiao was in the United States and she couldn't see it herself. My best friend Tutu scanned the "dried tofu" and emailed it to her. Yan Biqiao is exquisite, delicate, light and charming, with a gentle and kind face, small eyes but always smiling. Because she looks a bit like Hong Kong star Zhong Chuhong, she was once called "Little Chuhong" by her classmates. Like many girls living around big cities, they often go to Shanghai to buy clothes and play in Hangzhou. They are also fascinated by the outside world, but they also like the simplicity and tranquility of their own small city.

It had only been three days since Peppa and Suri moved into the Happy Apartment, and they had a fight in the middle of the night. In the middle of the fight, the young lovers forgot why they were arguing. They were only pushed around by the passion of fighting, roaring, crying and throwing things around. The cherry blossom pattern on the quilt was wrinkled into delicate blood stains under the fierce scratching of the two. After all the objects within reach were thrown away, the two of them stopped. After a moment of silence, Suri suddenly opened his arms. He threw a gesture to Pepe that was both an attack and a begging, a vague but very touching gesture, and then he sat down heavily on the floor. Peipei was shocked when she saw this and sat back on the corner of the bed. The green glass arched table lamp cast a retro-style emerald color, quietly peeling off the shadow of her Greek-style side face and pressing it against the wall.

He wanted her to slip away quietly, leaving no trace. Like a rat stealing words - of course, what almost made the woman collapse was that she racked her brains to find a reason to refute him, but she couldn't find one. There was no reason in the world to speak for someone like her. From this point of view, her wisest choice is to leave - it seems that he, who is extremely adaptable, can sew everything together seamlessly in a few seconds; but why is it that such a smart person can only keep saying that the woman he loves slips away like a mouse - the woman wants to ask, but can't; presumably he cannot answer this question, maybe he has not even thought about it.

Before the bouquet of roses, Que Ruying's weight in Green Bird Advertising Company was definitely lighter than it is now. This was something Wu Lixia tasted only after a long time. Although, today's fashionable people in Wuhan want to describe the vulgarity of a young man, saying that on a certain day of a certain year and a certain month, he squeezed a bus to grab a seat while holding a large handful of red roses, which is absolutely vicious. However, Que Ruying was not a young man, and Que Ruying did not hold roses in her hands and squeeze into the bus to grab a seat. Que Ruying is a sister-in-law who is nearly forty years old, but she receives an anonymous bouquet of roses every week. The flower shop was delivered by a young man with timid eyebrows and barely awake eyes. He opened the door of the planning department of the Green Bird Advertising Company on time at nine o'clock every Monday and said in a well-trained manner, "Ms. Que Ruying, here are your eleven roses. Please sign for them."

The forty-three-year-old Dora, like her name, looks fashionable and youthful, but most of her former female classmates have become mothers-in-law, and she is still a beautiful woman with no owner, waiting to be loosened by others. Dora works as a director at the Provincial People's Broadcasting Station. She has a fair face, a petite figure, a jade-like melon face with a pair of big talking eyes, eyebrow-length bangs and occasional braids. She is quite similar to Feng Chengcheng in "Shanghai Beach" starring Zhao Yazhi. Because she had never given birth to a child, her figure was still elegant and light. Time seemed to have left nothing on her body. In the words of her college roommate Ren Fengyan, she is an era younger than them. At the class reunion, those female classmates who were already bloated saw her and regretted marrying so early. This is probably Dora's happiest time of the year.

He was about to fly out of Shanghai at nine o'clock in the evening, and they finally decided to have dinner at a pizzeria behind Jing'an Temple - located on the north side of a huge shopping mall. They sat on the circular sofa in the middle. The lady came to take the order and she said you can order whatever you want. He was about to fly out in the evening, and his first meeting with her in fifteen years was about to end in a hurry. He wanted to order something delicious, but he didn't know what to order with the menu. Pizza is a famous Italian brand store opened in Shanghai. The decoration is very stylish, the atmosphere is very Western, and the menu is exquisite. When he ordered, he regretted not taking her to the store next door to pick out some clothes or buy a box of cosmetics for her. In short, he felt guilty, and it seemed that the only way to ease such a breakup was to buy something and tie it to her. In addition to pizza, he also ordered French escargot, which is marinated in oil and has a special sauce and oil.

Q's mother feels that little Q's smile is brighter and sweeter than before. Based on her understanding of her son, she knew that Xiao Q must have good things happening in school. As soon as the children reached their parents' stop line, they scattered like a flock of frightened sheep and ran towards their parents. Q's mother waited for little Q to squeeze in and found a good thing about his neck - a red scarf. Q's mother exclaimed: Oh, little Q has become a Young Pioneer! Xiao Q shook his body rather reservedly, smiled with his lips pursed, and squinted his eyes at the person next to him. Q's mother said, come on, honey, let's go to the school gate and take a photo as a souvenir. Today, my little Q wears a red scarf for the first time! What are you taking pictures of? The teacher doesn't allow people to gather around the school gate and asks them to leave immediately if they see parents! Little Q grabbed his mother's lapel to stop her. It doesn't matter, come on, we are not inside the line, just stand outside the line and take pictures from a distance so that the teacher cannot see it.

Li Tie held a glass of red wine steadily in his hand and brought it to Yunfang's face; Yunfang stared at the glass of red wine and suddenly thought of another man named Yuan Kai... After her husband died of illness, she and Yuan Kai also started to know each other through a glass of red wine; at that time, she and Yuan Kai were sitting in a luxuriously decorated box, with swaying candlelight and romantic love songs, which made them... Yunfang felt like she was in a rare fairyland in the world; the waiters were all pretty girls, all of them looked like fairies who had stepped out of paintings; these girls like butterflies were flying around in each private room; Yunfang couldn't sit still, and from the disdainful eyes of the butterflies on her, her self-confidence disappeared little by little...

To be disqualified in the human world is to lose the qualifications to be a human being. It consists of 5 parts: preface, first note, second note, third note, and afterword. Among them, the preface and postscript are narrated from the author's perspective, and the three notes are narrated from the perspective of the protagonist Ye Zang. The protagonist Ye Zang is timid and cowardly, afraid of the emotions between people. He can only use comedy to please and cater to others, hiding his true self. After leaving his hometown and coming to Tokyo, he found that drinking and having fun seemed to allow him to escape the world and temporarily forget the pain in life, so he used alcohol, drugs, and women to numb himself all day long, and eventually fell into depravity.

The man is very young. It happened on the last day of the man's business trip. That morning, the man woke up a little early, but he didn't want to get up. He opened his eyes and remembered that usually, at home, the woman would be in his arms, breathing evenly or unevenly. She is a coquettish wife, greedy, wants, no, I want, come again! The fleshy arms and legs tightly wrapped around him, preventing him from getting up. He has to find a way to get away, tickle her, tell her to buy her something delicious, kiss her deeply and then leave suddenly... There are many tricks. Early in the morning, the two continued their lovemaking before going to bed, enjoying themselves endlessly. It's normal, after all, they have only been married for less than half a year. At this moment, he really missed the woman. He stretched out a hand and unplugged the charging mobile phone on the bedside table, wondering whether it would be too early to call her. While he was still hesitating, the phone rang. He smiled without even thinking about it, this is what a couple is.

"Heart" is the representative and famous work of Japan's "national master" Natsume Soseki, which has a profound influence on Japanese literature. "I" in the novel accidentally got acquainted with a "sir" who was noble and well-educated. During the interaction, "I" was deeply attracted by his aloof character and the mysterious past behind him. Later, "I" received a long letter from "Mr." In the letter, the husband recounted the past: When they were in college, "the husband" and his best friend K fell in love with the landlord's daughter at the same time. In order to get her, "Mr." Forced K to commit suicide. Although he finally got the beauty he wanted, he has been condemned by his conscience for many years...

In a panoramic way, the novel outlines the original local customs and customs of the lower half of the city, the fate of the characters, and their understanding of life. Mr. Dai Qianfeng, a senior photography festival expert, spent more than 30 years taking nearly thousands of photos, compiled them into a book, and won the Benny Gold Award, the "Oscar of the Printing Industry". "Jingzhongzi Renjia" provides nearly 220,000 words of detailed text information for the second half of the city. If it is adapted into a TV series, it has a rich flavor of history and life, and has considerable ratings.

When I think of Huihui, I can't help but think of the time when she was sixteen or seventeen years old, selling her own native roosters in a small market called Linjiang Town in eastern Sichuan. Probably because it is located in a vast low-lying area of ​​rolling hills, with a river more than 100 meters wide running through the town. It has gathered a lot of people here - the residents of the town, the surrounding mountain people, and traders of all sizes from the local and neighboring counties and villages, shuttle back and forth, adding a lot of prosperity and prosperity to the town. Megumin stood at the door of a small drugstore at the corner of the street in this small town, looking lonely and shy. She put her hands to her mouth to blow air and rub them a few times, and then stretched the hem of her clothes.

I spent the whole afternoon sipping an expensive but really inferior green tea in a daze. This afternoon, my brain was quite confused, and I was always telling the waitress about my experiences in the past few years. I could tell they were avoiding me, but I didn't care. I keep talking, and have been doing so lately. I didn't know what was wrong with me, and I didn't know what I was talking to the waitress about. It was all nonsense. I said I had no words, so I started to ask for beer, and drank one bottle after another until I fell unconscious. I don't know who brought me home. When I woke up, the house smelled of alcohol and fermented food. Under the bed were puddles of my vomit, which seemed to be very mixed. It showed colorful colors under the sunlight and exuded an unpleasant stench.

Through the channel of poetics, Bachelard attempts to restore the marriage of imagination and perception, that is, imagination exists before perception. He proposed the metaphysics of dreams: I dream, so the world exists through my dreams. And in the fire array he created, the world was indeed melted and recast in the flames he raised. The pure area opened by fire, the limit of fire, whether it is at the top of the flame or in the heart of the fire, the face of fire flows with the trembling of water. Therefore, fire becomes the watchman at both ends of the head and rat, material/spiritual, real/virtual. When fire turns to become a spiritual statue, fire does not forget its own body outside the burning. I think that a person who does not try his best to understand "Candle Fire" will easily miss out on poetry and metaphysical thoughts.

Hong Kong businessman Tang Jiakui returned to the mainland where his company was facing difficulties and wanted to regroup and make a big move. Away from home, while doing business, he struggled to decide between two women. The company's department managers were exhausted both mentally and physically after working hard for him, and one after another they were preparing to resign. At this time, Boss Tang realized how important it was to gather popularity. At the same time, he also realized the simple truth of how small bosses do things and big bosses behave. Ali did not enter the waiting area until the last moment. Tang Jiaju watched her hurriedly walk towards the boarding gate, and then her back disappeared inside the boarding gate. Tang Jiaju turned around, walked towards the lounge, took out his mobile phone, and pressed the dial button on the mobile phone, the woman caught his attention. He sat down at an empty seat, and the woman then sat down at an empty seat across the aisle.

One winter after another came and went like a lantern, and when I realized that this winter was looking for me again with faltering steps, I had just returned from Australia, and the jet lag had not completely reversed. Lying lazily on the sofa in the travel agency office, looking at the withered yellow leaves of the French tung tree outside the window, I remembered the meeting with my second sister that winter many years ago. Those scenes replayed in my mind countless times. My heart suddenly became gloomy. I am not sentimental. I haven't been since I was a child. I was nicknamed "Sister Wood" by my teachers and classmates. Even when I found out that my boyfriend, who I had been dating for many years and was planning to talk about marriage, was having an affair with my bestie, I just cried all night, vented my feelings, and decisively kicked them out of my life, never talking about it again. But I can't calm down except for my second sister. Her melancholy, together with the veins under her skin, can always quickly merge into a river of sadness, flowing to the secret place in my heart.

This is a novella describing the marriage changes of middle-aged people, touching on today's hot topics. It is an indisputable fact that the divorce rate is getting higher and higher now. People generally pay attention to the marital status of those born in the 1980s and 1990s, while ignoring those born in the 1950s. More than ten years ago, the proportion of marriage problems among this group has been increasing. Most of them had a deep relationship before and for a long period of time after marriage. However, they eventually failed to manage well and developed "love fatigue". After their children graduated from college or started a family, they were no longer willing to continue to be so inseparable. Therefore, both parties willingly ended the "dead marriage" and began a new and fruitless pursuit...

By borrowing a spot, you can know a little bit about the whole leopard. Seize an interesting fragment of life and reflect the harshness of the world.

A love story during the Republic of China. A person who just wants to live a good life, but is caught in a troubled world to survive. The traces on his body are between black and white.

This is a story about love and growth, and also a story about an ordinary girl gradually gaining confidence and courage. Everyone has a beautiful yearning for love, and love letters carry those unforgettable tenderness, those unspeakable feelings, which overflow the paper through the words and are passed on to the person you like. Writing love letters that cannot be sent is the most ritualistic thing that Lara Jean can do to end a relationship. Every time she had a crush on a boy - her childhood sweetheart playmate, the boy she kissed for the first time in the game, her dancing partner... When she decided to end her unrequited love, she would write a deeply affectionate letter, write out all the things she dared not say to them in reality, and then hide them in the hatbox given to her by her mother, five letters in total. Suddenly one day, a boy she had a crush on came to her with a letter, followed by a second, third... It turned out that all the love letters she had written had been sent out! As a result, Lala Qin's life fell into an earth-shaking chaos... From living in a world of her own imagination to bravely expressing her love to boys, Lala Qin overcame her inner fear and became a better version of herself. In life, everyone will have times of frustration and lack of confidence, but if you bravely step out of self-limitation, you will have a different life.

One is a proton, and the other is a princess. The same encounter leads to love, a love sandwiched between the two countries.

The story of the three brothers and sisters of the Xie family, different mothers, no matter what kind of grievances there are between the mothers, brothers and sisters are still brothers and sisters

"Sukhodor" is a Russian novella that tells the rise and fall of a manor, the lives of the people who live in it, and their loves and hates. In the novel, the author recalls Sukhodor in the first person, appearing from the beginning to the end in a manner of tracing family traces. But its real protagonist is Natalia, and her memories form the bulk of the novel. Together with the fragmented and fragmented memories of other characters, a complete memory about Sukhodor is constructed.

The opening hours of various bars in Beijing are usually from 10 or 11 am to 3 am. At 10:30 in the morning, Lin Zhenqiang calmly walked into Chenyuan Bar located on Houhai Bar Street. Chenyuan Bar has just been renovated. The owner is Zhuang Zhong, a man in his forties from Hebei. He didn't like the original style of the bar, so he renovated it. Opened a few days ago, the bar is currently short of a resident singer. Lin Zhenqiang was lucky. Zhuang Zhong happened to be at the bar when he entered. Lin Zhenqiang directly explained the purpose of his visit and asked Lin Zhenqiang solemnly: "Have you ever sung before? Do you have any stage experience? To sing in a bar, you need to be able to arouse the emotions of the guests and liven up the atmosphere."

The most lively place in Harbin is Central Street. The entire street, which is more than two miles long, is paved with stones. Rectangular granites are placed at the smallest end. Sugar maple trees covered with darts are planted on the sidewalks on both sides. The lush branches and leaves hold hands tightly in mid-air. The gaps in the leaves are like a dense mesh sieve. The sunlight is leaked into fine sand and sprinkled on the road with staggered grooves. The city has many stone paths. When the stone is hard, the road will also be hard. I think Central Street is the only one that is soft. Its northern end is next to the Songhua River, and the water is soft. On both sides of those stone streets were all the public offices with serious faces, this bureau, that committee, and on Central Street, the whole street was open for business. In addition to big department stores, there were also small shops specializing in accordions, cultural and educational supplies, and knitting balls. Especially the one selling vinyl records, which only had a cramped business room.

If Huo Guimei had not rented out the house, there would not have been a series of stories that happened later. After the Qingming Festival, there was a spring rain and warmth. As soon as the spring breeze blows, the trees turn green and the flowers bloom. People who have been away from home all winter are eager to try out and take advantage of the warm spring season to realize some of their ideas. That day, when Huo Guimei came back from get off work, she saw that her neighbor had changed the wooden-framed windows facing Jianshe Road into double aluminum alloy doors, with steps built under the doors. She asked in confusion, Sister Liu, what is your house doing? Sister Liu said, rent it. Huo Guimei said, just rent it out, why do you need to open a door? Sister Liu said, you don't understand this. Without opening the door, it can only be rented out as a private house, and the monthly rent is only 200, so the house facing the street is in vain. Once the door is opened, it can be rented out as a store house, and the monthly rent is one thousand one yuan. Huo Guimei couldn't believe her ears.

There are watches and mobile phones. Although Fan Dazao bought his watch and mobile phone at extremely cheap prices and had used them for several years, he didn't need to check the time when he got up in the morning. He has been working in the hospital for many years and has long been accustomed to his own work and rest schedule. His brain is like the deep hemp rope marks left by the well in his hometown. I wake up early in the morning as usual every day, and the time I open my eyes is neither early nor late, always half past four. Fan had heard of the term biological clock a long time ago, but he just couldn't figure out the specific meaning of the term, and he didn't want to figure it out. He thought, Ha! What biological clock is not a biological clock? No clock is as accurate as the clock in my head. He didn't know that the reason he woke up on time every morning was because of his biological clock.

Their father was "lost", and the four sons started a real and fake journey to find their father. What kind of father makes his son so indifferent? What kind of son dares the world to kill his father? Who planted the gene of violence deep into the blood of father and son? 1 "Lost again!" Said the father. Father sat on the edge of the bed. "Isn't this home?" I said. "Always lost..." My father still said. My father was worried about getting lost six years ago. At that time, he could still ride a bicycle and run outside all day long. My mother was still alive at that time, and my parents lived with my eldest brother. After my mother passed away, my eldest brother said that his family had a restaurant and he couldn't cook for his father at home, so my father came to live with me. At first I had a nosebleed, which was a bit of a reflection of my brother and sister-in-law's unfilial piety, but I regretted it over time. I couldn't control my father at all.

When the weather is nice, Shi De will ride his bicycle to Sunshine Community. A few years ago, Sunshine Community was not called Sunshine Community, but Yongning Village. It was located more than a mile outside the east gate of the ancient city. Shide's surname is Ning, which is the same as Yongning Village. When I was a child, when I was running and playing in the village, I could see the east gate and city wall when I looked up. Later, tall buildings were built outside the east gate, and when adults grew up, they could no longer see the city gates and walls when walking in the village. Yongning Village was the first urban village to be renovated in the city. After several years of publicity, education, persuasion and negotiations, the villagers could no longer stick to the Yongning Village handed down from their ancestors, so they had to compromise. The word millennium appeared frequently in newspapers, and Yongning Village became a sunny community.

My childhood ended completely in the summer when I was seven years old, shortly after my mother returned from two years of normal training. Although my grandma always tried to use various ways to dilute my memory of that day, I still clearly remember that that day was the Dragon Boat Festival. The reason why a seven-year-old child has such a deep impression on the festival is because that day was our annual medicine market. My home is in a small town called Jingwei on the southwest border. It is the kind of town where you can walk from the street to the end of the street with a cup of tea. My home is on the west side of the street.

Rui and I were getting closer and closer. I put Rui's tongue into my mouth and sucked hard. Rui's body was suddenly shaking, and so was I. The whole bed was shaking, and the glass of the window was shaking rhythmically with us. We quickly separated and looked at each other blankly. My waist suddenly started shaking again, strictly speaking it was a shock. I was so frightened that it took me a long time to come back to my senses and realize that it was my call. In order not to affect my date with Rui, I deliberately set my phone to vibrate. The call was from the director, who asked me to go to the bureau immediately and be on standby. At this time, Rui also received a call, saying that an earthquake had just occurred, and the station asked her to come over immediately, and that there might be an on-site interview.

According to seniority, Yusheng is my nephew. In 1964, when I returned to my hometown, he was still a teenager and had graduated from junior high school. In the winter, the brigade set up a Mao Zedong Thought propaganda team. Because I could choreograph, guide, play, and sing, I was recruited to supervise its use. Yusheng often plays a clown on stage. He is clever, funny and makes people laugh. Female actors especially like to play with him. Our propaganda team is very popular in every village they visit. Every night after the performance, the host will prepare a banquet for us. In winter leisure, life was comfortable. At that time, TV and movies were still busy in the city, and the country people were very happy playing and playing around. People were sent to pick up the "outfits" from dozens of miles around. But then I thought, it's not so much that our play was good, but that our girl was good-looking. The young people who went to the theater crowded onto the stage, and Gu Kong took advantage of our girl. When the female characters come in, they touch their breasts and run away.

Di Renqing stopped studying after graduating from junior high school. His academic performance was very good, but he actually stopped studying. The neighbors thought it was because of his parents, and said to them, "Why are you so short-sighted?" His father Di Wenbang smiled and said, "Who doesn't know that studying is good? It's because he doesn't want to study anymore. , I broke the news and asked him, "Why don't you just stop reading?" Di Renqing said, "Not only do I not talk about it, I also want to persuade your children not to talk about it." "Why?" The neighbor was shocked. He said that since this is a place for studying, one should concentrate on studying. However, he spent all day studying engineering, farming, and training (studying the military), and studying became a side job.

Daughter Liu Jing is a precocious child. The words and actions of a child under the age of twelve often frighten Liu Guomin and his wife. When the school organized a form to be filled out, Liu Jing filled in the parent position column for Liu Guomin as "writer" instead of "deputy director" of the Propaganda Department. Liu Guomin asked her daughter why she filled it out like this. Liu Jing said that the word "deputy" in front of the word "deputy" in front of the minister indicates that he does not have much status at first glance. It is better to fill in as a writer. Although a writer has no status, at least he can intimidate people. Daughter Liu Jing and his wife are like two aggressive little hens in this family. They often quarrel in front of Liu Guomin over trivial matters. Every time they quarrel, Liu Jing says that her mother is too strict with her and she can't stand it. Liu Jing said that she has grown up and her parents should give her an independent and free living space.