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This book selects 27 of Colette's short stories, most of which are about people's private emotions, including love, friendship, ambiguity or inexplicable feelings. The stories vary in length and intensity, from wistful laments about love to cold, surgeon-like dissections of the relationship between the sexes. The novel's protagonists include lovers, lonely people, free women, teenagers, spinsters and divorcees. Colette devotes her classic storytelling art to the missing lives of these characters, and brings a wise and profound understanding of human nature. As one of the greatest female authors of the 20th century, Colette presents women's love and marriage, their struggles and survival in society. With his delicate brushwork and astonishing frankness, the author depicts women's psychological activities, inner entanglements, and passionate desires, which is very vivid and realistic. The author accurately peels away the shells of women layer by layer, revealing their complex psychological struggles in emotional relationships. The escape from love relationships and the struggle from marital life all point to a common direction: the pursuit of freedom and eternal realm... Its depth and modernity have profound thinking and enlightenment significance for contemporary women, especially.

Everyone said that my grandfather's life was not in vain. I think so. He didn't know what love was all his life, but he won the hearts of two women. He traveled to Guandong alone, but he embraced brotherly love. During the Republic of China, Xing Laokan's hometown in Linyi, Shandong Province, suffered from warlords' fighting and the people were in dire straits. There was also a famine in his hometown that year. In order to survive, Xing Laokan was afraid of being captured and used as cannon fodder, so he followed the flow of people fleeing the famine and broke into Guandong. The reason why he is called Laokan is because he is prone to many disasters when he spanks children, and every step brings obstacles. Before leaving, the only thing he couldn't let go of was Guirong, a girl from his village. The Guirong family has fields, mules, and horses. Although they are not a wealthy family, they are still wealthy. In that era, marriage had to be based on well-matched families. Even if Xing Laokan didn't go to Guandong, he would definitely not marry Guirong, because he was just a day laborer in Guirong's family.

When Cao Jiefang woke up, he found that his right eye was covered with gauze, dark, and slightly painful. He opened his only remaining left eye, and his vision was blurry. After a while, the scene in front of him finally became clear. He saw a white ceiling, four white walls, and several white beds. There were patients lying on every bed. His eyes walked around the room, and finally landed on it. He found that he was also lying on a bed, and not far away, there was a doctor in white clothes. Cao Jiefang's dry mouth wriggled a few times, and a weak voice slowly came out of it, asking where this was? The doctor was dispensing medicine. When he heard his voice, he put down what he was holding and came over and said, "You are finally awake." Cao Jiefang repeated the question just now. The doctor told him this was a hospital.

He drove across the river and onto the Second Xiangjiang Bridge. At this moment, he was slowly following a red Dongfeng Xiaokang truck, like he was taking a precious hound for a walk, causing the Volkswagen, Hyundai, BYD, Mazda, Chery, Chevrolet, Skoda, etc. Behind him to change lanes while honking their horns impatiently. When they passed him after changing lanes, the driver of each car had to slow down first and give him a hard look. He was annoyed that he could drive a Lexus RX off-road vehicle like a snail. He even uttered one or two Chinese curse words, then stepped on the accelerator and disappeared. You are all passers-by! A passing shadow! Not even a piece of paper flying in the wind! He embraced them with merciless contempt.

At the foot of the mountain where two large mountains are connected, there is a school next to it. This school is a newly established primary school, covering an area of ​​only 3,000 square meters. Its predecessor was a teaching site for grades one, two and three. Before the establishment of complete primary schools. Most children in this village are accustomed to dropping out of school after the third grade. Some even think that they only need to go to school for three years in their life. If there are outstanding students, the teachers will recommend them to the county primary school to attend grades 4, 5 and 6, and they need to live on campus, far from home, which is very inconvenient, so there are very few students in this village who insist on going to school. Although it has been expanded to include the sixth grade, the building scale of the school has not been expanded. Fortunately, there are extra buildings and three warehouses have been freed up as classrooms for the fourth, fifth and sixth grade.

He had a daughter and she a son, but they had only Pete for company. With Peter's help, they came together in their twilight years. They regarded Peter as their son and even made a will leaving their property to Peter. Some people say that Pete is a dog. Is he really a dog? Uncle Yi Qi and Mrs. Wu are a true twilight couple, holding hands only in their twilight years. Speaking of their holding hands, Uncle Qi's dog son Pete can be regarded as their matchmaker. It was a summer morning in Xiaoyuehe Park. Mrs. Wu had just finished her morning exercise and was covered in sweat. She was putting away her red silk folding fan and taking off her silk coat, when Uncle Qi happened to lead Peter along the path by the river. Unexpectedly, Peter suddenly shouted and rushed towards Mrs. Wu, causing her to sit on the ground. While scolding Peter, Uncle Qi extended his hand to Mrs. Wu with deep apology.

That is a place far, far away. Looking around from there, you can see the endless undulating Gobi desert. There are only a few people in it. It's so desolate! A small river broke out of nowhere and flowed carelessly into the desolate Gobi. It is because of this small river that there are scattered small villages in the Gobi desert. At the downstream end of this small river, there is one of the most remote villages called Xia Zigai. The small river is like a natural dividing line, limiting the settlement of Xia Zigai to the north of the small river. On the south bank of the river, there are large and dense bushes of bells and thorns, and there are no traces of people there. Further south, there is the endless desert wilderness. Strangeness! I don't know why, but in that deserted bell thorn bush, a strange melon fragrance suddenly floated out.

One is having trouble with his career, and the other is troubled by love. Living together makes them temporarily forget their respective troubles. The low sound of music seems to be buried in a dream, buried in the drizzle of this late night. The lights of thousands of houses have been extinguished one by one in the rainy night. Only the entrance to the Buckingham Palace nightclub shone with brilliant lights. Along the vermilion walls with carvings of dragons and phoenixes, many cars come and go as slippery as water snakes. Their owners are busy pursuing sensory stimulation, the fragrance of makeup and the intoxicating music. In the makeup field, only Qian Dai is lonely. The reason is very simple. The dancers pay for their money in the hope of getting comfort and happiness from the dancing girls. However, Qian Dai makes every dancer who is close to her have their hopes extinguished at the touch of a finger.

Five o'clock in the morning. Mother got up. When she was preparing breakfast for me, she saw Zhou Tian jogging outside. She turned back into the house and said, "You should also go for a run outside. You can see how diligent Zhou Tian is." She pulled me a few more times before returning to the kitchen. I didn't get up, and still fell into an inseparable deep sleep. I don't know how long it took, but my mother said loudly in the kitchen, "Are you getting up yet?" After saying that, she looked outside, looking for Zhou Tian. Zhou Tian had stopped running and put one leg on the iron railing at waist level, as if he was pressing his leg. In fact, Zhou Tian was reading a book. Mother said loudly again, "Look at Zhou Tian, ​​aren't you afraid that he will throw you off?" The room was silent. She simply walked into the room, and when she saw me opening my eyes immediately, she took a deep breath and said impatiently and forcefully, "Okay, you don't need to exercise." After breakfast, I walked out of the house with my schoolbag on my back and my lunch box in my hand.

It was still dark and it was raining heavily. Ying Yuehong gently pulled the patched quilt over the sick child Pumpkin, then tiptoed to the window and looked out through the window paper that had been blown by the north wind. It was dark outside, and there was the faint sound of dogs barking. Everything I could sell at home was sold. The one-and-a-half-room house allocated during the land reform has been in disrepair for a long time. Now it is the famine era of three years of natural disasters. Who will buy it? The brigade secretary Shen Dali, who was suffering from illness, also came several times with doctors from the health center and told her that the child was suffering from bone tuberculosis and that she had to be sent to a major hospital for treatment. Shen Dali sent a telegram to the county railway construction headquarters, and the reply was, "The commando team has entered the key project, the tunnel will be opened soon, and the cattle will be back soon." This "not in the day" means that there is no return date.

With thousands of hectares of fertile land and tens of thousands of acres of crops, Ma Yong, who already has a girlfriend, singles out Zhang Qi to introduce him to his divorced ex-wife Yu Xiaohong. But after getting along for a while, Zhang Qi, who experienced ups and downs of emotional collisions, quit her relationship with Yu Xiaohong. The marriage history of Ma Yong and his ex-wife Yu Xiaohong, who are at odds with each other and have a mixture of love and hate, is both laughable and thought-provoking... Ma Yong is a divorced person. After Ma Yong got divorced, he found another person to talk to, named Zhao Hui. Zhao Hui is beautiful and capable, and is a cadre of the Procuratorate. If the distribution of various social classes is like a tree from top to bottom, the procuratorate is like a branch growing high in the minds of ordinary people. Ma Yong is proud of being able to take down the procuratorate and run it.

On the third day of the first lunar month, when all the families were immersed in the strong New Year celebrations, Hong's second brother and second sister-in-law sent their mother to the city and to Hong's home. The second sister-in-law was thin and dark-skinned, and her eyes rolled around when she spoke. Her natal family is in southern Shaanxi, and she met her when her second brother went out to work. The second sister-in-law said that her father had been involved in a car accident while working and was lying in the hospital, dying. The second brother said that his son-in-law had not been to his father-in-law's house for five years, and there was no way he could be justified in not going back this time. Privately, he mysteriously said to Hong, I want to follow my wife for such a long journey. If she never comes back due to a thought, who will care about the two babies? After the couple hurriedly finished talking, they left their mother to Hong, and then got on the train carrying large and small bags.

Lu Pin has a pair of unusually sharp eyes, which can see through the love between men and women and distinguish the true from the false. People often come to his door and ask him to predict the weather of the besieged city and the storms of the Love River. His predictions are highly accurate, but he strongly denies that he has special powers. Because his eyes are acquired, one belongs to himself and the other belongs to his wife Tian Shujun. After Tian Shujun heard the words of praise for Lu Pin, she felt sweet in her heart. She felt more and more that she had married a good husband. Lu Pin and Tian Shujun lived apart in two places after their marriage. Neither of them wanted to give up their jobs and both lived a single life. Two years later, Tian Shujun finally made a sacrifice for love, resigned from her rare position, and came to Lu Pin, willing to pave the way for her husband's career. Lu Pin was moved and deepened his love for his wife.

When Isabel met Edward, both of them were facing a crossroads in their lives: he only wanted to follow his beloved wife who had passed away, while she was ready to give up love. She thought that she was just doing a favor to Edward's distant daughter, and occasionally visited the octogenarian who lived alone in New York. But what she never expected was that this old man who made delicious roast chicken and apricot soufflé as light as air would actually change her life. Once a week, Edward cooked exquisite dishes with his own hands and met with Isabel at the dinner table. He taught her how to bake an apple tart, make the perfect martini, and even gave her the secret to deboning a whole poultry. But he shared much more than that. In fact, he was teaching her to enjoy the luxury of slowing down, asking her not to worry, and to think everything through thoroughly; he was teaching her to deconstruct her life thoroughly, to the bone, and to the heart, no matter how messy everything in front of her was. "Dinner with Edward" tells a story of love and nourishment. This book also allows us to see the magic of dinners between friends. In the words of M. F. K. Fisher, "Help us fight hunger in the world."

I guarantee this is not a story not suitable for children. I lay naked on the bed with my arms behind my head. The air-conditioning outside the bed quickly cooled my warm body. It is the most difficult time to take a breather when the spring is cold and cold. My habit of sleeping naked was carefully trained by Comrade Tangyuan. She gave three reasons: first, no restraint, second, intimacy, and third, good for health. Her reasons were very plausible, and I didn't refute it, nor did I dare to refute it. I just wanted to add another one at the end: sleeping naked is more convenient. However, what I thought was convenient was not always so convenient. There is a reason why I am afraid of my wife. It is not because I am a temporary worker and she is a formal employee; nor is it because she is a woman and I let her go; I am really afraid of her. I had to comfort myself that being henpecked was a virtue.

My name is Tao Xi, and I am my mother's precious daughter. I have been dependent on my mother since I was a child. Don't be curious, I also have a father, and he is also a live thunder feng. Perhaps due to the lack of father's love since childhood, I have always been fierce. At least in the eyes of others, I am just a girl with a bad temper. My family is not wealthy, and we can barely support my mother and I. But a few days ago, when my mother came home from get off work in the evening, she brought back a stray little boy from somewhere in the trash. I clearly remember that when my mother took him home, he was in ragged clothes, unkempt hair, black hands, and gray face. The first impression he gave me was disgusting. When my mother took a bath for him, put on new clothes, and stood in front of me, I couldn't help but be surprised. The little boy in front of me was extremely cute, and his childish face also showed handsomeness, but he only looked four or five years old.

Pineapple has no hometown, and neither does sugarcane. Pineapple was born at the end of 1983. Since she was five years old, Pineapple has followed Sugar Cane all over the world. The back of Sugar Cane is her home. Li Ganzhe is Li Pineapple's biological father, and Li Ganzhe is only 20 years older than Li Pineapple. In other words, Li Ganzhe, who claims to be super westernized and advanced in his thinking, not only has a bad name, but he also got married early, had children early, and lost his wife early. Pineapple was born on an island in the southernmost part of China. It is written clearly in the household registration book that Haiou Village, Tianduo Town, Tianbian County, Tianya City, Hainan Province, was originally called Niaobulai Village, a place where no birds go. In 1988, Li Ganzhe left home with Pineapple on his back, and the village chief Banana asked him to deliver a name change report stamped with the village seal to the town government. It was from that time that Niaobu Lai Village, which had been called Niaobu Lai Village for countless generations, was officially renamed Seagull Village.

Chen Zhiguo is a beautiful dog. The novel describes the experience of "my" family adopting this dog. Due to an outing for foster care, the dog changed from a willful and self-respecting one to a timid and inferior one, at the mercy of its owner. This reflects the author's multiple thoughts on life, the dignity of ethnic groups, and the good and evil of the world. Ma Xiaoli, a writer who won the first prize for short stories at the 6th Lu Xun Literature Award for "The Belt of the Russian Army", what kind of expectations will this new novel bring to readers after years of silence? Chen Zhiguo died at dawn, and I was the only one standing by his side. In the first half of the night, Chen Zhiguo kept howling, the sound was shrill and tragic. I couldn't bear to listen and was helpless, so I could only keep touching him. Chen Zhiguo took advantage of the situation to seize my weakness, and with his usual stubborn nature, he persisted in clinging to me and not letting me go.

Sana: Daur nationality, born in Daxinganling in 1961, and has been teaching in Daxinganling forest area for many years. Member of the Chinese Writers Association and vice chairman of the Inner Mongolia Writers Association. He has published two million words of short stories and essays in literary magazines such as "Writer", "Harvest", "Zhongshan", "Flower City", "Contemporary", "October" and "People's Literature". The novel has been picked up by many selected magazines and translated abroad. The novel collection "There is a Knife in Your Face" won the 8th National Ethnic Literature "Horse Award", and he is the author of the novel "Dobkul River" and so on. Now lives in Hulunbuir, Inner Mongolia. Bala's husband Huduli has been away from home for more than 20 days. Fuhu Noyin had seven more cows ready to be sold. He found Hu Duli and shook the bottle of wine in his hand. Hu Duli knew full well that Nuoyin still wanted to refuse to pay him the wages he owed last time, and also wanted to coax him to go on the road with a bottle of soju and sweet words.

As soon as Li Xiaojun came back from school, he went to his neighbor's house to help. They say they are helping, but they are actually making money. The neighbor built a two-story brick house. The adults laid the bricks, carried cement, and carried the cement slabs. The children carried the bricks from the first floor to the second floor. Each brick was paid one penny. Li Xiaojun stacked three bricks together, bent down and hugged them. Without picking them up, he took off one brick, picked up two bricks and walked upstairs. There are already several friends upstairs. They only focused on working and did not care about playing, which was not the same as usual. Seeing Li Xiaojun coming up from the temporary wooden stairs, Huzi said: Hi, Xiaojun, look, why are there so many words on the place where your father sleeps? Xiaojun hadn't put the two red bricks in his arms yet. He raised his neck to look, and sure enough he saw them. He was a little surprised that such big words were still written on the sign. The sign was square and square, with red letters on a white background.

Zhang Jian is going crazy. He had been dating Liu Xiaoqi for half a year, and the love between the two had reached the point where the sky was filled with colorful clouds. However, Zhang Jian could not even get a serious kiss, let alone any further intimate contact. He has never failed like this in front of a woman. Of course, the crux of the problem lies not with Zhang Jian but with Liu Xiaoqi. During the half-year relationship, Zhang Jian racked his brains and carefully planned to create a thousand opportunities to have sex, but Liu Xiaoqi rejected them all resolutely and unquestionably. Having a sweet, tender and sweet lover beside you, but not making any mistakes, is like a hungry person who has nowhere to eat the fragrant bread. To be honest, Liu Xiaoqi is not a particularly beautiful girl.

Zhao Qingfa, male, was born in 1963. He started working in 1982 and graduated from the Chinese Department of Yunnan Normal University. Member of Yongshan County Writers Association. He has published many works in publications such as "Yunnan Education", "National Work", "Zhaotong Daily", and "Yongshan Literature". Currently teaching at Makou Middle School in Yongshan County. I still don't believe that my mother has passed away, but I haven't seen my mother's face for more than four months. Although I don't admit it, my mother did indeed pass away suddenly at 8:55 on October 14, 2010. The death is unbelievable and hard to accept. It's that time of the month when my heart clenches. Although my mother is seventy-eight years old, she is in very good health, with strong bones and strong steps. She seldom takes medicines and injections. She looks like she is under seventy years old. We estimate that she will live for ten years.

The mountains in late autumn are as charming as fire. There is a layer of golden fallen leaves on the ground, but the maple leaves all over the mountains are red. A woman wearing a windbreaker, carrying a camera with a long-focus lens, walked leisurely in the maple forest. It can be seen that this is a photography enthusiast. She is attracted by the fallen leaves and maple forest, and she intends to capture the entire autumn colors. However, who can do it? Suddenly she discovered this scene: a pair of lovers sitting on the ground on the golden fallen leaves, with a large red leaf in the background. She felt that the scene was beautiful and poetic, and she had even thought of the inscription - kiss. Isn't it? The golden fallen leaves are kissing the earth, and a pair of lovers are kissing each other. But the lovers didn't move their lips together. She had already held the camera to her chest, waiting for the moment of the kiss. In order not to let the lovers notice, she hid her body as much as possible among the trees.

Remembering those who died at sea and those who will die at sea. It was a rainy day in Shanghai on the last day of the 1970s. Only those with a particularly good memory or those who happened to write a diary that day will know this. Meizi and Yu Kuikui, on the other hand, could not forget that rainy day on Huaihai Road in Shanghai for some reason. The two of them were holding an umbrella together, standing under the eaves of Lao Dachang's cake shop, passionately discussing the biggest and most critical issue in a girl's life - of course, love. Meizi and Yu Kuikui were both soldiers in 1976. They were admitted to the art troupe of a field unit stationed in southern Xinjiang together, and now they came to Shanghai to study together, so they talked about everything. The two of them had been talking all the way from Nanjing Road, and when they arrived at Huaihai Road they had not yet finished talking.

Qian Shuming got up early on Sunday morning, put on casual clothes and went to the vegetable market near the hospital to buy vegetables. Lily and Wanwan were still sleeping in, so he decided to cook something delicious for them. He was going to make some pork rib soup and a West Lake vinegar fish. Every time he worked hard, he was rewarded with ridicule from Lily, saying that his bad habits were hard to change and he always liked to get into the kitchen. He argued, what will we eat if we don't go into the kitchen? Without waiting for Lily to answer, Wanwan shouted, "McDonald's!" He hates foreign fast food. In recent years, he has gradually gained weight. Fortunately, he has not gone bald yet, which makes Lily and Wanwan even thinner, like bean sprouts. 

Friendship is a bright light in my life. Without it, my existence will have no luster and my life will wither. Friendship is not an empty word, it is like a belt that tightly ties my heart to my friend's heart. --Ba Jin. Mr. Yasushi Inoue is an old friend of Ba Jin and a Japanese writer familiar to Chinese readers. He visits China almost every year. His novels, such as "The Scale of the Roof", "Bullfighting", "Shotgun" and "Voice of the Night", were translated into Chinese very early and are very popular among readers. He has extensive knowledge, concise writing style, and exquisite conception. He is good at describing the inner passion, persistence, loneliness and pain of characters in a rich poetic lyrical atmosphere. The poet's temperament and the novelist's ingenuity form the profound and powerful nature of Inoue's literature.

When Lao Fan learned that his wife He Chaxiang was going to study with Yueer in the UK, he had a premonition that something was wrong. Originally, which family would not be willing to let their children study abroad? However, Lao Fan knew that he was a country boy and did not have many social connections. It was not easy to live in Shenzhen. He worked hard for half his life and owned a small cosmetics shop in Dongmen Old Street to make a living. Life is slowly getting better, although it is still not enough to satisfy my wife's vanity. But he never thought about sending his daughter to study abroad. When he was studying in the middle school in the countryside of his hometown in Anhui Province, he had longed for that mysterious country when he was young. Unexpectedly, at this age, he would still have an inexplicable connection with that strange place. It's all because of the tea aroma. Cha Xiang graduated from Normal College, she is pretty, and she can also paint some pianos.

It's the last day of the year - New Year's Eve. Firecrackers were crackling all around, and thousands of colorful lanterns heightened the festive atmosphere of the traditional Spring Festival. At the end of the year, everyone has some memories and emotions. Not only do I remember the time that has passed, but I am also full of beautiful longings for the days to come. But with the passing of time and the reincarnation of seasons, many things can be done all over again, but time cannot be turned back, and the past will no longer exist. New Year's Eve dinner has existed in name only. Ye Guoqing left the car but did not return. I don't know if it was just a coincidence, or if he did it on purpose. Although he had called and said he would go home as soon as possible before midnight, the sound transmitted through the wire made Wen Biyun feel even more false and desolate.

Last night, I received a text message from Xi Ying: I am leaving tomorrow. I originally wanted to say goodbye to you, but after thinking about it, I decided to forget it. Over the years, I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart, thank you for your tangible and intangible company. Now, I have to face my life again and sort out my broken life. A month ago, Xi Ying asked me to invite her to drink coffee. She said she wanted to have a good chat with me. There were some things that had been hidden in her heart for too long, and there were some questions that she still can't figure out to this day. It was a hot summer day, and my wife happened to be away studying. I was at home alone with my five-year-old son, spending all my free time with my child. This situation caused my promise to treat Xi Ying to dinner or tea to be postponed again and again, and it was not fulfilled from spring to summer.

At that time, Chen Chen must not have expected that Wang Mingming and Li Xixi would be in such trouble many years later, nor did he expect that he would actually sleep with Li Xixi - if that could be considered sleeping with each other. Counting on the fingers of one hand, Zhan Chen has known the couple for more than ten years. I remember that it was the first time Display went back to their factory for a business trip. It was already afternoon when he got to the county seat by car, and he had to take another bus. Therefore, Display didn't find their factory until dusk. He didn't know which direction the factory guest house was, so he wanted to meet someone and ask. I happened to ask Wang Mingming who was walking on the road. When Wang Mingming heard that Chen Chen was speaking in Shaoyang dialect, he smiled and asked, "Are you from Shaoyang?" Display nodded and said, yes. Wang Mingming immediately said happily, hey, then we are fellow villagers.

Now, I can finally straighten my stooped shoulders. In this way, my sight suddenly broadened. Before that, we walked a long way. We also took a car on the way, but because of my stooped shoulders, all I could see was the earth made into various shapes by people, and all kinds of feet walking hurriedly on it. To be honest, before facing this tired-looking female doctor, the first thing I saw with my eyes blurred by overnight mucus were the slightly shiny square floor tiles, because they vaguely reflected my bloated and clumsy body. I think if these floor tiles were clearer, what I would see would be an expressionless face. Countless wrinkles and age spots cover up all expressions very deeply.

Li Lei got into the accident on the second day of his 21st birthday. He drove the transportation team's iron bucket truck into the Grand Canal while playing tricks on the river embankment. The empty iron truck overturned when it plunged into the acacia bushes protecting the slope, dragging down a large area of ​​bushes, leaving a horrific scene. When the workers carried the bloody and wet Li Lei to the hospital, he didn't even moan in pain. When the doctor asked how he got it out of the river, Li Lei rushed to say that he climbed up on his own before anyone else could say anything. The doctor, who was shorter than him and was half as thin as him, shook his head and said: "People in good health dare to touch stones and steel. But the result, you see..." People on the side noticed that the doctor's hands became heavier. Li Lei stood firm and remained silent, watching beads of sweat as big as soybeans seeping out on his forehead.

I saw the most beautiful lotus flowers in Baiqiu. But I'm not here to see lotus flowers. I'm here to see a stone called white pearl. People say that if you work on such a stone, you will be very close to your dream of becoming a master sculptor. It was from a book that I learned about the place Baiqiu. In its embrace, there are white pearls like dreams hidden in it. At that time, I didn't know that there was another surprise. Baiqiu was actually the place where Xiang Wendeng was born. The beauty of the lotus in Baiqiu is shy, obviously because it is far away from human traces. They escape human eyes, so they can create a world of pure spirituality and immerse themselves in it. In fact, it was not that no one was looking at them at all. Some were the eyes of a child, a boy of seven and a half years old.

The hot pancake-like sun sticks to the center of the sky, burning hot. A string of clear and pleasant cow bells was carried by the wind from the forest path, leading out a group of large and small buffaloes. Grains, lentils and milk residue were riding on the back of the cow respectively, with a big leaf above their heads to block the sun. They were bare-chested and covered in sweat. The leading buffalo entered the river, and the group of cattle followed. They spit out the bamboo leaves, quickly took off their underwear and threw them on the branches on the shore. The three mud monkeys jumped up and down from the backs of the cows and played like crazy for a while while whistling. Then they plopped into the water and swam among the cows as nimbly as fish. While playing in the water, they caught and sucked the leeches that sucked the cows' blood. The wind blows. The mountain forest is like turbulent waves, and the sound of branches and leaves comes.

Mid-spring. Zishi. The sound of the bell is delivered to every crevice in the mountains. At this moment when he was supposed to be sleeping peacefully, someone quietly opened the door of the Zen room. This person is Shu Jin who came to visit Abbot Guanyu today. He bent down and walked close to the wall, following the route he had memorized during the day, and groped his way to a lush cherry tree in the northeast corner of the temple. At this moment, Shujin was in Linyuan Temple, which was more than a hundred miles away from Wanling City. He was entrusted by Mr. Zhu, a gentleman from Wanling City, to draw a picture of "Cherry Blossoms at Night". The seventh aunt that Mr. Zhu accepted was a courtesan in Jinling City. She was excellent in both sex and art. After being brought into the Zhu Mansion, she became very favored by Mr. Zhu.

Let's talk about the pub first. It has no name, no signboard, and no front. It has only two rooms, with half a side building behind it, standing tall on the slope of Beidaling. The two rooms in the front are for guests, and the Pianxiazi at the back is for people. There are several trees in front of and behind the house, either poplars or crooked willows. They are old and very lush. There are a few strings of dried chili peppers hanging on the wall of the store. They are dark red in color and a little old-fashioned. They are serious things that can withstand dust. They bear witness to the ups and downs of life. Next to the dried chili peppers, there were two braids of garlic, which were twisted like the braids on the back of an old girl's neck, and a few of them were plucked out here and there. The tavern is located on the only road leading to Beidaling Coal Mine.

When Nie Xiaoke returned to the dressing room from the stage, she saw a large bouquet of red roses on her table. No need to guess, she knew it must be from Bai Yeqing. She was dancing "Riverdance" today. He had promised to come to the show, but a sudden call came from the company saying that there was something wrong with his design and he had to come. It's like this every time. If Bai Yeqing can't come to the theater in person, someone will definitely send a large bouquet of red roses to Xiao Ke. They have been married for three years and it has always been like this. Because of this, the little girls in the group were so jealous that they stamped their feet. It's okay for one person to stamp his feet, but for twenty girls to stamp their feet together, that kind of scene is terrible. One time, their commander Liao saw it and stood there for a long time in shock. After finding out the reason, Captain Liao, who was recognized as a gentleman, shook his head and said, "What is love in the world?" It only teaches people to be confused and confused.

There are several high-rise buildings to the east of Luwei Lake. Li Shuxiang lives on the thirteenth floor with his father Li Shuku and stepmother. When these high-rise buildings were first built, many people were unwilling to buy them. Because Reed Lake has a bad reputation in this city, every autumn, the reeds around the Reed Lake turn white, like dead heads. So when Li Shuku bought it, it only cost more than 4,000 yuan per square meter. He bought more than 120 square meters, which is three bedrooms and one living room, and spent a total of more than 600,000 yuan. Li Shuku was still the deputy mayor in charge of culture, education and health at the time. He bought a house because no one was willing to buy it. The mayor was worried, and he said to the mayor, I will buy it, and I am not afraid of dead people's heads, because sooner or later I will be dead people's heads. When Li Shuku bought it, it became an important news, and many people started buying it. Some people say that the mayor has bought it, so what do the people have to fear?

Early in the morning, the biological clock automatically woke up Luo Xiaoya from her deep sleep. Because her daughter Wanwan was thinking about the basketball game in the kindergarten, before her mother could tell her to get up, she jumped out of bed when she heard the noise. When Luo Xiaoya was dressing her daughter, the little girl first clamored to wear a skirt. She said that it was a competition and the kindergarten would videotape them. The teacher specifically asked the children to dress nicely. Luo Xiaoya took out a rose-red suspender skirt from the closet. As soon as it was put on her body, she complained that she was afraid that wearing a skirt would affect her speed in shooting the ball. Luo Xiaoya lowered her head and thought, it made sense, so she had to take off her skirt again and put on a pair of lace jeans for her. Considering the teacher's instructions, I put her in a newly bought blue sweater. Pairing jeans with a sky blue sweater looks refreshing, clean and pretty. Girls like to be pretty. When combing their hair, they first say to do it in a braid, but before they get halfway through it, they clamor to change it to a ponytail.

He stared motionless for a long time with his eyes open, his mind completely empty and without any consciousness. When he came back to his senses, he only moved the corners of his mouth slightly, knowing that he was indeed around, but there was no sense of reality. It was still dark, and it felt like she and him were a core in the night, deeply wrapped and compressed in a cave plunged into darkness. The outside world had nothing to do with them, and the reality had nothing to do with them either. He was still in a dream she didn't know about, and occasionally said a brief dream talk, but it was all vague. In his sleep, he was still wearing the striped shirt he wore during the day, but he took off the sweater he wore outside. Yes, in her memory he always preferred shirts, at least that's how she always looked when she saw him.

One day in late March, Xu Wen finally heard Shi Meng's voice on the phone. As usual, he appeared out of nowhere after hiding for nearly two months. He said he had just gotten off the plane and was eating at the airport restaurant. Also asked Xu Wen if she wanted to go over and eat together? Run to the airport to eat? Fortunately he could figure it out. Xu Wen was used to Shi Meng's impromptu actions. But Pidianpidian rushed over as soon as he heard his voice. As a woman, you can't be too disrespectful. What's more, they had a quarrel before leaving. "I'm afraid not, I'm at work." She said with a trembling voice. "Well, I haven't spoken to anyone in two months," he said. "That's right, you always only tell lies." Xu Wen said in an angry tone.

Shi Jie, Manchu, native of Beizhen, Liaoning Province, editor and reviewer of the Journal of Bohai University, professor. The research direction is Chinese modern and contemporary literature and foreign literature. Special critic of Liaoning Provincial Writers Association. He has written various theoretical works and published many novels at the same time. What I want to tell here is a bitter love story, which is somewhat sweet and evocative. Just like an unripe fruit, although it is sour, if you taste it carefully, there is a faint fragrance left in your teeth. That afternoon, I sat in the study and wrote as usual. The autumn sunshine shines in from the window and spreads on the oblique corner of the desk, making the room warm. I felt a little sleepy from the warmth in the air and almost wanted to go to bed for a while. At this time, the phone rang, and it was a strange and tired woman's voice: "Is it Teacher Liu Yun?" I said yes, who are you?

This is a story about mother and father. He taught his mother to sing and dance, and taught her to live a happy life. However, her mother gave him a fatal kick at a meeting to criticize him, making him completely give up on life. Now my mother, who is old and widowed, wants to marry him again, but she has aroused opposition from the whole family... I heard that my mother was looking for a wife a year ago. This is a rumor and cannot be believed. People in small places have long tongues and chew their tongues all day long. Some people in the town used to say that I was working as a young lady in Guangzhou. Someone saw it with their own eyes and said that the cost of sitting on the stage was three hundred yuan an hour. In the conscience of heaven and earth, I still don't know where Guangzhou is. And it's too flattering to me. Three hundred yuan an hour. With my looks, aren't I seeking death? But what can I do if my mouth grows on someone else's body? But today my sister-in-law called and said that my mother would take a step forward. I said, impossible, impossible.

Baoqin clearly remembers that that year, when she was six years old, she was taken by her old servant Ning's mother to the south of the Yangtze River to learn skills from a teacher. That day, there was a characteristic drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River. Baoqin leaned against the cabin of the awning, letting the silky raindrops slide down her cheeks lightly and silently. Through the irregular window in the bulkhead, Baoqin saw the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River for the first time: thin and continuous ripples in the water; short-legged birds standing proudly on the roof tile tips; hidden under the colorful oil-paper umbrellas, walking faintly in red sleeves... It is really like the elegant and solemn strokes of a painter, how can one be so intoxicated? After crossing the round half-moon-shaped stone arch bridge, we paddled to the shore. Arrived, arrived. Baoqin stepped on the wet and greasy boat planks, looking up at the three big characters on the plaque - Youxuezhai. "What a good name!" Baoqin murmured.

In September of this year, Ye Fan left Xiangnan and became a substitute teacher in Shenzhen. Teaching is an enviable profession, with a guaranteed income despite droughts and floods. But substitute teachers are different. Not to mention their salary is half that of full-time teachers. They are also extremely unstable and may be fired at any time. At best, they are just low-cost workers on the education front. Even her good friend Jiang Hong couldn't figure this out. Ye Fan had never been a troublesome girl. Unlike her, she followed her boyfriend, now her husband, to Shenzhen as soon as she graduated from college. Previously, Ye Fan distributed his resume to various schools in Shenzhen like flyers. But most mud cows end up in the sea. Jiang Hong said, if you go to the job market, you don't have to be a teacher. I'm not a teacher! Ye Fan said, how can I compare with you, you have a good husband. Jiang Hong smiled. Indeed, her current pampered life is thanks to her husband.

After two glasses of beer, Bao horizontally burped twice in succession. He spread his fingers and pressed his bulging belly, looking at me with his mouth half open. I thought he hadn't finished burping yet, but unexpectedly, he stretched his neck, glanced at the messy dishes on the dinner table, and suddenly put his head out and said to me: "I have to get a divorce. If you don't leave me, you will go crazy." I was startled by his words, and I didn't understand why he said such a sentence suddenly. In the past six months, during my relationship with Bao Shuixing, although he had said viciously about his conflicts with Song Yuhong several times after drinking, he never mentioned the word divorce. After Bao Shuixi said this, he picked up a beer bottle and filled up a glass of wine. He drank from it and then viciously slapped the glass on the dining table. His lips tightened, and the hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.

Grandma Yang may be really confused. She felt that the sky suddenly turned dark today, and the whole process was almost negligible. It got dark quickly, unpreparedly, and frighteningly fast. This scene seemed familiar: more than fifty years ago, she did When she was a girl, she was peeing in the valley in the east of the village, and was bumped head-on by the dumbfounded old Yang. Just like today, she only felt empty in her head, and the sky suddenly turned dark. Although she stood up, she couldn't lift her pants. The darkness was as sudden as now. What she never dreamed of was that her wife, Lao Yangtou, was still very angry at noon, chasing chickens and dogs, pointing at mulberry trees and scolding locust trees, reclining in a wicker chair under the eaves and smoking, and shivering, he curled up in bed and turned into a sick seedling with only air coming out but no air coming in.

I miss that guy with yellow hair. It's been four or five days and I haven't seen Huang Mao again. I can't see the yellow hair, and my heart is empty. Nothing will happen to Huang Mao, right? When I came home from get off work and took out the keys to open the door to my unit, I carefully looked down to see if Huang Mao was happily trying to get out of the door and play outside, or was following me, trying to get in from the outside. I was afraid that the heavy security door would trap Huang Mao's body. Huangmao is a dog. Half a month ago, I cried for Huang Mao. I work at Morning News, and for the past three months I have been the editor-in-chief on duty. That day, at one o'clock in the morning, I just finished signing the last proof. By the time I got home from the taxi, it was already around two o'clock in the morning.

The son brought the dirty dog ​​back. Of course he would praise it if he brought it back, but he said it would be better if he picked it up again. But I didn't try to push it out. On the contrary, I wanted to take it in, clean it up, and raise it until it was white and fat. In fact, I have always wanted to have a dog, a dog of my own. Isn't it fashionable to own a dog now? In the community where I live, every morning or when it gets dark, when all kinds of dog owners take their dogs out for a walk, you can see this kind of animal peeing with one leg raised, whether at the corner of the building, on a tree trunk, or under a telephone pole. The urine dripped like a prostatic hyperplasia. Actually I don't like raising dogs. When I go to visit a teacher or leader, and I hear a dog barking at me as soon as I knock on the door, or I see a dog squatting on the roadside defecating, looking flustered and chirping, at that moment I hate dogs.

That afternoon, school ended early. I got home and there was no one at home. My mother is not at home, and my sister is not at home either. The door was open, but there was no one at home. There was no one in the hall, no one in the kitchen, no one in the room. I shouted loudly: "Mom, Mom!" No one answered me. There was no one at home, so I looked up at the portrait of Chairman Mao on the front wall. Chairman Mao looked at me very seriously. I felt scared in my heart. It was so quiet at home, so quiet that I was a little scared of people. I rushed out of the house and almost fell down at the gate. I ran to the vegetable garden, but I didn't find my mother there. My sister is not here either. My sister is still young, and she is always with her mother. Mom takes her sister with her wherever she goes. I rushed home from the vegetable garden again.