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In a remote village, there were four brothers from a family named Qin. Their parents called them Qin Dawa, Qin Erwa, Qin Sanwa, and Qin Siwa. Local elders and peers also call them by their nicknames. As time goes by and they grow up, their elders and peers still call them this. They don't care at all. Even when they meet unfamiliar people for the first time, they will introduce themselves by their nicknames. As time goes by, few people know their scientific names, and even if they do, they still find it easy to call them by their nicknames. With the boom of migrant workers in the 1990s, the four Qin Dawa brothers went out to work one after another. This article focuses on the different fates of the four brothers working together, reveals the negative impact of customs in the construction of new countryside, and praises the party and the country's major policies for farmers, especially reducing the burden on farmers.

An egret flew up from the river, and another egret flew up from the grass, and then, one by one, flying in groups. Flying up and falling, falling and flying again. When it flies up, it is like a burst of white clouds, and when it falls, it looks like a field of white snow. It is so amazing and sighing on the ancient ecliptic! They seemed to be able to talk, welcoming Liu Lichun and his entourage with their most beautiful gestures. Liu Lichun seemed to understand the egret's singing and smiled. The ancient Yellow River channel originally had natural beauty!

The county must use their car to take me back to the provincial capital. I knew what they meant. They sent me safely out of Aangze County, successfully preventing me from watching the election in Jiancun, and blocking me from the truth. They were relieved. When we left, the trunk of the car was filled with various local specialties, including a box of wild wild rice, a bottle of wine, six boxes of frozen crayfish, frozen fish, two bags of chili sauce and stinky tofu, etc. Lao Ma repeatedly told me that I must put it in the refrigerator within eight hours, otherwise it will spoil. In other words, I have to get to my home in the provincial capital within eight hours. What else can I say for these six boxes of frozen produce? Will I turn around halfway and go to Jiancun again? No. Besides, the election is over, what else can I watch? In addition, the car belongs to them and they said they would take me back, which was equivalent to escorting me. Of course I had to go back.

She stared blankly at the gray morning. At this time, she would not have predicted that she would later walk eastward, further east, to Baoji City, Shaanxi Province, where she would stay for many years. She is the daughter of Zhuang Ronin, just like she had to go through many experiences of carrying a vat, wandering, living in a rubber truck company, and living on a big kang in a shabby house with a leaky roof and hanging spider webs - in order to avoid divorcing Xiaoshi and escaping the endless fights and scoldings, she was indeed like a tramp, doing all the hard work in that strange city. She is indeed like her elders, with twists and turns of experience, and a tenacious will to live that is not afraid of hardship. The story she has experienced can only be carried by another novel.

Relatives and friends from Acheng and Xinde came to persuade him to go home. In their view, it would be fine for a gangster like Achuan to die, but it would be terrible if he committed murder and arson again in the future. Xin De did not listen to the advice. He felt that Ah Chuan was a bad person, but he could not die unjustly. Killing was killing, and he could not distinguish between right and wrong. He risked his life to find out the truth. Relatives and friends couldn't persuade him, and then they just let it go. He remembered that Ah happy ran away many years ago, and the people at the police station did not help find him. Now Achuan, they don't care. It was still the hot month at that time, and the sun was so bright that he suffered from heatstroke and leaned against the door of the police station, panting. He was so thin that there was only a handful of bones left, and his lips and throat were badly burned.

When the magpie was pulling water, the mule was frightened, and the cart ran over his calf, breaking it. Most of the livestock used by Shangzhuang are donkeys and mules, especially mules. Mules have no reproductive function, but are very powerful for plowing fields, pulling carts, and carrying food. But there is one problem with mules. They are suspicious and often frightened. Once frightened, they will run wildly and are not as stable as donkeys.

When I was a child, I didn't know what ideals were, but I knew what I wanted to do in the future. My hometown cannot be said to be a rural area or a town. It is said to be a rural area, but there are many inns and restaurants here. I only know that this place was a post station for the imperial court a long time ago. The imperial officials or government servants would rest in the inn when they passed by here. Therefore, the inn at that time had six green brick houses. There is a courtyard, and the prominent building is a large stone tablet at the entrance of the courtyard. The words on the stone tablet are: Muxiang Town Station. The first person who managed the inn was the county yamen. Later, the county yamen handed it over to Muxiang Town. There was also a yamen in Muxiang Town. The town mayor did not have an official position, not even a seventh-grade official, but he was the town mayor. This town mayor was appointed by the county magistrate. Later, many nearby inns and restaurants were very close to the inn, and gradually it became a small market.

Without craftsmen in life, there would be no hustle and bustle, and a day without hustle and bustle would not be a life. The noisy days made our town happy. People can forget those who should be forgotten, but they cannot forget those craftsmen - stonemason Chen Tuo, pottery maker Feng Daju, moldmaker Jiao Wuchun, pastry maker Gao Furen, gardener Song Zixuan, box maker Yuan Zuhuai...

Suddenly, an order came down to change National Highway 301, which had passed through Daliuzhuang for more than half a century, to the north of the village, to be heightened and widened, and to be built into a fast green channel. The rerouted national roadbed was right on my grandfather's grave. Supporting national construction is the overall situation. There is nothing to say. Everyone, dead and alive, must do their best. My grandfather's cemetery will naturally need to be moved to another place. I accompanied my mother, uncle Liu Changshui, and concubine Fan Caiyu to move my grandfather's grave. In rural areas, moving tombs and demolishing temples, weddings and funerals are all major events, and etiquette must be paid attention to and no carelessness is allowed. When moving the graves of the elderly, the future generations will always feel unspeakable sadness in their hearts. They will think of many old events, joys and sorrows, and surge of emotions, a kind of yearning for their ancestors. My mother, uncle, and concubine all told my grandfather's story with tears in their eyes.

The large river, known as the Women's River, has been dry for many years and is filled with domestic garbage. The women of Calabash Town have lost their party paradise. The new generation in the town gave up the political enthusiasm of their fathers, and the hobby and tradition of three or five people gathering together to discuss national affairs was not inherited. No one sits around and listens to the old man telling "nonsense" ghost stories. As for the folk literature of Hulu Town, which is symbolized by "scented farts", no one cares about it for a long time. He said that in his opinion, Hulu Town is just a "being", and "being exists in the being of beings." No one except Yi Shi understood what he said.

"That's a chicken that eats feed, not a pheasant." Li Jinru said with wide eyes. Lao An added: "The chicken is still called a pheasant, and you are still the person in charge of the chicken farm." "Oh my God--!" Li Jinru gasped. At this time, the 400 pheasants suddenly started chirping as if they had received some stimulus signal, and their cries echoed throughout Eagle Mountain.

The outcome of this incident was that the child finally took away the donkey that claimed to be him. Although the child's father was very reluctant to spend all his good money on a useless donkey, and Zhao Lu'er was even more reluctant to have the tool he used to make a living change his last name so casually, in the end neither of them could defeat a child who was more stubborn than them. When this child with stubborn muscles rode his donkey home happily, no one doubted that this child would become such a person when he grew up - as long as he believed that it was his own, no one else could touch it.

He left, leaving the feathered chicken behind. Fei saw that it kept trying to peck at the bamboo strips with its mouth, so she thought it was hungry, so she went to catch a four-legged snake for it to eat. But it refused to eat and kept screaming miserably all night long. Its weak screams spread to Lesi Village like drops of blood. Fei opened the door of the cage, and the chicken flapped its wings wildly. It stood in front of Fei and looked at Fei very sadly, as if to say, "Why are you sitting here, where is my dad?" Fei smiled sadly, how I wish I knew where he is now. He saw that I was sad, so he kept you. But in the future, when the thin old man is sad, who will call him? After that, Uncle Liuling never came back. After that, in the vast sea of ​​people, Fei met many new faces, joked with them, sang to them, and drank together until they were drunk... But no one reminded him to cut his hair, and no one said to him: How do men grow long hair? The sea of ​​people is so boundless...

The leader said, don't take it too seriously. It's just a small mountain village. There are many such villages in our city, and even more so across the country. Because our newspaper office is their contact unit for assistance, we will definitely not pay if they ask us to pay. I will just write a few articles for them and casually publicize it in the newspaper and then it will be over. Pangen Village is poor, but you can't write about poverty. It will tarnish the image of the city. Anyway, don't spend too much energy. Spend your energy on wealthy enterprises and institutions. In this way, you can send them articles, collect some money, or advertise, and you can also generate income. I don't know why, I didn't nod or shake my head. All I could think about was Pangen Village. I heard a voice in my heart saying that in fact, Pangen Village really needs to be written about, and I can't just deal with it like this anymore. However, I can't write, I shouldn't write, and I haven't figured out how to write. What should I do?

The weather was hot and humid. Yin Nanping held the steering wheel with one hand and drove his newly purchased pickup truck bumpily on the dirt road in the fields surrounded by crops. The road was a bit narrow, and the two rows of tires of the pickup truck exceeded the bright porcelain ruts, crushing and rattling the thorny shrubs such as wolfberry and cocklebur that grew wildly along the road. He didn't turn on the air conditioner, so he put a wet towel on his head like a stingy taxi driver in the city, enjoying the pleasure of sweating all over his body as the heat evaporated. "This is what a fucking sauna is called. Those idiots sit in the steam room and pour water on the red-hot stones. What fucking idiots!" The joy in his heart reflected on his face, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Then Daquan said in a hesitant voice: It doesn't matter. Dexi didn't connect the fuse, just to let everyone have fun for a while. Lao Zeshan was stunned for a moment. It turned out that he did not want this long-awaited excitement to be too short-lived. He hoped that this happy and joyful time could be extended as much as possible, so he asked the younger generation to sing a few more verses. Lao Zeshan couldn't help but said emotionally: Brother, if you want to liven things up, we can just sing one more night. Your delay in calling has ruined the interest of the villagers and ruined our reputation on the plateau. If I invite another opera troupe to sing again in the future, I'm afraid they won't come. After hearing this, Lao Dexi stood up and fumbled for a piece of fuse from his pocket. At this moment, a bright red fire suddenly appeared in the courtyard, followed by a burst of cheers. Lao Zeshan, Lao Dexi, and Daquan were so shocked that they didn't bother to answer the phone and hurriedly ran outside the hospital. It turned out that someone lit a bonfire in the courtyard, and a large circle of people jumped and danced around the fire. Then, Gao Yuan clenched his hands into fists, stamped his feet vigorously, and began to sing loudly.

The cows were still grazing on the hillside, but Wang Ersan, the cow herder, stood behind the cow's buttocks, lifted up the cow's tail with all his strength, and chanted: One, two, three! One two three! Old Niu Dandan had been constipated for a week, so Wang Ersan carefully stuffed the cow's buttocks to remove the leakage. The cow finally pulled away and took Wang Ersan's hand, splashing cow dung on his face. Wang Ersan broke out in a stinky sweat. He looked at the pile of cow dung pulled down on the grass slope and looked like flowers. He was as happy as a piece of cow dung. Dandan finally gave a low sound of comfort and continued to eat grass. Wang Ersan then patted the cow's back with confidence, squatted in the grass and wiped his hands carelessly, staring at a big cake in the grass. The big cake seemed to be blushing because of Wang Ersan's stare.

The wind from the Bund stirred my long hair. I leaned on the railing, looking at the illuminated river surface, and remembered that evening in Qifengpo, when Haiyinzi innocently and happily described her ideal: I want to buy a big house, I want to buy dozens of tea sets, and I drink tea every day. I joked: One cup is for tasting, two cups is for quenching thirst, and three cups is for donkey drinking water. She rushed forward with her teeth and claws bared, and two sixteen-year-old girls laughed and wrestled together under the locust tree. Several years later, when I finally settled down in a corner of a strange city, carefully brewed a cup of Qifeng tea, and sipped it slowly, I would think of the legend on Qifeng Slope that was passed down by word of mouth but could not be verified. I believe this is true. I turned on the computer and typed out the description word by word, sparing no words or ink: When the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, there is a phoenix coming to the Qifeng Slope. The king of birds lives up to his reputation. Its body is noble and its whole body is colorful. It flies high into the sky and then goes straight into the clouds. Its cry resounds throughout the sky...

In the sound of Morigen's matouqin, I hummed this song that flowed from my heart all the way. Bayin also hummed along. He said that when tourists come to the grassland next summer, he will sing to them and tell the story of three orphans in the desert. One day later, we walked out of the desert and entered the grassland; two days later, we walked out of the grassland and came to the city; three days later, I said goodbye to Mo Rigen and Bayin and returned to Beijing alone. When I walked into the house, I took off my shoes and watched the sand flow out of it like running water, and it instantly turned into a desert... I put the sand into a small glass bottle and placed it high on the bookcase. It read: Desert Sand, Bichi Madha Rita (I love you)!

Foreigners are coming to town! One morning, such shocking news suddenly appeared in Gudu Town. Then, like a typhoid outbreak, the news swept through the town with lightning speed. Everyone who is infected becomes inexplicably agitated, feverishly impatient, and can't wait to pass the germs on to the next person. As a result, people in the town were buzzing around like newly resurrected flies, spreading the news that "foreigners are coming to the town." Therefore, on the streets, on the side of the road, in alleys, under big trees, and even at the door of some toilets, there will often be scenes like this: after two people meet, they look at each other mysteriously, and one of them says in a serious tone: "You know, right? Foreigners are coming to the town." The other person must also be calm. Qing nodded solemnly and said: "Yes, foreigners are coming." The first one said affirmatively: "Really. Foreigners are coming." The latter also said with certainty: "Really. Foreigners are coming." Then, the two looked at each other again, parted ways, and each went to find the next target. In this way, people spread the news that "foreigners are coming to town". During breakfast, the news finally reached the ears of the secretary and the mayor. It was Lao Sun, the master chef of the government canteen, who told them.

The head is very heavy, the body is also very heavy, and it is falling heavily. He insisted that he could not fall, but must rise. He would use all his strength to fly to the top of the mountain. Only in that place that humans could not reach, and other birds and animals could not reach, could he end his life with dignity. At that time, he could quietly look at the blue sky, the white clouds, and the vast universe, and then watch the dancing clouds in the sky, and watch the long wind pierce the clouds, carrying thunder and lightning, traveling wantonly through the sky... However, his physical fitness has now reached its limit, and he cannot He knows whether he can persist until that moment, but he must continue to persist. In the end, he will leave his body on the top of the mountain, and his soul will follow the long wind and thunder and melt among the blue sky and white clouds... Goodbye Yingla, if there is an afterlife, I will definitely fight with you. In the dark, Shaobu heard the sound of the eagle flute, sharp, long, whimpering and trilling, like weeping, like complaining, like singing, like sadness... It was really a magic sound that called to the soul!

Ever since they contracted the cotton field next to the sandbags, no matter what their mood, people like to climb on the sandbags. Sitting on the sandbag, he felt much closer to the sky, which also made him feel much taller. Even on those days when the white clouds hung low after the rain, he wanted to reach out and touch those cotton-like clouds, grab them one by one, and spread them with sandbags all over his red brick courtyard. But in fact, he was still far, far away from those low, cotton-like clouds. When he understands this, he will be very depressed and feel very small. Qiaoling once said to him, when you were sitting on that sandbag, when I looked at you in the field, you looked like an ant.

Time is like the autumn leaves in the forest, each one blown down by the autumn wind; but pain is like a fishing net that catches me. Yuzhika has been missing for almost a month and there is still no news. That mysterious woman is a hunting knife in my heart, torturing me all the time. In the Aolugu Yashilu Ewenki tribe deep in the Greater Khingan Mountains, Yuzhika has a special family. The men in this family are all well-known and respected shamans, and they have cured countless patients. However, the men of this family always disappeared inexplicably. Some disappeared while looking for reindeer, some disappeared while hunting, and some disappeared while collecting firewood. In short, they all disappeared mysteriously in the forest. Aunt Uzhina told me: "Among all the missing men of the Aolugu Yadulal family, the youngest is only sixteen years old, and the oldest is no more than fifty years old. They are all handsome, capable of riding and shooting, but no one can escape their tragic fate. Perhaps this is the fate of this family."

Li Guihua rolled out her dough again and said: "Hit me and scold me, but I don't look at the outside world if I don't beat or scold him! I just blame him and his son, they are both dead tendons!" She also told me that a few years ago, Shi Bin also had the opportunity to go out, but he gave up the opportunity to others. The people in the village knew that he was knowledgeable and educated, so they kept choosing him as their leader. In front of the leader, he himself felt that he had sold himself to the village. He is a stubborn person who cannot manage the village well. If the superiors say something is not allowed, he will not let it happen. If the superiors say something is permissible, he will immediately say yes. As she spoke, Li Guihua actually cried and said that Shi Bin had been beaten several times because of the land division and family planning, and even after the beatings, he still had such a tough temper. "Hey, if you are such a good guy, you will stay like that for the rest of your life!" Li Guihua concluded in the end. Retreating to the yard, I thought again, I can't say that Shi Bin has not changed at all. For example, my friend was caught by his son, and he had already taken the initiative to smooth things over. Liu Huizhen, Huang Guoqing, Xing Chao... What will our youth group do in the future? Do Shi Bin and Li Guihua have any contact with them? Just when I wanted to ask Li Guihua again, voices came from the village road - Shi Bin came back with a few of my friends talking and laughing.

Caixia smiled and said, "Don't think anyone is so clean. There are only men and women in our village who have been with each other for several lifetimes. Who doesn't have a good relationship? I also thought about it. With such a thing, who has not had sex with so many times? Living a good life is the first thing." When mentioning this stubble, Hongfang didn't say anything. There was a ready-made example sitting in the yard! Hongfang grabbed Caixia's hand and said with tears in her eyes: "Silly girl, aren't you afraid of getting sick?" Caixia unzipped the small bag she carried with her and poured out the contents to show her. Hongfang only recognized the string of condoms that were similar to instant shampoo, but it was the first time she had heard of those "wet wipes" and "lotion." The two of them agreed that whoever will tell what happened today will be the grandson. Caixia told Hongfang: "If you want to go with me, come to me at home. I work the day shift on 135, the night shift on 246, and all day on Sunday." Caixia also said: "It's not glorious. At least in a year you can build a new yard by yourself, and you don't have to live with the old one anymore." Hongfang was dizzy and could only shake her head.

Secretary Xue was tolerant. He said in a very caring tone regardless of previous suspicions, "Buckwheat, you have lost a lot of weight." I have heard about Ma Huozi and Yang Laixi. I have a classmate who is a supervisor in this area in the county. Well, since it is inconvenient to talk during the day, I will make a call in the evening to see if I can deal with them leniently. You come over tonight and we can think of more solutions. Qiaoqiao was so moved that she almost cried. After Secretary Xue had gone far away, she finally came to her senses. Secretary Xue asked her to go "at night". Qiaoqiao suddenly became confused again. She wanted to go back to Weizi, but when she reached the entrance of the village, she turned around hesitantly. When we got to the town, we didn't know where we were going, so we turned around and headed back to the enclosure. In this way, she walked back and forth all afternoon.

I am Wei Hu's younger brother, and I am willing to be his younger brother. In our village, the highest mountain is Mount Jiaguang, followed by Mount Jiamai, Mount Jialiu, Mount Jiafan, and Mount Jiajie. We will cut down five big trees on the top of these five mountains, and then arrange for a person to keep watch under the trees that are about to fall. Jiajie Mountain is my younger brother, Jiaqian Mountain is my brother, Jiali Mountain is me, Jiamei Mountain is my mother, and Jiaquan Mountain is my father.

At dawn, I crawled out from the high courtyard wall. Laifu and Guangjun locked the gate last night, thinking that they could truly keep me in captivity. They didn't expect that I was very familiar with the courtyard wall of this house. In the past, I had played the game of locking myself up and breaking out out of boredom. Unexpectedly, it came in handy here. It seems that I have always had the idea of ​​​​escape in my subconscious. Like last time, I had no clear destination this time, but what was different from last time was that I had a decisive idea. Baita, the village that had raised me for more than thirty years, now made me feel strange, uneasy, and frightened. I could no longer lie peacefully in her arms.

Guests from afar, I'll kill a yak to welcome you! The best season to go to northern Tibet is between March and May or October and December. This period happens to be outside the rainy season, making it less likely to get stuck in a car and not too cold. I had just come back from the mainland, and I had some altitude sickness and my heart was beating fast. The day before I left, I went to the People's Hospital for an electrocardiogram. The doctor said that there was an irregular heartbeat, myocardial ischemia, and the blood pressure was too low. Low pressure was 60 and high pressure was 80. Special attention should be paid. Going to northern Tibet had been planned for a long time. Zhang Jie and Dazui had been staying in Lhasa for a week to wait for me. At nine o'clock in the morning on October 28th, we set off from Lhasa, officially kicking off our "trip to northern Tibet". There were two cars this time. Our car is a Cherokee 2500, which we bought last year. It has never been driven on particularly bad roads, so this time is a test.

As soon as it got dark, Wu Ya slipped into Lao Hei's house. She knew that the old black wife was not at home. In the afternoon, she saw with her own eyes Lao Hei's uncle driving a police car to pick up Lao Hei's wife. When leaving, he went to her small store to buy a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes for herself and a bottle of Wahaha for her mother-in-law. Lao Hei's wife was sitting in a police car, with the window glass pulled down and her head sticking out of the window. She was telling the passers-by in a ostentatious manner, "My daughter is about to give birth. My uncle is coming to pick me up to take care of my confinement." Three years ago, Wu Ya's husband died in a car accident. The owner of the car refused to pay compensation, so Wu Ya went to find Lao Hei. Lao Hei's uncle is the section chief of the county public security bureau. Lao Hei took the lead.

Huaishu Township Party Committee Secretary He Lao had just returned to his dormitory when he saw Chen Neng, the deputy mayor in charge of petitions, standing in front of the door with a sad face. Chen Neng's eyes were red, as if he had just cried. I always couldn't stand the way Chen Neng, who was almost forty, often made coquettish remarks, saying that Chen Neng lived in a state of suspension and belonged to the sky. Chen Neng carves himself out poetically and picturesquely, making his image a bit fake, just like his expression now, which makes him feel a bit artificial. Shi Lao didn't say anything, and he fumbled for the key on his belt. There was a faint clatter, and he found "this" key and opened the door. Just as he was about to go in, he was pushed out by the musty smell of the room. He stood outside waiting for the smell in the room to dissipate.

Chen Zhongshi's novel "White Deer Plain" has become a classic of contemporary Chinese literature. The birth and promotion of this novel are closely related to He Qizhi of People's Literature Publishing House. He is the editor, responsible editor and final review editor of "White Deer Plain". He Qizhi had been dating Chen Zhongshi for decades. In the late 1970s, he asked Chen Zhongshi to write a novel, which led to the creation of "White Deer Plain". This book contains He Qizhi's articles recalling Chen Zhongshi and the birth of "White Deer Plain", as well as the review comments of "White Deer Plain", as well as the controversy and discussion caused after its publication. It has important historical value for studying the history of contemporary Chinese literature.

Even after so many years, some memories will be indelible in my heart, as if they happened yesterday. This story was told by Shenggui. Shenggui's family lives in Xinglongchang Village, and the story begins on the winding mountain road in Xinglongchang Village... On the Wumeng Plateau, the rain has just passed, and the wind smells of grass, making it seem a bit cold. The villages in the mountains are dotted with wisps of cooking smoke. Beside the Caoshan Road, Uncle Song from Xinglongchang wrapped up his clothes tightly to isolate himself from the cold outside his sheepskin jacket. Uncle Song is over sixty years old and his face is covered with wrinkles. He has been holding a cigarette stick in his mouth habitually for decades, and the smoke fills his face. The rural road was very muddy. Several carriages passed by and splashed muddy water. Uncle Song's trousers were soaked through. The cold wind blew and was as cold as a knife, but this did not interrupt Uncle Song's thoughts at all. He has the only hope in his heart.

As usual, the girl Kai Xing sat with her female companions beside a tall pile of grain and hay to collect the soles of her shoes. The female companions were talking and laughing while they were flying needles and threads. Only Kai Xing remained silent and lowered his head to collect his shoes. She pulled the thin, white twine over the yellow wax so that the twine could run more smoothly during the threading process, and then threaded it through the soles stitch by stitch. The silver-white, thin and long steel needle is not omnipotent. It has to pull the hemp rope through the thick, white thousand-layer cloth. It also needs the guidance of a slightly longer awl and the dark strength of the thick copper thimble. The workmanship of this type of fur-soled shoes is very complicated, requiring time, energy, and both eye and hand. Kai Xing and her friends have already become proficient in this kind of craftsmanship. During busy farming periods, they work in the fields like their family members. During slack farming periods, their mother prepares fabrics of various colors and textures for them to make various kinds of cloth shoes.

In Shajiaba in midsummer, the tops of the mountains are crumbling, and there is no sign of life. Qian Jining stood on the road to the dam on the left bank, dazed for a while. This is Qian Jining's sixth year of construction at the Shajiaba Hydropower Station. The construction work was carried out intermittently, and the people under his control were changed one after another like a revolving door. As a project manager, seeing that there was no hope of turning around the project, I began to think hard about how to get out. But as the manager of such a crappy project, how do you find a good home? With the current pace of employment, it is really not easy for a grassroots man without any background to find a good home. To be good, you have to find a way to prove that you are capable, and that this capability is exactly the kind that some important person who has the final say prefers without fault.

The novel describes the entire process of land reform in a village named Yuanmaotun in Northeast China from 1946 to 1947. In the first part, Zhao Yulin leads the farmers to fight against the bully landlord Han Laoliu. Later, Zhao Yulin died heroically in the suppression of bandits. The second part writes that one year later, Captain Xiao led the work team to enter Yuanmao Tun again to reverse the repeated unfavorable situation. Lord Guo Quanhai led the peasants to continue Zhao Yulin's unfinished business, eliminate traitors and anti-traitors and fight against the landlord Du Shanren, consolidate the fruits of victory, and take the lead in joining the People's Liberation Army and fighting south. This novel won the third prize of the 1951 Stalin Literature Prize.

This book is the author's masterpiece. It shows the magnificent revolutionary struggle in the rural areas of Northeast China and depicts a series of vivid images of peasants. It has become one of the earliest outstanding works in China with the theme of land reform. The art shows national characteristics and personal style. It won the third prize of the Stalin Prize for Literature in 1951. It became popular all over the country and has been published in multiple language translations.

Tian Xiaogen was stunned, and tears of grievance rolled in his eyes. Tian Xiaogen choked and said: "I can't use the condom, the medicine can't help, and I don't need the mountain cannon. It's been so many days, why don't you go to the meeting? Several sand-and-half chickens are better than my marriage. Is it important?" Tian Laogen was in a state of confusion. He stretched out his hand to support Tian Xiaogen's shoulders and said sadly: "I'll do it again, for the last time, if I can't stop you from fighting..." Two lines of turbid tears flowed from Tian Laogen's eyes.

In the autumn of 1937, Tan'er joined the Eighth Route Army. Once, he and a comrade passed by Sansanlipu on a mission and went to his home to have a look. His mother was not at home, the yard was quiet, and hollyhocks were blooming in the flower bed. There were not many people in the whole village, only the marshmallow flowers on the edge of the courtyard swayed in the breeze. Tan'er only met Chang Yougong in the kiln across the road.

When Gao Guizi looked at the hay house, he saw piles of grain leaves stacked there, but the hay stalks were taken home and burned by the groom. Then they asked, "Who ordered it?" The garrison put the blame on the hired groom. Gao Guizi called for the groom to be brought over, took the whip from the man's hand, and whipped the groom several times. At night, several horsemen were looking for the man, but he was a loader living in a small shop. At that time, his hands and feet were tied up and he was beaten with sticks until he fainted. When he was rescued, the man refused to untie the rope from his hands. He sat there until dawn, covered in blood and with his hands cut behind his back, and went to the military camp to scream. The people in the town had already been alarmed and gathered at the gate of the camp to watch the red fire.

Before the troops of the 84th Division of the Kuomintang crossed the Yellow River to carry out the second encirclement and suppression of the Red Army in northern Shaanxi, the 12th Red Detachment operating in the eastern and southern districts of Suide continued to carry out guerrillas in the countryside. The team members killed the reactionaries again and again, distributed food supplies, raised funds, and transported guns. They succeeded again and again, and the joy of victory swelled in their chests. Gao Zhendong, the food package man, stood on the street of Yihe Town after drinking enough wine. When he saw five people talking to him, he shouted at the people going to the market: "Listen, go back and prepare the food for the next market. I set up a scale in the town and weighed everyone one by one. No one can Don't think of relying on me for grain! It's a matter of course to pay for grain! I see that some people now only want to rebel. Not only do they not pay grain to the government, but they also want to rely on the red bandits to kill our family members, bah!" Gao Zhendong spat and continued. "Some were beaten to death, and some were frightened to death! Unless I, Gao Zhendong, die, you all have to pay!"

Company Commander Lin turned around and sat on the Grand Master's chair next to the tea table, looked at the silver in the tea tray, and said to Zhou Furen: "It is really a huge problem if Lin is not responsible for it. Commander-in-Chief Chiang mobilized 500,000 troops in Nanjing to encircle and suppress the Central Red Army in southern Jiangxi. For underground parties and guerrillas in various places, the Commander-in-Chief ordered, 'It is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to miss one.' Since the last time the hungry people entered the city, the local Communists The party has grown in power, and the number of people in the underground party has suddenly increased! How much trouble has he caused to the county party committee? You are a small rich man in the village, and you can't save it!" Captain Lin became angry: "Your son is a political prisoner, do you understand? Put the money away, I can't handle this!"

The head of the banyan tree has been turned into a park, and the tree root hole has been carved into a tree root landscape. Flocks of birds fly from all directions to rest on the branches of the banyan tree, forming a wonderful scene of "hundreds of birds returning to their nests". The railings by the river are carved with jade and sparkle. There is a statue of "Dragon Boat Soul" near the river. The artist created a shirtless dragon boat racer beating a drum. The four sides of the base echo the relief scenes of dragon boat races, as if playing the movement of "Dragon Race to Win the Gold".

Illusory ideals and harsh reality At the end of 1968, my classmates and I came to Shanxi and settled in a village called Changsheng. The year I went to jump in line, I was 16 years old. There are more than 20 students from the same village who jumped in line. I had some extremely naive ideas about going to the mountains and countryside. Before going to the countryside, I participated in student agricultural labor in the suburbs of Beijing. At that time, going to the mountains and countryside was a life choice that we had to seriously consider. In a quiet farmhouse courtyard on the outskirts of Beijing, I met several educated youths who had just settled down. I find their unrestrained pastoral life quite romantic and very attractive. I also read "Border Song", a novel about young people supporting border areas, which also gave me wonderful thoughts about my future life of jumping in line.

This man was very tough. When he gave the order for his men to take action, eight or nine law enforcement officers rushed forward. There were only two opponents. The younger one threw away the tape measure in his hand and grabbed a hoe from the ground in an attempt to resist. In an instant, he was caught by the urban management personnel, who snatched the hoe and pushed it aside. The middle-aged victim was also pushed away from the wall and pushed aside. Then the law enforcement officers scrambled to demolish the illegal buildings. The so-called "new building" hurriedly built in the lane was actually a thin brick wall. It was very flimsy and no better than paper. It was knocked down and destroyed by the law enforcement officers in just ten minutes. Before leaving, the squadron leader ordered the collection of crime tools. This was a routine action, just like collecting poles and baskets from illegal mobile vendors during market regulation. What tools are there at the illegal erection site? A hoe and a masonry knife. Law enforcement officers threw hoes onto their three-wheelers and confiscated the masonry tools. The masonry knife was thrown on the ground next to a pile of broken bricks. The victim, the mason, sat on the broken bricks and smoked without saying a word.

When Tan Bingguang saw that the slim woman standing at the door was indeed his wife who had not worshiped, he suddenly felt a little panicked. Liutian had just been liberated, and the Red Army was facing a myriad of affairs. Not to mention that he held multiple positions, and even if he divided himself into two, he would still be too busy. When he saw Zhang Yuyin, he felt ashamed beyond words. Zhang Yuyin was a little dumbfounded. She suddenly faced her husband, who was dressed in military uniform and carrying two short guns at his waist. Especially the small red five-pointed star on the brim of his hat looked particularly red under the sunlight. She never imagined that her husband, who was not married to her, would look so handsome, upright and majestic in military uniform! But the long square face with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked a little tired and haggard. She suddenly felt that her cheeks were a little hot, and she was speechless for a moment, so she put the pair of black cloth shoes with scissor-tops she had brought into the other person's hands, and said affectionately: "Take off those old shoes on your feet and try them to see if they fit your feet. I'll know how to make shoes next time."

Mao Tou, the eldest son of the Jiang family in South Street, Longtou Town, is a famous naughty bag in the town. He became the leader of a gang of children at the age of twelve or thirteen. Around him were Hu Datou, the boy from the old Hu family, Zheng Jiancheng from the old pig-killing Zheng family on North Street, Qiu Xiaohe from the Qiu family who owned the grocery store, and the crazy girls Mei Juan and Liu Qian. There were a total of ten or twenty children. Jiang Maotou led them up trees to dig out bird eggs, fish and shrimps in the water, and even got into fights with children from neighboring villages. Of course, every time he charged forward and retreated, he was the most severely bruised and swollen in every fight. His mischief and troubles made the adults in Longtou Town frown when they talked about him, and they were annoyed that they would not let their children go crazy with him. But the nature of children is to follow him around like running around, playing and fighting with the children from neighboring villages. In fact, Jiang Maotou has ambitions. He admires heroes. The land and water where he lives has produced many founding generals of the Republic. His ideal is to rely on his bravery to become a high official serving the people in the future. Every time he gathered his small team, he always asked his subordinates to call him Jiang Daguan.

Time has passed by a century, and now I am in my late forties or early fifties. People of this age group are divided into two halves by the River of Century, half east of the river and half west of the river. Logically speaking, he is not considered old, but his pale hair is already as messy as dead grass that has experienced winter. Daze became the hallmark. In many quiet occasions, we can always see a person lying on a chair trying to clear his head, squinting his eyes as if sleeping, with a cup of strong tea beside him, thinking deeply about many, many thoughts.

Second Master Shang stopped him and said, "It's just a matter of leisure, but it's also a matter of human nature. Let's savor it slowly." Mr. Shang died in the spring of that year. Xia Jingtian, the rich third master was sitting in the yard drinking tea. He called Yushu and said, "Without the second master Shang, I felt as if half of my arms were broken. Before leaving, the old brother didn't ask me how I got the bird to be "honored". Haha, the second master Shang values ​​​​the rules. Are the rules really that important? You say. Yushu fanned the rich third master with a cattail leaf fan and said that the second master didn't ask when he came. He had his own reasons. There were some things that had to be touched but not said.