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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.

The sun hung high in the sky, the cold wind howled in all directions, and the fields were filled with endless green winter wheat. The poplar trees, sporadic neem trees, and paulownia trees on the roadside were bare and looked extremely deserted. Lu Xiaoyu looked at the vast world in confusion, thinking that when a person lives alone in this world, there are actually many secrets that others will never know. There were so many things he didn't know about Ding Minghe... Others - including Ding Minghe's mother who left Ding Minghe four years ago - thought that Ding Minghe drowned, but in fact he was not at all... However, Lu Xiaoyu still felt confused: What was the meaning of Ding Minghe coming to this world... What was the meaning of coming to this world himself...

Lu Da is a native of Lujia Village, Yonggu Township, Linzhou, and his nickname is Lu Dafu. Because he is the eldest son in the family, people have called him Lu Da Lu Dadi since he was a child. As time went by, they forgot his name. Lu Da was born in 1950 and is 57 years old this year. Like all the farmer brothers in northern Shaanxi, he has suffered from hunger, cold and a lot of hardships. The change in Lu Da's destiny began in 1997, when he was 47 years old. There are nine hills in Lujia Village, with thick layers of high-quality coal underneath. When the country vigorously developed the Linzhou coalfield, it caused great shock in the local area. A few farmer friends came to Lu Da for discussion and said: "You are the village chief of Lujia Village. There is coal underground in Lujia Village. We have been poor all our lives. We are so stupid that we should open a coal mine to dig and sell coal." Lu Da said, "Okay, let's just open a fucking coal mine. We will do what the state does."

Sun. I said the sun came out. The woman said where is the sun? Now I pointed at the shining sun and said. The sun is smiling at me. The sun is still talking to me. The sun said, go home - with your mother. I looked at the woman to see if she looked like my biological mother. The sun says that you are now a healthy child and it's time to start your life again. In fact, there is no sun at all in the sky, only the sunflower tree shining with golden light. I held my head high and said, go back home. My steps are much more straight and sonorous than before. The woman burst into tears. The yellow dog's eye sockets were also wet. From time to time I look back at the sunflowers, which are still shining on me like the sun.

The two big families in Luotuoyi Town finally performed an ancient tribal marriage with the help of Huluguaizi. Ma Sanliu and his daughter Hongliu were engaged, and his son Maifuhai and Zaohua were engaged. In times of crisis, the two families abandoned their previous grudges and formed an alliance. The horse thief waited until the third day and saw that there was no movement at the camel post. A cannon was fired into the town. After the sound of the cannon, hundreds of horse thieves rushed towards the town. As a result, a bloody fierce battle broke out. Ma Huihui led a group of gunmen and swordsmen and rushed forward; Ma Sanliu's father also rushed forward with his servants, bodyguards and swordsmen. On the streets of the town, people screamed and fell down. Fighting from dawn to dusk, the horse thieves did not expect to encounter such tenacious resistance and were retreating steadily. The horse thieves did not leave, but surrounded the camel post. Prepare to trap the people in Luotuo Station to death.

At that time, Luohua Town was called Meixikou, and it was quietly stuck on the waist of Luohua River. It was just a bay of clear water and a street built along the river, but it connected the north of Guangxi and the south of Hunan. Therefore, the street was called Meixi Street. The men and women walking on the streets either have a strong Xiang accent or a light Cantonese accent. As time goes by, the Hunan accent and the Cantonese accent blend together and it becomes impossible to distinguish what is the real Hunan accent and what is the real Cantonese accent. It doesn't matter to them, they rely on the shops on Meixi Street to do business. Most of the businesses from the north are groceries, and the most distinctive one is the Wugang Tofu, Baoqing Breast Duck, Hengyang Braised Chicken. The business from the south is much more particular. They deal in Jiangnan silk and satin and western Guangdong salt. The worst thing is Guilin's medicinal herbs. Their life is much more nourishing than those from the north.

At this time, I also understood some truths: The reason why we men cannot leave Luokan is that they cannot break the countless ties between the land and themselves. These fates give them warmth, give them worries, give them relatives, give them burdens, give them back doors, give them injustice, give them status, give them humiliation, give them the right not to queue up, and also give them the possibility of becoming corrupt officials. Good or bad, this marriage lasted for three thousand years, and it was not so easy to divorce, because this long marriage gave birth to too many children, including Pig Intestine, Huangmei Opera, Haoxinqu... And the "Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet".

These four "groups" are literally juxtaposed, which can easily lead people to mistake them as four units cooperating. In fact, this is not the case at all. There was a revolution in that year, and all the institutions that the Party and the People's Government had worked hard to establish for more than 20 years were paralyzed by a stroke. The Revolutionary Committee was in charge. The Revolutionary Committee's great, glorious, sacred and arduous historical mission was to destroy the old and establish the new. The names of the old institutions had to be changed. The Propaganda Department has been reorganized into the Propaganda Group, and the Cultural Bureau has been reorganized into the Cultural Group... In short, the voice coming from Beijing is that everything needs to be "reorganized," which is understood below as "reorganized, reorganized," or "reorganized" in its entirety. However, the affiliation was not clear in writing, so someone came up with the idea of ​​using fonts to distinguish them. The "Creative Group of the Theater Studio of the Cultural Bureau of the Propaganda Department" changed into the Creative Group of the Propaganda Group, Cultural Group, Drama Group. The inventor of this method firmly believes that anyone with a little bit of brains will understand that the organization with thick fonts has greater weight, because "thick" in Xiangbei dialect happens to mean "big". Considering that an individual cannot be on an equal footing with an organization, the author's name can only be written in the smallest possible way, making it difficult to see clearly.

When we passed the river beach where he took Dongcuo and I last time, we saw a shallow ravine stretching toward the mountainside of Mount Namugal. Although I was not familiar with this place, I was sure that the stream in the river beach next to the village originated from this ravine. The ever-flowing stream has been flowing in vain for countless years without anyone managing it or using it. Now, because of construction going on upstream, it's not as clear as it used to be. It was already eleven o'clock in the morning when we arrived at the construction site. In addition to the technical personnel sent by the county and township, there were people from Baledan and other villages on the construction site supervising the work. Many young men and women from this village and other villages were working nervously at the end of the ditch. It was said that the entire project was about to be completed. There is a gate at the connection between the dam and the channel. Opening the gate allows the clear mountain stream to flow to the river beach. Closing the gate allows water to be introduced into the newly built channel to irrigate all the cultivated land in Namugal Village. In my heart, I silently wish that Namugale Village, which has been in a backward state for a long time, will get on the road to prosperity as soon as possible!

This broken place is vast, tall, but dry. The large truck bounced like a tractor on the gravel ground, plowing a skeletal road that stretched forward endlessly, crossing the plains and crossing bare mountains. Every time I get out of the car, I feel a little scared, so I force myself to hit the road every time. The sun has set on the top of the western mountain, and the sky is covered with thin, tattered clouds. The air is cold and thin, so thin that one dare not take a deep breath for fear that if one exerts too much force, all the air in front of the mouth and nose will be sucked in at once. At a glance, except for the protruding ridges, there is a bare wilderness, but it always makes people feel that the entire land is piled high, and they can overlook the whole world. That kind of condescending feeling, you can't see the deep ravines with your eyes, but you can feel it in the pores of your body.

Earlier, we were at the southeast end of Zhuoma Village. There was a dirt road leading out of the village. The dirt road is about two or three oxcarts wide. From the entrance of the village, it looks like a huge snake twisting and turning and lying across the field. On a sunny day, the dust on the dirt road is more than half a foot thick, and when people walk, they leave deep footprints. As the car drove away, a puff of smoke and dust rose up from behind, and the car was covered with fog. The oxen, donkeys, horses, and cartwheels in front of the cart looked earthy and fishy as soon as they came out, like billets entering the kiln. As soon as the walking tractor passed by, it looked earthy and fake, like a mold. Afraid of rain. Light rain can be enough to wet a layer of skin. As soon as I stepped on the muddy footprints, I saw red and yellow dry soil. There are many red and yellow footprints like spots. At first glance, the road looks more like a fat spotted snake.

Before Shi Yin got up that day, he heard Su Pu's voice and said, "Wait a minute." Then he changed his clothes and came out. Su Pu saw that he was wearing a light green T-shirt and a pair of black beach shorts. Su Pu was stunned for a moment, it looked a bit familiar, her head shook, and she remembered that it was... The person who peeked at her bathing.

It was only when I was drinking on the farmhouse's Tukang and listening to the villagers' gossip that I realized that Songshan Guaizi's wife had not escaped from Tianci Valley after all. It was the twelfth lunar month, the Tianci Valley was completely white, and the snow on the road was more than half a foot thick. Songshan Guaizi was playing mahjong in Zhu Dayao. Someone who heard the news said that his wife and someone had hurried out of the ditch. He quickly jumped down to the ground, without even bothering to lift up the heels of his shoes. He led four or five young men with shovels and followed them with two lines of footprints. He couldn't catch up at first, but then Feng Sihai cranked up the tractor, stepped on the accelerator, and caught up with his daughter-in-law and his mother's cousin at the entrance of the Tianci ditch.

Tang Zi said, it's not that I listen to you or not, let me ask. The naked Tang Zi actually stood up and shouted: Xiaodie, listen, my fourth brother Dong Nuan wants to marry you as his wife! Would you like to? Xiaodie didn't seem to hear it, but she obviously noticed us four boys. As a result, Tong Guo's fatal words made her rush towards him like crazy. Her pigtails were raised and her breasts were rising and falling, showing that she was obviously angry. What did you shout to Guo Guo? He shouted to Guo: Xiaodie, Xiaodie, my fourth brother wants to sleep with you. It's over, it's over. Dong Nuan stood up and it was too late to cover Tong Guo's mouth. Xiaodie clutched the Crescent Scythe, with tears in her eyes, and jumped on the river embankment and cursed. Next to her is our wheelbarrow parked. She cried and called us hooligans. I didn't expect girls to be so scolding. She scolded, and we scolded her too. Only Dongnuan didn't fight back. He moved closer to Xiaodie. Xiaodie glared and said, "Come here and I'll cut off your head." Dong Nuan said, you misunderstood, misunderstood.

Zhang Guozi is dead. The wind blew in his white hair. He sits calmly on the stone slab like a ripe fruit. The sheep didn't notice anything strange and continued to eat grass. Zhang Guozi is indeed dead. But he felt like he wasn't dead. He stood up from the stone slab. The air was neither cold nor hot, and the grass under his feet was extremely fresh. When he looked up, sheep all over the mountains and fields appeared in his sight. He stamped his feet, lowered his head and looked at the grass again. He felt that it was spring grass, and there were some red petals standing on the tips of the flowering grass. The dew on the grass blades told him that it was a spring morning.

We all understand that the rise and fall of our family is in sync with the rise and fall of the country. From quarrying stones on the Baishi River beach, to two legal trucks hauling earth and coal, to contracting the train platform and preparing their own wagons, to industrial expansion and extended development, every step is in line with the pulse of national development. In the final analysis, they still benefit from the development of the country. Every step an enterprise takes, it steps on the footsteps of the entire country moving forward. We, our family, may sound famous on the surface, but everyone understands that we are still ordinary people.

Hated them, hated the public humiliation of the twenty-eight bachelors, and even more hated the indifference of the village. Miaomiao finally chose to give up, because the goal was too vague, and it was not worth competing with those dead pigs that were not afraid of boiling water. Calling the police is just to let them in for a few days, so what's the use? The person who loses his reputation is himself, and those who go in will also bring Yu Peng with him. Sadly for the old party secretary, from now on, the crops in the field will not grow peacefully. There is no chance that there will be half a brick and dirt in the yard at night, let alone business. Miaomiao was a little at a loss. She felt tired, but she couldn't tell where she was. She didn't allow herself to be sad or have uncomfortable thoughts. She didn't want to add a burden to her parents.

As soon as you see the fire, you run away, do you understand? He smiled and looked at my running gestures. An unnatural smile appeared on the face burned by the fire, and the slightly open mouth looked like a coal mine, with the tongue curled up like a ball of crushed fungus inside. He turned around, his clothes stained by sparks were bulging like a torn sack, and he ran out of the classroom quickly. What do you care about him? He's sick here. Colleague Yang Ruotao pointed to his head. I didn't answer her words, and stared blankly outside the classroom. The sunset seemed to be on fire, shining on the brick-red pine branches in the yard. I still remember the first time I saw this child named Mo Ran, it was also in this evening. At that time, I came to Shuiyue Bay alone. After getting off the train, I was left on the bus next to this strange village.

Qingtai Street was originally a main street in the old city, connecting the Weihe Ferry in the south and Yifeng Street in the north. A Phoenix Tower separated the two streets from the north to the south. Yifeng Street houses the county government office, the Confucian Temple, and the Xuedao Gate in the early years. Although the buildings are dilapidated, they all have cornices, brackets, carved beams, and painted pillars. Qingtai Street is full of small houses with brick gatehouses and two wooden doors, which are simple but plain. Standing on the Phoenix Terrace and looking towards both sides, Yifeng Street looks like a lady, while Qingtai Street is clearly Xiaojiabiyu. It is small but has its own small advantages. It is simple, bright and unpretentious, with more than thirty residents and three to five stores. The streets are lined with willow trees and weeping willows. It has a leisurely, quiet and a little bit of loneliness. The people on Qingtai Street are as unassuming as this street. During the Cultural Revolution, the King's flag was changed on the top of the Phoenix Tower, and all the people waving the flag and shouting were on Yifeng Street.

As soon as the village mass meeting was announced to be over, the venue immediately became chaotic. This was in the 1970s, during the upsurge of national participation in labor. We junior high school students all took vacation this year and returned to the village to participate in the summer harvest. I was assigned to the second group of the first team, and the group leader was Liu Fulu. Liu Fulu was the captain and team leader, so as soon as the meeting ended, I hurried to find Liu Fulu. Liu Fulu is in his 50s and not tall. It is not easy to find him in the bustling crowd. Fortunately, he had a very loud voice, and before he saw anyone, he was heard shouting: "People in the second group, gather under the jujube tree; People in the second group, gather under the jujube tree." Several people were already waiting under the tree. Liu Fulu sat upright on a big rock, holding a copy of "People's Daily" in his hand. He rolled his eyes from time to time to see who was coming.

Before it gets dark, Mai Ya'er has prepared a meal and laid it out on the table, causing Suizi to wrinkle her thin nose and jump up and down. Ma Ya'er said to her daughter, "Suizi, if you want to eat it, then try it first." Suizi blushed and said, "No, I want to eat with my parents, but Mom, the food you cook is really delicious." You eat it. I don't. Suizi said, I called daddy. I'd better go and shout, did you do your homework? Okay, then you play for a while, Ma Ya'er untied his waist and said, I'll be right back. Gao Liang was playing mahjong in the chess and card room. The chess and card room is located in the village chief's home. The village chief had many houses, so he donated the one near the road to serve as the village committee office. The office was divided into two and hung with a curtain. He bought two mahjong machines and placed them inside. Nothing happens on weekdays, but when the curtain is drawn, this place becomes a mahjong parlor.

The big-assed Heixiazi identified two characters, one was Sun Ziduo and the other was Cai Baozi. The grandson Duo is a single generation descendant. In order to make the Sun family prosperous, his parents placed their hope on him and named him Ziduo. The parents are also confused, but it is impeccable to have many children. The key is that they are associated with the Sun family, which is a bit nondescript. But Sun Tzu doesn't see it that way. He thinks that a name is just a title, equivalent to a label on a product. If you want to create a brand, in addition to having excellent products, the brand must be new and different. The fact that his parents could give him this name contains their ardent hope. Of course, having many grandchildren lived up to his parents' high expectations, and his wife also lived up to her expectations, giving birth to a boy and a girl at once. Of course, vegetable buns are not a staple food on the table, they are a person's nickname. The reason why he is called Cai Baozi is because his surname is Cai.

Huo Pin withdrew his gaze from Jixin Lake, his eyes feeling astringent and swollen. He turned his head to the side and rubbed it, and his vision suddenly became blurry. A man ran towards Huo Pin, but Huo Pin couldn't see clearly. In front of me is Accountant Liu. Huo Pinwen was so panicked, what happened? Accountant Liu wiped his sweat and said that Mayor Wu asked Huo Pin to hold a meeting. Huo Pin said he understood, but he didn't move and looked towards Jixin Lake again. The lake water has just melted and is glowing with cyan. Under the reflection of the lake water, the row of red houses on the shore is particularly dazzling. Accountant Liu said anxiously, Mayor Wu asked to go now. Huo Pin didn't answer, but looked at the scars on Accountant Liu's neck and asked, "Are you disappointed again?" Accountant Liu covered his neck and laughed, no longer urging. Huo Pin then walked back slowly. Huo Pin has been the village chief for more than 20 years. He has entered the township government gate countless times, but now he is quite worried about entering. I don't want to see Wu Shi.

Everything is still in the smoke of yesterday. The wind rumbled. I saw it, through the lead-colored skyline of the old house. Here too today! Needless to say, the meaning of "Taishun" must be "Kangtai and Smoothness", which immediately hits the mark of traditional culture. It is the core, most perfect and highest-level life expectation of our Chinese nation. Therefore, there are many people in the country called "Kang", "Tai", "Ping" and "Shun", but the best combination of "Tai + Shun" is uniquely held by Taishun County in Zhejiang.

When she was very young, Yuanyuan didn't know that there were people living behind the woods at Houchakou. She thought that there were also fields behind the woods. The woods were very large, wrapped in fields, and surrounded by acres of green fields, which looked flat and stretched out. She and her friends had never been there before. They would rather walk along the field ridge in an orderly manner, play all the way, walk for a while, and then change a path and walk back. The forest was too big and far away, so they did not dare to go. The first time Yuanyuan went to Houchakou, her aunt took her there. My aunt married in a neighboring village and was a relative of my mother's family. Because they were so close, she often came and went. Every time my aunt comes back, she brings some snacks to Yuanyuan and her brother. At the beginning of spring, my aunt came. As soon as she walked in, she said she was late and wanted to wish her well in the future. Mother welcomed aunt into the house, saying it was not too late, and if she didn't come in the first month, she would definitely come this month.

Xiu Duo was woken up by her dog crying. I don't know why Xiu Duo's dog barked tonight, but it sounded very special. It always sounded like a person crying, miserable, like a dead mother. There is a saying in Jinjiaping that as long as the dog of a house cries, that house will suffer a bloody disaster in the near future. This statement sounds really creepy, and no one wants to believe it, but many things have happened that people in Jinjiaping have to believe. When Xiu Duo heard the faint cry of her dog in her ears, Xiu Duo woke up suddenly. She had not heard the cry of a dog for many years. She still clearly remembered that twelve years ago, her mother's big dog cried once for three days in a row, making the whole village miserable.

The Great Wall meanders from Shanhaiguan in the east to the Taolin Pass in the north of Yongping Prefecture. A large river flows south across the pass canyon. This is the Qinglong River, a tributary of the Luanhe River, the largest river in eastern Hebei. Qinglong River was called Xuanshui in ancient times, and it was once the hometown of the Shanrong people. As the river flows to the foot of Caiyun Mountain, the water gradually slows down and the river surface becomes wider. The mountains and waters here are as beautiful as a picture screen. There are many stork nests among the winding branches and on the canopy, one after another, scattered high and low, and it is difficult to count... Many years later, someone came back from Guandong and said that when they stayed in a hotel outside the Guan, the owner and the proprietress of the store always inquired about Old Stork Bay intentionally or unintentionally after hearing his accent. Looking back now, the boss and his wife looked very much like Chun Wang and Miss Tan back then.

On the day of my father's death, I was convinced that the years in this world were long and cold, and I should go wandering with my bag on my back. No matter where in the world, the weather would be cloudy and windy, but I didn't. I followed my mother silently, with nothing to think about and nothing to think about, like the ever-changing cloud that swept from the top of Qinggang Peak to the sky above Bailianpu. My father loves his mother to the utmost, and she loves to eat crabs. Every year after autumn, he will go to the Bailian Reservoir to rummage for crabs.

Recently, Branch Secretary Kamu has been feeling very happy. Kamu's house has a telephone with a shiny red casing and a caller ID that flashes on and off. This is the first telephone in the village. Party Secretary Kamu has no reason to be unhappy or dissatisfied. The county implemented a telephone "every village" project. Although Pataopo was a bit remote, it had to be installed. The Kamu party secretary did not want to lag behind other villages, so he and his wife struggled for a few days to bring the three-year-old son at home to the market and sell it. The township government gave him a small subsidy before installing this telephone. The phone is wireless, and the technician said it's called a program-controlled phone. Party Secretary Kamu didn't understand it at all, but Party Secretary Kamu felt that wireless ones were better than wired ones. In the movie, Wang Cheng was carrying a wireless one.

Lao Meng'er, Lao Meng'er is not old, and looking like a mouse doesn't necessarily mean he is old, it's just a name. He loves to dream and dreams all the time, so that's why he got this name? Maybe. When I was seven or eight years old, I was sitting on the top of the mountain counting sheep and playing with the sheep herder. The sheep herder was bored. According to ancient times, there used to be a sheep herder in Bai'an. When Yang Po was going down the mountain, she heard someone on the mountain say: "Sleeping in this stone every day is killing me. I want to get out!" I kept hearing this nonsense for several days, and the sheepherder, no matter who it was, responded casually: If you are too frustrated, just come out. What are you waiting for? As soon as he finished speaking, there was a thunderous sound in the air, the cliff collapsed, and gravel fell like raindrops. He was so scared that he couldn't close his eyes. After a crackling sound for a while, he opened his eyes again. There was a golden light from the top of the cliff, like a golden mountain. There was an empty space on the mountainside, and a Buddha stood there, waving to him.

Chang Huaimin's heart is affected by all the big and small events in East Bay. On this day, Chang Huaimin missed dinner at the police station when he came back from the countryside. He cooked a package of instant noodles and ate it, then walked out of the station to take a walk and think about his thoughts. People from the mountains are moving out one after another, and the number of people in the village is becoming increasingly scarce, but there is no shortage of things like this or that. Just as he was thinking about it, a light flashed across the road and there was a roar. He could tell that it was a man riding a motorcycle passing by. Looking at the watch, it's already past ten o'clock in the evening. Who is still walking at night at this time? Looking at the direction, heading towards Wu'an Village, Chang Huaimin felt a little suspicious in his mind. When he returned to the office, he saw that everyone had gone to bed. He washed his feet and did not go to bed. He sat at his desk and felt as if there was something else. "Ding ding ding..." The phone in the duty room rang suddenly.

Bai'an is just an ordinary village on the Loess Plateau, not close to lakes or rivers. What is it called? Legend has it that in ancient times there was Jinyang Lake here, and Dayu controlled the water. Bai'an compiles village history. There are myths and village cadres in the book, which is called the mainstream. Idle people are a kind of small people. They cannot be published in books and are only passed down orally among the common people. I have selected one batch before, and this time I recorded the second batch. Fairy American young man Huo Qubing felt strange and asked his fiancée Huanhuan: Why does my expectant mother have an extra red square on her eyebrow? Also making fragrance and making snacks, what are you doing? Huanhuan's mother, Shuanying, is a barefoot doctor in Bai'an. She has been suffering from headaches for two days. She thinks this is not a real disease and wants to go to Haihua to find some relief for herself. --Haihua has been struggling with God recently.