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I was invisible in a crowd and had to scream loudly for people to see me. --Inscription. Wushuang sent his daughter Gao Jie to work as a servant in the Lin Mansion just in time for the war. First, the 27th Army, the 36th Army, and the 58th Army of the National Army began to be ordered to station in various places in Tianhe Town. For a long period of time, the National Army with loaded guns and live ammunition could be seen on the streets of Tianhe Town every day, and military vehicles loaded with ammunition could also be seen passing by. The arrival of these national troops is said to be to protect the Tianhe Coal Mine not far from Tianhe Town. At that time, this coal mine, which had been built in the late Qing Dynasty, was the largest coal mine in the south of the Yangtze River, and its output was almost half of the country's coal output. If it was occupied by the Japanese devils, it would undoubtedly make the Japanese devils even more powerful, so the Nationalist Government sent heavy troops to protect it.

Director Yao in the 21st century has desires. He likes the feeling of being respected and needed by the residents of Invisible Street, and we usually call this feeling "vanity." He seeks some kind of emotional satisfaction from a woman with whom he has a delicate relationship, which we always call "cheating." A person who has a strong sense of vanity, is emotionally cheating, is unfaithful to his family, and constantly pursues fame and fortune. This person is undoubtedly a "bad person." However, we have to admit that Director Yao is a good person. I even want to say that he is "Ma Tianming", a real, three-dimensional and complete Ma Tianming.

I need to make a difficult choice between the dumb uncle and the fool Sun Fu. One step will determine the next ten thousand steps. Looking back on the past, I always walked on an unfamiliar road with fear in my heart. The circles of loess blown up by the wind brought up the days I had experienced that seemed like a dream but not a dream, and loomed before my eyes. I know that I still have to go on. No matter where I come from, I will be a woman of flesh and blood standing between heaven and earth. A person who will continue to survive with his stupid husband and children... The trees were deserted today. On the bare tree trunks, the occasional rustling of leaves can be heard, which are the last few pieces of life left in the soil, struggling to burst out the fragile sound of life.

A young woman dressed like an Indian woman, carrying a wicker basket on her back, was walking on a small ridge in the field. The basket was filled with grass. The woman looked like an Indian, and she also looked like a person from Ali in Tibet. She can speak Indian and Tibetan. Behind her was a little spotted dog that looked about two years old. It had ears as strong as a hunting dog and short body hair, but it was by no means a Tibetan mastiff type dog with long hair, a big head and a big body. The dog is very smart. People in the town like this dog and call it "Prophet". Last year, the family's cows were killed by bandits in the wild. The little flower dog kept barking, biting the hem of the male owner's robe, and took the male owner to the scene where the bandits had killed the cows. Of course, the case was not solved, but the man knew what was going on. A breeze blew, and the little flower dog sniffed it and suddenly barked "woof". He bit the hem of the young woman's skirt and refused to let her go, so the young woman had to stop.

Wei Tianliang stared at the ceiling, half-opening his square crocodile mouth, listening to Lin Huiying read the script. The doctor stipulates that each session should not exceed twenty minutes. But every time Lin Huiying wanted to close the script, Wei Tianliang's hands spread out on the quilt would move violently. Lin Huiying had to read another paragraph. Many days later, after reading the script, Wei Tianliang closed his eyes and took a nap quietly. After waking up, he motioned Lin Huiying to bring the script closer to him. Little by little, he moved his finger to his name, which was ranked first among the three names on the screenwriter's list. He raised a finger and wanted to scratch it but couldn't control it. Lin Huiying suddenly realized that she quickly took out a pen from her bag and crossed out the words "Danger Tianliang", leaving only the name of director Chen Zhihe. Wei Tianliang has repeatedly said before that as long as "Old Jade Ring" can be filmed and broadcast, it will be fine. He will never sign his name. He does not want people to think that it is his son who is setting a monument for his parents. In addition, if there are royalties, no matter how much, they will be donated to Qinqin's school. The filming and broadcast of "Old Jade Ring" went smoothly. The screenwriter only signed Wei Tianliang's name in a black box.

Liao Baimu walked heavily towards the school gate for a few steps. The detective caught up with him and said in a low voice: "Teacher Liao, I have another idea about what you just said. I have carefully read the material you wrote for the Tadong Branch Public Security Department and what the lady wrote in order to handle the case. Damn, those people, for... That, they will do anything to hurt them, they are all colleagues, so I won't say anything." Based on the circumstances explained by the two of you, I personally think that it might be prostitution. Do you think this is a good idea? You can ask the school to file a complaint with the Municipal Public Security Bureau and request a reclassification of the incident. I will be responsible for going to the bureau to find the director. You are a person who has contributed to the detection of major serial murder cases, and there is indeed something to be said about the punishment. In my opinion, there is a chance of overturning it. "

Li Mu was stuck in the factory until it was completely dark. Countless rain pillars hit everything on the ground, and the sound they made was terrifying. In an instant, the uneven ground turned into water, and all exposed objects were washed away by the rain without explanation. Really unable to wait any longer, Li Mu grabbed a piece of torn plastic sheeting from the corner, put his hands on his head, and rushed into the rain, one step at a time and one step at a time, and rushed home. About half an hour later, Li Mu walked into the factory's courtyard. Due to the relocation of the factory a few years ago, this dilapidated courtyard where more than a dozen families lived was left behind, about five or six miles away from the factory. Li Mu noticed from afar that there was no light at home, and he suddenly became confused. As he was walking, he suddenly heard his son's voice calling him. When he turned around, he saw his son Xiaosong sticking his head out from his neighbor Dachui's house and waving to him.

Wang Huaiyu was born in 1967. Graduated from the Chinese Department of Northeast Normal University in 1989. He studied in the second advanced seminar class of Lu Xun Institute of Literature. Began writing novels in 1988. He has published novels in "Writer", "October", "Zhongshan", "Mountain Flower", "Beijing Literature" and other magazines. So far, he has published six novels, including "Drifting Across the City", "The King on Horseback", "Everything Is Not as Promised", and short story collections "Family Epidemic", "Urban Pigeons", "What Can We Do", "The Art of Living" and "Everyone Thinks Good Things". He has published and created more than three million words of various literary works. His novels have won awards such as the "Jilin Provincial Government Changbai Mountain Literary Award" and "Jilin Literature Award", and have been selected for many times by "Novel Monthly", "Selected Novels", "Xinhua Digest", "Chinese Literature Selections", "Beijing Literature·Novelette Monthly", etc. Many works have been selected into the annual novel rankings and selected editions. The short story "What Happened in the Park" has been selected into the reading textbook for college students, and other works have been translated into English, French and other languages ​​and introduced abroad. Member of the Chinese Writers Association, member of the National Committee of the Jilin Provincial Writers Association, and vice chairman of the Changchun Writers Association. Currently working at the Jilin Provincial Art Research Institute as editor and reviewer. Looking at the familiar wheat stack and smelling the unique rotten smell of the mixture of dry straw and soil at the bottom of the stack, the rooster stretched out his legs a few times and flapped his wings a few times. After taking one last look at the once happy home, he permanently closed his already wrinkled eyes.

This so-called princess is a colleague I met more than ten years ago. Specifically, it was in 2001. In October of that year, I applied from the production line to work in the government office. There were four people in a department, a director, a secretary, a file clerk, and a clerk, that was me. On the first day of work, Director Wan took me to the big office and introduced me one by one. This is secretary Dongdong Bao, a talented student of Northeastern University; this is archivist Xiaofeng, a graduate of Heijinshan Party School. I bowed down politely. Although the unit was not big, these two people had met before and knew each other, but they had no contact with each other. Dongdong Bao is a man, about the same age as me, in his mid-twenties, tall and thin, and shakes hands to express welcome.

In the early years of the Republic of China, in the mountainous areas at the junction of Henan and Shaanxi, a large flag with the word "fan" suddenly erected among the Hakka people who were complaining of hunger and cold. A peasant armed force shot into the sky like a raging fire, lighting up the area around Banjiu City and dealing a heavy blow to the warlords and bandits. The leader of this armed team was a farmer. He was named the commander-in-chief of the "Jianguo Henan Army" by Sun Yat-sen and was known as the "King of Justice." His legendary experience is still regarded as a magical dream and a historical mystery... In 1913, in Jindou, Henan - Luochuan, Shaanxi, the "clients" endured panic and hunger, and jumped from the ice cave to the cold cave with luck and worry. They still cried out in the cold, suffered injustice and humiliation, and trembled and struggled in this cold and dark world...

Yang Xiao knew clearly in his heart that this would happen sooner or later. Today, it's finally here. Because Yang Xiaozai was prepared in his heart, he was not shocked or unable to accept it. When Yang Xiao was packing up her personal belongings in the table and drawers, although she still felt a little upset and uncomfortable in her heart, she suppressed them all. On the surface it is quite calm and natural. After packing up, he handed the door key to Zhang Dianquan, assistant to the general manager, and handed it over briefly. She smiled and said: "Okay, another group of us have been 'liberated', and only a few of you are left to 'resist' with difficulty!" Zhang Dianquan smiled numbly. Nothing was said. Yang Xiaozai doesn't have many personal belongings. Two large plastic bags are enough. Yang Xiaozai came down from the second floor carrying two large plastic bags.

Germany. Ludwigsburg. The "First East-West Seminar Conference on Promotion of Excellent Achievements in Patented Inventions in the World" is being held. At the meeting, a scholar with black hair and yellow skin took over the glittering gold trophy and certificate from the hands of the organizer amidst the overwhelming applause of the attendees. This scholar is Zhao Chengwen, a professor at the China Criminal Police College. In addition to the titles of Director of the China Criminal Science Institute and Director of the Scientific Research Division of the China Criminal Police Academy, Zhao Chengwen also has several nicknames given to him: "Chinese Hunter", "Police Weird", "Scholar Detective", and "Technology Magic Pen". In late April 2002, Zhao Chengwen performed another pioneering work that shocked the country and abroad: he used his "secret weapon" to "resurrection" the wife of the Prime Minister of Changsha in the Western Han Dynasty 2,200 years ago, and took a "jade photo", which became the news of domestic and foreign media and the Internet.

My father said, make me a cup of tea, and I will tell you about the past and present today. We people here call storytelling ancient and modern. Father said, this ancient and modern thing was said by your third grandfather. There is nothing to do today, and if you are idle, you will be idle, so he will tell us about this past and present. Third Grandpa was the captain of the team and was very eloquent. I heard him say that Third Sister Yang complained. It has been almost thirty years since my third grandfather passed away. My father said that when this happened, he had just come into the world.

When the train crossed the Tanggula Mountain Pass, I suddenly realized, could I just leave like this? The excitement in the carriage made me want to cry. Most of them were tourists, chirping and exchanging their experiences and feelings in Tibet: Your string of dzi beads is too expensive; I should buy a few more bags of fried highland barley in supermarket bags, which are cheap and easy to carry; the shopping mall where their tour guide took them was too dark, and they spent thousands of dollars to buy a small box of saffron... The complaints and complaints were mixed with bursts of sharp and happy laughter. My tears could no longer be controlled. The first time I took a train on the Qinghai-Tibet Railway, it was like leaving forever! I can't describe my mood at this moment, sadness or nostalgia? Neither seems accurate. I remember seeing one of the most famous painters in Tibet saying in an interview on TV that people will unknowingly take root in Tibet, only to realize that they have to uproot themselves when they are about to leave.

His father is divorced, but his whole body and mind are stuck in that war-torn era. Whether it is his comrades who have sacrificed or are still alive, he is worried about them. He often sleeps until midnight, suddenly turns over and sits up, and calls out the name of a certain comrade. At this time, his bodyguard Xiao Wuzi entered his life again, so his retired father was activated again. His father's son finally understood his father and decided to write a big book for him. One night, my father had a dream, and he dreamed of Xiao Dezi again. Xiao Dezi was still dressed as before, with two grenades in his waist, a gun in his hand, and the ghost-headed sword on his back. The red silk on the handle was still so bright, fluttering in the wind.

As I was about to get off work on Wednesday evening, my phone rang. Is it Cheng Gang? It's me, Uncle Guo, is something wrong? This Sunday you bring your children back and have a wedding banquet. Uncle Guo couldn't suppress the excitement in his tone. I asked: Uncle Guo, what a good thing, do you want to buy me a drink? I gave birth to a son! Ah? ... You must come back! Uncle Guo was still talking loudly. I said "hmm" and didn't listen to the rest of the words at all.

Zhang Xiaotian: Honorary Chairman of Jilin Federation of Literary and Art Circles, first-class writer. Representative to the 16th and 17th National Congress of the Communist Party of China; member of the Decision-making Advisory Committee of the Jilin Provincial Committee of the Communist Party of China; provincial labor model, outstanding expert and senior expert in provincial management for four consecutive terms; enjoys special allowances from the State Council; in 2005, was awarded the title of outstanding film artist by the country; is a direct contact management expert of the Organization Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China. In 2009, he was awarded the honorable title of "Proud Figure of Jilin" in the selection held in Jilin Province to celebrate the 60th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China. So far, 15 novels, 18 collections of novels, scripts, and essays have been published, and 20 volumes of "Collected Works of Zhang Xiaotian" have been published. The total amount of created text is more than 18 million words. His film and television works such as "The Founding Ceremony" and "Chongqing Negotiations" have won many awards at home and abroad; his novella "The Day and Night of the Former Municipal Party Committee Secretary" won the 4th National Outstanding Novella Award;

A few days ago, something strange happened in my hometown. Although it was purely an accident, accidents are inevitable. July Fire "It's so hot today!" On this day, Jiang Dapeng, who had gone out early in the morning, was forced to sweat on his forehead by the heat. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked to the courtyard gate complaining. "Uncle, get in the car. It's cool in the car." There was a Wuling van parked at the entrance of the courtyard. Jiang Dapeng's nephew Nao Dan jumped out of the car, opened the passenger door and let his uncle get in. "Uncle, where are you going today?" Jiang Dapeng said, pretending to be unhappy: "You are not allowed to call me uncle at work, call the factory director. How many times have I told you, why are you so deaf?" "Hehe, you are not in the factory." "Nonsense, you are touching the car. Just go to work." "It's the factory director, where are you going today?" Jiang Dapeng leaned on the seat and said happily: "Where else can I go to the city to go to the Land and Resources Bureau? Yesterday, the land certificate was finally processed and asked to pick it up today."

Just like Cambridge in the UK is located in the beautiful countryside, Jishan University, which teaches farming in the hinterland of Qinchuan, is also built next to a small town far away from the city. Walking around the school wall, you can see the scattered cottages and crops on both sides of the Wei River. On an evening in late spring when the rain had passed and the sky was clear and the vegetation was fresh, Dr. Jin Mengtian walked out of the school gate and went for a walk in the fields. He saw a little boy, half of his body turned into a clay monkey, lying beside a thin path between rows of wheat fields. The boy used a thin stick to carefully dig out a labyrinth-like circle on the ground. He then caught a small insect and placed it at the entrance. He teased it with a piece of grass in front and poked the behind with a grass stick, quickly leading the small insect into the maze.

When Ma Yuan locked the courtyard door, Ma Sha barked twice in the courtyard. Ma Yuan smiled, this guy started to express his dissatisfaction. Ma Yuan sat in the large office, patting the orange leather sofa, as if he was sitting in an orange dream. The house is still the same house, but the things in the rooms have changed and are completely different from a year ago. Peng Daming, the office director, stood in front of him with a smile on his face and his ears splayed. Ma Yuan only met Peng Daming once in a year, and that was seven or eight months ago. Ma Yuan took Ma Sha for a walk in the Jincheng Market. He passed by a toy store and bought Ma Sha a small pink ball. Then he taught Ma Sha how to practice catching objects in the air. The popular name for this move is "Nine Heavens Holding the Moon."

No one cared when Liu Shishi left the classroom. Everyone is quietly doing late repairs. Under the bright white energy-saving lamps, there are 36 tables and chairs. Each small table is piled with a thick stack of books, and sometimes there are regular items such as pen holders, water cups, and small tea cans. The space left is only enough for a head. The drawers are also overflowing with books and stationery. The classroom is large, which seems a bit spacious for a small class of only 36 people. There is a cabinet air conditioner at the front and rear. It is March now and the air conditioner has not yet come in handy. There are several inspirational posts written in regular script symmetrically hung on the left and right walls - "Don't ask about hard work, but ask about harvest, God will reward those who work hard." "Dripping water cuts through stone and the college entrance examination is like a song. There should be no regrets in the years. It's time to ride the wind and waves to show your talents and win the Toad Palace." "Before creating things, you must first create people."

It was already the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month when folklore professor Miao Zekuan rolled into Baziying like snowflakes. For those who have just returned to their hometown after the Spring Festival, the tone of greetings from Baziying people is more or less indifferent. The twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month is when the Kitchen King ascends to heaven. When the Kitchen King went to heaven, he had counted the population of each family, and when praying, each family also prayed for peace for those outside. In the eyes of Baziying people, Miaozekuan, who returned to his hometown after the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, is like a sunflower popping up in a wheat field waiting for the sickle to fall. It would be a pity to cut it down, but standing alone without cutting it would not be so pleasing to the eye. It's also like a black spot suddenly appearing on the steamed bun that was carefully taken out of the cage during the Chinese New Year. If you dig it out, it will leave a pit on the steamed bun. If you don't dig it out, it will feel a bit annoying.

On New Year's Day, I called the old director's house. This has been a common practice for the past ten years. During the holidays, make a phone call as a courtesy and to express greetings. This was not the case ten years ago. Every Spring Festival, even though it was still a period of material shortage, the old director would always prepare trays of rare peanuts, persimmons, orchid beans and other New Year goods, waiting for us to reunite with him at his home as if we were returning to our parents' home. The old director said: "We are friends over the years and friends in times of adversity. We are not just one family, but we are better than one family." The Spring Festival at that time was really a grand festival. The New Year greetings are filled with touching family affection and friendship. We had New Year's dinner together at noon. Even though everyone didn't drink much, they drank too much without concealing it, and they had to get drunk. The only time I got drunk in my life was at my old director's house.

Chang'an, as people know it in later generations, is already a city that has little involvement in water transportation. In the memory of the Tang Dynasty, Chang'an was a majestic capital with a port for all nations to come to visit. Water and docks, as part of Chang'an, blend naturally and tacitly with the land of Chang'an. In the night, the tide crashed against the shore. The huge mast ship was bumping in the waves, almost turning into a wild horse that ran away. "The tide is like this, how come the boatman didn't notice it?" Xiaolong Xiaoba felt that the cold air penetrated into his scales. "This is not an ordinary tide, this is the result of the violent wind after Chang'an's barrier was broken." Chen Youjie said, already forming seals with his hands and starting to cast spells.

Many years later, Zhou Jianming still couldn't forget the cloud he saw in Linyi, a small town in southern Shandong Province at dusk. It was like a boy's ribs, skinny as wood, related to wings and flying, and it contained some kind of inspiration and guidance. To this day, he is still amazed by its indescribability and the unfathomable depth of the sky behind it. There seemed to be an invisible hand hidden between the sky and the clouds, full of irresistible power, guiding him back to the Normal University that he could not place in his memory. When the new students entered school, Fat San was assigned to the upper bunk near the window of Dormitory 416 in Meiyuan. Because they arrived late, the other two upper berths had already been taken over by two boys from the Northeast. Fat San was about to make the bed when Jian Ming walked in, grabbed Fat San's legs and said, "Can you change? I can't get used to the lower bunk." His tone was flat and penetrating.

Spring is late in the lonely empty garden. The deep corridor seems to have no end. The late spring scenery came into view, but it was a bit dim and desolate. The pear blossoms were withered all over the hillside, and the yard was covered with snow. Leaving her entourage behind, Deji walked along the corridor alone. I don't know how long I've been walking, time is lying there, and when I look up suddenly, it seems that I have walked from the end of fate to the end of time - where the light and dark overlap, there is a hazy back. She looked at the man, frowned slightly, and was startled. While he was wandering around, he suddenly heard a crisp sound in his ears. In the blink of an eye, I saw the bead curtains strung with crystals swaying in the wind under the eaves, like anxious and excited hearts, stirred up and down by the spring breeze. Across the half square of the sparkling pond, the woman in white slowly turned around and smiled suddenly, her clear and dignified smile passing over the pond as gentle as a breeze.

"The latest news from this station is to detect the Mariana Trench... The 'Lighthouse' project team... Is about to touch the bottom of the sea... The official spokesperson Dr. Mandela's previous statement... Continue to search for the possibility of new species... The last piece of land that has not been touched by humans... Wait and see..." The doctor's familiar and reassuring face flashed in the video of the press conference. The warm water in the bathtub has gone cold. Ning Ze opened his eyes and his eyes fell on his bright blue fish tail under the transparent water. The door outside the bathroom was still ringing, shaking the entire water. "Aze! Stop losing your temper. It's really time to go to the hospital... Let's go early and come back early. There's a cake waiting for you." Today is Ning Ze's 179th birthday. It has been 180 years since the shark came of age, and this will be his last birthday before he becomes an adult.

Dachun was sleeping soundly when suddenly his nostrils felt itchy and wrinkled, and he wanted to sneeze but couldn't. He reluctantly opened his eyelids and saw his wife, Xiaobai, looking at him with a smile. Xiaobai's face was a little blurry at first, but soon became clear. Only then did Dachun see Xiaobai holding a golden chicken feather between his fingers. Dachun grinned, it turned out that Xiaobai was teasing him. Xiaobai's smile is so beautiful. Dachun really wanted to turn over and press Xiaobai on the bed again, but Xiaobai was already fully dressed, and besides, the window paper was already translucent. He didn't know when Xiaobai got up. He exerted too much strength during the night, and even now, his flesh and bones are still weak. "Open your mouth!" Xiaobai bared his teeth, revealing a small tiger tooth. Dachun shook his head, but closed his mouth tighter. He stared at the chicken feathers in Xiaobai's hand, thinking, I won't be fooled by you. When Xiaobai saw that Dachun didn't open his mouth, he closed his mouth.

When Ding was fifteen years old, his father died in a car accident. At that time, Ding's child was preparing for the high school entrance examination. He wanted to take the high school entrance examination and then go to university. Wu Xiaoai stopped her and said, "Why don't you go to high school? You'd better hurry up and find a job." She asked Ding to apply for an electronics technical secondary school. After graduating from the technical secondary school in three years, he can immediately find a job and make money. Wu Xiaoai is Ding's mother. This woman who had always been carefree could not tell how deeply sad she was since her husband Ding Dahai died in a car accident, because when Ding Dahai was alive, they often quarreled, and every time they quarreled, she threatened Ding Dahai with divorce. Now that Ding Dahai is dead, there is no need to divorce the marriage, so Wu Xiaoai still looks the same as before, eating when she needs to and playing when she needs to. Wu Xiaoai has two hobbies, one is playing mahjong and the other is dancing.

Halfway through the twelfth lunar month, Tong Zhaofeng asked his wife Su Keke to take leave and stay at home for a few days. Su Keke said that she suddenly thought of Mrs. Liu, the old county magistrate's wife who likes to eat fish. Now she bargains with the fish sellers at the farmer's market every day, which makes the fish sellers think she is troublesome and are afraid of doing her business. Ten years ago, the bathtub in Mrs. Liu's home was used to raise fish all year round. The tench that the old county magistrate liked to eat and the wild crucian carp in the lake floated densely on the water for air. In the twelfth lunar month, the fish ponds in the countryside were cleared, and fish from seven villages and eight towns were delivered to her house, making the whole house smell fishy. Su Keke will take the initiative to help and help Mrs. Liu deal with the fish disaster. Mrs. Liu looked at Su Keke who was busy and said, "I don't know what to do without your help. I have to throw them all away. Throw them all away."

I get flustered when I see the sunset. Time is like a huge electric belt. Whoever transfers it to his name will hand over the day's harvest and send it back to his warehouse. I saw that the belt was filled with all kinds of things, but I got nothing, and there was nothing to my name. It's been four months since I left school, and I haven't found an internship unit yet. I know that some students have returned to school with signed contracts. They are just waiting to get their diplomas and then return to the internship unit and officially start working with full salary. I seemed to see sweat on their faces as they ran on the tree-less road outside the school gate. They must have gone to eat duck necks and drink beer. They went there when they were happy and also when they were unhappy. They gave almost half of their living expenses to the female owner of the duck neck shop who wore a nose ring. Although I attended school here for three years, I can say that this school is bullshit.

When Lin Haixu was mopping the floor, he found a small green plant under his bed. He climbed in and used a flashlight to identify it for a long time. It was a peach tree seedling. Lin Haixu was stunned for a while, climbed out, scooped out half a cup of water, and climbed in again. He watered the little peach tree carefully. When he came back, Lin Haixu was standing on the balcony looking at the sky. Why is the sky not empty? Lin Haixu asked Niao Niao this way, and Niao Niao gave him a sideways look, saying he was crazy! Hey, why haven't you made food yet? What are you looking at there again? Niao Niao first threw Kun Bao onto the sofa, and then threw herself onto the sofa. Worn out! This dead customer has never been so smart. Niao Niao, do you believe in miracles? Lin Haixu turned around with a serious expression. What's wrong with you?

Today is my twentieth birthday, but I can only celebrate it in the car. Principal Fan was drinking with some leaders, and it was almost twelve o'clock. I thought they might go to a sauna or something, and they might not be able to leave until three or four in the morning, so I just waited. I quickly ran to the cake shop on the corner and bought a small cake as big as my palm. I got back in the car and looked at the handsome face in the mirror. I whistled and regretted that I could not become a singer or a male model. He adjusted his facial muscles, said a gentle happy birthday to himself, then made a wish and blew out the candles in one breath. I am Principal Fan's full-time driver. I made three wishes, one of which is to wish Principal Fan good health and an early promotion.

After Zhang Zheng took the No. 1 Bus and got off at Qianmen Street Station, he looked at the 19-jewel Shanghai brand watch on his wrist and then strode towards the Quanjude Roast Duck Restaurant not far away. Zhang Zheng is the director of the Criminal Investigation Department of the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau. He is about 1.75 Meters tall, has a crew cut, and a beard. He walks with a graceful look. At first glance, he looks like a person who has practiced martial arts. Because there was a gathering of high school classmates today, and the dozen or so people present were all the backbone of the class. Some of the classmates had not seen each other for two or three years, so Zhang Zheng hurried over as soon as he finished the work at hand. Zhou Liping, the literary and art committee member who took the initiative to convene this class reunion, specifically told him when notifying Zhang Zheng on the phone: "You are the first person I invite. If you have time, we will make it today. If you don't have time, we will choose another day." Zhang Zheng replied: "If you have time, do you still have time to invite me? I'm kidding."

Jijiling, Happy Race City. Ma Chenggong is open. Send a young lady to bring it in. Which one do you want? I want Dongtou to be short. --Hometown nursery rhymes. There is a temple in front of the mountain in my hometown. It is very small and dilapidated. It is a simple temple built hastily with three bricks and two tiles. Some villagers said it was the Mountain Temple, some said it was the Earth Temple, and some said it was the Yaowang Temple and the Empress Temple. In short, due to the long history, it is impossible to study it in detail, and so far there are different opinions. The temple is small, but its supernatural power is huge. It is so big that devotees from far and near come to the temple in a bustling manner, burning incense and making wishes to cure diseases and ask for children... At the moment, it is even more prosperous than some shops in the city.

It started with an early period visit. Tong Yan teaches high school Chinese. She has two classes this morning. The first class is for Class 3. She is the teacher of Class 3. The students are well prepared and cooperate well. She is in a good mood. The classroom atmosphere is good and class is a pleasure. The second class was for Class 4. After ten minutes of class, she felt a heat in her lower body, and then there was a running feeling, flowing rapidly down both sides of her thighs. Tong Yan secretly shouted that the food was spoiled, and immediately made a few transitions, assigned students to do college entrance examination mock papers, then quickly left the classroom and headed straight to the dormitory. Tong Yan especially loves white in summer. Today, she is wearing tight white pants. She knows that without any protection, blood will leak out in an instant. She had caught a faint whiff of it.

It was around five o'clock, and Strategies got up at dawn. He was in a particularly high mood these days. He always felt that there were many things to do, many things that he could not finish, and many things that he was afraid of not doing well. He finished breakfast and watched the "Healthy Morning Bus" program on the TV station every morning while eating. After finishing the meal and watching TV, he got up and left the house. Instead of going directly to work, he walked towards the Beach Road. In order to exercise, he parked the car he had driven for several years and walked to and from get off work every day. When he reached the age of 40 or 50, his illness began to show up. He began to pay attention to his health and quit smoking after twenty years of smoking. Especially last year, after handling the funeral of a colleague in the agency, he felt that life was short and impermanent. That colleague was seven or eight years younger than him. The two of them were discussing drafting documents together the afternoon before, but they were gone the next day.

When Brigadier Gu Jiuhua came to see the principal, the principal instinctively felt that something bad was up to him. His right eye has been twitching for the past two days, which is not a good sign. Sure enough, Gu Jiuhua came when school was over, pulled him into his classroom, and told him about an explosive scandal: two teachers in the school, Yuan Chunmu and Liu Wenqing, were involved! The principal's open mouth didn't close for a long time, and it took him a long time to figure out what the captain said. After dinner last night, the uncle of the captain's youngest son Gu Dongzhi wanted to play military chess with him. However, he and his deskmate Dong Dayong were late to play chess on the road in the afternoon. The head teacher Yuan Chunmu made them stand at the door for a long time and handed over the chess in their schoolbags before letting them sit down. Yuan Chunmu threw the chess piece into the drawer of the podium.

Dabao and Zhong Hairen are good friends. They have a close relationship since they were young. They share a bun and popsicles, commonly known as "a pair of oil and salt jars". The relationship between the two only became intense after they entered junior high school. In primary school for six years, we were in the same class but in different groups. Although we were familiar with each other, we rarely interacted with them. Primary schools in the county have a fixed source of students, and students mainly come from three types of families. One category is the children of government cadres, one category is handicraft and small business families, and the other category is agricultural households. The county seat is an ancient city with a history of more than 400 years and a very well-organized layout. The old government office was located in the center of the county. After liberation, it was renamed the county government (also called the county People's Committee), and the locals still used to call it "Yamen Gate". Of course the yamen gate is very grand and solemn. The front door is tall and made entirely of blue bricks. The two large doors are covered with iron sheets, and round iron nails the size of thumbs are densely protruding from the iron sheets. The iron sheets and nails are very old.

The day of Zhang Zhongmou's accident was the Jingzhe, one of the more eye-catching solar terms among the twenty-four solar terms. A sound of thunder startled Zhe! Usually on March 5th or 6th every year, the temperature rises quickly at this time, and spring thunder gradually begins to stir. Jingzhe refers to small animals that have burrowed into the soil to overwinter and come out to move after being awakened by thunder. On that day, Zhang Zhongmou put the signs of life dormant forever, and wanting to move around became a luxury. Geng Xiaoyu was also struck by lightning that day and was puzzled. Zhang Zhongmou could predict the changes in solar terms, so why couldn't he perceive the impermanence of life? He is such a sharp person. In Zhang Zhongmou's mourning hall, Geng Xiaoyu told us with sobs. Geng Xiaoyu is Zhang Zhongmou's wife.

As a descendant of politicians, Zong Sunan retained the habit of watching "Xinwen Lianbo". If he is a cultural businessman, he was attracted by a piece of news in the local news after "Lianbo". This news seems to be one of a series of reports. The picture shows a group of people lining up to put banknotes ranging from five yuan to ten yuan into a donation box. The scene is very similar to donating money for education or because a lovely child is suffering from an incurable disease, but his family is extremely difficult, so everyone raises funds to show their love. However, the theme of this news is not that. The commentary said that even laid-off workers were mobilized. They used their meager laid-off allowances to support the upcoming bidding event for "The Fall of Zhang Ye" in Beijing.

Shimileling, which has been inhabited for hundreds of years, cannot be inhabited anymore. The reason why it cannot be inhabited is not that it lacks the atmosphere for people to live here. During the day, the mountains are gloomy and gloomy. At night, in the dark village, there are two families facing each other, which is so monotonous that I feel nervous. Whose family has moved from the ridge of the front mountain to the group down the mountain. There are only two households on our ridge, and the ones with no water or electricity are still holding on. The people at the bottom of the mountain are laughing at us. We are not incompetent people, so we should move. There used to be more than a dozen families on the ridge, but later they all moved away, leaving only two families, one from Laiyu and the other from Deku. Finally one day, Yu and Deku had a quarrel. The two families stopped visiting each other, and even the children stopped talking. The two families on the mountain don't often talk together. The mountain is getting darker and darker, so dark that it makes people feel depressed.

I think of Mapo because of that winter return home. My father told me that Mabo's parents knew that I was back. Marble and I have been good friends since childhood. They gave me some time to persuade Marble. The father's palms slowly rotated two green fitness balls. Ma Bo and I are classmates. Ma Bo's grades in high school were very good, similar to mine. They were both top students in factory schools. Later, I was admitted to Yangzhou University and stayed at the university as a full-time counselor after graduation. Ma Bo was admitted to the Normal University in the provincial capital. After graduation, he returned to Liaocheng and became a middle school history teacher. In addition to preparing and attending classes every day, Ma Bo also plays online games and dives into old papers about the history of the Republic of China. He clamored to take the postgraduate entrance examination, but his parents stopped him. Ma Bo's parents were ordinary workers and both were laid off in the mid-1990s. My father drives a taxi and my mother works as a maid in a hotel. Later, my mother also got asthma. The family relied on Mabo's steady salary.

The steepness of this sultry summer was beyond my expectation, just as unexpected as Ma Xiaojian telling me that she had gone through the formalities. What does that feel like? Just like a flower that has been in bud for a long time and finally unfolded all its petals, but before it had time to enjoy the sunshine and rain, it suddenly withered. Just like a marathon, you run with excitement and you think the championship will be yours, but suddenly you are stopped and disqualified. Just like when you fill up the gas and prepare to step on it and fly 120 yards across the dangerous reefs, you find that there is a cliff in front of you. Oh my! This bloated summer is really not interesting enough. Ma Xiaojian said, did you hear what I said? Of course I didn't hear it. I am a serious person and I concentrate on everything I do.

Xu Mingliang is in his fifties, short, thin, with wrinkles on his face and a bit bald. It was a hot day, and when he felt anxious, his blood pressure shot up. His feet felt as if they were soft, and a red mist appeared in front of his eyes. Mu Tuo didn't have any discernment, so he just asked with a straight face: "Master, what should we do? The tickets are sold out, should we perform on the weekend or not?" "Perform! Come to a special performance of Mu Tuo!" Xu Mingliang was annoyed. Mu Tuo held a mop, said "Ah" and lowered his head. In the dilapidated Guangming Bookstore, there is no hint of Guangming at all. Tables and chairs are scattered here and there, and stools are scattered here and there. During the weekend night performances, the lights were covered, the laughter was covered, and there was still a lot of warmth. Now it was so late in the afternoon, and all the old and worn-out clothes were exposed without shame.

On the day Ham was born, the first thing that came out of his mother's womb was not his head, but one of his legs. The midwife panicked. For midwives, this is what they fear most. Her face was livid, and Ham's father, who was also livid, stood in the yard muttering for a long time. Between adults and children, they chose to protect their children. Ham killed his mother when he was born. Everyone in the village said so, Ham was an unlucky man. Ham's father didn't think so. He feels that everyone's life and death are destined by God. Even if it was a decision he made by himself, it was in compliance with God's will. Every time he went to the cemetery to visit Ham's mother, he would squat next to the cemetery and say to himself: Please bless our Ham to grow up safely. No matter how patient you are, wait for me in heaven for a few years. When I bring Ham up, I will go there to find you.

The table Jiang Hanwei chose was in the middle of the night market. In this way, no matter what direction there is, it will not be too far away, making it easy to observe. Xieqin Ma Hualong and Lu Xiangbiao sat on his left and right respectively. Gradually, he noticed the man two tables away. There were several plates of night market dishes on the man's table, which were barely touched, and a packet of soft Chinese noodles was thrown on the table. A nearly empty beer bottle stood on the edge of the table. The man looked bored, as if waiting for something. His eyes, which were a bit dull from drinking, followed the passing woman for a long distance without blinking. Sure enough, not long after, he finally made the move and inserted the empty beer bottle, mouth down, into the hole in the middle of the leisure table used for parasols. Jiang Hanwei felt excited, his heart was beating powerfully, and he was full of encouragement before taking action.

The first time I crossed the other side, I carried my family on my back. After dark that day, our old sheepherder from Nanzhuang, Wang Haode, went to the other side to look for a stray sheep. When he was in the cooperative, he was the custodian of the team and also worked as a breeder. After the production responsibility system was implemented, the team gave him a few goats. Based on his experience, he made two sheep give birth to two, and two sheep gave birth to three, and the flock gradually became larger. After he started his own business, he became the current sheepherder. Recently, my father asked me to herd the two sheep at home with his flock. He has many sheep and my sheep are few. I helped him drive the sheep several times. My diligence earned him his love for me. When I wanted to cross the other side with him, , he asked me: "Are you afraid?" I answered bravely: "No!" He added: "I'm not asking you if you're afraid of people on the other side, I'm asking if you're afraid of ghosts?" My heartbeat was pounding, and I said I'm not afraid, obviously not as tough as before.

In official documents, there is generally no such term as northern Yunnan. There is a theory of northeastern Yunnan and northwest Yunnan. Because Sichuan and Yunnan are bounded by the Jinsha River, and the Jinsha River turns into a large bay near the 29th degree north latitude, forming a V shape, northern Yunnan suddenly became southern Sichuan. However, the indigenous residents in other counties in Chuxiong, such as Yongren, Yuanmou, Dayao and the northwest area of ​​Zhaotong, consider themselves Northern Yunnanese. When someone goes out to do something, others ask: Where do you come from? Promise to northern Yunnan. There is a bit of anger in the pride - others don't know about northern Yunnan. If we only look at the map of Yunnan, their hometown is really in the north of Yunnan. People's anger is not unreasonable. 2. Crops Northern Yunnan belongs to mountainous areas. The mountains are very irregular, with directions going in all directions, majestically surrounding small dams.

"The Supplement to the Qing Dynasty Code" says: A son rebels against his father's orders and is rebellious. The father punishes his son and obeys the will of God, which is the great way. There is no longer a mule and horse market. In the early years, the mule and horse market was more lively than during festivals. Sandongqiao Village is a large settlement with more than 300 households. Although the houses in the village are all pointed-roofed, the chimneys are all unique and red. They are all made of red slates from Liangquan Mountain to the east of the village. The village chief, also called the clan chief, is Liu Hongjia, a big landowner in the village. Liu Hongjia is a kind-hearted landlord and a gentleman. He studied at Fan Xueqi's private school in Jiangbei for six years, and later studied at the National High School for two years. He was originally supposed to work as a clerk in the county government office, but his family had a lot of land and his father was old, so he went home to take charge of the affairs.