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The Beijing "Growth Cup" foreign language competition awards ceremony for middle school students ended with a burst of cheerful music. The first prize winner Liu Jingsheng was surrounded by several reporters before he left his seat. Fortunately, she has won many awards in city and district competitions in the past few years, and of course she has encountered situations where reporters surrounded people many times. Although she cannot be as calm and smooth as some celebrities in front of reporters, she does not panic or stutter. A reporter who is familiar with her said that not only has her knowledge level improved, but her ability to adapt has also increased. Liu Jingsheng's mother was already waiting at the door with flowers in her hands. As soon as Liu Jingsheng went out, she happily came forward to greet her, hugged her daughter and kissed him. Also coming with Big Fat were Aunt Sun, sister Chen Kaiyang, whom Liu Jingsheng was familiar with, and her good friend Chen Beiyang.

A company under the Technology Development Agency of the U. S. Department of Defense: Chinese scientist Fu Dongmin, a senior engineer at the company, is experimenting with a weapon that can exceed the speed of light by at least 100 times. This kind of weapon will make all the research in the United States go to waste, because if you want to attack the target, you will perish as soon as you press the button; you attack at the speed of light, and it counterattacks at super-light speed, and you don't even have time to react. However, Fu Dongmin was arrested on charges of espionage leakage. Take Agent Cook's words: Because he is Chinese.

There are many stories about people living by the lake. After the Manchu period, there are grievances and grievances, but before the Manchu period, the grievances are unresolved, there are mistakes and right and wrong, but it is nothing more than a pot of brown sugar poached eggs. What happened on the shore of Po Lake? After loading the last cart of cotton stalks, the sun had gone down for a long time. Manzi, who was Youyi's rival, drove the ox cart to the road and suddenly said: "You can drive back all at once. I'll finish planting the half of the wheat that was left behind." Manzi, who had returned from high school the summer before last, had become a big black guy in the blink of an eye, just like the people of his age. Because his skin is dark, his eyes are as bright as two lamps. Under the fluffy beard, his teeth were as white as jade, and his voice had become older, sounding like a duck croaking.

Cuiyi married into the Liu family holding a copper box. It was just an ordinary copper box with nothing in it. But Cuiyi had nothing but the box, and she didn't even have a decent dowry, so she was very shabby. The people of Liu Town were surprised by the marriage between the Pu and Liu families. When the Pu family was prosperous, a marriage between the two families would be the icing on the cake, but now that the Pu family has fallen, the Liu family is at its peak. It didn't matter that Cui Yi married into the Liu family as a concubine to fill a house, but she was still the eldest mistress that Ming Media was marrying, which puzzled the people of Liu Town even more. Especially the copper box that Cui Yi held as a treasure in her arms, the people of Liuzhen couldn't even guess why it was a treasure. Half a month ago, my mother, Mrs. Lou, came to Cuiyi Boudoir holding the copper box. Cui Yi called out to her mother and moved the chair for her mother to sit on.

Yang Tianming took the call from the director and exclaimed excitedly: Great. Then, he leaned back on the back of the swivel chair and swayed happily. His body was floating and his heart was floating. It felt great. The bell rang for the end of get off work, and Yang Tianming was still immersed in the feeling of elation. Yang Tianming walked out of the office. The corridor was silent. Everyone in the work unit has left work. The car is waiting in front of the corridor door. Yang Tianming got in the car. Sitting in the car, Yang Tian looked clearly at ease. The car drove for more than ten minutes and stopped in front of the door of the residential building. Just get off the bus without saying goodbye to the driver. Everything is as natural as flowing clouds and flowing water. Some people say that the driver is the leader's domestic slave, that's probably true. I just can't tell the truth.

A Tibetan knife modified from a bayonet, one elbow long, like an ice pick, shining with cold light, it looks very delicate, as if it has been made with a lot of effort. When you bought that knife, I was sleeping in my balcony greenhouse. When I woke up, you were already standing in front of me. Like a victorious hero, you proudly and proudly held the shining knife in front of me, narrowed your eyes, and said with a smile, I finally have a good knife. I nodded and said nothing because I wasn't completely awake yet. After a few minutes, you added, "I bought a knife. Look, it's beautiful, isn't it? But I don't know what it is used for." I rubbed my sleepy eyes and threw it to you casually, "It's for eating meat." You chuckled, nodded repeatedly, hung the knife solemnly on your waist, and patted it.

We are all driven to the beach by the same wave, he said. I ignored him and continued to push the Volvo into the tamarisk forest. It wasn't until the car traveled another four or five meters that I walked out of the forest and looked for the car in the moonlight. Through the messy and ferocious tamarisk branches, the dark roof of the car is as eye-catching as the sea behind it, glowing with a ghostly light. Why didn't you think that commercial vehicles are too big to hide? I'm a little annoyed. Picking up the dead branches that fell by the roadside, I walked into the forest again. The night is quiet, and the sea breeze passes through the gaps in the branches, like an old man sighing for a soul unwilling to disappear. And if I don't hide it well, I will be the soul that is unwilling to disappear, no matter how unwilling I am. "Crack, click, click", there was a slight cracking sound, and the car immediately sank little by little. I squatted down to check. There were many shells scattered in the forest. The wheels were crushing the shells and sinking them deeply into the soft tidal flats.

The fate of sheep, the fate of humans, killing and protecting lives are choices that everyone cannot avoid. Yi Guoci was walking on the way to Kushui Temple. Summer hasn't started yet, but that doesn't mean the weather isn't hot. It's still late spring, and the weather suddenly gets hotter. Viewed from a distance, the provincial highway leading to Kushui Town looks like a piece of discarded pig intestine, a mess, as if crawling with flies. If you look closely, the squirming flies are vehicles carrying goods of various colors, as well as various people in a hurry. There are three-wheeled carts, four-wheeled carts, and even eight-wheeled carts, and of course there are donkey-harnessed carts that are common in northern Anhui. There are only three types of people: men and women, and the rest are monks. At this time, monk Guo Ci was wearing a bamboo hat and apricot-yellow monk clothes, dragging his somewhat tired steps, and trudged firmly in the direction of Kushui Temple.

1918, Peking, Tingxue Tower. The boiling water roared on the stove, probably because the spout of the teapot was too long. The roaring sound shuttled through the thick copper pipe, and when it came out it was uncontrollable and extremely sharp. The waiter was busy waiting in the hall, and the sweat towel on his shoulders was very wet. When he heard the complaints from the guests in the teahouse, he stamped his feet and hurriedly ran to the entrance of the restaurant. He picked up the teapot and turned around, and the tea splashed out into someone's tea bowl without spilling at all. The whole audience immediately cheered. This is the most time-honored teahouse in Peiping, with an elegant name - Tingxue Tower.

It started to snow last night. They seem to have a kind heart and wait until people are asleep before taking action. So the next day, when people opened the door, the world's white snow gave them an unspeakable surprise. "Age, what's the matter? There's such a heavy snow!" As soon as Jiecheng opened the door, he was hugged tightly by the surprise that Bai Xue brought him. Because he is the leader of Luoyan Mountain, his reputation is greater than the wind there, not only blowing through several valleys, but even blowing to cities further away. Because farmers who rarely get customers come, game restaurants in the city often come to him to get game from the mountains. So what he looks forward to most is snow. Only when it snows can he go into the mountains to catch more wild animals. So the heavy snow all over the mountain is his wealth and the sweet smile that comes from his heart.

The days are short in winter. As soon as the sun sinks behind the gangue mountain, night embraces the earth. There is wind, blowing whistlingly. The blow hits the face and hands, as if cut by a knife. Li Baozhu put on a cotton felt hat, gloves, and a flashlight and started the first inspection of the night shift. It was said to be an inspection, but it was actually a walk around the walls of the woodyard and turned on the incandescent lights in every corner. The lights suddenly brightened, and the night suddenly shrunk a lot. Today, although mechanized support has been implemented underground in coal mines, there are single hydraulic props for advance support and shielded hydraulic supports for stope support. However, pit wood is indispensable for coal tunnel excavation, installation and disassembly of swing frames at the working face, pit wood for advance support when the roof of the mining working face is broken, and pit wood for the construction of dampers in the ventilation adjustment system. The pit wood site is between the Liujiatun Coal Mine and Liujiatun Village.

There is no light, no light can be seen. The darkness outside the city is real darkness. The dark wind, the dark road, the dark wilderness and us. Like a bunch of rats in the wild, no, the rats are still free. We are imprisoned rats, juggling in the streets during the day. But there is still joy in juggling. We must kneel down and face the world. No matter how bright the sun is, it cannot shine on our hearts. We beg for a lot of money, fill other people's pockets, and turn it into mansions, cars, women, and dogs. We were cold, hungry, dirty, sick, and were always beaten, scolded, and even injured, maimed, or even killed. Are the stars twinkling all over the sky? The moons in the wilderness are always cold, and they only add to the darkness. Father Zhang chased us away like a chicken, and the small sheds in the suburbs were endlessly far away.

Zhang Chenglong became a part of the financial sector because of his father Zhang Yinming's wishful thinking and his son Jackie Chan's wish. The clues can be seen from the impressive name "Jackie Chan". Originally, Zhang Chenglong's ambition was to go to an academy of fine arts and become a painter, but when he was filling in his application for the college entrance examination, the strong and unreasonable Zhang Yinming forced him to apply for a university of finance and economics, and even specified that his major was finance. Zhang Chenglong, who had cried a lot, had no choice but to obey his father's orders and go to the University of Finance and Economics with his father's dream of a successful son. Four years passed in the blink of an eye. Zhang Chenglong, who had settled down to study, decided to take the postgraduate examination. However, his father's instructions came again, saying that the Agricultural Bank of China was recruiting fresh college graduates and asked him to apply as soon as possible. Zhang Chenglong clarified his thoughts and prepared to put aside the matter of employment.

The supermarket collapsed, and the migrant workers from the countryside didn't receive any wages. He approached the migrant girl who managed the warehouse and prepared to pay for the goods with goods, but the migrant girl refused to hand over the keys. During the dispute, the two of them got involved in an emotional entanglement by accident... Such a big supermarket collapsed at the first sign of collapse. It was open until 22 o'clock last night. At the end of the day, the foreman gathered everyone as usual and told everyone a cliche that has been repeated many times, including that maintaining the supermarket is maintaining your bridge to a well-off society. When I opened my eyes this morning, I found that the bridge collapsed. Youliang was in his dream singing erotic folk songs and flirting with women all over the mountains and plains. He was awakened by the noise of the crowd and thought he had overslept. I ran out sleepily and saw that it was at least an hour before the usual opening, and the supermarket was already packed with people inside and outside. Youliang had never seen such a popular place here before, but the popularity was for the wrong reasons and always reminded him of funerals.

The bleak autumn scenery has long since faded, and there is no green left in the surrounding fields. The long drought without snow has turned the loess roads that were paved just before the freezing weather into crumbly dry loess, very much like the whole wheat flour distributed by people's heads for disaster relief, whether white, yellow, or black. Occasionally, a coal truck drove past and rolled up a yellow dragon. This yellow dragon kept rolling behind the car, and when the car slowed down, it rolled forward. People could not see the car that was still moving, and thought it was a tornado blowing on a sunny day. After the car passed by, some coal powder was sprinkled into the dry loess, and the road became black again.

In May, in Manjiugou, Tianshan Mountain, a white night bus crawled slowly on the rugged winding mountain road. In the car, He Xinzhu was lying there with a book on her head, and her peaceful smile as she fell into reverie appeared on the glass. After driving six or seven miles, the car stalled again. The driver jumped out amidst the complaints from the passengers and began to check the car. Xinzhu also got out of the car along with the cursing passenger. On the side of the road, marigolds, wild poppies, calaco daisies, Ryan's lilies, and dandelions were blooming in full bloom. Xin Zhu hurriedly ran over and picked them happily. She was going to make a garland, because soon she would become Xuange's bride, and she wanted to give this garland to her beloved. When Xinzhu returned to the car with a large bouquet of wild flowers, a tall young man sleeping on the upper bunk of Xinzhu said, Miss, be careful that the wild flowers are poisonous!

Ma Minqing was an undergraduate student in the second class of Normal University after the college entrance examination was resumed. When he entered college, he was 23 years old and had been a farmer in Xima Village for seven years. People in the village were more surprised and envious that he was able to go to college after growing crops for eight years. He was more grateful and relieved that he could leave the countryside, as if he was escaping from a tiger's mouth. Every time he returned to the village during the summer vacation, Ma Minqing had a nightmare-like feeling when he looked at the villagers sweating profusely in the cornfields, and their haggard faces and stiff expressions. I thought, thank you for passing the exam. In 1981, Xima Village was still a production team, and its official name was the Fourth Production Team of Liancun Brigade of Sangquan Commune. Three years ago, Ma Minqing was a member of this production team. He had to work in the fields as the bell sounded every day. On the second day of summer vacation, Ma Minqing was awakened by the bell again, as he had done every time he was at home during the past three years.

L graduated from school when he was nineteen years old. Through a friend's introduction, he found a short-term job. The day he received his first salary, he felt that he had truly become an adult. Nineteen-year-old L is an ambitious man, so he looks down on the countless people around him. Colleagues, neighbors, even relatives and friends. When he walked through the alley every day, he always held a book in his hand. He walked with his head down, staring at somewhere in the book. Occasionally he bumped into someone, but he didn't apologize because others scolded him first, calling him a brat. Do you have eyes? He didn't reply, but he was very annoyed. When the scolder passed by, he felt the need to resist, but he couldn't find the words to resist. He said hard to the wall, "I'll fuck your mother!" The curse was a foul language. He felt that his face was dirty. I'll get used to it a little bit later.

If you don't believe it, it's also because of the text. I wrote these words not to restore my past life, but because more than ten years have passed, I am trying to tell the interesting things in that period of life. Those who have worked with me will definitely not approve of it, because everyone's memory will be modified by their own tastes and even moral sense. As a wise man said: Once memory encounters the narrative of the person involved, it will deviate from the truth of the situation and get closer and closer to fiction. So only for me, all this is real. This is a seed in life that still blooms from time to time, sometimes in life and sometimes in writing.

Comrade Shen Hao was a cadre selected by the Anhui Provincial Department of Finance. In 2004, he served as the first secretary of the party committee in Xiaogang Village, Fengyang County, the birthplace of the big contract system. Due to overwork and illness, he died in the early morning of November 6, 2009 while serving as secretary of the Xiaogang Village Party Committee. Shen Hao's death caused a strong response from all walks of life. Party and state leaders respectively issued instructions to learn from Shen Hao's advanced deeds. For this reason, this magazine specially compiled and published "Village Official Shen Hao" for the readers. Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply... - Ai Qing. In front of the mushroom greenhouse in the east of Xiaogang Village, Shen Hao, Zhao Jialong, Miao Juan, villager Guan Zhengyin and others stood there, waiting for the arrival of General Secretary Hu Jintao, feeling a little nervous.

Village chief Wang Dekuan started beating people within a few days of taking office. It is said that he was cruel, first giving someone a face full of flowers, and then giving him a kick. It is estimated that these two actions will not make anyone better. Sure enough, after the police station intervened, the criminal identification showed: minor injuries. What is the concept of minor injury? Just a word of light, as if nothing was wrong. It would be wrong to think so. This is a light word, because if it enters the criminal category, you have to be sentenced. To put it in common people's terms, I have to scare you. Monkey, in the local dialect, means the same thing as catching. However, laws are implemented by people, and policies are not always fixed. If it's private, it's not a big deal. Usually generally or roughly, private is adopted. It's better to do less than to do more. That's the truth.

When the days came to 1999, old man Li Xinwei felt a particularly strong sense of urgency, because newspapers, TV and radio were all promoting and discussing an important topic - the cross-century. We have heard and seen that people all over the world are busy crossing the century, and the people in Shuanghekou are no exception. They are also busy crossing the century. Of course, old man Xin Wei doesn't know how to cross the river in this century. He has been driving an old ferry on the narrow channel of the Shuanghekou for many years to transport passing pedestrians. This old ferry is old, the sun is old, the rustling autumn wind is also old, only people are new, and some people are getting newer. Old man Xin Wei thinks that others are new, but he is still old, unbearably old. He is taciturn and no one knows what he is thinking. There is no transparency. No wonder people in Shuanghekou call him "Wei Gu".

Li Yingchao, born in Yili, Xinjiang in the 1970s, is a young writer who loves walking, writing, and photography. He is currently the deputy editor and reviewer of the Literature and Art Office of Xinjiang People's Publishing House. Since 1996, he has published more than ten prose works such as "The Wind Leaves Traces", "Xinjiang Jinbang", "Xinjiang's Historical and Cultural City - Turpan", "Xinjiang's Historical and Cultural City - Tekes", "Drunk Butterfly", "Echoes of the West", "The Grapes Are Ripe in Turpan", and "The World's Beautiful Jade Emerges in Hotan".

Everyone wants to live a good life. Qiuqiu, a girl who lost her mother since childhood, lives with her father and stepmother. The stepmother has instilled in Qiuqiu the idea of ​​becoming a bank manager or marrying a bank manager when she grows up. Because in the stepmother's mind, only by being the bank president can one live a good life. Qiuqiu follows her stepmother's guidance and decides to become a bank president or marry a bank president husband when she grows up. Can she realize her wish? --If life is destined to make you drift in smooth sailing, then don't complain and become a sailor. --I would like to write this title to Zichen to commemorate Qiuqiu, who has lost his parents since he was a child. My mother died early. Her father took her until she was 3 years old and succeeded Mei Niang. Mei Niang has no children. When Qiuqiu was 9 years old, her father died in a car accident. Mei Niang gritted her teeth and didn't look for anyone else. Qiuqiu and Mei Niang are very close.

Some people may only do one thing in their life that is worthy of your attention, but once you see it, it will last a lifetime. --Inscription. "Climbing over this hill, you can see the ruins of some villages. It is said that there were several bandit dens nearby. Later, the people couldn't bear it and moved away. Once the people moved away, the bandits had no choice but to rob them, so they naturally left." The middle-aged man in sportswear walked swiftly, and the tangled shrubs that were half a man tall did not bother him in the slightest. "So, you have to be careful when robbing families, and not fishing when the lake is dry." A few young people followed sparsely, miserable. "I said to the team leader, can you not only tell stories and reason, but also care about the underachievers? If you continue like this, it won't take half an hour for you to look back and see no one.

Perhaps, the height of the fifth floor is not considered high. But it must be enough to take a person's life. Koga Ziyi stood on the cement floor on the roof of the building. There was only a short guardrail around the perimeter as a safety measure, and it was as dilapidated as this old building. She didn't go to see what the situation would be like downstairs, she just looked at the sky from a distance. It was not the first time that she came here with the intention of jumping. But if she was talking about the realization of letting go of everything, it was her first experience. After reconciling with the water element, she had the idea that nothing was important anymore and she could let go of everything. After leaving the room, she was guided all the way to the top of the building by this idea.

In his 40s, Mr. Dong has never been so excited. I was so excited that if I touched it, it would immediately shake for a long time in the laughter of Maitreya Buddha. This is a season that alternates between hot and cold. You have to feel the coolness and warmth of the wind according to your own mood. If you feel cold, it means she is pricking your bones with needles, making your bones ache; if you feel warm, it means she is licking you with her soft tongue, making you sweat all over. Dong Ye felt that he was being licked by a beautiful girl with a smile on his face. This is the morning named "Mid-Autumn Festival" by our ancestors with all kinds of thoughts. Dongye went to the village shop to buy mooncakes as his family ordered.

Ding Xin tried hard to keep her upper and lower eyelids together and not separate them. It was still early. She could feel the light getting brighter and brighter, and her eyelids kept blinking, but she still refused to open them. This kind of formal sleep was usually called insomnia. Do blind people really see darkness before their eyes? Ding Xin sometimes tightly closes her eyes, which is not really complete darkness. Pengpeng asked Ding Xin why he could see his mother? Because there is light. Why is there light? Because God said let there be light, there was light. Finally staying up until five o'clock, Ding Xin took out the notebook under the pillow and wrote "63" in order. She once again hoped for a miracle, either Lu Dafeng went home, or she didn't have any sorrow or hatred like a festival, and wrote it down as if it were an insignificant number, but it didn't come true. She used to write down everything in her notebook, what she had done and what she had not done.

If a countryman wants to make a career, he has three options: one is to be a soldier, the other is to study, and the third is to do business. Li Mingliang initially chose to study. He was the third eldest child in his family, with two older brothers. Both brothers refused to bother studying, preferring to work hard in the fields. So when Li Mingliang said he wanted to study and go to college, his parents were so happy that they almost shed tears and tightened their belts to save money for him to go to school. When his mother was pouring oil for cooking on the stove, she pressed the mouth of the oil pot with her thumb, letting a little bit of vegetable oil drip down her thumb like a thread, and then stopped quickly. The whole family munched on the oily moldy dried vegetables and didn't feel sad at all. On the contrary, they were quite proud. According to Li Mingliang's mother, our family, Mingliang, is studying to go to college and will become an official in the future, so our good days are coming. Li Mingliang took the college entrance examination for the first time, and his score was 50 or 60 points behind.

"This flight will arrive at Kansai Airport in Japan in twenty minutes. The local temperature is 27 degrees and the air humidity is 40%." The flight attendant's standard Mandarin came over the broadcast, and then he repeated it in Japanese and English. Although Japanese and Hokkien are not the same language, they have subtle similarities in various aspects. Therefore, it is quite convenient for Hokkien people to learn Japanese. What kind of life will Chongzong, who has the blood of northerners but grew up in the south, live in Kyoto? Disorganized thoughts were flying around, confusing my mind. Even so. --This may be the last time I hear Chinese in the near future.

It was long past the time for the lanterns to start, and after sending an email to Hayami who was still busy, Chongzong left the love hotel alone. On a cold night like water, a seemingly homeless puppy clung to Chongzong's trousers, whining softly as if it could feel Chongzong's mood. No, no, no, it's too early. Not disgusted with the dirty mud on the stray dog, Chongzong picked it up with both hands and made a gesture of raising it high. What I want to do has just begun. "Want to eat?" "Woof!" This was probably the affirmative answer. Chongzong took it to a convenience store to buy some food, and then separated it. It's a meager fate.

September 15, 1932, was the Mid-Autumn Festival in China. On this night, a fire suddenly burst into flames in Fushun Coal Mine, lighting up the entire sky red. Li Xianglan was woken up by her father: "Shuzi, something happened in the mine." She rubbed her eyes and tried to get up in confusion. "Don't move. I'm going to the mine and I'll be back soon." With that said, his father Yamaguchi hurried away. It was noisy outside at this time. What happened? Li Xianglan was frightened and tiptoed to the window, opened a gap in the baffle and looked out. The streets were in chaos, with people crying and shouting. The sky in the distance was red. She screamed in her heart, but couldn't scream out. She was so scared that she shivered.

Late at night, the scattered lights of the village households merge with the starry sky. In the distance of the farm, mulberry smoke curled up in the quiet night air, like the title page of a legend. On the hazy mountain col, an old man loomed, holding a piano in his arms, swaying like playing and dancing, gradually becoming clearer. It was a summer night in 2007. Old man Danmuji strummed the strings of his beloved piano with a sad and deep tone. The villagers who had not yet rested were talking a lot: I heard that Bai Zhen died of illness. Before she died, she had only one request: let her family play "Elegy" for her, which she wrote and sang for her when she was forced to marry in a foreign country sixty years ago: My beloved is still sleeping, and I am about to set off to marry into a family I don't like. Why are there so many girls, but it's me, and it's me? I am like the sheep dung eggs by the river, washed away by the river over and over again, and finally forgotten by the river...

Sun Xiaozhong took the porcelain vat containing his rice from Ma Hongwei's hand, and then looked into the porcelain vat seriously. He found that his porridge was a little lighter than that of other students. So Sun Xiaozhong did not drink the porridge immediately. He placed the porcelain vat next to the rice bucket, and then looked at Ma Hongwei with his eyes. It was a morning at the end of October 1979, Monday, at the door of the boys' dormitory. At this time, it was breakfast time at Qishili Town Middle School in the suburbs of Hefei City. According to school regulations, students must live on campus after entering their first year of high school and eat in groups. Sun Xiaozhong is a student in Class 1 (2) of Senior High School and belongs to the second group of this class.

It was almost dusk, and the tavern was already full of people and steaming. Drinkers were sitting around seven or eight large wine vats, and delicacies such as boiled edamame, rotten broad beans, and fried grasshoppers were placed on the red paint vat lids. The drinkers drank from the vat and chatted about alley stories, market rumors, Yang Xiaolou's monkey play, King Jingjie's storytelling, which house was haunted, whose concubine ran away with someone, etc. With the help of a little wine, Yunshanwuhai talked like this, what he said, what he heard, and a few words added. In those days, this was a lot of fun. Old Beijingers are very particular about leisure and leisure. This kind of tavern is called a big wine tank. This happened in early July of the 26th year of the Republic of China (1937), one day after the July 7th Incident. There were people boxing in the pub, and some drinking too much, but most of them were chatting.

Early that morning, the fog in Sanjiangkou was rolling on the ground. Zhang Xiaoyu's voice seemed to have taken root in the car. While driving, he asked Cui Liangzi, who was sitting behind the passenger seat, "My left eyelid is twitching wildly. Is it going to work?" Cui Liangzi's body was like a shrimp, a little dazed, grinning stupidly, bowed forward, stretched his neck, and stammered covertly, his left eyelid was twitching, he was lucky. Zhang Xiaoyu tightened the steering wheel and turned, his eyes instantly swept over to look at Cui Liangzi. Damn, my right eyelid twitched again. Cui Liangzi suddenly excited, this is a blessing, Mr. Zhang is going to make a fortune. Zhang Xiaoyu was making noisy noises and tilting his mouth, looking a bit funny, damn!

Willow has been very upset these days. His sweetheart Xiaoli told him that she was pregnant and that she wanted to divorce her husband and must marry Liu Shu. If he doesn't want a divorce, Xiaoli won't agree; if he wants a divorce, he and his wife Qingdou and their children can't open their mouths. Willow thought about it for half a month but couldn't find a reason to divorce Aomame. What troubles him the most is his daughter. Seeing the lively and cute look of this little guy, it hurts like cutting a willow tree's heart with a knife. The trees on the streets of the small town were stained with oil paint by the autumn frost, which looked particularly unique against the sunset. At dinner time, because her daughter had been clamoring for braised duck head, Liu Shu, who did not often go to restaurants, took a family of three to a restaurant facing the street and ordered a few dishes.

When Wu Guang woke up, he suddenly found that his eardrums were suffocating. He lifted the curtains of the car window and saw that the train had begun to cross the Qinling Mountains. The sudden increase in altitude caused a contrast between the internal and external pressures of the eardrums. He opened his mouth vigorously a few times and took a few deep breaths before the suffocated breath came over. At this moment, the cell phone placed next to his pillow rang clearly twice. When Wu Guang heard the sound, he had a premonition: someone was knocking on the door of his destiny. This hunch was confirmed when he started flipping through the subtitles on the color screen.

It was completely dark. Wen Yuemei sat on the sofa in the living room, lazily spreading her body on the sofa, staring blankly at the video wall opposite with her dead fish eyes, not moving for a long time. The video wall is made of shiny aluminum-plastic panels. The square red and white aluminum-plastic panels alternate with each other. The shape is novel and unique, and it shines with a different kind of light even in the dark. At that time, the decoration workers heard that their home was going to use aluminum-plastic panels as a video wall. They laughed so hard that they shook their heads like rattles. They rudely accused them and said, "Do you know how to decorate?" Is this your first time living in such a big new house? We have been doing renovations in the past few years, and some people have done plaster and wood work on the film and television walls, but we have not done anything like yours. Let's talk about it first, this is your own idea. If the effect is not good, we will need money to demolish it, and the wall will be messed up, so it will be difficult to modify it in other ways.

Behind her sister Fengyu is her brother Yingbing. The two of them were crawling, one behind the other. The rain in the latter half of the night only wetted the ground, and the road surface was just soft and slippery, suitable for crawling. However, after only climbing five or six meters, Ying Bing lowered her head and became silent. Fengyu also stopped, leaning her face on the back of her hands and panting. A few minutes later, Fengyu remembered that she was her sister, gritted her teeth and got up again. She tapped the ground with her toes, but Ying Bing had no reaction. She thought, it's broken, Ying Bing's silk is broken, first her father's silk is broken, then her brother's silk is broken, it seems that the man's silk is the silk, and it will break when it is broken. She planned to go home and tell her mother before coming out. At this time, Ying Bing raised her head and smiled at her, with a few pieces of mud in her smile. The two crawled forward again, looking quite confident. They knew that the alfalfa field was not far away, so they climbed out of the alley and turned north to reach it.

Warmly welcome all the distinguished guests attending the opening ceremony of Yunzhou Lanyan Gas Co., Ltd.! The red electronic subtitles exaggerate the warm atmosphere. And Chen Xu, with a blazing fire in his chest, roared into the hotel like a steam locomotive with enough fuel. The stride length is long and the frequency is fast, giving the appearance of being in a hurry. Unexpectedly, his feet flashed and he staggered. He looked down and found nothing unusual, but still kicked the void hard: "Fuck!" As soon as he said "fuck", the velvet cheongsam came over: "Sir, do you need help?" He squinted: "Can you help?" Qipao tried his best to keep the smile on his face, but his voice lowered: "I'm sorry!" When he came to the restaurant, Zhou Guangwei greeted enthusiastically: "Sit down, I'm waiting for you."

Zang Laibao died, he was shot. I believe that there are two factors in the formation of everyone's personality, one is genetics, and the other is acquired influence and education. Zang Laibao's father was once the leader of the Wharf Gang, and later went to sea to become a robber. Zang Laibao's gangsterism was innate; Zang Laibao's mother gave birth to him at the age of 48. The joy of having a son at this old age allowed this precious son to enjoy all the love in the world, and he was accustomed to this kind of virtue. Coupled with the turbulent years, when kind people always swallowed their anger and were cautious, Zang Laibao became even more unscrupulous. For example, the workday is 8 hours, and all the workers in the factory are busy rushing to meet the deadline - our Haiyang Shipyard's working hours quota is very tight, but Zang Laibao never rushes.

Erxiang's face was lost. If you lose face, you will lose it, but you can't kill anyone. For Erxiang, it would be better to die. In his hometown of Malandian, Erxiang was a respectable man, clever and handy, a carpenter and bricklayer, a master at repairing motor vehicles, and good at chess. He was fair-minded and liked to speak fair. He loved to laugh and joke, and he was familiar with his work. His big eyes smiled, and there was a layer of wrinkles on both sides of his high bridge of nose. Some people said that Erxiang didn't need to light a fire at home, so he made a pot of cold water boil by telling a joke. Another thing is that he always likes to hunt for wild food when he has nothing to do. He dares to eat grasshoppers, silkworm chrysalises, bees, and black toads. If there were maggots in someone's sauce jar, he would fish them out as a good thing and fry them in oil to drink. Early in the morning, who would have heard the clanking of the carriage's planks all the way away, and would surely have seen him driving the donkey carriage speeding past. If he was not working in the fields, he would probably be hunting for wild food.

Everything started with Longlong's coursework project. When Li Hui, who had been busy for a day, was called to the living room by Long Long to watch the "family tree" he hand-painted, she had no idea that there were many people and things hidden in the branches and leaves painted by Long Long with colored pens. Is this it? Li Hui whispered, squatting down and looking at the cardboard Longlong placed in the middle of the living room. The light is too bright - she said in her mind, then subconsciously turned her head and glanced at the standing lamp in the corner. Zhijian didn't meet her eyes, but the moment she looked away, he stood up, walked over and turned the switch on the light pole. The large living room was immediately illuminated with a soft orange light, and the monstera leaves next to the sofa showed a golden wax sheen. Li Hui's eyes quickly focused and fell softly on the cardboard.

Last year, among the billions of beards that Father Time grew, perhaps it was only a small section of one beard. Those of us who make a living on this short beard have to feel the old man's continuous heartbeat at all times. He is so neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither hasty nor slow, neither new nor old, and takes no time to drag us towards the darkness. On the way to darkness with no freedom at all, my life in 2007 was actually going smoothly. A strong proof is that my waistline gained weight again. Looking back now, there were two flashes of lightning in 2007. It almost illuminated the darkness, but I was afraid to open my wide eyes and missed them in the blink of an eye. Last summer, almost at the same time, I met two girls both named "Xiao Xiao" on QQ.

I made a special cover for the steel ball gun and put it on my belt. The waist became bulging and the eyes of people in the market also lit up. Second Director, the people in the police duty room are also armed with guns? Asked a vendor. I hummed, pretending to be quite mysterious. Is this gun fake? The vendor remained unconvinced. I imitated Commander Hu's behavior on TV, patting my belly and then my gun, but as usual I didn't answer. The vendor believed it now. The market police duty room has been open for a month. I was transferred from the city management office to the duty room as the deputy director. Like the police, I wear a police uniform. Two days ago, the duty office purchased several steel ball guns through the Public Security Bureau.

I was arranged to live in the orchard, specifically, the small thatched cottage for the gardener. Due to the sudden arrival of "educated youths going to the mountains and countryside", Gudong Village was unable to build a house to serve as a youth center for a while, so it had to disperse more than 20 young people from the city to live in various houses. Later, all the available houses in the village were occupied, and even the tofu houses, stables, and orchard houses had to be accommodated. As the oldest boy in the village, I was sent to live in an orchard on the east side of the village. "I'm Hua Shi," the old man who looked after the garden didn't welcome me. "We'll just make a kang. Where do you live?" "What?" I just came down from the city and I really didn't know how to answer. "I, Hua Shi, have grown so tall and don't even know which end of the bed is hot? No wonder I asked you to go to the camp for re-education."

The mountains are spiritual, and the soldiers here think so. The mountains can talk, and the soldiers here believe it. The mountains here are poor mountains. There are no trees growing on the mountains and no grass growing at the foot of the mountains. What grows wildly is unresolved sadness. The mountains here are big mountains, blocking the sky, the road, and the wonderful world outside. What cannot be blocked is the wind and rain of the four seasons and the longing for relatives far away. There is a big mountain, a post, and next to the post is a barracks. There are two soldiers and a dog living in the barracks. This is a special family deep in the mountains. There is a little-known war preparation warehouse in the mountains, which is classified as a military restricted area. I can't tell you how many years have passed, how many storms I have experienced, but ever since this warehouse was established, there has been this mountain outpost and these soldiers guarding the mountain.

Our Bayi Town is close to the Songhua River and was once a station on the Northern Post Road. Many people in the town are descendants of Zhan people, but Xu Jianlai is not. His family later moved from other places. More than three miles away from Bali Town, there is a provincial prison. His father works there, taking care of logistics and food. He also wears a police uniform, rides his bicycle back and forth, and rides through the streets day after day. It is also very refreshing. People in the prison system were transferred back to the province for unified transfer. Now and then, it was not up to oneself to decide. As soon as the transfer order was issued, Father Xu came. When Xu Jianlai was still in the third grade of elementary school, his mother died of illness. We all remember the funeral scene at that time. Xu Jianlai held a white and trivial spiritual flag in his hand, fluttering in the strong autumn wind, walking in a very formal and stiff step, like the new flag bearer in the honor guard.

It was twelve o'clock at noon when the huge bus entered Cuilin Resort. R had no idea what would happen in the next day, just like a novelist has no idea what will happen in his work in the next second. Sitting in the bus, I didn't feel that there were too many people. Once I gathered in the lobby, it was crowded with people. The hustle and bustle made the atmosphere in the lobby lively. Under the somewhat stern appearance of the waiters, you could still see that they couldn't hide their inner joy of prosperous business. A very beautiful young girl was directing people to line up, and she began to explain some precautions loudly. It turns out that two and a half days in the resort will make people so happy, a kind of unexpected happiness brought by fresh excitement.