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The six villages around Sand Town were not submerged by wind and sand like Lop Nur. They relied on two high and wide sand beams in the north and south, which acted like barriers to block the invasion of sandstorms. The people on this land have made too many hardships to survive. Every household must use a flat-headed shovel to clear sand in front of the door and around the base of the wall, otherwise the entire courtyard will be buried in sand. There is a special type of sand cleaning work on roads and dirt roads. Laifeng's father and daughter opened a tobacconist's shop in a small market street, and they had to pay eight yuan a month for sand cleaning. The market street is about 200 meters long, and there are thirty or forty small shops, all of which were transformed from the original small vendors. Laifeng's father set up a cigarette stall here thirty years ago, selling warrior, labor and prairie cigarettes that smell like sawdust. Nowadays, there are Hongtashan, Yunyan, Marlboro, Sanwupai... All kinds of brands, no less than thirty or forty types, on the shelves.

My grandfather's nickname is "blind with open eyes". This does not mean that his eyesight is poor. In fact, his eyesight is very good. He can tell the male from the female of a flying bird a hundred meters away. It means that his literacy level is low. Among the tens of thousands of Chinese characters in China, the two characters that impressed him most are the two characters for male and female. This is related to his humiliating experience of going to the toilet in the county town. Therefore, in my father's generation, my grandfather vowed to sell everything to support his education. My father was a filial son, and he studied really hard. When he was tired, he longed for long hair like the ancients, which he could use to hang beams. As a result, he worked too hard and developed deep myopia before finishing his studies in high school. He doesn't say that he has difficulty reading and recognizing words, he doesn't greet his elders with honorifics when greeting them, he doesn't like individual elders very much, and he just turns a blind eye when people give him nicknames. It is better to be blind than to be blind. My grandfather was very open-minded. It doesn't matter if he doesn't respect others. What matters is winning the respect of others.

When Zhang Dongmei hurriedly took the train back to Luocheng from her hometown of Wa County, it was already five o'clock in the evening. The square in front of the train station was crowded with people and cars. Her daughter Wu Lili was working overtime at her workplace and could not come to pick her up. Taxis were not available, and not even the "black-headed cars" that usually hang around passengers like flies stopped. She gritted her teeth, picked up the large woven bag that was more than half her height, and moved step by step to the bus stop.

Reporter Qiu stepped out of the car, and the white sunshine hit his face. A moment of dizziness made him squint his eyes, and a cloud of black stars flew in front of his eyes. Qiu thought, this is the intensity, the strong sunshine in the north. This kind of intensity cannot be felt in the sky and earth in the south. The eternal green in the south absorbs the intensity, so only the sunshine is left, and the sunshine is gentle and warm. It is different in the north. The dry and hard loess soil in the north is white in color and rarely absorbs heat. Qiu imagined that if he stood in a pointed pit, he might be scorched by the concentrated sunlight. The sunshine in the north is white and hot. Before walking ten steps, Qiu's forehead was already covered with fine sweat. It was the end of March in the lunar calendar. He had grown up in the north and thought it was still a slightly cold late spring in the north. Who knew that the sun was so hot that it felt like midsummer. Qiu wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked worriedly towards the pockmarked Benjiagou in the distance.

Li Guang, female, graduated from the Art Department of Beijing Normal University in 1999. She currently lives in Beijing and is engaged in film work. As soon as I finished writing these words, my thoughts suddenly became chaotic, like earthworms crawling out of the mud after the rain, scrambling for the first place, and becoming a mess again. Some words flashed before my eyes, but I couldn't catch them. The thing we want to express always seems to be separated from us by a tree. We circle around this tree, chasing it back and forth. I tried my best to express my "confession" clearly. It was May 10th, and I was walking on the street. This is how I spend every May 10th. I don't like this iconic day for me. My cell phone rang. I picked it up and learned that my novel "Flying" was finally going to be published.

I discovered and perceived the light of blood in such scenes: when I saw women grazing in the mountains taking their newborn babies and newborn lambs home together; when I witnessed people in the village exorcising ghosts, worshiping ancestors, summoning spirits, and sending souls away. When countless sacrifices were shot through the chest by the sharp arrows of language again and again, and they lay quietly in a pool of blood; read the narrative poem "axyiaxrryr" in which the girl "axrryr" encountered what happened to her on her way to escape from marriage. When the cruel tiger and wolf was torn apart, "the head was cut off above the road, the feet were cut off below, and the intestines were entangled in the bamboo forest"; listen to the witch "Zytzyrhninrat" being subjected to bimox "Kadu" ( kaddur) revealed his original form and turned into a billy goat after being cursed, which was then divided up and devoured by seven slanderous village women with hatchets, instantly turning them into seven terrifying female ghosts who would live forever in the Valley of the Devil. The light of blood is brilliant and tragic.

If time were to fast forward, Ba Feng would definitely see the road of life looking back as a continuous hairpin bend. But at the beginning of this story, he had never heard of this word - hairpin bend in English, a sharp bend of less than 90 degrees, shaped like a girl's U-shaped hairpin. People in E County call it "looking back". They overlap on some mountains in the outskirts of the place and reach up to the clouds. Ba Feng was only in his first year of high school at that time. He was dark and thin, with thick eyebrows and eyes, and two white rabbit teeth looming between his half-closed lips. The boy didn't have any bad habits. He only had one shortcoming: his grades were poor and he was ranked among the bottom 20 among the top ten in E County. Only 20 of the 200 graduates from that school can go to college every year. His mother, Qiu Xinrong, basically despaired of his future. She always told her neighbors that she just tied the baby to the No. 10 Middle School and locked her up, and had no other thoughts.

The news that "Yizhi Mian" unveiled the provincial government's reward notice for arresting communist bandits reached the county town. Liu Fu, the general manager of Qingxiang, and Zhu Weizheng, the deputy general manager, were so shocked that their mouths opened into an "O" shape. Liu Fu ordered Zhu Weizheng: "From today on, the entire county will be under martial law. Dig the ground three feet to capture the bandit leader Yang Qun and the chivalrous girl Yizhi Mian!" "Yes!" Zhu Weizheng echoed. "Let's work together and attack from the north and the south! It's impossible for him to escape!" "Okay!" Three days later, Liu Fu and Zhu Weizheng's Autonomous Army and Qingxiang Regiment surrounded Tiannan County with a radius of several hundred miles.

After Qingming Festival, on the morning of my first day at work, I was about to enter the office with my front feet, and Liu Yehong followed me with my back feet. I didn't see the red willow leaves. I saw a lush green branch hanging on the door, wrapped in the spring breeze and playing wantonly in front of the door. I jumped and moved the green branch towards the door. I moved the green leaves outside the door, Liu Yehong said behind me, the spring breeze was green again and broke through the threshold. After saying that, he laughed. I turned around and saw Liu Yehong smiling, probably secretly happy about getting this modified verse. I also laughed, saying that our broken threshold was greened not by the spring breeze, but by mold. I asked again, could it be that Secretary Liu sent us the spring breeze early in the morning? Liu Yehong said that's right, didn't you see the spring breeze on my face? He stretched his head and looked at the office again. Several people from the community were here, including two residents applying for pension certificates. Lan Yun and Fu Hong were cleaning the windows and didn't see Liu Yehong.

In fact, Wenshan still valued this gathering very much. He told his wife at home that the people he was dating now were all acquaintances, but almost all the people he met in his youth were friends who had made acquaintance with each other carefully. For example, there are several classmates in the same city who don't meet often, don't have much contact, and don't talk much after meeting. However, they all have a certain kind of ethics embedded in their hearts over time, and they warm each other in a natural kindness. The appearance of this hotel has not changed much. The ivy in the courtyard has grown denser. As soon as I noticed that the unevenness of the stone benches had been smoothed out a lot and no longer made people feel uncomfortable, the bald-headed Du Sen and the gray-haired Li Yang came over to greet them with shouts. It's so boring. Why did you come here? Hugging each other mindlessly. I hugged Li Yang before when he was playing football and scoring goals. He had body odor, but he couldn't smell it now. He and Du Sen are so good, and this is the first time they hugged each other.

It is really embarrassing to ask for food from strangers. If you don't have enough courage, you won't be able to open your mouth. Except of course professional beggars. Cheng Gui is not a beggar, but he is very hungry at this time, which requires him to tell others his intention to eat. Cheng Gui decided to lose face and complete this matter. He walked step by step to the west of the pond. A fisherman is sitting under a sun umbrella to the west, with food in a plastic basket next to him. Self-esteem and stomach are both important, but Cheng Gui resolutely gave up on the former because he was so hungry that his legs were shaking and he didn't even have the strength to throw the pole. He urgently needed to fill his stomach. Cheng Gui, a retired steel rolling mill worker, had never heard of the word "hungry". He only knew that the chest was pressed against the back - that is the feeling of being extremely hungry. Master Cheng had a bad day today. When he went to the waterside to sort out his fishing gear, he found that he had forgotten the long-line caster and the big float. He was very upset.

That day, my grandmother came down from the temple on her little feet and saved me. I washed my hands next to a bluestone under the Worry-Free Pond, then raised my hands and crossed them in front of my chest, looking at the calm, mirror-smooth water. Someone (who was it?) Stretched out his hands from behind and covered my eyes. In an instant, my right foot slipped, my center of gravity shifted, and I slipped into the pool. Grandma was coming down from the temple to the worry-free pond. The temple is in the mountains and forests, and under the mountains and forests is Wuyoutan. The Worry-free Pond is vast and vast, stretching along the mountains and forests, but it is wrapped up in its heart with many worries, and is trapped in its surroundings. Grandma had already come down and walked to the pond opposite the temple. Seeing me slipping into the pool, he went downhill and extended his hand to me. But I was still slipping in the pool, and my arms were quickly submerged by the green and faint water, leaving only the fingers on my palms. Grandma leaned forward and pulled her right hand towards my palm.

I often wonder, if Mei Xing had not come to our village, would there be me in this world? It was the autumn of that year when Mei Xing came to our village. Late autumn. Maybe it's already early winter. The reed flowers have already bloomed, and they are thickly covered with snow-white sheets on the river bank, stretching for more than ten miles. Looking from a distance, it is very spectacular. When a group of people appeared at the end of the village, the sky had already collected the last ray of sunset, leaving only a red sunset hanging lonely in the western sky. The blood-red appearance was like a duck egg yolk injected with Sudan red, which looked a little weird. And the people who looked a little weird that day were the people in our village. Almost all the men, women, and children in the village ran out of their homes and gathered in one place. It was like the Yangtze River flood season, when suddenly a gap opened in the embankment, and the river rushed towards the gap with unstoppable force.

He sat down on the stone. The stone was a little cold, and he realized that he was sitting on a stone. Pat the stone under your butt and remember the past. Coming from stones, do we have to go to stones? The stones in the Heavenly Palace always look both real and illusory. He sat on a rock and watched the clouds and breezes for a long time, which didn't look like him at all. He's a monkey, or at least like one. He decided to act like a monkey and act like a monkey. Hold your arms, bend your hands downward naturally, and retract your head into your chest. As soon as the calf exerted force, the body jumped slightly and jumped up. He jumped to a higher stone, put up an awning with his backhand and gazed into the distance. The little hand is curved like a crescent moon, placed on the forehead to block the strong sunlight. My eyes were blurry and I couldn't see anything. Not even Nantianmen could be seen, and he began to feel as depressed as ever.

When I heard about that thing, I didn't take it seriously at all, I just scratched it in my ear! No one would come here specifically to tell me this kind of news: my work unit is going to select a comrade to join the polling team. The polling team is an abbreviation, and its full name is "Survey Team on the Situation of Rural Areas and Farmers in Poverty-stricken and Backward Areas." This matter has nothing to do with me. It is said that they also posted a notice asking comrades to sign up actively. The candidates will be confirmed within one month and the departure will take place in two months. The time will be one year. I didn't see where the notice was posted either. At that time years ago, I couldn't see anything, and I was basically arrogant. There was only one thing in my eyes at that time, and that was my wedding. You said, I am a poor young woman with an average family background, a low-level job, a blank look, and a bleak future. Apart from a wedding, what else can I dream about?

Zhang Xiaoyue has a problem, she gets angry when she gets out of bed. After waking up, sit silently on the edge of the bed and meditate for a while. This action should last for at least five minutes. No one can mess with her within five minutes. Any move she makes will definitely be a mistake. A serious incident of murder and arson will not happen. She will definitely get scolded. Hong Liang originally didn't want to disturb Xiaoyue, but their company was holding a monthly commendation meeting today, and the department manager required employees to attend in formal attire, which meant suits and ties. Seeing that it was time to go to work, Hong Liang couldn't find the small diagonal blue tie in his suitcase. He waited patiently for Xiaoyue for four minutes. Hong Liang was extremely anxious. It was difficult to wait for the No. 2 Bus in winter, and sometimes there wouldn't be one for half an hour. If you miss the first train, everything behind you will be delayed. Seeing Xiaoyue's eyes rolling a few times, he thought that the dangerous period had passed.

Amai wakes up on time, which is the function of the biological clock that has been developed for a long time. She turned over and the bed squeaked twice. It's time to get up early before the sun wakes up. Industrious Yi women, from childhood to old age, get up when the sun doesn't wake them up, and go to bed when the moon is drowsy. They are either busy in the mountains and fields, or singing, dancing and entertaining in the mountains. The elders do not have the habit of going to bed early and getting up late. But today, Amai wanted to stay in bed for no reason. I drank too much wine last night, and my whole body was limp and weak. Dogs bark outside the door, chickens crow in the courtyard, and birds sing on the branches. In the morning, the Yi family's village is awakened by domestic animals and wild birds. The big sow in the pig pen also started to grunt.

As soon as Ji Tao received the call from his mother to Lhasa from the mainland, he became furious. Ji Tao threw the phone on the sofa, sat down, picked up a banana, peeled it randomly, and stuffed it into his mouth without looking at it. I don't want to choke on it as soon as I take a bite. He coughed repeatedly and looked very strange. Seeing his uncomfortable expression, his wife Zhuoma quickly stepped forward, patted his back, and handed him a glass of water. Ji Tao took it and took a big sip. The water flowed down his throat, and Ji Tao finally felt better. Then, he turned to Dolma, waved the half of the banana that he had not finished biting, and said, "Look, this kid!" What do you think we should do now? ! Anyway, there is nothing I can do! Dolma came closer to him gently, took the banana from his hand, threw it on the table, and said, now you finally say there is nothing you can do?

Zhao Xiaoya held the tea cup and sipped the coffee, staring blankly at Jia Li sitting opposite, who was happily describing how her husband loved her and how he loved her. It's a pity that Zhao Xiaoya didn't listen to a word, and the scene of her quarrel with Shu Shinian last night was still in her mind: Shu Shinian said that my son couldn't apply for HKUST to go to college. Hefei has no spring and autumn, only winter and summer. HKUST is allocated nationwide. What will happen if I can't go back to Shenzhen in the future? Zhao Xiaoya insisted that her son should apply to the University of Science and Technology. His son has such a good foundation, quick and careful thinking, and is a good material for science. Besides, parents all over the world think like this. What will happen to the future of national construction? As a result, Shu Shinian laughed at her for having a "political complex." She said that her father had been an official all his life, and now it was her turn to be his successor.

That day was not a special day, it was just December 27, 2006. 7:55 Am. Two days have passed since Christmas. There is still a plastic Christmas tree with fallen ornaments standing in front of Carrefour in Zhongguancun, but a red banner celebrating New Year's Day has already been hung in front of the Renmin University Publishing House. Between the plastic Christmas tree and the red banners, there is a contradictory and illusory festive atmosphere; but no matter what, this day is still just a most ordinary Tuesday at the end of December. The weather is sunny and windy and cloudy, which is the most common in this season. The temperature is -5℃ to 6℃, not too warm and not too cold, which is perfect for winter. There were not too many pedestrians on the street early in the morning. They armed themselves with layers of various fabrics, and wrapped their bodies airtightly in coats, like bloated fish moving forward in strong winds and fallen leaves.

The horse-hitch posts in front of the Yang family's old house are still there, but the horses are gone. Every time the Yang brothers passed by, especially at night, looking at the old house under the clean moonlight, it seemed as illusory as a paper-made spiritual house. Did the prosperity of their ancestors once live there? In the 1970s, the Yang family's population began to decline. Yang Bingyao and Yang Bingxi, the descendants of Yang Changqing, the eldest son of Yang Dehai, an authentic descendant of the Yang family, also each married a wife and started a family. The Yang family's compound is still there, but it has long since changed its owner, and the people who live there are no longer descendants of the Yang family. There are people named Jin, Chang, and Li, who live in chaos in a large courtyard. The two brothers lived in five adobe houses by the river, two and a half rooms each, and lived in isolation. There have not been many people leaving Shangtuwo in recent years, the policy has not been relaxed yet, and life has been stable.

Jonah's doorbell suddenly started singing at 9:27 p. M. The reason why he said such an exact time was because the first moment the doorbell rang, Jonah habitually raised his wrist to check the time. Although we have fully entered the mobile phone era, Jonah still retains the habit of wearing a watch. Of course, this is generally the case for men who are mature, elegant and have a regular life. He threw off his pajamas and grabbed a T-shirt to put on, hoping the ringing would stop. Not sooner or later. Who is looking for him now? Property? I went to open the door anyway. However, it turned out to be - Wei Jinsu. She stood in the doorway with a slight smile. She is not empty-handed, she is holding a basket in her right hand. A common woven basket. She wore a white robe that reached her ankles.

Wu Yang sat alone by the river. It was not raining, but the river was still rising. He couldn't understand why the river was still rising and why Liu Fang didn't come back. Another large group of debris floated on the river, spinning on the river dam in front of Wu Yang, and then rushed down, making a huge noise and splashing a large amount of water on Wu Yang's face. At the same time, he smelled the smell of medicine. The upstream mineral processing plant often discharges sewage directly into the river when the river water rises; when the weather is fine, it stops discharging. It's July now, and the sun is still bright, but a bit strong. Wu Yang left the river and walked home. Wu Yang walked to the side of the field ridge of his home and stopped, taking a closer look at the field.

In the 1950s and 1960s, in No. 81 Xiang'er Hutong, Beixinqiao, Beijing, the origins and disputes of the Sun family and the Guan family were seen by Zhang Yajuan, a street activist. Who poisoned Guan's cat? Will the Sun family respond to the government's call to hand over the small courtyard? Among those forgotten stories, warm a pot of wine and re-experience the taste of old Beijing. A person who lives in an alley may not be very knowledgeable. He is only familiar with a few alleys in front of his home, which are not bigger than a village. Like the people in Xiang'er Hutong, they know the stories of three generations of ancestors of every family around them, just like they are familiar with every national event on TV. They all know that in a courtyard at the east entrance, there is an old lady with white hair who has been standing numbly all year round, with several small shabby houses behind her crowded together. The yard was so dilapidated that there wasn't even a decent door, just a big red iron gate, which was bolted shut at night and made a rumbling sound when pulled.

The administrator of Celebrity Tower turned down the TV sound. It was almost one o'clock in the evening and almost all the residents of the building were asleep. Working the night shift is very boring. Turning on the TV and watching late-night programs can pass the long night. There are usually no visitors late at night. He chose the night shift security job because it is more leisurely. But that night was a little unusual. At 1:30, a motorcycle was seen on the monitor screen driving into the underground parking lot, and a young man in a suit walked into the elevator. The administrator recognized that it was Peter, the boyfriend of Fu Mingxue, the daughter of the department store group. The administrator quickly moved his eyes from the monitor screen to the TV screen and continued to watch his program. Fu Mingxue opened the door and saw Peter. She was happy for two seconds, and then asked, "Aren't you going to Europe for a meeting?" "I came back early just to see you.

My failure to get into college was all caused by my father, because he stabbed someone with a knife. That day, I was in the classroom and saw a motorcycle driving through the school gate with two policemen sitting on it. They paused at the gate, and the policeman sitting in the back leaned toward the guardroom window and nodded. Why did the two policemen come to school? My eyes returned to the blackboard. Teacher Wang's back was turned to us, and the chalk in his hand creaked on the blackboard. He pointed at the top of the blackboard, turned his head, opened and closed his mouth, then turned back and used the blackboard eraser to erase the tadpole-like words. The chalk in his hand is white, and the words written on the blackboard are a bit dazzling. The class has been going on for more than 20 minutes, but I was in a daze and didn't write anything down. The classroom is a tile-roofed house, and the poplar tree in front of the house is higher than the roof and reaches into the sky.

The two railway tracks leading to the coal yard were like two sharp machetes, cutting through the north and south ends of Sidao Street. The squat bungalows at the north end of Sidao Street are like abandoned children in the wilderness. The black soot raised when coal is sold in the coal yard, coupled with the wisps of black smoke coming out of the chimney on the flat roof, makes people's throats tighten, and the sticky phlegm spit out when blowing the nose is mixed with black threads. The snow in the first month, even if it falls like goose feathers, is just superficial. It's not as white and hard as the snow in the twelfth lunar month. The cedar that fell to the ground was as soft as a used rag, and it was disgustingly polluted. Liu Chun poured a handful of stove ashes on the snow and was about to turn around and go back to the house when he glanced at the chimney on the roof of her grandma's house as if remembering something. She saw black smoke rising out like a blocked intestine.

In the dormitory, the person Zhao Meng despised the most was Niu Xinrong. When she looked down on Niu Xinrong, she didn't look at Niu Xinrong. She always stared rigidly not far away in front of her, raised her chin slightly, and couldn't help but put a contemptuous sneer on her face. This means: I look down on you, Niu Xinrong, you are not worthy of being in my eyes! At first glance, she seemed to be competing with a non-existent person in the air. Maybe Zhao Meng's original intention was to make her expression more intimidating, but she was wrong. Niu Xinrong had a good attitude. Niu Xinrong didn't argue with her, he smiled slightly on his slightly chubby face, and sometimes laughed out loud, just thinking it was a joke.

"Yanghuo (Jinan dialect: stinky) Yanghuo little (Jinan dialect: little boy), foreign work, foreign work, little boy, tearing and tearing to feed the chickens." More than fifty years ago, I chased Wang Chunli on Guanzhaying Street and sang this Jinan children's song. More than fifty years later, I saw Wang Chunli on the street where the officials were encamped. Wang Chunli actually didn't recognize me, so I shouted at her back: "Young live, you are young, you are young, you are young, you are tearing and tearing to feed the chickens." Wang Chunli was stunned, stopped suddenly, turned around, and rushed towards me... I was punished for this behavior fifty years ago. I yelled at Wang Chunli, but Wang Chunli couldn't hit me, so she ran to my house, grabbed my mother's lapel and said, "Aunt Sun, don't you care about Little Fatty? He scolded me."

The summer of 1988 had abundant rain, and my youth blossomed like a swollen flower bone with a pop. It's just that this bloom is a bit lonely, more like a curtain call in a deserted place - how should I put it? Well, I failed the college entrance examination. I was depressed and thought this was a desperate attack by fate. At that time, some soft hairs had just appeared on my lips, and I had not experienced love or death, so I regarded failure as a more terrifying thing than falling into the water. I had always had high aspirations before, trying to leave this small town and enter the ideal life in my mind. Now this dream has failed, falling from a height and being shattered into pieces. My family members didn't feel particularly uncomfortable about this. My father, Ding Shanshui, said, "It's such a big deal. I just have to take over the job."

Hawaii and the Maldives, in the charming bays, the charm remains the same. These are human leisure resorts that everyone yearns for, and leisure people are still relaxing, but in the gentle and gorgeous light and shadow, they have also become shopping stores, reading rooms, conference rooms, and office rooms that people yearn for. Today, people who can work wherever and whenever they like are describing a new era of work. In the United States, people who do not work in a specific place already account for 1/3 of the entire working population in the United States, and are growing at a rate of 10% every year.

Cui Jiefang rushed home, opened the door to the west room, glanced at the bed, closed the door, pulled out a knife from the knife rest in the main room, and walked outside. To sharpen a knife, slide the knife against the whetstone for a moment, then return to it with a smooth texture, then dry-sharpen it. Dry sharpening will hurt the knife. When he thought this, he stood up, took a basin and poured water on the whetstone. The whetstone that had been filled with water sharpened the knife much more easily. He moved it bit by bit, sharpening one side and then the other. He stretched out his index finger and swung it at the edge of the knife. The corner of his mouth twitched. The knife is fast! Then he put the knife into the water and swung it. The newly sharpened knife looked a little green, unlike the knife that had been eaten from wood and looked white and bright.

This winter is extremely cold. After staying in Beijing for a while, I knew the benefits of heating, but it was difficult to adapt to the coldness of my home. Staying up late at night, my hands and feet always feel cold, and turning the heater on to the highest setting doesn't help. I couldn't stand the cold anymore, and I was considering turning off the computer and going to bed when my cell phone suddenly rang. My first reaction was not to reach for my phone, but I jumped to the side - really shocked. Since returning from Beijing, my mobile phone has become a dispensable accessory. It is silent all day long. The only change is that the number of spam messages is increasing day by day. When I almost forgot about its existence, the phone popped out again. "Hey, do you know what time it is now? Aren't you afraid that I'll fall asleep if you call me at this time?" "It's 1:30 Beijing time. I know you must be awake!" The call was from Maizi.

The winter of 1975 was a snowy winter. Starting from October, the Altay grassland experiences heavy snowfall every week. The snow has completely sealed the Gobi Desert, and the deepest part of the snow is up to two meters deep. While patrolling, he accidentally fell into a snow pit, including the man and his horse. Located on the Sino-Soviet border, the place called the White House by shepherds and called the Irtysh River Beiwan Border Guard Station on military maps has become an isolated island. One sunny noon, there was a bulldozer No. 100 Of the Corps Stalin in front of us clearing the way, and a jeep military vehicle came from the border guard station. An old soldier got out of the car. The old soldier is not tall, about 1.62 Meters tall, but he is very majestic, or in Shaanxi dialect, he is "kui". He always puts his hands in his coat pockets and walks with a standard military step.

Zhang Sheng: Born in Jiaozuo, Henan Province in September 1969. Graduated from the Chinese Department of Nanjing University. Obtained a Ph. D. Currently, he is a professor in the Department of Cultural Industry of Tongji University. Mainly engaged in novel writing and cultural theory research. Chen Hui and his team had just left the hotel in their minibus, and before they left the urban area of ​​Wuyuan, the tour guide Yu Yu who was standing at the front of the bus picked up the microphone and started talking to everyone. She is a typical Jiangnan girl. She is about seventeen or eighteen years old. She is not very tall, about less than 1.6 Meters tall, but her skin is very fair. Although she has single eyelids, her eyes are dark and look very big. Like all the girls who work as tour guides, she dressed up smart and fashionable, wearing a white jacket on top, a pair of blue jeans on the bottom, and a pair of fashionable black canvas sneakers on her feet.

Chen Danian met Lao Qi at a symposium on the topic of collection last year. When the director of the Evening News Supplement who hosted the symposium introduced it to the participants, Chen Danian remembered that Lao Qi was a collector. Who expected to meet him again? Lao Qi said that he was a "rag collector." Chen Danian said, Mr. Qi, you are joking. Lao Qi said that I am really a "rag collector". Chen Danian suddenly looked serious. Chen Danian is not a person who likes to joke, especially if he thinks the joke is not funny, he will be very unhappy and even get particularly angry. Lao Qi, a one-time acquaintance, saw Teacher Chen's unhappy face and quickly explained that I know a friend who collects waste. This friend is not the kind of person who goes to the front line and takes the lead in collecting waste. He should be regarded as a transfer station. There are two district waste collection points in the city and I keep in close contact with this friend.

The glass doors of the teaching building are both open. In the distance, the grooming mirror in the middle of the hall reflects an almost bright and clear light, filling the surroundings with the kind of tranquility that makes miracles happen at any moment. Among the three girls walking in front, one of them was Fang Yingzi. After entering the door, they looked at themselves in the mirror in unison, as if they had a brief meeting with themselves, then smiled at each other and put away their respective secrets. Liu Feng, who was walking behind, went to the mirror and suddenly felt Eiko's charming smile in the mirror just now, like a retreat and hiding after a sudden look back. When I was awakened by their footsteps and giggles on the stairs, I realized that it was just my own guilty conscience. He hurriedly straightened his clothes and hair in the mirror, which were not messy. In fact, it was more to straighten out his panic.

The superiors assigned Houjiaping Village a task to capture six golden monkeys alive. So the village chief Hou Changshe started a vigorous monkey-catching campaign despite his father's objections. The monkeys were caught, but too many were caught. How to deal with the extra monkeys? Sell ​​them or let them go? The golden monkeys had their own ideas, and they started to act together... In the winter of the Gengshen Year of the 20th century, the weather was extremely cold. The deep mountains of the Qinling Mountains are overcast on top of the cold, the sky is gray, the sun has not been seen for nearly a month, and the water in the streams is almost solidified. There was no sound of rushing water, and the forest was as quiet as ever. The occasional chirping of birds was just a few lazily, one or another. The bamboo forest is densely packed, too thick to be dissolved, with layers of old green standing out, resisting this unbearable harsh winter. A fat bamboo rat emerged from the bamboo bush, turned around on the rock in a daze, and then burrowed back.

Since human beings have had selfish desires, there have been wars, whether from the same clan or from different races, swords and guns are facing each other, killing mountains and mountains. As a result, the rich Carthage was devastated by the looting of the Roman army. More than 60,000 corpses in the town of Waterloo were left forever in the swamp after the heavy rain. The dancing snowflakes in Moscow witnessed the tragic death of millions of people. Justice and evil, tenacity and cowardice, all appear under the light and shadow of the sword. Only the old man of history used his wise and meticulous mind to record a lot of steadfastness, a lot of bravery, a lot of sympathy, a lot of ugliness and injustice. And those past events that may not be known to many people... It was a bitterly cold day. On a bumpy chariot in the western battlefield of the Soviet Union, Simonov, a war correspondent for the Soviet Red Star newspaper, wrote a poem.

At the end of March and the beginning of April, the spring sunshine tightly grasped by God finally leaked through the fingers and became the weather, so with a "wow", spring was said to be here. Cao Zhifen is always full of joy at this time, like a little squirrel that has been dormant all winter and has just been awakened by the spring light. The difference is that the little squirrel is jumping up and down in search of food, while she is selling food, to be precise, selling barbecue. But before selling barbecue, one thing she likes to do is to go to Suihe Road Commercial Street, the most prosperous commercial street in Guzhou, to pick out a simple, elegant and chic spring dress for herself.

So boring, what to do? "First I want you to learn to stand up, then learn to stand, and then learn to walk with somersaults. Learn to push boxes, learn to show off your face, learn to run on horseback, and we will walk in the rivers and lakes..." Lao Qiao hummed a song. This song is very old. I don't know who sang it first. Ever since he learned it from his father, I heard that it has been passed down through many dynasties and generations. He and his father went to various places to play monkeys. On the way to move the show, his father led the monkeys and walked gracefully, most likely singing this song. His father's voice was a bit hoarse, probably from playing monkey for too long, and his voice was broken. When he sang those old songs, there was an indescribable sense of vicissitudes, as if the stories of thousands of winters and summers had turned into the autumn wind, blowing slowly across the hills and wilderness. He followed behind with a quilt on his back, listening to his father's music, from this village to that town, from this county to that city.

On the night of the second day of February 1917, it was stormy and snowy. The Ding Chao family of Chaoguanying Village on the bank of the Guihe River died suddenly after giving birth to their little daughter Siya. Her husband Ding Sanyuan was so depressed after losing his beloved wife that he gave his newborn Siya to a family surnamed Wen in Canfangying Village far away as a child bride. He also gave his four-year-old daughter Sanya to Dongbu Pu in Gulou, Xuanhua. Boss Wu became an adopted daughter... The book takes the life experiences of Si Ya and San Ya as the axis, and uses the rise and fall of the Ding family, Wen family, and Wu family as clues to show the joys and sorrows, separations, grievances, and ups and downs of Chang Genniang, Li Sanniang, Wen Liu, Aunt Mei, and Wu's wife.

Guangningwei, located at the foot of Jiuhe River in western Liaoning, is close to the famous mountain Yiwulu Mountain in Guandong. It is a treasure place with outstanding individuals and places. Since the establishment of the city in the early Tang Dynasty, after thousands of years, countless scholars, celebrities and talents have emerged. In Guangningwei, the most famous one is the "Juren Street" where Lin Mohan lives. Why call an ordinary street "Juren Street"? It turns out that since the era of imperial examinations, more than 200 candidates have been elected on this street.

I hope readers will remember this thrilling day: December 12, 2000. On the morning of December 12, 2000, a middle-aged man who claimed to be "about to become a death row prisoner" called Mr. Su Li, the editor of Chengdu's "Tianfu Morning News". According to the middle-aged man who was "about to become a death row prisoner", he said on the phone that he really enjoyed reading the long documentary work "I Wrote a Suicide Note for Prisoners in the Garden" that was serialized in "Tianfu Morning Post" on August 14, 2000. According to him, he was once a big boss with millions of assets and a wealthy family. Unexpectedly, he met the "county prince", an official and bandit who was more evil than the bandit.

In the ravine on the south bank of the Songhua River, there is a small village called Lanhanzigou. There was a landowner in Lahanzigou, and the owner was Ma Fu. The remaining seven or eight households are all long-term workers and tenants of his family. Ma Fu made a fortune raising horses and hired two young stablemen to herd horses for him. At most, he had two or three hundred horses. Every morning, the horses were released from the compound like an army going out for battle. Horses, small horses, big horses, and small horses, with clattering hooves, were surging and flowing down the lazy man's ditch like a river. The two young horsemen, carrying gunpowder guns on their backs, greeted the horses majestically, very proudly. One of the ponyboys was named Bai, and everyone called him Bai Xiaozi. In fact, his face is dark and not white at all. Ma Fu, the shopkeeper, said: "You little white boy should have a big size. It's not a good idea to call you by your nickname. I'll give you a name. Let's call it Bai Defu."

On August 16, 1998, the Intermediate People's Court of Changchun City, Jilin Province heard the case of a criminal gang with a gangland nature headed by criminal policeman Liang Xudong that once caused a sensation across the country. Seven main members including Liang Xudong were sentenced to death, and 27 others were sentenced to life imprisonment and fixed-term imprisonment. On September 19, the Jilin Provincial High Court rejected the appeal of Liang Xudong and others, and seven people including Liang were executed. This is the first case of a gangland nature that has been tried by a court in our country. It has attracted great attention from the top leaders of the Republic. Han Zhubin, the chief prosecutor of the State Supreme Procuratorate, once visited Changchun City to inspect and guide the preparations for the prosecution before the trial. This case caused strong repercussions in Changchun City and even Jilin Province. However, it also left a regret for the Changchun City Public Security Bureau and the entire political and legal department: Meng Fansheng, a key member of the gang, slipped through the crackdown.

"Hey, hello, Director Wei? This is Jia Huanhua. I really have something urgent to ask you this time!" The phone call finally came through. Jia Huanhua's hands shook even more, and his voice trembled: "Something happened on the construction site. Liu Zhu's hand was run over by the machine!" At this time, Liu Zhu held his right wrist with his left hand and stamped his feet to call his mother. Jia Huanhua glanced at Liu Zhu and cursed: "It's not like his head has fallen off. Don't step on the tail. I'm calling Director Wei for you!" Director Wei's voice on the phone also became anxious: "What happened? Tell me clearly!" "Two of his fingers were crushed off and he is still jumping around on the ground!" Jia Huanhua wiped the sweat from his head and looked at Liu Zhu who kept stamping his feet. "Okay! Okay! We'll go right away. You wait in the emergency room!"

After breakfast, Ni Wande went to the countryside to complete a special mission. It was more than twenty miles from Wudijimu to the countryside. After leaving the village, we kept going uphill. It took us three hours to drive slowly. After all, Ni Wande didn't need to travel such a long distance, he could explain things clearly on the phone. However, Ni Wande felt that this matter was not trivial, and he had to make the trip himself. Last night, Ni Wande tossed and turned in bed thinking about it all night. Ni Wande didn't tell Sandao the truth about such a big matter because he was afraid that Sandao would be worried. Ni Wande just said in an understatement that he would go to the countryside tomorrow. Santao didn't think much about it and said that for such a long journey, he would have to ask someone to take him there on a motorcycle. Ni Wande knew that San Tao felt sorry for him, so he promised, but actually did not implement it. Over the years, Ni Wande would not speak easily, even if it caused big trouble to others.

In the winter of 1960, a heavy snow covered the land of North China. The misty sky shrouded the silver-white fields, making the whole world very desolate. The willows and locusts on the roadside were wrapped in snow catkins, and were destroyed by the ruthless cold wind. The withered and yellow treetops couldn't bear the pressure of the snow, and they hung down helplessly, swaying in the wind, and Ling Xue struggled. They look forward to the sunshine melting the cold and the gentle breeze dispersing the gloom. Waiting for spring to return to the earth, sprouting, growing, and strengthening... Sixteen-year-old Qiu Yutong carried his schoolbag and walked alone on the suburban dirt road with more than half a foot of snow, trudging towards the long-distance bus station. From a distance, he does not look like a teenager, let alone a freshman in high school, but more like an old farmer who is over fifty years old and hunched over.

Ah Zhao was originally an ordinary worker in the county pharmaceutical factory. He developed a spiritual plaster, which was a non-professional invention and received a patent. He sold the patent to a Hong Kong pharmaceutical company B, and he received more than 700,000 US dollars at a time. After converting it into RMB, he transferred part of it to the black market. In a few years, he owned 4 million RMB. At this time, a domestic pharmaceutical factory was planning to cooperate with him to develop a bone spur spray, but he refused and burned the existing materials. He said: "There is no end to career, and there is no end to human fatigue. I have left a lot to the world. I will leave nothing to the world anymore, otherwise the world will accuse me of being greedy!" A ridiculous theory. Ah Zhao's hobbies are music and dancing.