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That year, I didn't get admitted to college. It's not a shame to say that, but not everyone can go to college. I'm not a careless person who doesn't think about anything, but on this matter, I really didn't think very far. I didn't think too far ahead, and it seemed like it wasn't just about going to college. Whenever something happens, I always get into trouble with others. I always can't figure out whether others are right or I am right. Many people say that I accept death. I have heard such words so many times that even I myself feel that I am such a person. Neither my father nor my mother went to college and have been farming all their lives. My dad said, how about farming? Farming is pretty good. Today's young people are running around to find work here and there, and the land is abandoned. It was a March morning, and the sky outside was blue and black. The branches of the jujube tree behind the house are spread out like an ink painting. I just love to see this jujube tree. When I was five years old, my dad brought back a sapling and planted it in the backyard.

Xu Jiayin was born in Shenyang in November 1982. She started writing novels when she was in high school, and her words were occasionally published. He studied computational mathematics at Dalian University of Technology. After graduation, he joined the army and served in the Equipment Maintenance Brigade of the Shenyang Military Region Headquarters, currently with the rank of lieutenant. What a wonderful evening it was. When Wang Wei saw Qiu Xiaochun, he picked up the beer bottle and threw it at him without saying a word. Although Qiu Xiaochun has no backbone, his skull is still very hard after all. The beer bottle exploded into pieces with a bang when he hit it. The fragments scratched Qiu Xiaochun's scalp and made his face bleed, which looked very scary. Speaking of which, the Expert House is a little unusual. Normally, you have to wait for half an hour to order a plate of scrambled eggs with green peppers. Today, the food was served surprisingly quickly. Even the abalone and seafood pot was served before the battle started.

At the end of 2005, I had a meeting in Dongguan. When he got in the car before the meeting ended, he received a call from Zhang Zhilin, saying that Mengmeng was seriously ill. He pondered for a moment, and then said that it was lung cancer. Now she has been transferred from Haikou to Guangzhou for treatment and lives in the Cancer Hospital of Sun Yat-sen University School of Medicine on Zhixin South Road. My heart suddenly sank after hearing this. For a while, I couldn't associate cuteness with terminal illness. On the way back to Guangzhou, I was in a daze. The way she appeared in front of me was always smiling like a flower and always in a good mood. Her brisk speaking tone, like reciting lines, made her stand out from the crowd. She is always associated with pride, superiority and elegance. She often wears black clothes and skirts, but she wears black in a gorgeous and dazzling way, showing a delicacy and nobility that is very different from the hurried and rough women of this era.

Xiaogengzhuang is named after Xiaogeng River. Xiao Geng River does not seem to be a real river, it is just a narrow and shallow water flow. To use the disrespectful saying of Gengzhuang people, it is like a child peeing. But no matter what, it is a stream of living water flowing from west to east all year round, so it still has to be called a river. There is naturally a bridge over the river, but it is just two trees lying side by side, with wheat straw and yellow mud filling the middle. This bridge connects the two villages in the south and north. The one in the south is called Nangengzhuang and the one in the north is called Beigengzhuang. On the county map, the two villages are black dots, which are called Gengzhuang. On weekdays, Gengzhuang people often omit the word "Geng" when talking about themselves, and only refer to Nanzhuang and Beizhuang. When they are far away from home, they say "Gengzhuang". Geng Dalong and Geng Xingliang were both from Nanzhuang, and sisters Ku Ni and Tian Ni, who later had many emotional entanglements with them, were from Beizhuang.

The day Xiao Gen received the admission notice from County No. 1 Middle School was the day the illegal mining farm where his father Lao Gen worked was bombed and closed. The mining field is so important to Xiaoxi Village. Most men work in this mine. Although they only earn four to five hundred yuan a month, these four to five hundred yuan are the capital of a family's livelihood. So when they heard that it was going to be bombed, all the men and women in the village rushed to the mountain early in the morning. The men were talking fiercely about how they wanted to deal with the government, but when they arrived at the scene and saw a large group of officials and police officers approaching menacingly, they became frustrated and dispersed.

Lian Tianlong did not expect that before the meeting ceremony of the new director, a brave guy would actually "blackmail" the dignified captain of the urban management and law enforcement brigade. Zheng Jianfei's appointment letter as urban management director was issued on January 12, 2009. The day after the appointment letter was issued, he steeled himself and went to the Urban Management Bureau. He met with Wang Daguang and Zhong Jinxiang, the two deputy directors of the Urban Management Bureau, and agreed to meet with all the urban management staff on January 14. The meeting ceremony was arranged at the Oriental Hotel, the only four-star hotel in the county. He also arrived at Fu Jianying's home that night and talked with him for a long time because he needed help from this pen-wielding old comrade on some matters.

The girl Nunu "lost" her soul in an ancient witchcraft activity. Her mother and the old priest did not hesitate to die in order to summon her soul. Many people are alive, but their souls have actually been separated. Only love can make people feel safe physically and mentally, and return their souls to their original place. The sun sets, the crows return to their nests, it's getting late, it's time for you to go home. --Translation of the Miao Soul Redemption Curse. When I dragged out the broken wooden box that had been sealed under the bed for decades, dusk was rolling in from all directions. Raquet breathed heavily, her hands holding the keys and locks trembling uncontrollably.

The car was driven by Zheng Rongfeng, and Huang Minhua, Wang Yu'e, Lu De and Liao Yuxing were sitting in the car together. They were talking and laughing along the way. When the car passed the Silver River section, Liao Yuxing said happily, "I wonder if my alma mater still remembers us..." Everyone laughed. As soon as the laughter subsided, Zheng Rongfeng's Crown car suddenly skidded, "Oops, the tire burst!" Zheng Rongfeng braked suddenly, Crown tilted its body to slow down, and a Passat behind it hit it like an arrow. The crown tipped over, belly up, and spun a few times like a top on the highway. Liao Yuxing ejected from the car, and it was estimated that the position where the Passat hit the Crown was directly opposite his seat. Others escaped death with only minor injuries. When I rushed to Yinxi Hospital, Wang Yu'e cried and told me the scene at that time.

Lu Aijun came to Shenzhen, and his classmate Luo Daqiang drove a truck to pick him up at Xixiang Passenger Terminal. They were classmates in elementary school. Luo Daqiang dropped out of elementary school after six years, and now opened a scrap collection station in Xixiang and worked as a small boss; Lu Aijun continued to study, and by the time he reached high school, he was already overwhelmed by math and had a headache from mathematics, but his father would not let him drop out of school. Lu Aijun's father is Lu Dayong. Lu Dayong said: "I want to go out to work at such a young age. Do you think I have never worked? When I was working in Shenzhen, you were not even a shit..." His father always kept talking further and further. Lu Aijun annoyed him more than math. Instead of annoying his father at home, it would be better to bother him with math at school.

In the summer of 1973, I left the No. 6 Middle School I attended and entered the society. It's not that I can't afford to study, but I'm afraid that the school will send me to the Zhejiang Corps. According to the policy at the time, one of my two brothers was required to go abroad, but my parents were reluctant to let me stay away from home, so they asked me to drop out of school. Of course, there was also a very confusing trend of thought at that time, which believed that studying was useless and that any kind of job would be better and more important than studying. My first job was to pull a pallet truck. The transportation company was located at Shuanglianqiao in the south gate. There were seven or eight trucks in the company, two big ones and about five small ones. Because of my strength, I was assigned to pull the cart. We call large trucks single-ton trucks, which means they can carry more than one ton. What is the concept of a single-ton truck? Just like a "double-jointed tow truck" running long distances, only strong people can serve them.

Qili Shasha City is behind Shagang. After crossing the sand for seven or eight miles, you will reach Qinghe River. After boarding the boat, I took a little pennies and looked a few feet away. Where the clear stream broke, a pile of broken snow piled up. I could see the mud walls, tile houses, and haystacks on the other side hidden in the greenery. As for the trees, they are in the shape of a ball, hugging the house, and are green and solemn. Most of them are independent courtyards, with a layer of tile eaves inadvertently peeking out of a corner, and birds fluttering over them, full of life. The sound of the cow mooing is long and long, making people go deeper. Wild flowers cling to the bank, piled up like steps, sloping to the river bank, spread out, and become moist. With the beautiful river breeze, they become wet, twist a handful, and splash onto the bank, seeping into the tile walls, and the moss is thick and green; it touches the face, soaks into the muscles and bones, and scents the clear river. With just one throw of the boat, it is the thick soil of Qin bricks and Han tiles. The edge of the bank is meandering, in the mist of willows and willows, there are flowers deep enough. When the fragrance wets my shoes and socks, I look up suddenly and see that the world is full of chaos.

At dawn, Wu Yi called home. The bell rang three times. Wu Gang picked up the microphone with his mouth and put it aside, and then barked three times. There was a hint of lingering in the cry, as if Wu Gang hadn't woken up yet, and he seemed to be blaming Wu Yi for working overtime again. This shows that Wu Gang slept well and Wu Yi was relieved. Wu Yi knew that after he hung up the phone, Wu Gang would still put the phone back to its original place. This is the result of three months of training. Only Wu Gang himself knows how many ham sausages he has eaten in three months. Wu Gang is a dog, raised by Wu Yi, with black elixir. Wu Yi suddenly remembered that he forgot to call his daughter last night. If his daughter knew that he had just called Wu Gang, she would definitely say that he was not humane but just a dog. Since their daughter went to college in the provincial capital last year, the father and son have developed this habit: every night at ten o'clock, Wu Yi calls and chats for five minutes.

I make earthen paper in the primitive jungle. A scalper named Clown is helping me make clay paper. The clown was called the clown because her tail was bitten off by a tiger after she was greedy for eating a large nest of thatch next to a hidden cave entrance. From then on, the back of her buttocks was always covered with dung, attracting a large group of flies flying up and down, which was very annoying. Mountain people like to lead wild horns, so they gave her such a nickname. I had no choice but to get closer to her later on, so I had to wash her butt in the ancient pool from time to time. The ancient pond is hidden under the Laohukeng Tea Mountain. At noon in summer, you can faintly see a huge stone-like tree lying across the bottom of the pond. The old cousin said that the water soaked the thousand-year-old pine trees and put up the ten thousand-year-old fir trees. In this way, it may be the fossil of a thousand-year-old tree. There are large and small areas of primitive jungle that are being developed everywhere - in fact, they are abandoned fields hundreds of years ago. The ridges of the fields are clearly visible, and the towering ancient trees in the ancient fields are difficult to hug.

That day, after Zhou Li got up from his nap, he walked out of the school gate humming a small tune with extremely leisurely steps. Not far from the guard, he raised his right leg high and made a motion to get out of the car. The clumsy guard always ordered Zhou Li to get off the bicycle every time when he was riding his bicycle. But today, he seemed to lack some imagination. He slowly turned his head to the side, as if he was turning a blind eye. When Zhou Li was crossing the pedestrian bridge, a man hurriedly came towards him. His clothes were not very eye-catching, but his eyes kept wandering around, looking around. The sun was still very strong in the afternoon, and the trees around the road were all dying and listless. The man must have been baking for a long time on the overpass.

After getting off the noisy and dirty red-shell bus and walking into the equally noisy and dirty long-distance bus station, Lei Huitong was surrounded by a group of women of various ages. The older one is selling a map of this city. Brother, buy one so you don't get lost when you go out. A few young women, their faces painted red and white, were soliciting guests for accommodation. They said nonchalantly, "Brother, our prices are cheap, and we have girls to accompany us." They didn't expect that the tall man with a flat head and a square face they pulled was Lei Huitong, who was so powerful in the past that the citizens were talking about him. He has served eight years in prison and returned to the city. The streets are full of hair salons. Lei Huitong heard someone say in the labor camp that the hair salons were full of prostitutes, but he didn't expect there to be so many prostitutes. He was afraid that each person had five heads, and there were many in this hair salon. Lei Huitong walked into a hair salon. He wanted to have a facelift and shave.

The black teahouse looks like a haunted house. Entering the black tea house is like entering a cave with small holes in it, which are private rooms. Xiaohan and I drank black tea in the candlelight of the small cave and talked a lot. I can't tell what kind of tea black tea is. I just think the taste is very mysterious and eerie. My eyes were fixed on the wall. On the wall is a desert, and on the desert is a white skeleton. I don't understand why this painting is called "Infinite Romance", not at all.

The day my father died was the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the weather in Maidi Village was extremely cold. It has been snowing for several days. It snowed during the day and froze at night. The snow was so frozen that it felt like a trance when you stepped on it. My father was lying in the tomb, his whole body cold. He ended his life in such an unexpected way. I knelt before the grave, caressing his body with my hands. The snow light reflected into the tomb, and I saw my father's face. His eyes were closed and his expression was peaceful, like a child sleeping peacefully. Yes, my father is asleep, he is dreaming. I stood up and shouted "Dad". I wanted to wake him up, but I knew he was dead and my father was dead. My voice slid across the snow, causing the scattered snowflakes on the icy trees to fly away. I looked at my father. There are no tears on my face and no sadness in my heart.

Guan Yunchu lived a long life and dominated the world. After Jiezhou fled and met Liu Bei and Zhang Fei in Zhuojun, he followed Liu Bei and fought in the north and south. He participated in most important battles during the Three Kingdoms period: the battle to annihilate the Yellow Turban Army, the battle for hegemony between Gongsun Zan and Yuan Shao, the battle of the princes to attack Dong Zhuo, the battle of Cao Cao's attack on Xuzhou to help defend Xuzhou, the Battle of Guandu, the battle with Cao Cao to destroy Lu Bu, the battle to defeat Yuan Shu who proclaimed himself emperor, the Battle of Chibi, and the battle for Jingzhou. Fighting with the Yellow Turban Army, he passed through Zhuo County, Julu County, and Nanyang County, served in Anxi County of Zhongshan State, and temporarily stopped in Xiami County of Beihai State, Gaotang County, and Pingyuan County of Pingyuan State. During the period of annexation and separatist rule by the princes, he traveled to Qingzhou, Yuzhou, Youzhou, Yanzhou, Xuzhou, Jizhou, and Yangzhou, and finally failed in Jingzhou. His footprints have traveled all over the ten provinces of Jin, Shaanxi, Hebei, Henan, Shandong, Su, Hui, Hubei, Sichuan and Hunan.

If he could be dismantled and tied into a broom, Jiang Peng really wanted to dismantle himself. It has been more than ten years since we saw such heavy snow. The fields, roads, farmhouses, and creeks were all covered in snow. The snow was knee-deep on the flat ground, up to the waist in the valleys and ditches, and even on the railway tracks above the ground there was half a foot of snow. The annoying thing is that the wind is blowing again, and the whirlwind fills the turnouts you just dug out with snow again, forcing you to dig out again. What made Jiang Peng even more angry was that as the deputy section chief of the Guandong Railway Depot, he couldn't get a few brooms. I went to see Lao Ding, the director of the material room, and he said that he didn't even have a broom head. There is a shortage of funds this year, and there has been no heavy snowfall in the past few years, so we are careless. I don't even buy a lot of brooms and shovels, and they're gone by the minute at more than 20 stations, but I have to protect this important point.

The reason why it is called a broken bridge is because the bridge is so damaged that it is about to collapse! The bridge railings on both sides were either missing arms or legs; the gravel road above them had long been pockmarked by cars and small four-wheel tractors. Whenever heavy vehicles pass by the bridge, the whole bridge will tremble as if there has been an earthquake of magnitude 8:00 or so. If it rains or snows, the bridge will turn into a puddle of thin mud. Once a car or tractor gets stuck in it, no matter how hard the driver scolds you, it won't help. The driver had no choice but to come down and buy a few packs of good cigarettes from a nearby shop. He nodded and invited a few strong laborers to push hard from the back of the carriage. The people in front had to drive hard to get out! One night, two peach blossoms under the broken bridge bloomed as red as flames, ignited by the sparks from the collision between men and women last night.

Wan Sheng, male, born in Shenyang in 1972, is a contracted writer with the Liaoning Provincial Writers Association. His works have been published in "Selected Novels", "Mountain Flowers", "Foshan Literature and Art", "Manchu Literature", "Yalu River", "Manzhong", "Liaohe" and other publications, and won the 4th Liaoning Literature Award. One day the horn suddenly came to me. It has been many years since I moved out of Hunhe, and the last time I met him was five years ago. My missing for him during these five years was like a glass of water dissolving and diluting a pill. At the beginning, I always thought about finding opportunities to go back to see him and play a few games of Go with him, but later this thought became less and less. City life is like an invisible noose, binding people tightly. Even if they have time, they just want to stay in bed at home.

Liu Xiaoji stood on the highway and called Zhao Weidong toward Tongshugou. He held a portable speaker in his hand and shouted, "Oh," then he arched his belly forward and called Zhao Weidong. Wang Shiwa's people always shout like this. They say "oh" first, like fertilizing the land, in order to make the following words louder. Liu Xiaoji just shouted like that, took a break, and then shouted again. No one answered, but Shan imitated his voice and replied, Oh - Zhao Weidong. As he shouted, the sun set over the Eagle Beak Cliff. He thought to himself that he had to go there in person, and a voice answered, "What's the matter?" Liu Xiaoji recognized Zhao Bao's voice and immediately laughed and cursed, "Old Geng, are you still here?"

When the train started, Xu Weidong suddenly sighed, but even he couldn't explain why he sighed. There was no one to see him off, and he didn't have to say goodbye to anyone. He was really afraid of being seen by some acquaintances. Fortunately, from the time he entered the station to the carriage, there was no trouble that he was afraid of. But he still carefully scanned the people in the carriage to make sure there was no familiar person before he felt at ease. This time when he went out, he asked for leave from his employer to do some work, but he and his wife Liu Xiangrong said that the employer was sending him to study, so he didn't want too many people to know. Thinking of this mysterious trip, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

I said to Li Gongliang: "You are the person I admire most in my life." Li Gongliang smiled, a little shy in his smile. Before he retired, he only served as the deputy director of a state-owned enterprise library, and his highest position was military division commander. In today's terms, he should be a military-level leader. It was in the spring of 1932. The company commander found Li Gongliang, who had just taken office as the platoon leader, and said: "The regiment commander just came to us for a meeting and said that the head of the newly formed Fourth Red Army Corps will come to our regiment to review the team." "Who are the officers who come to our regiment to review the troops?" Li Gongliang asked with a childish look on his face. He still didn't know what the organization of the regiment was. Although Li Gongliang is young, he has been a veteran for more than three years. It turns out that he is the messenger of the regiment leader, and his introducer to join the party is the regiment leader.

Qian Manchuan, who is nearly sixty years old, is a famous local rich man in the south of Qingzhou City. In recent years, as he grew older, the expectation that he had buried deep in his heart for a long time and watched his third son Qian Rushui become a scholar and glorify his ancestors during his lifetime has grown day by day. It can be said that getting stronger with age is becoming more and more urgent. How could a mere poor scholar become so obsessed with this rich man who has a wealth of money and beautiful clothes and horses? This starts with a lawsuit in the Qian family's early years. When he was fifty years old, Qian Manchuan's father started a lawsuit with a wealthy family named Zhang from a neighboring village over a good piece of land. Relying on their strong family fortune, the Qian family took out a lot of gold bars and boxes of silver coins at all costs, and managed them up and down, and communicated left and right, finally giving the lawsuit an 80% chance of winning.

Dongfang Hongmei finally walked out of the Han Tombs and finally entered the Han Tombs. Walking on the winding field path in winter, Dongfang Hongmei's mood could not be said to be relaxed, nor could it be said to be heavy. The snow on the ground was a little dazzling by the winter sun, but she still looked back at the Hanfeng Village getting farther and farther away from her and the tombs scattered on the fields, tightly wrapped in heavy snow. In Hongmei's view, this heavy snow has added a layer of protective wall to the entire Han Dynasty history of more than 2,000 years ago condensed in these seventy-two Han Dynasty tombs, large and small, so that it will not disappear or be forgotten. The tomb group composed of seventy-two tombs was like a huge maze, which made her walk and search for decades. Today, she finally saw the exit. Two hundred meters south of the tomb in front of you is the Duma River.

Everyone in Zhang Village knew that the second master of the Zhang family was black and skinny. Everyone in Zhang Village also knew that the second master of the Zhang family was not born as black as Heiyu. The black fish is only black on the back, and the belly is white, but the second master of the Zhang family has the same color on his belly and back: black. It was okay in the winter, as he was wrapped up in his clothes. But when the summer came, the second son of the Zhang family was so thin and dark, his skin was like paper spread with tung oil resting on his bones. Only after drinking five bowls of barley porridge in a meal did his stretched belly show a slight yellowish skin. He always likes to wear a pair of large, patched black pants all year round. People in the village said that where the second master of the Zhang family stood, from a distance, he looked like a black brick erected on the pile of an old locust tree. In an era when the people of Asia, Africa and Latin America were beating war drums, the people of Zhang Village did not know who gave the second master of the Zhang family a nickname: Second Master Congo.

Nowadays, you can meet a man in shabby clothes on the streets of Prague who has no idea what role he plays in the history of the great new era. He walked his own path humbly, not bothering anyone. At the same time, no news reporters bothered him asking him to speak. If you ask him his surname, he will reply simply and humbly: "Swijk." In fact, this kind, humble, modestly dressed man is our old acquaintance - the brave and fearless soldier Siwik. As early as the Austrian period, his name was already well-known among all citizens of the Czech Kingdom, and in the era of the Republic, his popularity remained as strong as before.

Lianhua was making dinner when she suddenly heard a dog howling loudly outside the door, which seemed to be the noise coming from her own home. Huahe can open the door by himself when he enters the house. Why do you call him that? She shuddered in her heart and hurriedly opened the door. As soon as the door opened, she couldn't help but scream "Ah" and the rice spoon in her hand fell to the ground. What was lying at the door was really her flower neck. Huahe's hind legs were injured, and its buttocks were covered in blood. It looked like it was struggling to crawl back, and there were intermittent traces of blood on the snow behind it. Huahe is her husband Hideo's die-hard follower and is inseparable all day long. It went out with its owner early this morning, and now it came back on its own with such serious injuries. Lianhua knew something must have happened to her husband.

Li Zhigang likes to go to the pier with Zhu Li, the third officer who has just begun to speak Japanese. He has his own little plan: he wants to buy a batch of "Tieguanyin" tea. In Japan, Chinese tea can be sold at a good price. Li Zhigang begged Zhu Li, the third mate: "If you contact the Japanese who are fishing in the port, I will give you benefits." The third mate agreed to help out of sympathy, but every time he talked to others about buying and selling tea, the Japanese thought for a while, but finally shook their heads and did not show the expected interest. The third officer was a little angry at Li Zhigang: "Don't make things difficult for me. This is called patriotism and obeying the law. It's not like us. As long as there are people who steal cars, there will be people who sell the stolen goods; if there are people who give bribes, there will be people who take bribes! I tell you You, the Japanese were very friendly to us sailors, but then our people stole the bicycles that were left unlocked outside the house, and the police found the stolen goods on the ship. From then on, they had reason to look down on us. "

Bao Dan was born in 1900 and was nicknamed Ba Guo. That year, the Eight Power Allied Forces invaded China and forced the Qing Dynasty to cede territory and seek peace. The people in Qiuzhuang hated the foreigners and Bao Dan's family. So when Bao Dan was born in Qiu Wanchai's family, the people in Qiuzhuang said: Another bad guy was born, and he would definitely be worse than the Eight Power Allied Forces when he grew up. So when Bao Dan could just walk, the villagers quietly called Bao Dan Ba ​​Guo. It was inconvenient to shout in front of the Qiu family, so he called Baguo, which made the Qiu family confused. Qiu Wancai is a wealthy man with a thousand acres of land. His family has land as far as the eye can see, endless hoards of grain, and a catalpa tree garden of 200 acres. There are flocks of mules and horses, tenants are connected to villages, and when mentioning the Qiu family in several counties around, everyone knows about their family business. Although the Qiu family is wealthy, they are notoriously stingy.

Only two people appear under the moonlight this night. What will happen between a man and a widow who have never met each other in the dark? The scenic area has just been developed, and the winding stone path up the mountain has been paved. The stone powder mixed with sparkling quartz particles on the stone path has not been washed away by the mountain rain. It is as new as the Saint's Hall waiting to be opened by King Caesar. You have to take off your shoes and walk on tiptoes carefully. The vegetation is not newly planted, but has grown there lushly and continuously for at least hundreds of thousands of years. It cannot be seen in the distance. The ones nearby are mainly yew, tulip tree, cypress and ginkgo, mixed with graceful thin-skinned pecans, gorgeous large-leaf magnolia and tassels covered with dark blue berries. The tree is very quiet, and you have to be patient to see that it is growing. It is not only lush, but also strong and reliable. Because the soil is moist and the trees on the mountain are airtight, it is difficult for people to get in.

"Will you still be able to work in the future?" Third uncle's finger dug into Bawan's eye socket. Instead of Bawan hiding his head, the finger dug into the eyeball. The third uncle coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, spit it on the ground, put 300 yuan into his pocket, packed the eight bowls of cigarettes that he had brought out for the reception, and packed them into boxes, and jumped off the kang angrily. A chicken was pecking at the spit that Third Uncle had spit on the ground. Third Uncle kicked the chicken, and the chicken flapped its wings, causing a burst of dust to fly up. Ba Wan always kept a smile on his face and bowed to send his third uncle out. When he got to the gate, his third uncle had one foot outside the gate and turned around and yelled: "Don't send me away. If you don't invite your uncle when the family has something to do in the future, this family will be broken." "Look at what my uncle said, this is a relative that can't be cut with a steel knife. How can we say it's broken."

2035 AD, New York slums. A factory that has been abandoned for many years is burning. The flames lit up the night sky, eclipsing even the brightly lit bustling city that never sleeps in the distance. Countless ambulances, fire trucks and police cars surrounded the burning building, and all kinds of sirens intertwined together like a frightening chorus. Amidst the busyness, a black car with police license plates parked quietly outside. The car door opened and a man in a long black trench coat came out. The heat wave that hit his face made him involuntarily adjust the goggles on the bridge of his nose, and then walked slowly towards the burning building. His calmness was incompatible with the hustle and bustle around him, but his actions were like the most erratic ghost, and no one noticed his arrival.

In the second semester of the sixth grade of elementary school, the class teacher Yang told us that the entrance examination for elementary school and junior high school is called the junior high school entrance examination, the entrance examination for junior high school and high school is called the middle school entrance examination, and the entrance examination for high school and university is called the college entrance examination. We didn't understand these before. In the past, we only knew about the small test and the big test. Teacher Yang also said that students do not fill in the application form for the preliminary examination. Those with average grades will be assigned according to the nearest home address. Those with outstanding academic performance were all admitted to Datong Middle School. If your grades are outstandingly bad, you will not be accepted anywhere. You can just go home and sit there. Chang Eater said, can't you stand? Do you have to sit down? Teacher Yang was not angry at all about eating meat often. She smiled and said, standing is fine. If you can stand if you eat meat often, just stand properly. If you are tired of standing, sit down. The classmates all laughed. Teacher Yang is such a good teacher and makes fun of students.

Zhou Jianxin, male, Manchu, first-class writer, was born in Xingcheng, Liaoning Province in the winter of 1963. He has published 8 novels including "Laotan", and more than 100 short and medium-sized novels in literary journals such as "Contemporary" and "October". His works have been reprinted many times in "Novel Monthly", "Selected Novels", "Xinhua Digest", etc., And he has won the Liaoning Literature Award many times. He has won the National Horse Award and the Liaoning Outstanding Young Writer Award. Currently working for Liaoning Huludao Federation of Literary and Art Circles. It is not difficult for one person to move a few people, but what is difficult is to move thousands of people. It is not difficult for a person to make a few contributions. What is difficult is to only make contributions throughout his life and not ask for anything. It is not difficult for a person to get a few praises. What is difficult is to receive unanimous praise without any noise.

The publication of "Snob's Face" can play a role in exposing snobbery and alerting the world. Snobbery is a very stubborn evil in human society and a major weakness of human nature. William Makepeace Thackeray, a famous British writer in the 19th century, used humorous and pungent language to comprehensively and thoroughly describe the faces of various snobs, which caused a huge sensation in British society at that time. To this day, we can still see all kinds of snobs in various countries and groups.

"Robinson Crusoe" Everyone's life will not be smooth sailing, and they will always encounter some accidents and difficulties. When accidents and difficulties come, we should learn to accept and face them, look at the world with a positive and optimistic heart, and have beautiful desires, expectations and beliefs for the world and tomorrow. Just like the protagonist Robinson Crusoe, he was living on a desert island. In the twists and turns of hardships, he was brave, fearless, alert and decisive, self-reliant and perseverant, showing the masculinity of a man. Open the book and feel the beating pulse and the flame of life.

The villages coaxed the townships, and the villages coaxed the counties, all the way to the provincial party committee office. --Folk songs of Huanghua County. The mayor of this town, Zhang Fuhai, came back from the county and went to play with Widow Qin for a while. After returning home, he was woken up by a knock on the door after a short sleep. Mayor Zhang was a little unhappy. From a deep sleep. If you pull it hard, the feeling will be quite unpleasant. Mayor Zhang went to the province to attend the commendation meeting for civilized towns. The quota for civilized townships is expensive, one per county. After the meeting yesterday afternoon, Mayor Zhang stopped by the county government for a walk. County Magistrate Cui said that he had picked up a big deal this time, and I was sorry that it was difficult for us to convince the public. Mayor Zhang led County Magistrate Cui and his team into Shutai Restaurant, a restaurant they often frequented, and started having sex.

Wan Mayangjin, female, Tibetan, born in 1962, currently works at the Federation of Literary and Art Circles of Gannan Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture, Gansu Province, and is the editor-in-chief of "Gelsanghua". He is a member of the Chinese Minority Literature Society and a member of the Gansu Writers Association. Since 1982, she has published poems and prose works, which have been selected into "Their Lyrics", "Selected Poems of Contemporary Chinese Women Poets", "Lyrics of the West", "Selected Poems of Contemporary Tibetan Poets", "Poems of Gansu", "21st Century Prose Selections", etc. She is the author of poetry collections "Shadow of the Sun", "Selected Poems of Wan Mayang Jin", and a collection of essays "Touching the Purple Grass Spike", which has won many provincial and above awards. The sixty-year-old girl has not seen her younger brother Wangxiu for more than two months. I had just returned home from the morning shift and unlocked the door. Gongbao, a fellow villager, followed him in. Gongbao brought news that his younger brother Wangxiu had returned home. Gongbao also said that Wangxiu was ill and was lying on the kang.

At the end of Wangchuan River, there is Manghuang Tower. "Why? You must give me a reasonable explanation." Yao Guang slowly turned around and looked at the person who had quietly appeared behind him at some point. He saw that his body was full of violence, and his angry pupils merged with the bloodthirsty golden light in the night. Pei Shiyu curled his lips, and the long wind blew up his cloak. He stood beside her, talking about everything in the palm of his hand with a decisive attitude that looked down on the world. "I don't love you..." He spread his arms, closed his eyes, and laughed with the utmost sadness, tears flashing in the corners of his eyes, "Yao Guang, I have never been able to fall in love with you, so I can only kill people.

This work is the latest full-length masterpiece by the famous local writer Tao Shaohong. It narrates the entrepreneurial struggles of three generations of a family, spanning nearly 100 years. It is a history of family, entrepreneurship, and spiritual inheritance. It is also a work that realizes the Chinese dream through family dreams, promotes the main theme, promotes core socialist values, displays Hunan regional culture, displays traditional Chinese culture, conveys moral spirit, and spreads social warmth. The language of the novel is exquisite and full of tension; the characters in the novel are vivid, depicting outstanding figures such as Cen Lishe and Cen Guoren; the novel spans a large time and space, has a rigorous and reasonable structure, and is profound and profound. The work is a key topic selection project of Hunan Literature and Art Publishing House in 2016 and a key publishing funding project of Hunan Province in 2016. It is one of the important works of Hunan local writers that has won the national "Five Ones" Project Award and the "Mao Dun Literature Award".

Horses want, horses want, horses want. Liu Junbiao shouted three times in a row, but I didn't respond. I lowered my head and read a small picture book. This little picture book belonged to Liu Junbiao. At noon, I exchanged it for the price of a piece of fruit candy and read it all afternoon. I had to return it to him when we gathered at the team's drying ground after dinner. But as soon as I brought the little picture book home, my mother asked me to send the tea tube to the field, saying that my father forgot to bring water. I curled my lips for a long time and refused to move. My mother slapped me on my bare back and told me that you could eat faster than a rabbit and that you could be lazier than a dead snake in doing things. I quickly threw the small picture book on the table, picked up the tea tube and went out. I knew that if I rubbed it again, it would no longer be a slap on my bare back, but probably a broom handle.

The old clothes and quilts are in the old house, and the old boxes and cabinets are in the old valley. Old tea and old wine reminisce about old love, and old couples enjoy old happiness. An ordinary eighty-one-year-old man wakes up on an ordinary morning. For a moment, the old man named Zeng Fengqing was as ignorant as a baby. In another moment, he came back to his senses, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a color filter, dim and soft. The bed beside me was empty, and my wife Gao Caiying had gotten up and left at some point. He dressed, washed, opened the door, walked to the balcony, and stretched a few times. This is a three-story building in Songkou Ancient Town. It has a single courtyard and is half new but not old. There are several lychee and yellow-skinned fruit trees scattered in the yard, with lush branches and leaves. Outside the building, a few hundred meters away, you can see a clear river, long and far-reaching.

When Yao Jinnv was sixteen, she suddenly felt a tremor in the quiet air of Lucheng Town. This kind of tremor came from the north side of the town. The sound of metal grinding was deep and rhythmic, from far to near or from near to far, passing through the usually quiet and gentle soil layer, and then through the soil, it was transmitted to the walls, windows, door frames, beds, tables and chairs. Although the heavy rolling sound was broken down into slight tremors, the soft wind and rain of the countryside were obviously infused with a hard element. The strange thing is that when Jinnu asked people around her, they all said they didn't feel it. "Is there any trembling? You are too nervous to think blindly." My sister Jin Duo shook her head and continued to do her thing with the rag. Jinnu asked her mother and brother again, and they both said they didn't feel it. It's really weird.

One day in the late spring of the 29th year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty (1903), a light carriage drove up on the rural official road outside Gulong City, an important town in Liaodong on the Yalu River. The people in the car were none other than Zuo Jiancheng, the new magistrate of Gulong City, who had just come from the capital on a business trip, and Master Dai, the county government officer, who went to the state capital specifically to welcome him as he took office. This official road is not far from the Yalu River. A few days ago, the glaciers were thawing and the Yalu River was flooding with spring water. The hard dirt roads on the official roads that had been frozen all winter had become muddy and extremely difficult to walk on due to the potholes. The driver would jump out of the car from time to time and shout and pull the cart and horse. Although he was extremely careful, his whole body was already covered with mud.

To tell the story of Zhang Honglin, we must first talk about Yinlong Cave, because his story is related to Yinlong Cave. Standing on the Zitong Palace Mountain in the east of the city and looking down, the small county town where we live is surrounded by an oval city wall, like a big goose egg that is hatching, lying quietly in the embrace of the mountains, patiently waiting for the day to break out of the egg. The city has four gates, southeast and northwest. Among the four gates, only the east gate has a half-moon-shaped moon city, which the locals call "Weng City". After leaving Wengcheng and going east about three miles to Bailong Temple, there is a rippling blue sea. The locals call lakes "Haizi". For example, there is a lake as small as a pearl on Nantianba in the south of the city called Qinghaizi, but the lake in the east of the city is not called Haizi, but Yinlong Cave. It is said that many years ago, there was indeed a Hidden Dragon Cave in the deepest part of the current lake bottom, which was also the lowest point of Mizutrough.

Li Sa, a recent graduate of Beijing University, is beautiful and intelligent. During her internship, she encountered an unjust murder case. She was kind-hearted and went around asking for help and running for the felons she had never met. Just when things were about to come to light, she was inexplicably kidnapped by gangsters. After escaping from death, she was unjustly imprisoned because her best friend Jin Yue'er was brutally murdered by her lover and blamed on her. While she missed the qualification to be recommended as a graduate student by Jinghua University, she also suffered from pain. Losing the love of your heart... The story has ups and downs in the fate of the characters, the emotional entanglement is tear-jerking, and the ending is disappointing. In particular, it provides a profound analysis of some helpless emotions in the world of mortals and the dark side of human nature.

Ding Xiao walked outside the gate and looked back at the window of Liu Jinxiu's office. She saw that only her window in the whole building was open, and knew that Liu Jinxiu was still in the office at this time. Suddenly, a feeling of emptiness made her feel that the entire building behind her was frozen in an indifferent silence. It was only then that she painfully felt that in the contest between her and Liu Jinxiu, she had won but lost. The next day, at the venue where the employment contract was officially signed, no one saw Liu Jinxiu and Ding Xiao. It can be said that Liu Jinxiu's absence was expected by people, but Ding Xiao's absence on such an occasion made people feel somewhat strange.

There is a fishing village on Daliang Island in the Bohai Bay called Jiangjunmao. It is not that this fishing village produced any generals, but that the sea near this village is rich in abalone. The native name of abalone is "Jiangjunmao". Abalone has a bulging shell that resembles the hat worn by officials in the Qing Dynasty, so fishermen call it "general hat". This small fishing village got its name from this. Jiangjunmao Village has a history of hundreds of years, and the people here have made a living by fishing for generations. In particular, their village is famous for its abalone. During the Qing Dynasty, the abalone here was a tribute, a delicacy specially given to the emperor. Jiangjunmao Village has gone through dynasty changes. The era of tribute is long gone and it is moving towards the era of reform and opening up. When the country resumed the college entrance examination in 1977, a "scholar" emerged from the small fishing village named Zhang Baoyu. His parents gave him this name in the hope that he would be an official. In fact, Zhang Baoyu was only admitted to a non-prestigious school in Beijing - the University of Fuel Industry.