The unbreakable egg
A Padua hen, born and raised in a farmhouse near the city of Parma, has a problem: the shells of the eggs she lays are easily broken. The reason for this is that all the other hens eat small stones and lime particles, so the eggs they lay have strong shells, while she only eats wheat, sorghum and corn kernels, or small worms, which she eats in rose, black and various other colors, but never small stones or lime particles, because she cannot digest them. If by chance he eats a stone, it stays in his stomach all day and keeps him awake all night, so that the eggshells he lays are easily broken.
Myanmar, a rain-soaked morning. The light of misery talks over the high walls and shines into the prison yard. The death row cells are nailed with two layers of bars, like small cages for animals. Each cell was about 10 feet square and contained nothing more than a plank bed and a jug of drinking water. In several other cells, brown-skinned death row inmates crouched silently behind a barricade, wrapped in sheets, as they were to be hanged in a week or two.
The Death of a Civil Servant
One fine evening, a moody plebeian Ivan Dmitry Chervyakov, sitting in the second row of seats at the theater, was watching the light opera "The Bells of Korneville" with his binoculars. He watched the performance and felt immensely happy. But suddenly ...... novels often appear this "but suddenly". The writers were right: life is indeed full of unexpected events. But suddenly, his face scrunched up, his eyes rolled upward, his breathing stopped ...... he put down his binoculars, lowered his head, and he ...... sneezed! He sneezed, you see. No matter when or where, who sneezes cannot be prohibited. The crop duster sneezes, the sheriff sneezes, and sometimes even the dignitaries are inevitable. Everyone sneezes. Chervyakov did not panic, took out a small handkerchief to wipe his face, and, like a polite man, looked around: did his sneeze splash anyone? But then he couldn't help but panic. He saw that a little old man sitting in the first row of seats in front of him was wiping his bald head and neck with his glove and muttering something under his breath. Chervyakov recognized the man as General Brizarov, the third-ranking civilian officer, who served in the transportation department.
The morning of a sniper
At eight o'clock, the sniper was in the kitchen drinking tea when a dense, wet snow began to fall from that point on. The flying flakes soon filled the gray space outside the window and stained the cornice. Sniper finished his tea, rinsed his cup, opened the air window, and looked out toward the street for a moment. Roofs and trees had turned white, but the wet tarmac stubbornly emerged from the snow.
An unprecedented visit
For me, it is almost rare to have a major illness before the age of 55. Half a century, some minor ailments, due to the lack of attention, the perennial accumulation of heavy, and lead to serious consequences. One of the most distressing is the mental system problems: neurasthenia, insomnia is a common phenomenon, giving the impression that the spirit is depressed, not old before the decline. This was compounded by a good sip of wine, of which there were two fainting spells in five years. The diagnosis: the first time was cerebral hypoxia, the second time was cerebral ischemia. That was in 2013, and since then, taking medication all year round to expand my blood vessels has become a regular part of my life. Under the effect of the medication, my body gradually returned to normal. But the old problem of alcoholism has not changed, and two years later, feeling good about myself, I stopped the medication without permission.
A Visit to Yanji
It was a little after ten o'clock at night when I arrived in Yanji. I stepped off the plane gangway in the slow and soft wishing voice of the flight attendants. The cool breeze instantly brushed my cheeks, feeling the 22-degree summer, I thought of this commercial on TV and the Internet, and the refreshing coziness permeated my heart. The waiting hall was bright, and the electronic screen flashed the scenery of "Jindalai under Changbai Mountain", "Jindalai Fragrance Full of Border City", and "Rooster Hearing Three Countries and Looking at the Ocean". Two hours ago, I was in the seaside Rizhao, and now I am standing in the place that makes me dream.
The old captain and his lover
The old captain from the day I went ashore, although someone occasionally mentioned him in my ears, but I never saw him again, it has been forty years. Whenever my mind drifts through the floating clouds of that life on the water, the shadow of the old captain will flash before my eyes, and I will think of this old captain!
The Wooden Boat
My hometown, in a word: "poor countryside", lack of everything, lack of money, lack of roads, lack of tall buildings. Every midnight, the lone street lamp cast a vague yellow light, shining on the scattered houses, can not help but give people the feeling of desolation and dilapidation. But there is one thing that the hometown will never lack, and that is the inexhaustible flow of the river.
The Sakura Lake at Night
Youth is no longer, how many people sigh that the years are passing so fast; the best time to linger in the big beautiful cherry blossom lake is at the intersection of April and May, don't miss the good time to enjoy the cherry blossoms and the lake. At this time the cherry blossoms are drunk and awake, awake and drunk; at this time the moon spurts out from the sea, crawls all the way, hangs on the east shore of the cherry blossom lake, doing the pure and wordless dialogue between the moon color and the lake color. Shen soft and not Yang night oh, you in the spring breeze of drunkenness slightly shake, lightly rub, wander, leaking diffuse ...... at once, the cherry blossom lake got intoxicated, people in the lake also dyed the night smoked brew, together to get drunk.