dawjackson
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Pickles from hometown
My hometown is among the Taiyi Mountains, the south of the east is the mountainous land, a small river from the south of the village to the north slowly flowing, into the Chaibun River. There is a kind of vegetable called vetch, which is the raw material for making savory dishes.
By dawjackson2 years ago in Fiction
Memory of Mang Mountain
The first time I saw Mang Mountain, it was still raised in the deep mountain people do not know. That day, after a long and bumpy bus ride, I was drowsy and felt a cool breeze surround me when I stepped on Mang Mountain, and the fatigue of the journey was suddenly swept away. We found a local to be our guide, and a group of people followed the river and entered the mountain. With the sunset glow, the guide led us towards the ghost fortress. While we enjoyed the craggy peaks, waterfalls and pines, the clear streams and emerald valleys, the water and the mountains, we listened to the story of the late Ming and early Qing dynasties when the team of King Li Zicheng released water and pretended to be ghosts and gods to break the Qing soldiers. The guide is a state farm employee, dark face, messy hair, a simple smile, a pair of bright eyes look bright. As he walked, he used his right index finger to point out a scenic spot on the side of the mountain. Listening to the ear-splitting sound of the waterfall, I felt as if I heard the King's troops shouting, the sound accompanied by the sound of the waterfall shaking the sky and earth.
By dawjackson2 years ago in Fiction
Taste of the old town
For a long time, I have not been back to my hometown. My hometown is a distant town far from modern civilization, lying quietly at the foot of the Mingyue Mountain. In my memory, the clear Baishui River was like a long dragon passing through the town. The white and smooth pebbles on the river bank, reflecting the mountains and mountains, tell the story of the vicissitudes of the years.
By dawjackson2 years ago in Fiction
Lilacs blossoms
The old house will finally be dismantled and "packed" with the yard in the spring, and everything is settled, except for the lilac tree that is full of buds, which I, a middle-aged man in my fifties, have to think about. Because it was my mother's most beloved "object" during her lifetime, I could not let it perish with the old house. So it took a lot of effort to get it up and move it to the courtyard of my bungalow in the small town.
By dawjackson2 years ago in Families
Grandma's small fireplace
A few cool breezes, a few cold rains, autumn is gradually going to the depths, the cold winter is coming. I often think of the winter of my childhood, of my grandmother's small fireplace, her kind smiling face, the warmth of that small home, although simple, but full of childhood memories.
By dawjackson2 years ago in Families
Top U.S. concerns about China today
At a time of war between Russia and Ukraine, the attention of the U.S. government and the public remains quite focused on China: First, the U.S. ambassador to the United Nations continues to urge the U.N. Human Rights Council to release a report on human rights abuses in Xinjiang, arguing that the report must be made public. Second, executives of hundreds of top U.S. technology companies, including Google, Amazon, Microsoft and others, have called for competition laws to enhance U.S. economic competitiveness against China, including chip manufacturing. In addition, members of the U.S. Congress introduced two bills to ban exports of U.S. oil and petroleum products to China and the Chinese Social Media Reciprocity Act.
By dawjackson2 years ago in The Swamp
Space-Time Ring Chain
The wind, a light breeze, seemed to want to blow away all the heat; unfortunately, its power was so small that it not only failed to take away the heat, but also added to the stuffiness. It was the hottest time of the summer, the time when students were on vacation, but the time when a strange school opened. Panjiva, a school located on a man-made island on the seashore, literally floating on the surface of the sea, the only city connected to it is called Xiongcheng, and many people only know these points, and then fail to reveal its more mysterious side.
By dawjackson2 years ago in Fiction
Blade 1939
Winter 1939. Shanghai. The night is like a charm. Near the office building of the Japanese Special Branch. A dark figure is hidden under a canopy of holly trees. The man is dressed in night clothes, wearing a mask, with two eyes shining like cold stars. He was alert to the gap between the sentry's change of guard, grabbed the sewer pipe with both hands, stomp stomp stomp, in the blink of an eye, like a gust of wind drifted into the second floor classified room.
By dawjackson2 years ago in Fiction