The opera in the window
The woman leaned on the window and looked across the river. The wind blew faintly from the river, and it felt no different than usual. She lived on the penultimate floor of the penthouse, the street was far below, and even the noise of the cars coming and going on the road rarely reached here. Just as the woman was about to turn away from the window, she suddenly noticed that the light in the old man's room across the street had been turned on at some point. It was not yet late, it was still bright outside, and the light in the old man's room was not obvious, it felt like a street light on under the sun, or like a candle lit by someone at the window in a brightly lit church.
The pest lives in my heart
When my father died, the will divided the property fairly: the house and everything in it was given to me, and the deposit equivalent to the house was left to my sister. After the funeral, we started to pack the house. My sister found an old suitcase in the study, and she looked up at me with complicated eyes and an indescribable sense of disconnection: "Dad has a whole box of calligraphy and paintings."
The Brave moments in the dream
A long time ago we were in the deep mountains, that year grandmother was eighty-eight years old, I decided to take her away. I packed my bags and walked with Grandma to the side of the dirt highway to wait for the bus, and waited for a long, long time. I said to Grandma, "From now on, you will follow me and live with me in Urumqi." I had planned how the two of us would live and what kind of house we would rent. Grandmother gently agreed, but said nothing. Only later did she say, "It's not that I don't want to be with you. I am afraid of dragging you down." I couldn't stop the tears, but I said, "Grandma, we'll live together, don't be afraid." Then the car came and we got in. I was seasick and kept getting out of the car and vomiting along the way. Grandmother also followed and got out of the car to rub my back. Then the car passed by a small wilderness store, we got off to rest. The store only offers fried fish, so I bought some for my grandmother. Grandma had never eaten anything fishy, but she ate a lot that day. We rode for seven or eight hours in a row through the mountains and forests, and we were all tired and hungry from the bumpy ride.
The princess and the toad
A few years ago, our family adopted a 1 year old Siberian-born Eskimo we named Princess Masha. Like all Siberians, Masha loves to be outdoors. After her regular nightly walks, she would sleep fully stretched out on the cold rooftop in the front yard of the house.
On the Run
The man had a long beard and was already a bit old, simply too old for the woman. There was also a child there, a very small child. The child kept crying and crying because he was hungry. Even the woman was hungry, but she did not say a word, and when the man looked towards her, she smiled a little, or at least tried to smile. The man was equally hungry.
The Blue Eyes
There is a pair of natural enemies in the antique industry, that is, the counterfeit paintings and look at the fake paintings. Fake paintings, the painstaking efforts, using all the tricks, in order to deceive the look fake paintings of the pair of sharp and tricky eyes; look fake paintings, but with the eyes to see through the sky, see through the trick, pinch the guy did not hide the tail tip of the fake, play a bunch of paintings to stretch it out, dry in broad daylight.
When the rose blooms
The old gardener cultivated many, many varieties of roses. Like a bee, he sent pollen from this flower to that flower, hand-pollinating it in all the different kinds of roses. In this way, he bred many new varieties. These new varieties became his beloved treasures, and aroused the envy of those who refused to work as hard as the bees. He never picked a single flower to give away. Because of this, he got a reputation of being selfish and obnoxious. A beautiful lady once came to visit him. When this lady left, also empty-handed did not take a flower, only mouth repeatedly muttered the words of the gardener to her. From then on, besides calling him selfish and obnoxious, people regarded him as a madman, and no one paid any attention to him anymore.
The Mayor's Poverty Alleviation Policy
The city implements key poverty alleviation projects, stipulating that cadres above the division level are required to package villages and households, and the secretary-mayor has also taken the lead in identifying contact households.
The 100-year old store
Back in the 1980s and 1990s, when I first started running around the mainland with my backpack, one of my important tasks was to visit the so-called "century-old restaurants" around the world to try their famous specialties. The reason why I have to add quotation marks to the word "century-old restaurants" and drop the word "so-called" as a somewhat reserved and somewhat less polite adjective is that after running this round, I found that most of the century-old restaurants have long failed to live up to their names. Not only are the products far from the old legends, but even they are still the original store is also very suspicious.
The vampire in the cab
Bad things often come together in a hurry. This of course belongs to the general theory. But if several bad things do come together, it is not a generalization. Missing a girl you were supposed to meet, losing your shirt button, seeing someone you don't want to see on the train, getting a toothache, rain coming on your doorstep, getting stuck in a cab due to a traffic accident - if any jerk says something bad is going to come together, I'm sure I'll knock him to the ground.