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The cat city
The young man was carrying a bag and traveling alone through the landscape. He did not have a specific destination. He got on the train and got off at any place that caught his interest. Stay in a hotel, visit the market, stay as long as you like. When he was satisfied, he continued to travel by train. This is his usual way of vacation.
By Moxadple ggg3 years ago in Fiction
One thousand pieces of sugar paper
During the summer vacation in the first grade, I went to my grandmother's house in Beijing as a guest. It was the age of "seven years old and eight years old to be disliked", and a girl named Shixiang from the next yard came to be my friend, and we played all kinds of games to make grandma's house restless. My cousin was recovering at my grandmother's house, and she couldn't sit still any longer. One day, she said to us, "Do you know what it means to be tired?" Shixiang and I looked at each other and laughed without a name. Yes, what does it mean to be tired? We never thought about it. Tiredness is so far away from us. Sometimes I hear grown-ups say, "Oh, I'm so tired." They are tired because they are adults. When we finally stopped laughing, my cousin said, "Doesn't Sehyang have some candy paper, why don't you spend some time saving it?" I remembered that Sehyang did let me visit some of the candy paper she had saved, which were dozens of beautiful pieces of cellophane, stuck inside a thin book. But I was neither interested in her sugar paper nor did I find it interesting. But Sehyang was interested, "Why do you want us to save the candy paper?" "If you save up a thousand pieces of candy paper, your cousin will give you an electric dog, the one that barks."
By Moxadple ggg3 years ago in Fiction
The 64 Grand Street
Recently, I went to No. 64 Wangfu Street. This is actually an old sign, but now it's no longer called that. It was the former site of the China Writers' Association and the All-China Federation of Literary Societies, known as the "Wenlian Building", and was also converted into the office of the Commercial Press many years ago. What I went to do, I do not remember. I only remember that I was driven by an inexplicable force, and I hunched up the steps of the first floor and a half, and gently pushed open the long-lost door. The moment the door opened, I almost felt dizzy. I peered fearfully, searching, hoping that it had better be different, that it was no longer some small auditorium. But it still seemed to be the same, the layout hadn't changed, the new owner hadn't even done the bare minimum of renovations, and a familiar old-fashioned aura came over me. The hall was empty, very empty, and I even felt very desolate. Suddenly, my ears rang with the sound of roars and growls, and then, something fell heavily on the floor with a loud thud. I quickly fled and jumped down the stairs, rushed out the door, straight to the busy street. The street was as calm as ever. The traffic and people were moving senselessly, like time without beginning or end. But this did not reduce my nervousness, my heart was still pounding.
By Moxadple ggg3 years ago in Fiction
The sleepwaker
My husband is an idle person. I, on the other hand, am the complete opposite, working hard all day long. I am a lawyer by profession. However, it is not accurate to say that my husband is idle. Yes, my husband does nothing, but he is not idle, but busy all day long, he is one of the least idle men I know. What is he busy with? Damn it! He spends all his energy on countless other affairs. In a word, cheating on me. Does it mean that to have fun, and to have fun with many women in turn - I counted the eighth one not long ago - is to be idle? Whoever says so, he doesn't know what pleasure is all about. My husband spends all his time, idle or not, even in his dreams, not for anything else but to think up tricks to hide from me and cheat on every woman he gets his hands on.
By Moxadple ggg3 years ago in Fiction
The -42 degrees
It is wearing thick cotton shoes, but also with bare feet on the ice. The "cold" is no longer called cold, but "pain". The forehead and the back of the head have the kind of pain when being hit hard. The nose was in so much pain that I had to breathe through my mouth. And the ears seem to have hardened.
By Moxadple ggg3 years ago in Fiction
The first hope
That Sunday my mother promised to take me out, I don't remember where, maybe to the zoo, maybe somewhere else, but she promised a long time ago. It's not wrong to take me out on that Sunday; it's not wrong to look forward to a day for the first time in one's life; and that's what my mother had promised to do the morning before: go, of course.
By Moxadple ggg3 years ago in Fiction
