Title: Grandmother's Creation Year: The Origin of Shu and Han Works in the Three Kingdoms Period: "Chen Qingbiao" Author: Li Mi resigned to report to her grandmother, and grandmother Anshun and Li Mi resigned to report to her grandmother. I whispered, I was trapped by danger, but I was killed by Min. Give birth in June, and a loving father will come back to see you; When I was four years old, my uncle took away my mother's ambition. Grandma Liu, a lonely minister, supports herself by herself. I have fewer ministers and more diseases. Nine years old is no good. Bitterness and loneliness, as for preparation. No uncle, no brother. The door is weak and thin, and there is a rest in the evening. No children answered the door. Standing alone, inseparable. Moreover, Liu Suying's disease often occurs in bed cups; I have been treating soup and medicine and never give up. Seize the sacred court and bathe and purify. Former satrap minister Kui, inspector; After the secretariat, I am honored that I am a scholar. I have no master to support, and I would rather die. The imperial edict is special and I am a doctor. Seek the favor of the country, wash the horse and remove the minister. The accusation is very humble and should be treated as the East Palace, which is beyond my reporting ability. I am a minister, but I don't take office. The imperial edict is sharp, but the minister is dull. Counties have cornered me on the road. The State Council was anxious to light the spark. If I want to deliver a letter to Mercedes, I will get sick with Liu. If you want to cheat, tell me not to. I'm in a dilemma. It's a mess. Fu dynasty ruled the world with filial piety. Where you are old, where you are educated; Kuang Chen is lonely, especially. Moreover, I seldom set foot in the puppet regime, worked as a minister, and was not proud of honor. Today, I conquered this country and captured some prisoners, even humble people. If you've been promoted and pampered, what hope do you have for surviving? However, Liu is dying and his life is dying. I don't have a grandmother, even today? Grandma has no ministers, and her years are endless. Mothers and grandchildren are more interdependent. Therefore, we can't waste it far. I have four in forty this year, and my grandmother Liu has six in ninety this year; Therefore, I will respect your day and report Liu's day. Wu bird's affair is willing to end! The minister's hard work, the people who are not alone in Shu, and the herdsmen in the two States have seen and known; After heaven and earth, we can learn from each other. May your majesty be humble and sincere and listen to my humble wishes. Liu Shu was lucky enough to die for more than a year. I was born a meteorite and died a grass. Fear of dogs and horses overwhelmed me. I want to thank you! " Grandma's Anshun Author: Dai Bing I always have two Anshun in my heart. One is real. There are white pagodas, Confucian temples, omelets and many friends in Anshun. I have been to Anshun since I was a child, almost every year, sometimes several times a year, and I am as familiar with it as I was born and raised in Guiyang. There is a completely different Anshun in my heart. I call it "my grandmother's Anshun", which my grandmother inadvertently drew for me in the dark when I was very young. My grandmother is from Anshun. She moved to Guiyang with her grandfather after middle age. She has kept close contact with Anshun all her life and will return to Anshun for a short stay almost every year. One year before her death, if she had a premonition, she insisted on returning to Anshun for a long time despite the strong dissuasion of her family, and she was bedridden soon after her return until her death. As long as I can remember, my grandmother not only goes back to Anshun every year, but also many relatives and friends from Anshun come to Guiyang to visit her every year, especially some boudoir friends of my grandmother when she was a child. Some of them are called "Auntie" and some are called "Auntie", which I can't remember at the moment. My aunt and grandmother stayed for ten and a half months as soon as they arrived. When people are old and sleepy, they often lie in a bed and chat until midnight. Most of the contents are memories of their youth and even childhood, which are fragmentary and rambling. Among them, many shocking and simple stories are told by them For example, an old woman forced her daughter-in-law to be a prostitute, killed her and dismembered her body. She was paraded by a county magistrate and then executed in the middle of the year. For example, a woman has kept leeches in her stomach for decades, and another person has been down and out all her life, all for waiting for a horse to pick him up as the emperor's hippocampus ... I slept next door to my grandmother's bedroom at that time, and I can't remember how many times I slept in a daze, letting the fragments of those distant past go with the wind. Stories that are sometimes gloomy and sometimes mysterious gradually ferment in the dark as sticky as glue, and self-render, pile up and split. After many years, I finally woven a "grandmother's Anshun" in my heart: a remote and strange place, which exudes a strong decadent atmosphere and is full of strong body odor. As an adult, I read One Hundred Years of Solitude by Marquez and Pedro Barrymore by Rulfo. I was surprised to find that they were horribly similar to those nights when I was young. "Grandma's Anshun" continued to be derived in my heart many years after my grandmother died. The farther away from the real Anshun, it finally becomes irrelevant to it. It seems to have its own logic. As it should be, it grows like a vine in the rainy season, becoming more and more confused and clearer. I have a hunch that it will advance towards material existence with my life, and finally break through the fog of imagination and emerge. It has its own fortress, its own residents, its own fashion and its own four seasons ... Later, I began to try to create novels, and "Grandma's Anshun" became the general background of some of my novels, the attachment of my imagination when I designed this kind of novels, and even the aesthetic pursuit of some of my novels. To make a very inappropriate analogy, "Grandma's Anshun" means something to me like Faulkner's and mccullers's southern American towns. The difference is that Faulkner and mccullers's "Southern Town" is composed of their practical experience, while my "Grandma's Anshun" is based on the whispering of several old people in the dark, the strange atmosphere generated by the coexistence and interaction of childhood, darkness and mysterious stories, and the imagination inspired by it ... I like the mystery and sharp meaning of Gothic novels. Zilai has a strong sense of curiosity and awe for all the small towns, and she is fascinated by the surreal realm that has no practical value and significance, but is magnificent and strange-all this may be related to her grandmother and her best friend, and also to the whispering from the darkness next door when she was a child. Grandma died at the age of 79. Before getting married, she was an embroidery worker.