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茫茫无际的草原上的村庄，仅仅是百年以前，他们也许一辈子都没有走出过这绿色的草原。

官士墩，三家早餐铺子并排开着。 老坛酸菜热干面馆是正中间的一家，煮面的老板是位小伙子，戴着黑色的一次性口罩。一边煮面一边与客人聊天，询问马路对面的二手汽车市场的物业近来有没有找他们的麻烦。客人在市场里有一档铺子，他们每天都到老坛酸菜热干面馆来吃早餐。店里的小喇叭播放着曾经的经典流行口水歌， “来呀来个酒，不醉不罢休……留不住身边匆忙的爱情……” 店里做的虎皮鸡蛋带着淡淡的麻辣味道，一只黑斑猫在店里来回巡视。 林松开始拒绝所有没有记录在电话号码本里的电话号码。之前，他偶尔还是会接听，或者是关掉铃声任由对方耗费时间直到通话被系统中止挂断。 现在，林松只要看到是一串号码的来电，就直接挂掉。他完全没有与陌生人往来的兴致。 听了一段湖北道情唱腔： “昨天呐，我看见了牛生蛋啊， 今天，我看见了马啊唱歌，来来来来滴啦来， 灯草过河就沉到底， 牙签掉下来，就打破脑壳，来来来来滴啦来。” 马场角，马仓湖，有点谐音“马唱歌” 商场1号门口的海鲜捞面关门大吉后，换上了“六煲焗烧酱面馆”的招牌。只不过，这个铺子的门就从来也没有开过，铺子里面的灯总是黑黢黢的。 对于做不擅长的事情，林松就会充满焦虑。比如，帮兄弟参考买一辆二手的特斯拉。 时到今日，庞大的二手汽车买卖基本上算是价格透明的生意。挂牌12.8万的特斯拉，还价到11.5万，卖价要11.8万。看车检报告，右后轮上有8cm的补漆。3次过户，帮兄弟再还价11万。掌柜翻看成本，收车价11万1。 继续讨价还价…… 原来商战都是那么的朴实无华，有没有这样一种可能，买特斯拉的人不会去买华为、小米，买小米、华为的人不会去看特斯拉。 楼下的奶香铺子开了一年多，林松从来也没有见过有人在店里排队点餐。于是他常常倒数，还有几天这个铺子会关门大吉。然而，令林松失望了。奶香铺子在饿了么的月售2000单，在美团外卖的月售3000单，妥妥的现金牛。 每一个忙完了一天，停车准备回家的人，都会坐在车里刷一会儿手机。 有个人讲了一个笑话，听众没有人听出他隐含的意思，没有人笑，都默默地看着他，等他继续讲，等他抛出包袱，他已经讲完了，只有站在台上看着坐在下面的观众。这就是新手遇到的尴尬。 仓库的大门外，一只纤瘦的棕皮狗在墓地里找食物，走在小路上左右摇摆着尾巴，似乎看到了曾经的背影。 2025年12月31日的晚上注定是个无聊的晚上，林松甚至连电脑都没有打开。 早上出门，油表还可以跑170公里。提货回仓库，然后去汉口、汉阳、武昌三个地方送货。估算一下，应该够。 回来的时候，已经天黑。距离还有一站路，堵在二环线唐家墩的路口。油表归零，竟然无法显示剩下还可以跑多少公里。只能盯着前方汽车的尾灯，焦虑透顶。 为什么有那么多的人开车在变道的时候不打转向灯呢？ 不打转向灯不影响自己的车辆转向变道，但是会造成潜在的被撞风险。道交法实施条例第57条，机动车转弯、变更车道、准备超车、驶离停车地点或者掉头时，应当提前开启转向灯。不按规定开启转向灯是违法的行为。 开车上路是一件风险特别大的事情。但是，只要是风险没有变成直接的事故降临到自己的头上，对于没有风险意识的人来说，那就不算什么事。他们开车所具备的风险意识与炒股的大妈们没什么本质的区别。 在武汉天气寒冷的时候，穿秋裤还是开空调，不仅仅是一个生活方式的改变，而是整个生命系统的转变。穿毛裤还是开空调？涉及到的饮食，起居，相关的一系列问题。 入则无法家拂士，出则无敌国外患者，国恒亡。《孟子•告子下》在这篇中所强调的是什么？ 法家拂士，敌国外患必定常无，所以，国恒亡。历史在一遍又一遍实证这句训导。 生于忧患，死于安乐是必定交替发生的事情。如果只强调某一个趋势的发展，那是自欺欺人。 历史比小说更有趣，现实比电影更精彩。章节总是在失控中轮回。 读了一些奇奇怪怪的杂书，有时就琢磨，隐喻与比喻有什么区别？莎士比亚在写哈姆雷特的时候用了很多的比喻，在微信公众号下面的评论中往往出现一些莫名其妙的隐喻。 现在中国向海外大量倾销低价产品，从本质上来说就是一种侵掠，和十字军东侵蒙古人西掠，没有本质的区别。 有时候想起越来越庞大的政府机构会不会导致国家崩溃，就像当年的恐龙灭绝。一次灾难性的气候，就导致这个庞然大物在地球上灭绝。其实多虑了，与恐龙同时代的生物，活了下来的都发展壮大，物种的坚韧性是强大的。 读了南宋蒙元的200多年的纠葛，就是赤裸裸的军事讨伐史。每一届的朝廷都是不折不扣的军政朝廷。从张俊、韩世忠、岳飞、赵构，到哲别、窝阔台、忽必烈，他们都是一生的职业军人，支持他们活下去唯一的理由似乎就是不断发起战争。蹊跷的是，民生是如何在这种复杂的冲突下发展壮大起来的？ 强调勇猛与惨烈时会引用“杀敌一千自损八百”。然而，这样获胜后的结果往往就是被另一个300人力量的新敌人灭掉。由此观之，南宋与金长期保持议和的姿态，是明智的，环视战场的旁观者还有辽和西夏。 冷兵器时代，最重要的战争要素是马。金灭辽，灭北宋，元灭金，灭南宋，莫不依马。清灭明已经进入了早期的火器时代，需要另论。 “岳飞某日率部在黄河冰面上练习骑射，金军骑兵不巧大举进攻，岳飞所部虽仅百余骑，但在岳飞率领下冲击敌军，以少胜多大败敌军，战后功补秉义郎。” 岳家军的战斗力来源，其一常备训练，其二训练得度。 历史往往被现代的方式解读，那么为什么我们不直接去看现实呢？ 当提出这样的问题的时候，可能是对于历史的研究方式有问题。研究历史必须有其特有的方法论，而不是用来直接对照现实。 人类聚居逐渐形成城市化的过程，并不是种群生存的需求，而是市场的需求。人类生活越集中，市场运作的成本就越低，提供的产品和服务的价格就越低。于是就更具有生活的吸引力。 城市化的过程是建立金融体系的基石。 现实的社会财富分配与过往的皇族、贵族、军阀采用暴力的方式攫取社会财富不同，金融财富的分配是通过市场的方式来实现的。 传承和继承的差别。传承是社会性的，夫妻之间的权重大于血亲的子女。继承就是法律赋予的，对于创造者身份的认可。 传承是需要力量的，力量需要积累的过程。金融投资加速了积累的过程。 读点书总还是有用的，就拿《资治通鉴》来说，这就是写给继任皇帝的上岗手册，由入门到精升的职责说明书。

Teacher Yu’s New Year’s concert was overflowing with a joy reminiscent of the song, “On the Fields of Hope.” The baritone, puffing out his slightly portly frame, controlled his vocal cords with a warm, polished smoothness as he gazed deeply toward a distant hometown. A duet was performed by a man and a woman whose combined ages exceeded 130 years; they meticulously mimicked every gesture of the idols on the cassette covers of their youth. ...

Sister Tony always has a heavy hand when cutting hair. The electric clippers start from the nape of the neck, pushing upward right against the scalp. You can feel the cold touch of the metal; it’s nothing if not clean and sharp. After she finishes buzzing, she politely asks Lin Song, “Is this length okay?” “It’s fine.” You’ve already shaved off the hair on the left side; whether it’s okay or not, that’s how it is. It’s not as if you can leave the hair on the right side unshaved, can you? When walking out of a barbershop, if anyone can tell at a glance that you’ve just had a haircut, it was definitely cut by a “Student Tony” just entering the trade. But if the hair looks natural, as if it hasn’t been cut at all, it was likely the handiwork of a “Master Tony.” To have Master Tony cut your hair, you have to pay an extra ten yuan on top of the member’s price. ...

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He stood there at the intersection, motionless, facing the center of the crossroads no matter which way the traffic light turned green. The morning sun shone on his slightly weathered cheek, illuminating his faint smile. It turned out he was standing there to bask in the sun. When the tall buildings ahead blocked the sun as it moved from east to west, he would walk to the opposite corner where the sunlight still reached, and continue his sunbathing. ...

Following days of gloom, the sun finally revealed itself in the morning. Just past 8:00 AM, the Starbucks barista began scrubbing the ground at the entrance with a bucket of water. Wearing only a green short-sleeved T-shirt, his thin frame faced the north wind, yet he seemed impervious to the cold. A slightly chubby girl sat leaning on a chair brushing her teeth; the shop hadn’t opened yet, and the U-lock still hung on the handle of the glass door. ...

Writing is never about you. It is about whether you can use words to change the world—even if it’s just a small corner of the minds of a few key people. This may sound cold, but it is the most authentic rule of academic writing. Your teachers are not your real readers; they read your work out of obligation. The real-world reader owes you nothing. Similarly, the clichéd goal of “filling a knowledge gap” pales in comparison to the reality of infinite knowledge expansion. What truly matters is solving the “expensive” problems that readers actually care about. This is precisely why interdisciplinary writing is so fraught: if you cannot define “who the reader is,” writing becomes like shooting blindly in the dark. ...

There was dew under the eaves in the early morning. Disturbed by the waving hand of the breakfast stall owner, a fly fell into a freshly filled bowl of doufunao (tofu pudding). The owner’s hands were quick. The spoon, which had just been used for white sugar, deftly scooped the fly out and flicked it onto the sidewalk. She then smoothly pushed the bowl toward an old man who had just paid. The old man, usually quiet, was not the least bit muddled. “Why are you giving me the one with the fly?” “This one isn’t for you. Take the one next to it.” The owner moved the “cleaned” bowl of tofu pudding to the side of the bucket, leaving it for the next customer who paid. ...

The morning glow emerged. Standing at the intersection, he saw the rooftops of distant high-rises, bathed in golden sunlight. Up early, Lin Song pulled a thick fleece vest over his shirt and went out to wander the streets. In the vegetable market, people were hurriedly buying groceries. Some rode electric bikes to take their children to school, others queued in cars for the commute to work or delivered goods to businesses. Breakfast stalls were firing up their stoves. Lin Song strolled along with his hands in his pockets, appearing out of place. The laptop’s power light was stuck on. Lin Song forced a shutdown, and then it broke. It would no longer boot up. This machine had rehearsed its end countless times: a new battery, a new hard drive, a new keyboard, and, in the last two months, a new power cord. Years ago, Lin Song had started backing up the laptop’s data intermittently, but it had never suffered a significant failure, running stably day after day. Eventually, he forgot to back up the data again. This time, the destruction came like a landslide. Lin Song booked an appointment with a computer repair shop on Taobao and went there, carrying his laptop. He still felt it was just a minor circuit issue, that a simple reconnection would bring his laptop back to life. Two customers were at the counter, picking up their computers and checking if the repaired machines could withstand the test of continued work. Three technicians were busy at their respective workstations, heads down. The technician nearest the counter took Lin Song’s laptop, asked briefly about the symptoms, and began to disassemble it. “Just so you know, the repair fee will be around 200 yuan.” After finishing the diagnostic, he reassembled the dismantled machine and returned it to Lin Song, saying: “It can’t be fixed. The CPU is dead. It’s not worth repairing.” It was a troublesome situation, but Lin Song accepted this reality calmly. He looked at the mountain of computer components piled up in the shop and asked the lady boss, though he already knew the answer: “Do you sell second-hand computers here?” “Yes. What kind are you looking for?” “Something on the same level as my current machine. Do you have anything?” “Yours is a classic model. This black one is similar, from ‘21.” “How much?” “1800. If you use your original hard drive, 1650.” “Can my old hard drive still be used?” “We can take it out. Just put it in an external enclosure and you can use it.” “What operating system is on it?” “Windows 10.” “Okay, I’ll take this one.” “Scan the QR code on the counter.” Lin Song left the machine that had been with him for nearly ten years. The lady boss reluctantly valued it at 100 yuan for recycling. Lin Song headed home with his new laptop. Even as the stock market soars, all everyone talks about after dinner is the economic downturn. What’s the logic in that? In the first half of 2025, Alphabet’s revenue increased by 13% year-over-year, and its earnings per share grew by 35.5%. Nestlé announced it would cut 16,000 jobs over the next two years; its 2025 first-half report showed a 1.8% year-over-year decline in global sales and a 10.3% plunge in net profit. The general meaning is that social wealth is already overflowing. The main owners of this wealth control the most competitive industries. To protect the competitive strength of their industries, the powers that control wealth will not give more opportunities to the weak, bottom-level economic participants. Thus, capital, through its powerful ability to regulate the allocation of market resources, restricts the paths for small and medium-sized industries to gain greater competitiveness. And so, one can see a booming stock market advancing side-by-side with a withered individual economy. If you’re a small business, you might as well be content with your lot. As long as you can open your shop every day, you can earn some surplus, however small. It’s the same principle as stock trading: trading time for space. The size of your operation dictates the language you speak. The real economy and the financial market speak different economic languages. Zoran Mamdani—the son of a film director and a Columbia University professor—achieved an upset victory on Tuesday, being elected the 111th Mayor of New York. In the world’s most important financial city, over a million people chose to support him, something unseen in half a century. His rival suffered two disastrous defeats in just five months; all previous hopes now feel like a distant dream. Many expressed they were tired of the stalemate maintained by traditional powers for decades. The young people say, “Illusion is now a thing of the past.” The monk Tang Sanzang endured countless hardships to retrieve the scriptures, envying the Western Paradise. But one day, upon ascending the high platform where demons danced wildly, he realized it was merely a clumsy imitation of the original. He finished his last delivery. At the T-junction of Dingzi Bridge, he waited for the last traffic light. Once he got onto the South Second Ring Road, he could go straight home. He had been out since early morning. It was another exhausting day. By the time he got home, it was already past time to make dinner. Lin Song decided to just take a nap on the sofa. He slept past eight o’clock. Lin Song took a yellow windbreaker from the coat rack and put it on. This jacket, bought on Taobao, had a huge kangaroo silhouette printed on the back. With this logo, he could go to the “Mr. Rice” downstairs and eat his fill for just ten yuan.