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Lao She (1899-1966), originally called Shu Qingchun, was born in Beijing to a Manchurian family. The famous novelist and dramatist was an outstanding master of language who devoted his life to the pen, and published a huge number of influential works such as Rickshaw Boy, Teahouse, Dragon Beard Ditch and others.
(l899-1966), originally called Shu Qingchun, was born in Beijing to a Manchurian family. Throughout his literary career he published a huge number of influential works, including Rickshaw Boy, Teahouse and Dragon Beard, Ditch.
senior reporter and editor with China Daily. She has published hundreds of in-depth reports on China and won the acclaimed China Journalism Award. She has translated a dozen book’s on Chinese folk customs, ancient sports, calligraphy, Tibet, religion, and peacekeeping missions abroad. Some of her writings on cultural differences have been included in 101 Silly Stories from Cheerful China, a collection of the best stories from China Daily’s Hotpot Column, which she started in 2007.
senior reporter and editor with China Daily. She has published hundreds of in-depth reports on China and won the acclaimed China Journalism Award. She has translated a dozen book’s on Chinese folk customs, ancient sports, calligraphy, Tibet, religion, and peacekeeping missions abroad. Some of her writings on cultural differences have been included in 101 Silly Stories from Cheerful China, a collection of the best stories from China Daily’s Hotpot Column, which she started in 2007.
Mr Breeches
Master Ba
Some Impressions
A Discussion
A Dog’s Morning
One Day
An Idle Man
Resignation
Films with Sound
Only the Gods Survive Exams
Withdraw al
It’s Better to Be Rich
Thoughts of Peking
Strange Documents: A Train Journey
Master Zongyue
My Mother
Ideal Places to Live
Spring Festival in Beijing
Master Ba
Some Impressions
A Discussion
A Dog’s Morning
One Day
An Idle Man
Resignation
Films with Sound
Only the Gods Survive Exams
Withdraw al
It’s Better to Be Rich
Thoughts of Peking
Strange Documents: A Train Journey
Master Zongyue
My Mother
Ideal Places to Live
Spring Festival in Beijing
“I have a gun, I am Kang Xiaoba!” he fired back at them.
His sworn-in brothers proved themselves the very opposite of the one hundred and eight outlaws on Liangshan in the marsh. On the eve of the July 7th Incident, they sold him off to the police squad who were tracking down suspects.
He fired to resist arrest, and walked out of the Yongding Gate.
At a small, crumbling temple, he dozed off leaning on the sacrificial table. He opened his eyes to a new day. He was rather pleased that he had, at last, crossed the threshold. From that moment on, everything about him hung on his courage and his pistol. No longer could he turn – the road in front of him was like a fixed railway track, and he had to rumble ahead. He was already a real man. Once he’d committed a few audacious, ruthless deeds, he would become a hero whose name rocked heaven and earth.
Unfortunately, it was the cannon shots at the Lugou Bridge that rocked the whole world. Why would anyone give a damn about this man calling himself Kang Xiaoba? All the weapons in Peking were firing towards the lapanese enemy. Only Ertie was dreaming of gun-jacking a car with that little black gadget of his.
He did not understand people’s rage,
bewilderment, howling, wailing or cursing. Single mindedly he wanted people to call him Master Ba, and yet they were all cursing the Japanese. Ah, the Japanese. He also hated the Japanese. Today, his title and prestige as Master Ba had been dwarfed by the .lapanese, which was all the more reason for hating them. Should he take on the Japanese and let them know who Master Ba was? He could not decide. His mind could not rattle along fast enough.
He went back to Tianqiao, safe and sound, as if he had never opened fire and resisted arrest. When he located those who had sold him off, he wanted to test his pistol and gain more influence. Their faces, however, betrayed no fear.
“Our little entanglement here is nothing,” they said, unanimously. “Fight the Japanese if you dare!”
……
His sworn-in brothers proved themselves the very opposite of the one hundred and eight outlaws on Liangshan in the marsh. On the eve of the July 7th Incident, they sold him off to the police squad who were tracking down suspects.
He fired to resist arrest, and walked out of the Yongding Gate.
At a small, crumbling temple, he dozed off leaning on the sacrificial table. He opened his eyes to a new day. He was rather pleased that he had, at last, crossed the threshold. From that moment on, everything about him hung on his courage and his pistol. No longer could he turn – the road in front of him was like a fixed railway track, and he had to rumble ahead. He was already a real man. Once he’d committed a few audacious, ruthless deeds, he would become a hero whose name rocked heaven and earth.
Unfortunately, it was the cannon shots at the Lugou Bridge that rocked the whole world. Why would anyone give a damn about this man calling himself Kang Xiaoba? All the weapons in Peking were firing towards the lapanese enemy. Only Ertie was dreaming of gun-jacking a car with that little black gadget of his.
He did not understand people’s rage,
bewilderment, howling, wailing or cursing. Single mindedly he wanted people to call him Master Ba, and yet they were all cursing the Japanese. Ah, the Japanese. He also hated the Japanese. Today, his title and prestige as Master Ba had been dwarfed by the .lapanese, which was all the more reason for hating them. Should he take on the Japanese and let them know who Master Ba was? He could not decide. His mind could not rattle along fast enough.
He went back to Tianqiao, safe and sound, as if he had never opened fire and resisted arrest. When he located those who had sold him off, he wanted to test his pistol and gain more influence. Their faces, however, betrayed no fear.
“Our little entanglement here is nothing,” they said, unanimously. “Fight the Japanese if you dare!”
……
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