Reviews
Although the printing status was poor, the new book was not very well. I can't expect to change it again, so my eyes are going to suffer. I've spent a few days in school, and now I'm open.
P. 189 "Every house should be paid to build a ringer or provide labor. After the release of the ring without paying for the labor, I will have a sip of that water and then break the door to the house. "Fuck p. 216-Doubi said. "You can't just say what Bang Jiwoo said before he died. I didn't even think she was gonna say that to me before she died. She wanted her son Dudu to be the village officer. One day, when Tsomaran leaves the village head, he wants to take over his position and let the two
P. As 16 rains came, death fell on the juuruk Sansing Village all year long and graves grew as rich as mushrooms after it rained. The smell of freshly covered earth and the bright red colors from spring to summer, from autumn to winter, came out on the ridge with a tox sound all year round. P. If Tsumarran is emperor in town, then he is a tailor and if Tsamaran is a general, he is gathered under the command of the Chiefs. They tried to work together according to the silent system, but
He suddenly hit his face, without saying a word. I was hit again. So he hit his cheek over ten times. The ice-white sound filled the room. A understanding of the heart of a word of stax was made. Tsumaraan is also operated on for the sacrifice of Lance and now lives for a dozen years. But how can the Tomarran, who is now closer to the day of her death, sacrifice himself like her and ensure the rest of her life? Tsumaran has heavy shoulders. I felt the obligation to bring the Lingins back to the
It was all a death-like silence. Water from the water in the water caused a tremendous roar. The sun's dark and hazy in contaminated water. The expectation of people who died of the #302 project, who paid for their work with money from selling and prostitution, and, most of all, village folk who wanted to live no longer early but enjoy their backs with bottled throats. What will happen to Tsomaran's fate, which has not been willing to resort to violence and tyranny to bring in the pollution?
Juchuy, as if in a shadow, followed behind his back and said:. "Hey, when you're a village chief, I want to be your wife. You said you'd get two wives. "Did the obsession with 702 pages of jute start at this time? From the moment I saw Tsumaran and Lance going into the garden, something was growing in her heart that was full of emotion. Is it because you like Tsumarians? Or is it jealousy about Lance? He or she has some experiments with herself. I wish Juchu's obsession had stopped. This is a
Go ahead. Why are you all standing so numb? Go ask everyone in the village if they can sell their skin, and this is the chance God has given us to open the channel quickly. The word of Tsumarran, the 436-page chief, is not being rejected. He's the village chief of the San Singh village anyway. It's actually that easy to sell skin. Then, if the skin dies, it could die. I think it's too easy. Oh, yeah. That's awful. I think we should leave that village. I'm not gonna die. This is a reading-to-day
Then we'll call him Tsumran. But since his skin is soft and smooth, it's gonna be pretty and gentle when he grows up. I think it's good to marry this child later to Iran, so 944 pages are fate for two children. It was a fate of so many differences. The fate of this novel. What's going on? The novel goes backwards like BenjaminButton's Time Gos backwards. It's like the time in this San Kong village is running out. Not just the two of you. Time doesn't run, it spins and turns. Sun-bab, Yankker,
The village of Santingtown, where life on average cannot exceed 40. Death, as it were, was completely cut off from the world, as the wind blew and rained on it, and pestilence swept around. The village chief Tsukmung is upset by his brothers who fight over the water leveling of Tang-suk, which is before his death. Tsukmoon is sorry that he did not bring the Lingin population into town while he was alive. How dull it is to want to extend the lives of the villagers to the extent that they are
P868 Tsumarran looked at the dog and his bouncy sacks. The rookie sacks were all growing twice as long. It's grown to the point where you can't lift a mulberries and a loin. The door frames are as wide and elevated as the gates. The branches of the trees were drawn from the cloud layers, and the sparrows flew as fast as the arrows. And Tsomaran thinks. I thought, if you're an adult in the blink of your eye, and you've stopped being a saint, then you should live forever. The idea that eating and
Yan Lianke: Ilgwang Youth
The sunlit oil is a work he's done all over. The writer has spent four years on special shelves, even in painful situations with severe urethra injuries, and completed the novel. In the time of inability to control themselves properly, writers have given their lives and souls in a way that they cannot bear, and the result is the writing of the 'echore', which is a remarkable achievement.
Korean title: 일광유년
Korean author: 옌롄커
Korean publisher: 자음과모음
ISBN-13: 9788954447454
Reviews
Although the printing status was poor, the new book was not very well. I can't expect to change it again, so my eyes are going to suffer. I've spent a few days in school, and now I'm open.
P. 189 "Every house should be paid to build a ringer or provide labor. After the release of the ring without paying for the labor, I will have a sip of that water and then break the door to the house. "Fuck p. 216-Doubi said. "You can't just say what Bang Jiwoo said before he died. I didn't even think she was gonna say that to me before she died. She wanted her son Dudu to be the village officer. One day, when Tsomaran leaves the village head, he wants to take over his position and let the two
P. As 16 rains came, death fell on the juuruk Sansing Village all year long and graves grew as rich as mushrooms after it rained. The smell of freshly covered earth and the bright red colors from spring to summer, from autumn to winter, came out on the ridge with a tox sound all year round. P. If Tsumarran is emperor in town, then he is a tailor and if Tsamaran is a general, he is gathered under the command of the Chiefs. They tried to work together according to the silent system, but
He suddenly hit his face, without saying a word. I was hit again. So he hit his cheek over ten times. The ice-white sound filled the room. A understanding of the heart of a word of stax was made. Tsumaraan is also operated on for the sacrifice of Lance and now lives for a dozen years. But how can the Tomarran, who is now closer to the day of her death, sacrifice himself like her and ensure the rest of her life? Tsumaran has heavy shoulders. I felt the obligation to bring the Lingins back to the
It was all a death-like silence. Water from the water in the water caused a tremendous roar. The sun's dark and hazy in contaminated water. The expectation of people who died of the #302 project, who paid for their work with money from selling and prostitution, and, most of all, village folk who wanted to live no longer early but enjoy their backs with bottled throats. What will happen to Tsomaran's fate, which has not been willing to resort to violence and tyranny to bring in the pollution?
Juchuy, as if in a shadow, followed behind his back and said:. "Hey, when you're a village chief, I want to be your wife. You said you'd get two wives. "Did the obsession with 702 pages of jute start at this time? From the moment I saw Tsumaran and Lance going into the garden, something was growing in her heart that was full of emotion. Is it because you like Tsumarians? Or is it jealousy about Lance? He or she has some experiments with herself. I wish Juchu's obsession had stopped. This is a
Go ahead. Why are you all standing so numb? Go ask everyone in the village if they can sell their skin, and this is the chance God has given us to open the channel quickly. The word of Tsumarran, the 436-page chief, is not being rejected. He's the village chief of the San Singh village anyway. It's actually that easy to sell skin. Then, if the skin dies, it could die. I think it's too easy. Oh, yeah. That's awful. I think we should leave that village. I'm not gonna die. This is a reading-to-day
Then we'll call him Tsumran. But since his skin is soft and smooth, it's gonna be pretty and gentle when he grows up. I think it's good to marry this child later to Iran, so 944 pages are fate for two children. It was a fate of so many differences. The fate of this novel. What's going on? The novel goes backwards like BenjaminButton's Time Gos backwards. It's like the time in this San Kong village is running out. Not just the two of you. Time doesn't run, it spins and turns. Sun-bab, Yankker,
The village of Santingtown, where life on average cannot exceed 40. Death, as it were, was completely cut off from the world, as the wind blew and rained on it, and pestilence swept around. The village chief Tsukmung is upset by his brothers who fight over the water leveling of Tang-suk, which is before his death. Tsukmoon is sorry that he did not bring the Lingin population into town while he was alive. How dull it is to want to extend the lives of the villagers to the extent that they are
P868 Tsumarran looked at the dog and his bouncy sacks. The rookie sacks were all growing twice as long. It's grown to the point where you can't lift a mulberries and a loin. The door frames are as wide and elevated as the gates. The branches of the trees were drawn from the cloud layers, and the sparrows flew as fast as the arrows. And Tsomaran thinks. I thought, if you're an adult in the blink of your eye, and you've stopped being a saint, then you should live forever. The idea that eating and
