张小强是个小人物，本是一名混吃等死的小吊丝，宅在家里的他，躲过丧尸病毒的首次爆发，看到同住一个小区的邻居变成丧尸，他感受到了无边的恐惧，他在人吃人的末世中孤独求生，最后受尽孤独折磨的他，拿起了自己的装备，走向了外面狼烟滚滚的世界。 他以顽强不死的蟑螂为榜样，因为蟑螂会在末世的夹缝里活下去，直到夹缝再也容不下他。 他在残酷的末世离，绞尽脑汁，做陷阱，建基地，抗尸潮，与人斗，与天斗.

爹爹不疼，姥姥不爱的富家子，被所有人抛弃，浑浑噩噩的混着日子。 一次香艳的阴谋，毁了他的一生。 这一切，都要从一款跨时代的三国游戏开始。 游戏中，他机缘巧合的转职成野人，独占神农架，坐拥神农谷，建城争霸！ 这里有名震天下的历史武将，艳绝当代的历史美女，他该何去何从？ 新书：《万古武神》求支持

太古异兽利爪捏碎诸天星辰，域外邪族发出惑乱众生的嘶鸣，黑暗深渊中的妖魔睁开了邪异的血瞳，远古诸神从沉睡中苏醒。这是一个大争之世！人族强者以利剑问鼎苍穹，在诸天万族中挺起不屈脊梁！楚剑秋偶得混沌天帝诀，从微弱中崛起，踏上万界征程。一念崩星海，一念裂苍穹。一念诛妖鬼，一念葬神魔！俯瞰诸天神域，谁敢争锋？这，就是天帝之威！

本书是塞万提斯最杰出的作品。上卷讲述了五十多岁的曼查穷乡绅吉哈纳读骑士小说入了迷，忍不住踏上古老骑士的行侠仗义之路。他自封为“堂吉诃德”，拼凑了一副盔甲，牵着一匹瘦马，带着胖随从桑乔·潘萨共同出游，一路上经历了各种荒唐可笑的蠢事。下卷是堂吉诃德和桑乔继续出游，又闹出了一堆笑话，最终他被邻居所扮的骑士打败。作品描述了十六世纪末至十七世纪初西班牙社会无比广阔的生活画面。

小乡绅吉桑诺，将近五十岁，他脑子里满是种种荒唐无理的事，有一天他突发奇想要去做游侠骑士，把书中见到的都实现。于是给马起了名为罗齐南脱，意为“从前劳役的马”，找出矛和盾，把一个邻村的挤奶姑娘取名为杜尔西内娅，臆想为身为骑士的自己的意中人，便出了村子去行侠仗义，游走天下。后来，他约请一个老实的农民桑丘

The advantage of literature over life is that its characters are clearly defined, and act consistently. Nature, always inartistic, takes pleasure in creating the impossible. Reginald Blake was as typical a specimen of the well-bred cad as one could hope to find between Piccadilly Circus and Hyde Park Corner.

Mudfog is a pleasant town - a remarkably pleasant town - situated in a charming hollow by the side of a river, from which river, Mudfog derives an agreeable scent of pitch, tar, coals, and rope-yarn, a roving population in oilskin hats, a pretty steady influx of drunken bargemen, and a great many other maritime advantages.

Several of the sketches in this volume have appeared in periodicals."The Bloody Doctor" was in Macmillan's Magazine, "The Confessions ofa Duffer," "Loch Awe," and "The Lady or the Salmon?" were in theFishing Gazette, but have been to some extent re- written. "The DoubleAlibi" was in Longman's Magazine.

As I glance across my table, I am somewhat distracted by the spectacle of a venerable head whose crown occasionally appears beyond, at about its level. The apparition of a very small hand--whose fingers are bunchy and have the appearance of being slightly webbed--which is frequently lifted above the table in a vain and impotent attempt to reach the inkstand, always affects me as a novelty at each recurrence of the phenomenon.