A teenager in Shenyang, Northeast China's Liaoning province, reported a mistake in a textbook to its publisher, pointing out a mix-up of two insects in one of its illustrations. His correction won praises from netizens.

“I noticed a tiny mistake on page 95 of the English textbook published by Shanghai Educational Publishing House when I was preparing lessons before class,” said Cui Chenxi, a 7th grader in Shenyang No. 126 Middle School. Cui had found an illustration captioned as “bee” to actually be hoverfly (食蚜蝇)in the picture.

An editor of the publisher confirmed the error they made after consulting a biology teacher and said it will rectify the mistake by replacing the wrong picture in a reprinted version after it gets approval from the Ministry of Education.The editor also thanked the 12-year-old boy for reporting the error, and praised him for being “really professional”.

When asked how he discovered the mistake Cui said, “It's simple. Bees have two pairs of wings while hoverflies have only one pair of functional wings and bees are plump with their round belly versus the hoverfly's slim figure. What's more, bees have distinct tentacles(触角) while those of hoverflies are obscure.”

Dutch author Marieke Lucas Rijneveld has become one of the youngest writers to be shortlisted （列入候选） for a Booker prize, after their debut novel （处女作）made the final line-up for the International Booker.

Rijneveld. a rising star in Dutch literature, is 28― lightly older than British author Daisy Johnson was when she was shortlisted for the Booker prize in 2018 age 27. The author, who identifies as male and uses the pronouns they/them, was shortlisted after a six-hour virtual (虚拟的) judging meeting for the £50,000 prize, which is shared equally between writer and translator, for The Discomfort of Evening, translated by Michele Hutchison. The novel, tells of a girl whose brother dies in a skating accident and draws from Rijneveld’s own experiences: when they were three, their 12-year-old brother was knocked over and killed by a bus.

“Rijneveld’s language renders (重现) the world again, revealing the shocks and violence of early youth through the angle of a Dutch dairy farm. The strangeness of a child looking at the strangeness of the world is in it,” said judges of the work.

“The Discomfort of Evening is one of six novels in the running for the International Booker, each of which,” said chair of judges Ted Hodgkinson, “restlessly reinvents （重 塑）received narratives, from foundational myths to family folklore, plunging us into discomfiting and delightful encounters with selves in a state of transition (过渡)”.

Hodgkinson chaired a panel （专家组）of five judges who selected the shortlist from 124 submissions. The coronavirus pandemic meant their meeting had to be virtual, but Hodgkinson said he and his panel still managed to discuss the line-up for more than six hours.

The winner will be announced on 19 May.

I received a private message on Facebook。 It began harmlessly enough: "Hey, girl. Wanted to invite you to join my next challenge group ——we'll be focusing on fitting in 30 minutes of exercise and balanced nutrition.”

It was all becoming too much. Facebook was running my life, not me.

But what killed Facebook for me was when I posted a photo, and five minutes later my son asked me how many "likes" it had got. His question was a wake-up call.

"Likes" are signs of acceptance and approval. I had forgotten that acceptance and approval need to come from within and had unknowingly set him a bad example.

Before Facebook, surfing the internet was an occasional distraction and I spent a lot more time reading books and magazines. I checked in with friends through texts, emails and phone calls.

To recreate the simplicity of those days and set a healthier example for my son, I deactivated my Facebook account.

I'd been in the habit of checking Facebook many times a day, so I had to come up with some new habits. I carried a novel and a crossword puzzle book around with me. I rediscovered knitting（针织）. I started taking yoga classes.

I started to remember a few things. My body is fine just the way it is. I have friends who will help me out when I'm in trouble, and I will help them out. I do my best to be a good mother, and our son is happy and healthy. We are very lucky to be able to afford two vacations a year.

I stopped looking at the world through my cellphone. I felt pleasant at the moment.

The break left me feeling better about myself, my family, my home and my life.

After a few weeks, I returned to Facebook. Now I look at the photos of my friends^, kids growing up and treasure how social media allows me to keep in touch with family for and wide. I look in on a daily basis, but no longer with the desire constantly to post updates.

It is not an addiction any more.