Comments about Wang Xiaobo Wanshou Temple Excerpt

It can be constantly modified, constantly started, and there are infinite possibilities, but in reality, everything is difficult. Just as in Xue Song's story, he single-mindedly wanted to achieve something, and eventually fell into the cliché. Under the oppression of real life, poetry also has to bow its head. Everything is irretrievably moving toward vulgarity.

Everyone is actually a small universe, parallel and intertwined, going their own way along the axis of time, and nothing is wrong; these small universes do Brownian motion, and occasionally collide together, so they meet, and she enters his life; sometimes the collision has an annihilation effect, and you and I end up together; but most of the time, the two small universes have never met in their entire lives. The essence of fate is Brownian motion, and we call accidental collisions fate.

An excerpt follows:

My view of the gray city in front of me is that I can live here or elsewhere

The so-called effort is to forget what they are doing and just do it; people can adapt to any kind of atmosphere. Although this will take a little time.

Losing your memory and not knowing it is the happiest time in life.

Locusts are fragrant and crisp, but these locusts certainly lack understanding of how fragrant and crisp they are.

"The way they do things is a bit of a mess, like my story. But how nice it is to be able to do things like this mess. 」

Despair is actually infinite beauty.

Be satisfied with the kindness you have shown

Academic: I'm going to kill you, and I'm going to talk about killing you.

Liberal: If you're so reasonable, you can't kill me.

Academic:... You have a point, but I'm going to kill you because the knife is in my hand!"

Only by living the simplest life can we maintain the motivation to work.

The little girl replied very simply: Don't tell you.

The whole history can be condensed into one scene: a sage sits before the king, and the king asks: Is there a way to control the world? The wise man, the master, or the fool, in order to show off his cleverness, replied: Yes. This is controlling everyone's will.

Aristotle said: Lies have their own reasons, and truth has no reason.

The so-called liberals are those who cannot stand the status quo, while the academics are the opposite. I myself am the former, and I am impatient to see that the status quo is a little unreasonable

If I had written those insults, I would have been even further removed from the sublime.

Because she can never focus on anything, she likes to watch others focus on doing things, and she thinks this attitude is very sexy...

I finally understood why I was unhappy with myself: I was a man with bad male conduct: vulgar, barbaric, heavy and light. One of the most hateful things is the desire to dominate others for no reason. Among these others, the one we want to rule most is women. This is the evil deed of a man, and since I am a man, I have this evil deed...

I should have been more depressed. But I didn't. She walked in a graceful manner, and I always couldn't see enough.

Unfortunately, everyone has their own destiny and you have no choice. If I had a choice, I wouldn't want to live here and now.

This golden pagoda is beautiful like a cloud, and the most beautiful woman in Chang'an lives in it. Entering this tower is the greatest glory of a woman, but in this tower, beauty is useless. The academy is also such a place, you can enter the academy shows that you are very smart, but in the academy you do not need to be smart.

Because women reason for their lovers, the level is already very low, if they win, the level will be lower. If that's the case, it's better not to be unreasonable.

The joy of thinking, innate, goes with death. This pleasure is inalienable while people are alive...

A lot of places can change, but one thing can't. What cannot be changed is the most essential place.

Victor Hugo's The Smiley Man. That person who looked at him was a hippie smile, only he still took himself seriously

In winter, it often snows in Chang'an City. This is real goose feather snow, the snow flakes are as big as squirrel tails, emitting the aroma of jasmine. The longer the snow falls, the stronger the floral fragrance becomes. Those loose, damp flakes of snow fell softly from the sky, onto the walls of the city, onto the elaborate pavilions, onto the pavilions that could be seen everywhere, and into the canals that crisscrossed the river, becoming porous ice floes. No matter how long the snow falls, there is always only a thin layer on the ground. Someone walked by and left footprints filled with water—like some tiny pond. The snow seemed to float on water. The sky was filled with white fog... The entire Chang'an City, in addition to the city walls, is full of small and exquisite buildings and intertwined waterways. Some people say that the reason for the existence of Chang'an City is to wait for snow in winter...

When one loses one's memory, one becomes another.

When everything is irretrievably reduced to reality, my story will come to an end. I merged with the past self and became a person. The woman in white and the girl of the past merged and became a person, and I became one with her again, so that it became less and less. The so-called truth is such a helpless vulgarity. Although my memory has been restored and I have a story of my own, I still want to return to Chang'an City—it has become a habit. It is not enough for a person to have only this life and this life, he should also have a poetic world. Everything in Chang'an City was over. Everything is irretrievably moving toward vulgarity.

A very special and very poetic book, perhaps only Wang Xiaobo can write this kind of artistic conception, such a book should go to the world, should let people in other countries also see and understand, no worse than those world masterpieces.