Through "Alive" to know Yu Hua, and "The Seventh Day" made me completely like him, he used a desperate and emotional brushstroke, let us so real and deep into the bottom of society, experienced the life course of although dead and alive, his writing is brave and not narrow, humorous and solemn, not only reveals reality, but also creates another kind of reality, he can deduce a variety of complex relationships between fiction and reality through the continuous reinterpretation of characters, and continue to write today's literary China.
"The Seventh Day" is not as dazzling as "Alive" and even feels a little obscure, but when I pick up the book and open the first page, I will be deeply attracted, "I want to go to the funeral home to cremate myself", "the disappearance of day and night", "the city is shuttling through the virtual reality of me" and a series of plausible descriptions, so that I can't help but go deeper layer by layer, constantly questioning and constant association, only to enter his world can no longer let go.
Entering "The Seventh Day" allows us to understand sentient beings, reality, inequality, money and power, things and desires, and the most primitive and original face between people from Yu Hua's calm and light memories.
Through his relationship with his wife, himself and his adoptive father, himself and his biological parents, Zhang Gang and Li Si, Liu Mei and Wu Chao, and other ordinary and simple characters, the protagonist of the story strings out his family, marriage, career, love and people and things related to them, the protagonist shuttles between the world of life and death, and in the relationship between the thousands of threads, he tells the various inequalities between people, the differences between gain and loss, the connection between good and ugly, the interweaving and dissolution of love and hate, These ordinary and humble people come from you and from me, from the corners of this world and this society, they are like a drop of rain gently falling towards the dusty ground, some raindrops are large and violent may lift a few points of dirt, some raindrops are thin and weak into the ground forever quietly, but they all have a unified destination that is death! In fact, how to live and how to die? When there is no longer a strict boundary between life and death, when the high and the low are transformed into the flowing water of the waves into the rivers, who will remember who can lift up the dust? Who cares anymore about who falls faster or slower?
Although I don't read much, I also attach great importance to my own preferences, like quaint more than sensationalism, like elegance more than rudeness, like humor more than words, because I love books and know the world's things, because I can read the ancient and modern times, a good book can make people think of it all night long, a good sentence can make people Mao Setun open up to the heavens and the earth, born in the world has nothing to do, only reading can know the world through the north and south. Life has entered middle age, I have seen a lot of things in the breeze, but there are still many things that can not be completely braided, past experiences, countless processes, often like flowing water into the mind, so I also want to use the pen in my hand to record them one by one, so only through continuous learning can I speak freely like the author in the clouds.
Sincerely admiring Yu Hua, he can completely listen to his own heart, and show us the experience he has seen and heard in such a simple way, as if we are reading not one story after another but one by one.
Where do we come from and where will we go? Can the "place of death and no burial" really be as he describes it: "The water is flowing, the grass is everywhere, the trees are luxuriant, the branches are full of nucleated fruits, the leaves are like the heart, they are also the rhythm of the heart and liver when they shake, many people, many people who only have bones left, and some people with flesh, walking around there, where the leaves will beckon to you, the stones will smile at you, the river will greet you, there is no poverty and no wealth, no sorrow or pain, no hatred or hatred... The people there die and everyone is equal! "Isn't that the land I wished for?"