Wang Anyi", "Long Hate Song"

The back lane in Shanghai is even more like it is going to penetrate into people's hearts, where the pavement is decorated with cracks, the gutters are overflowing, the water is floating with fish scales and old vegetable leaves, and the oil fumes between the stoves. Here there are some dirty, untidy, deepest and deepest kind of privacy is also exposed, a little less regular. As a result, it seems a bit gloomy. The sun didn't come in until three o'clock in the afternoon, and soon the sun set. This point of sunlight covers it with a layer of ambiguous colors, the walls are yellow, and the rough on the surface is highlighted, a rustling layer. The window panes are also yellow, stained, and look like some flowers. At this time, the sunlight was shining for a long time, some could not hold back the tiredness, the last of the bottom of the light burst out to shine, there were many sediments in the light, it was viscous and heavy, but also some unclean. The pigeons flew in front, some dust from the sunset in the back lane, and wild cats were also haunted here. This is deep into the skin, it is not possible to talk about whether it is close or close, but it is a little greasy, and it is fearful in the dark, but there is a touch of erosion.

——Wang Anyi, "Long Hate Song"