Standing at Thirty
by Wang Xiaobo
About This Novel
Many years ago, when I was working in a queue in the suburbs of Beijing, I often walked home in the autumn, and the road was endless. My heart was so tight that I didn't know where I was going or what I would do after I finished walking. The roadside is full of tall poplar trees, and wherever the wind blows, countless fallen leaves fall from the ceiling like a golden rain. The wind howls, sometimes tightening and sometimes loosening. The wind blew the fallen leaves out of the ditch, like golden tide rushing over the road. I walked alone and saw no one in front or behind me. Suddenly, my heart began to relax. As I walked, I felt like I was going to fall headfirst into the blue sky. The fallen leaves on both sides were like the golden gates of heaven. My heart swayed, and some poems came to my mind. At this moment, I was freed from all worries and returned to existence itself.
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