About This Novel
Lu Xun was sitting in the faculty preparation room of Peking University. A young man he was unfamiliar with silently handed over a package of books and hurriedly left. Lu Xun opened it and saw that it was a copy of "Asakusa". More than ten years later, I walked into the place where Lu Xun sat and rested. I also held a copy of "Weeds", but I couldn't see Beijing and the world in Beijing as seen by Lu Xun. Many years after leaving our hometown, our hometown has been replaced by the urban landscape. However, the wilderness is still the wilderness, the sea is the sea, the island is the island, the butterfly returns to the butterfly, and the dance returns to the dance. There is still a sadhu in my life who is sitting quietly on the banks of the Ganges. Sitting on the corpse-burning platform on the shore of the ferry in Varanasi, I sat quietly and entered Zen, ignoring the life and death around me. All kinds of scarcity occupy the vast world on both sides of the Ganges River under various names, occupying various spaces on the sea and islands, like flowers occupying butterflies, like butterflies occupying dance, and like cremation rituals occupying the time and space of several major traumas in our lives.
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