Nanjing Love Story
by Become Acquainted With The Street Lamp
About This Novel
In 1995, they said goodbye to each other at Nanjing Pier, and she hated him all her life. She didn't know that the cause of his death was medically diagnosed 'lovesickness'. After all, the water of the Yangtze River cannot cover the Seine River. It turns out that the deepest lovesickness is that one's breath is stained by the wind and snow of the Far East.
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Not a tragedy, but an epic - "Nanjing Love Story" and the East Asian style of silent affection
If you regard "Nanjing Love Story" only as a love tragedy, you will underestimate its weight. It is not about the miss of two people, but a silent epic about hometown, distance and sacrifice of a generation. The root of the tragedy of Jiang Nian and Xu Huai is not the work of evil people or the tricks of fate, but the "arrogance" and "silence" deeply rooted in the genes of East Asian culture. They would rather spend their whole lives watching than bow to love at the critical moment. This emotional mode is full of classical and oriental tragic beauty. The author's brilliance is that she writes this long death in an extremely calm and even beautiful style. Whether it is the medical diagnosis of "breathing the snow of the Far East" or the ultimate romance of "the ashes are thrown into the river and the water drops are sent to France", this tragedy escapes from the category of bloodshed and is sublimated into a philosophical thinking about memory and forgetting. This is not just a story, but a mirror that reflects the regrets in each of us that we cherish too much and cannot express.
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Official(1)Scraped 9d ago
Not a tragedy, but an epic - "Nanjing Love Story" and the East Asian style of silent affection
If you regard "Nanjing Love Story" only as a love tragedy, you will underestimate its weight. It is not about the miss of two people, but a silent epic about hometown, distance and sacrifice of a generation. The root of the tragedy of Jiang Nian and Xu Huai is not the work of evil people or the tricks of fate, but the "arrogance" and "silence" deeply rooted in the genes of East Asian culture. They would rather spend their whole lives watching than bow to love at the critical moment. This emotional mode is full of classical and oriental tragic beauty. The author's brilliance is that she writes this long death in an extremely calm and even beautiful style. Whether it is the medical diagnosis of "breathing the snow of the Far East" or the ultimate romance of "the ashes are thrown into the river and the water drops are sent to France", this tragedy escapes from the category of bloodshed and is sublimated into a philosophical thinking about memory and forgetting. This is not just a story, but a mirror that reflects the regrets in each of us that we cherish too much and cannot express.
