If you see a person by the Haihe River, stand there and look at the water for a long time.
That's not looking at the scenery, it's waiting for someone.
If you hear someone say "put more spicy food" in front of a pancake and fruit stall, it's not because you're greedy, but because you're homesick.
If you find an ordinary wall at the end of an alley with a small advertisement for "B&B Rental" on it, that's a wall, that's a wall.
Don't touch.
Reader comments
This novel has the chance to be something special—a book that makes you love your life even more. It's not teaching you to escape, it's teaching you to come back. It's not about giving you fantasy, it's about giving you reality. It's not to make you forget who you are, but to remind you of who you are, where you come from, and why you can't live without that imperfection.
I look forward to it being written, looking forward to it being read, looking forward to it finding its readers - those who believe in life, those who know that burnt hairtail is also love, those who have stood by the Haihe River, queued up in front of the pancake and fruit stall, and heard grandpa say "it's not as good as the old Zhang's".
There are not many of them, but they are there, and this book is for them.
The rising sun stretches the shadows very long,
The Haihe River flows slowly through the chest of the city.
The water waves push the water waves, like an unsolved question,
On the shore where the lights are starting to light up, I am rippling alone.
Do you think fish dream of the sea?
This river flows to the sea, day and night,
But forever trapped in his own river,
Isn't this incomprehensible absurdity?
But the absurdity itself is also growing,
Like the reeds on the shore, they grow one after another,
Bending in the wind, then straightening up,
Sprinkle laughter into the murky waves.
We stood on the bridge and looked at the water,
Look at the other self reflected in the water——
That upside-down, broken, flowing mirror image,
It is actually closer to the appearance of the soul than the real thing.
Haihe didn't say anything, it just flowed.
Turn absurdity into scenery,
Turn the incomprehensible into daily life,
All the whys have flowed out
No need to ask.
So lifelike and comfortable
The writing is good, I like it
Full of life style, separated from the Internet, it feels like a physical book [Like][Like][Like]
This novel has the chance to be something special—a book that makes you love your life even more. It's not teaching you to escape, it's teaching you to come back. It's not about giving you fantasy, it's about giving you reality. It's not to make you forget who you are, but to remind you of who you are, where you come from, and why you can't live without that imperfection. I look forward to it being written, looking forward to it being read, looking forward to it finding its readers - those who believe in life, those who know that burnt hairtail is also love, those who have stood by the Haihe River, queued up in front of the pancake and fruit stall, and heard grandpa say "it's not as good as the old Zhang's". There are not many of them, but they are there, and this book is for them. The rising sun stretches the shadows very long, The Haihe River flows slowly through the chest of the city. The water waves push the water waves, like an unsolved question, On the shore where the lights are starting to light up, I am rippling alone. Do you think fish dream of the sea? This river flows to the sea, day and night, But forever trapped in his own river, Isn't this incomprehensible absurdity? But the absurdity itself is also growing, Like the reeds on the shore, they grow one after another, Bending in the wind, then straightening up, Sprinkle laughter into the murky waves. We stood on the bridge and looked at the water, Look at the other self reflected in the water—— That upside-down, broken, flowing mirror image, It is actually closer to the appearance of the soul than the real thing. Haihe didn't say anything, it just flowed. Turn absurdity into scenery, Turn the incomprehensible into daily life, All the whys have flowed out No need to ask.
So lifelike and comfortable The writing is good, I like it
Full of life style, separated from the Internet, it feels like a physical book [Like][Like][Like]