During the reign of Renzong, the Jinzun Stele, which had been lost for centuries, reappeared. Undecipherable words, hopeless utilitarianism, bloody fighting, no escape, are the chaos we write in this life. The destined encounter, the destined separation, the storm has dispersed, leaving only scars as clear as new.
A little awe-inspiring
Thousands of miles of joyful wind
But it's hard to predict when the wandering in this life will stop
Look at the clouds rolling in the sky
It's just that we are no longer side by side, no longer familiar with each other
Not together
It turns out there is always a kind of sadness that cannot be expressed in words, Mo Yan
Mo Yan