"Old bills, unnumbered, 300,000. Buy me a reunion with my daughter, and trade for the rest of my life in peace." Jealousy often twists a person's expression and warps their mind. By comparison, holding a grudge and getting even could be considered a virtue.
Perhaps in a corner of the city, surrounded by oil lamps and ancient books, he rolls and lingers among words that may or may not be true. Perhaps in the folds of the mountains, he hoes weeds between seedlings, while dogs bark and roosters crow morning and night in a courtyard of a few bricks and tiles.
Wang Qihua wanted to live his life like a poetic landscape essay. In truth, it was fated to become a novel full of twists and turns. He could not yet forget himself and the world around him, so he remained entangled in human relationships, finding joy in the beauty of the mountains and rivers and in the pleasures of love. The bitterness and sweetness of this world bound his heart and held his body captive.
Theme: He had hoped to live like a landscape essay, only to find himself in a novel full of twists and turns.
