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Nine Chapters
Modern Romance九章别裁
Dai Xier
While the mathematician dropped the ninth grain of jasmine into the monk's bowl at Xiang Thong Temple, the woman writing the novel was fishing for the last embers of the Mekong Krathong. The aerial roots of the thousand-year-old banyan tree hang down the catenary, and the overtones of the bronze drum carve the dreamlike coordinates of the "Peony Pavilion" on the Riemann surface. They used Gödel's incompleteness theorem to translate the rainforest monsoon, and folded unsent love letters into the Coriolis pattern of tropical cyclones - until ancient jade seeds grew enamel growth rings on each other's palm prints, they were shocked to realize that all encounters were carefully disguised mathematical induction.
While the mathematician dropped the ninth grain of jasmine into the monk's bowl at Xiang Thong Temple, the woman writing the novel was fishing for the last embers of the Mekong Krathong. The aerial roots of the thousand-year-old banyan tree hang down the catenary, and the overtones of the bronze drum carve the dreamlike coordinates of the "Peony Pavilion" on the Riemann surface. They used Gödel's incompleteness theorem to translate the rainforest monsoon, and folded unsent love letters into the Coriolis pattern of tropical cyclones - until ancient jade seeds grew enamel growth rings on each other's palm prints, they were shocked to realize that all encounters were carefully disguised mathematical induction.

My Second and Third Essays
Short Fiction我的二三随笔
Dai Xier
These words come from the author's different dreams and different loves. The pen and ink flow between the paper, in the friction between the pen tip and the fiber, the true feelings flow into the heart unconsciously, life is boring and smelly, and there is an endless stream of people who have no faith, but you can dedicate a poem... Sincerely your words, freedom, and respect for life, landscape and love.
These words come from the author's different dreams and different loves. The pen and ink flow between the paper, in the friction between the pen tip and the fiber, the true feelings flow into the heart unconsciously, life is boring and smelly, and there is an endless stream of people who have no faith, but you can dedicate a poem... Sincerely your words, freedom, and respect for life, landscape and love.