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My friend's prose has been on my desk for some time. When I read it again for writing the preface, I have new feelings every time. What is the texture and spirit of today's prose? What is the high line of art and the bottom line of an essayist's existence?

In my hometown, someone asked me why you left this land, and I blurted out that it was blood. The blood was trying to make its way out of the soil, and no one could stop it. He recorded his hometown with his heart, experienced vicissitudes of life, understood the beauty and tension of simplicity, and understood that peace of mind is the right way.

"Soul Endorsement" contains the author's recent masterpieces of prose. The work cuts into the little-known spiritual level and is based on the grand narrative of the truth of life. It criticizes the ugliness of human nature, the destruction of ecology, and the decline of the countryside. The melancholy and affectionate words reflect the author's social conscience and the spirit of the times.

"Candlelight in the Dark Night" is divided into three volumes: the first volume "Light in the Dark Night" includes chapters such as "Gentleness Walks into the Good Night" and "Running Before Dawn", which focuses on exploring the individual soul; the second volume "Things on the Earth" contains chapters such as "Father Pulled Out the Infusion Set", which mostly recalls the emotional interactions between father, sister and other relatives and friends; the third volume "Mu Zhen Scenery" contains chapters such as "Living for a Xanthium", which focuses on describing local customs.

When reading the 2011 essays, a passage from Dickens always comes to my mind. These are words that make people sleepless. When I think of them, I feel inexplicably restless in my heart, as if something different has been added to my bones. Dickens's words were originally meant for the French Revolution. It was an era of shock, an era of blood and fire, a time of life and death, hope in times of despair, blood stains and crying, delivery beds and tombstones, destruction and shattering as well as prayer and reconstruction. In the era of great changes, there will be great tears. We will be soaked in blood, steamed in boiling water, and washed in clean water. But what about the present, the present we live in, what kind of era is this? What period? We are at a loss and really don't know how to name this emotion: love or hate. If you want to love this era, just be reborn in this era, this is heaven; if you want to hate this era, just be reborn in this era, this is hell.