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"Missing My Brothers in the Military Village", "Ancient Capital" and "The Wanderer" are a trilogy of novels written about Taiwan at the end of the last century (Wang Dewei's language). This novel collection is the first one. It is not only a representative work of "military village literature", but the six novels collected in the collection also have a common theme - old soul. Time has passed, and when the world is no longer young, "middle age" seems to have become a writing field that the writer Zhu Tianxin is extremely concerned about. The middle-aged characters in her works are like players who collect antiques, constantly sorting out their own predicaments, fearing old age and death, Cherish those things that are gone forever: "Military Village Party", "Urashima Taro", kangaroo mother, butterfly girl in the spring breeze... Zhu Tianxin is obsessed with her wrestling with time, and builds a giant statue of Father Time for the old souls she knows well.

"Wanderer" includes five novels written by Taiwanese novelist Zhu Tianxin before and after his father's death, plus an essay "The Author and Me". The writing took nearly three years from the end of 1997 to the late autumn of 2000. This is a book of death, and it was death that directly initiated this writing. The daughter's grief turned into a wandering that was constantly bifurcated, thinking and reality were weightless: a strange and lost journey along the Mediterranean coast, building a paradise-like town in a dream, walking on the Tinker Bell Galaxy Railway in the movie, falling into the cave of childhood memories on the island, and accompanying her father to prune roses... The dead left like migratory birds, and the living were left behind and stayed on the ground, walking step by step, traveling to the ends of the world to find the possible habitat of the deceased. The five novels are like a movement with an ups and down rhythm, a dream with flashbacks, connected into a dense long structure.

An atypical cat book that has been selling for nearly 20 years, it tells the story of a heroic cat tribe in a reinforced concrete jungle, where he met, got to know, and forgot about each other in the world of more than a dozen "city hunters" with different personalities. Novelist Zhu Tianxin is a cat lover and a senior animal protection volunteer. She once joked that she "dreams about sleeping with animals every ten years, which earned her the reputation of being a waste of novels." She has a long-standing bond with the creatures that suddenly appear and disappear in her house and on the streets outside her house. In "Hunters," a classic collection of essays featuring street cats as the protagonists, she records the lives of more than a dozen "hunters" on the fringes of the city with an equal perspective of observation and clear words of love and hate. They have different personalities. Some are battle-hardened and wild like street emperors, while others are timid, dull, greedy and clingy. Some linger in human homes, while others are lost on the streets. Living together in a cold city, these brief encounters between humans and cats are full of warmth and arouse people's inner sense of social responsibility.

Many years later, you are repeatedly struck by an old photo that flashes into your mind. It was a movie and its stills that you watched when you were forced to join a film club with a senior who loved art films in college. In the photo, an elegant old couple in neat clothes stood side by side on a straight, classical-style bridge and stared at it. At that time, you were confused by the various film analysis languages ​​​​of your seniors, and you did not take a closer look at the expressions on their faces. In fact, you had no interest in or care about all the people who were older than you (regardless of the classic master movies).

As the car passed through Songshan Mountain, it was pitch black outside, with only a few lights on the Keelung River in the distance, blurred by tears, like balls of fire, flying busily across the sky one by one. Really, everything will go, but what should I do? I am such a shameless person. I only want God to let everyone stay in the moment they like forever. Carlo and I had just finished watching the Southeast Asian film "Abnormal Love". When we came out of the cinema, the sun was gloomy and the ground was half wet and half dry after it had rained.

I dreamed of capturing and recording the figures and stories of the street cats in the dark alleys one by one, to prove that they had indeed visited this city in this world. "That Cat, That People, That City" is a new cat book by Zhu Tianxin, a writer and senior animal protection volunteer. Following "The Hunters", it writes the stories of the street cat friends she encounters in her life, and extends to the cat tribe, the human tribe, and the intertwined symbiotic time and space between the two: Tiantang, who only wants love without bread, Tangerine, who has been with the author for seven years, Tangerine, who sings loudly and has a professional nanny certificate. Cat King Breast, the handsome stray cat Scabbers who has a large human fan base; there is also Debbie, a girl who fell in love with the uninhibited stray cat Tail Orange, cat volunteer Tianwen, legendary scratcher Lin Yishan, KT and Ye Zi, the "condor heroes" who founded the "Taiwan Adoption Map", novelist Wang Jiaxiang who rescued stray dogs alone in the countryside of Tainan, writer Huhu who died in a car accident while feeding street cats...

She is just a diamond that shines uncertainly, a shooting star that disappears in the blink of an eye without even having time to make a wish. When I was with Qiao, I understood for the first time the meaning of floating life like a dream. It turns out that the most precious things in the world are often so illusory and uncertain. The last issue talked about the friendship between Xiao Xia, a girl with poor academic performance but full of whimsical thoughts all day long, and her friends Juer, Xiao Jing, Deng and others. Xiao Xia frequently looked back at campus life, remembering the passing green years in beautiful details...

"The whirling ocean, the beautiful island. Don't your memories count?" Kyoto is a poem, and Taipei is a novel. The writer traveled between the two cities, looking for a place where spirit and memory can rest: on one side is the ancient capital that remains unchanged and carries memories in Kawabata Yasunari's works, and on the other is his hometown of Taipei, which is constantly erasing history and memory. Using a map from the Japanese occupation period, the narrator wanders through the streets of Taipei at the end of the century. The only sights he sees are the ruins and fractures left by urban evolution and construction. The relics of memory are disappearing, and both the collective and the individual are suffering from historical amnesia. "Ancient Capital" is Zhu Tianxin's island fable, which includes five short stories and short stories. Like Benjamin's "New Angel" in Klee's paintings, she stares at the ruins of history, stops time, and awakens the dead, but is blown step by step into the future by the wind of the times. This book was selected as one of the "Top 100 Chinese Novels of the 20th Century" by Asia Weekly and is a classic of contemporary Chinese literature.

Ningning Road was full of people. I saw myself in my early thirties when I was worried and thinking about my novel in progress. At that time, I thought that my old life had come to an end. I looked so young now. I saw myself holding my daughter and bending down. I saw Tang Nuo talking to the big-headed girl, I saw Tianwen who was in a trance when he was twenty-two years old, wearing a long coat with two chest-length braids, I saw Grandpa Hu Lancheng with the corners of his robe raised as he walked quickly, I saw my parents in their prime, I saw Hongzhi Xuan Yi and Li held A Pu's back, Dachun Meiyao and two-year-old Zhang Rong, Ding Yamin, Lu Fei, Yi Du Zhiwei, Huang Zongying, these young friends, old Jiao Jiao Xiongping liked to go into the glass shop more than me, Wu Jiwen and Huang Jinshu, who were both similar to each other, My good friend at that time was Xiao Weizheng Lao Xiao, my favorite at that time was Zheng Ying from the Israeli army, Zhengyi Xiaozheng and his family, Liwen Naijingma Ge, Junying and Hou Zi who were the best at walking and seeing... Not to mention Mengmeng who was sitting in the stroller with focused eyes and no smile. I clearly remember their presence and their laughter. Since my first visit to Kyoto (1979), the cherry blossoms have bloomed thirty-three times.

"Song of Attacking the Soil" faithfully records the affectionate high school years of a writer as a girl and her best friend. They are not engaged in production, they only know joy and sorrow, but their ambitions are blown by the wind, and their journey is not determined. This "Song of Attacking Soil" begins with Xiao Xia and Carlo, who were sixteen or seventeen years old, walking on Xinsheng South Road next to National Taiwan University, and ends on July 1, 1976, when Xiao Xia rushes to Jieshou Road for the university entrance examination. Looking back today, can the arrogant and domineering youthful rants and big dreams, and even the girl's childlike words, come back again? High school life is always worth remembering, and youth can only be written sincerely.