Jingjiu Talisman

Many details of the story in "Wine Talisman" have gradually become blurred. I mentioned it to my friend: "Why don't you write these stories into words, or write them into novels and keep them?" But the friend shook his head: "Forget it, let it be forgotten with time. It's not like I have never lost important things in life." I asked, "Don't you want someone to remember these things?" He was silent for a moment and told me: "Have you ever thought about it? The first painting in the world may have been born on the stone wall of a certain cave. The painter is just trying desperately to grasp something that is crucial to him, hoping to be remembered by someone. It's a pity that thousands of years have passed, and who still remembers why the painting was originally painted?" After that conversation, I did try to write some words: humor, excitement, food, love, courage, philosophy, interesting people I met, empty streets in the early morning, the art of pursuit... They are like beads scattered on the ground, unable to find the thread that can string them together, and have no destination. So, after waking up from an ordinary nap, I made a decision: write out all these "stories" and turn them into a novel. Just let it be an anchor. Like the anonymous painting on the cave wall, it also seems like a specially written memo to my future self. I finally got my wish and wrote what I really wanted to write. This process is very exciting and really artistic. I'm not here to give you some enlightening "big principles" or teach you how to do things. I only think of one thing: dragging you all together, closing your eyes and looking for some excitement in those half-conscious memory fragments.