White dog swing set

Author: Mo Yan
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Publish Date: 2004-01-01
Features: A thousand words cannot express what Mo Yan can! Mo Yan calls himself "Mo" (not speaking), yet his pen is filled with countless words. Regardless of the subject, his eloquent and intricate style is his trademark. This is perhaps a game of self-deprecation or self-affirmation for a novelist. Because of these countless words, he has also attracted countless attached voices from literary critics. Discussing everything about Mo Yan, from feminism to national discourse, has indeed led to many conferences and theses in recent years. However, amidst the clamor of academia, Mo Yan seems to respond to everything with "silence." The various "interpretations" of the novelist's final aspirations in his works must be grounded in this self-awareness.
Content: Climbing up the embankment of the Jiahe River behind the farm, I immediately saw a group of handsome young men chasing another group of handsome young men in the white poplar forest on the riverbank. They spun around in front of me like a revolving light, making me dizzy. After a moment, my eyes adjusted, and I realized that calling them handsome was perhaps not entirely accurate. Each of them had short legs, big heads, red faces, and round cheeks. Their appearance was quite cute, but the sounds they made with their mouths were fierce. "Kill, kill, kill," the sound echoed, spraying from their lips. After chasing around for a few circles, the boys who were carrying sticks suddenly stopped, turned around, and clenched kitchen knives in their hands.