Spring flowers and autumn moon, how many are there?

Author: Xi Zi
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Publish Date: 2004-05-01
Features: On a rainy morning in late spring, delicate raindrops soothe every nerve, allowing the bewildered life to catch a moment's breath. Ice's Everything Returns to Zero is about to be published, and a friend can't help but say a few words. The friend has never told Ice how they felt after reading the manuscript, instead maintaining their usual silence. It always feels as though language is a covering for the soul, and any words that come out of one's mouth inevitably deviate from their original intent. The outcome of any conversation is bound to be pessimistic. In the face of any undeniable facts, we instinctively choose to give up. Love is, after all, a form of death. Western love, Xiao Wu's love, a mother's love—loving others or loving oneself will all lead to a dead end. Any form of genuine love will push one to extremes. Love leaves one with no way out. The writer, Jibin. I didn’t add the word “all” in front because not every piece of writing is a castle built from the soul. Those who write with their hearts turn each word they write into a trophy gained in the process of fighting for themselves, and the battlefield after the stripping away becomes a noble ruin. Both the friend and Ice were born in the 1980s. If one must use the words of Rong Wen to depict the image of children born in this era, perhaps “snail” is the most suitable. Under the bright sunlight, we create ourselves and then destroy ourselves. The curve of life extends and twists. In our childhood songs, we yearned for the beauty of adulthood, preparing to walk boldly in the skirts of singers who danced freely. But as we journey along, all we’ve learned is far…