The Vanishing Era

Author: Lü Jing
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Publish Date: 2006-01-01
Features: Birds of a feather flock together, and so do birds. This isn't just empty talk. Last summer, at the invitation of a few brothers from Southwest University of Political Science and Law, Jiang Xiao and I boarded a train to Chongqing, planning to meet up and then travel to Lhasa. Yet to this day, I have never set foot on this mysterious land of Lhasa. As the Tibetan monks would say, this might just be a case of no fate. But ever since that trip, my understanding of the meaning of the words "weird" has deepened more than in the previous twenty years combined. To this day, whenever I think about that day's experience, I feel as if I'm in a nightmare. I've never told anyone about that day, and Jiang Xiao hasn't either. Perhaps the experience was buried so deep in my subconscious that neither of us wanted to touch it. Stories are objective, but how they are told is the storyteller's subjective choice. Compared to the warm atmosphere surrounding the telling of love stories, when telling strange and bizarre tales, even the storyteller themselves might feel a chill. To be honest, if it weren't for moving a year later and my girlfriend accidentally discovering my dusty, year-old diary while sorting through the house, I might have kept this story locked away forever. But in this world, not many men can resist their girlfriend's persistent nagging. So a year later, with the help of those diary entries that seemed to have been written just yesterday, the scenes of last summer resurfaced through my mediocre storytelling. First, let me make two solemn declarations, whether I've said it before or not, I'll say it again here. , some parts of the story have a high difficulty and danger coefficient. Even if you are an adult or accompanied by a parent, it is still advised not to imitate them lightly. There's a poem by Pet?fi, isn't there? "Life is precious, but dying is not worth it."