A Book of Mountains and Rivers

Author: Zhang Chengzhi
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Publish Date: 2001-02-01
Features: I think things are largely similar, whether a withered blade of grass or a weak ox. The harm of politics, compared to the eternal nature and the long-flowing history, and compared to the surviving people, is so insignificant. Except for us, who are stained with the sickness of ink, no one else boasts about their own wounds. Moreover, most people are broad-minded, like polished sandalwood paperweights, like farmers in new clothes, living cleanly and beautifully. I cherish that tape, and even more so—our hearts, which are still painfully playing this very moment. It is so beautiful, so tragic, so intense. It is not music; because the expression of music is not enough. It is backed by vibrant scenes, roaring with hoarse verses. The moment it starts playing, it is accompanied by the tragic scenery of devastation, the mountain-top wheat with years of drought, and the voice of the Hans in Xihai Gu that always calls to me.