Zhang Chengzhi's Prose (Illustrated Treasures Edition)

Author: Zhang Chengzhi
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Publish Date: 2005-05-01
Features: The exquisite prose and beautiful illustrations complement each other, making it both a masterpiece for appreciation and a premium choice for collection. Chinese prose has a long and profound history. Over thousands of years of prose creation, whether expressing emotions, stating intentions, depicting landscapes, or remembering people, it has reflected the fluctuations of the times and the thoughts and feelings of the people. In the new literature of the 20th century, these fine traditions of Chinese prose were not only fully inherited but also continuously innovated and developed. To showcase the achievements of Chinese prose since the 20th century, we edited and published the "Treasures of Chinese Prose" in the early days of the new century, totaling thirty volumes. Five years have passed, and on this basis, we have meticulously compiled this "Illustrated Treasures of Chinese Prose," consisting of sixteen volumes. After further selection, this series not only adds over 50,000 new words to each volume but also accompanies them with precious photographs reflecting the authors' life journeys. Truly, the beauty of the prose and the elegance of the illustrations complement each other, making it both a masterpiece for personal appreciation and a premium choice for collection.
Zhang Chengzhi's prose is bold and unrestrained, for it serves as a battle cry. He does not pay attention to the color of the words but relies entirely on the spread of his passion to support it. Therefore, every word, sentence, and cry in his writing is scorching. Such writing is like driving long iron nails into thick wood, with its penetrating power in every blow to the soul. Reading Zhang Chengzhi's words brings a soul-shattering shock, an experience that is both thrilling and awe-inspiring. His prose, especially the night talks or monologues of the lone traveler, directly touches the essence of life, the bones of the soul, rather than the gentle comfort and pleasure derived from stroking the flesh. Reading Zhang Chengzhi, the heart does not remain calm, and the mind does not become dull—therefore, one must read!
Zhang Chengzhi's words yearn for the fleeting days of the grasslands, one after another. One might say that each of his prose pieces is a day on the grasslands, and the black horse embodies Zhang Chengzhi's grassland emotions. From the grasslands of Inner Mongolia to the mountains and waters of Xinjiang, and to the ethnic groups he deeply loves, he expresses his love for the people and the land. Zhang Chengzhi's writing deeply and calmly expresses his focus on the lives and thoughts of the common people. In essence, Zhang Chengzhi is gradually paying attention to the justice and conscience that cannot be expressed within the human heart. In reality, he focuses on every person, but he uses the symbols of the common people to do so. After decades of effort, he tries to correctly express that the common people are, in fact, the center of our world. Now, when I read it, I feel that there is no center. If there is, it is the conscience that exists in nature, the universe, and the infinite. The conflict between ideals and reality is a conflict that demands a price in pain. True singing cannot take place on a stage, and words that truly come from the heart cannot be widely shared. Today, everyone knows the lies, and everyone writes and speaks them, using them as masks, while the truth hides in the Gobi Desert. We pass through it, and there it seems to have only sand, rocks, and desolation. But when we get out of the car and begin to walk at the foot of snow-capped peaks, in the mountains of the Qilian range, we will easily discover that there are mountains and rivers there, where greenery flows and the harmony of heaven and humanity lives. The abundant and beautiful civilization has infused strength into my frail body. From the soles of my feet that sink into the mud to the of my inner vision. I know that this knowledge and its norms are not only the spear of profit but also a reliable shield. After wandering in academia for many years, I first experienced my love for knowledge and the urgent desire to pursue it. But gradually, the classroom had long changed its location to the mountains and frontiers; and in the ranks of classmates and teachers, farmers and herdsmen had also unintentionally filled the space.