The Story of Hulan River. March in the Small Town

Author: Xiao Hong
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Publish Date: 2004-01-01
Features: The fame of the talented female writer Xiao Hong has been steadily rising in recent years, partly due to the aesthetic beauty of her prose, and partly due to her pitiable and beloved life story. At the age of 30, Xiao Hong passed away alone in Hong Kong, leaving behind a final message: "Half my life has been met with cold indifference; I die first, I cannot accept it, I cannot accept it," and "Leave the other half of Dream of the Red Chamber for others to read." This book allows you to experience the unparalleled beauty of Xiao Hong's prose, which is both tragically beautiful, filled with lyrical charm, and deeply moving. Xiao Hong's works deliberately blur the boundaries between prose and fiction, with the retreat of ideas bringing about a full restoration of literary intuition. The repetitive phrases are imbued with poetic beauty and a sense of retrospect. This book selects works that fully capture Xiao Hong's sensibilities and thoughts, including The Story of Hulan River, Hands, On the Ox Cart, March in a Small Town, and Reminiscences of Mr. Lu Xun.
Excerpt from The Story of Hulan River: When the severe wintered the earth, the ground was cracked everywhere. From south to north, from east to west, cracks of several feet long, ten feet long, and even several dozen feet long appeared, with no direction, appearing anytime and anywhere, as long as the severe winter arrived, the earth would crack open. The extreme cold froze the earth. The elderly, upon entering the house, would sweep the ice drips from their beards with a broom, saying, "It's so cold today! The ground is cracked." The coachman, with three stars in the sky, whipped his horse around for sixty or seventy miles, and as soon as dawn broke, he entered the carriage inn. In just a few words, he told the innkeeper, "What a fierce day! Sharp as a knife." After entering the inn, he took off his dogskin hat, smoked a cigarette, and then reached out for a warm bun. His hand, exposed to the cold, was covered with countless cracks. Human hands were frozen and cracked...