Three years of memory, four years of forgetfulness

Author: David
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Publish Date: 2004-10-01
Features: Reading collective memory and reflection in the concrete fiction, reading one's own shadow in collective memory and reflection, and then chewing on superficiality, savoring simplicity, and exploring the pain of communication barriers. Perhaps, the extension and vitality of life will exceed the dramatic tension contained in the novel, but a crucial part of life—from campus to society—has already solidified in the words of youth. Therefore, we should be grateful to David for giving a group of people a mirror to the recently passed time. Whether the lover in the ivory tower will leave or not, in the real world, the beautiful plateau should not have faded yet. David's bitterness means relentless satire, and our bitterness in the heart is like over-fermented wine, surfacing in the belch of the night, stinging the nose and lungs. This is our life, leisurely pursuits are not for mixing! A summary of youth! — Xiaoqin, born in 1972
In David's portrayal of Lao Sun, there is the shadow of our generation. We share memories with Lao Sun, and perhaps we are also like Lao Sun, trying to forget. David gives us another self-portrait of this group. It includes both the era that shaped us and the us who have been shaped by the era. — Qian, born in 1972
Lao Sun is absolutely not an isolated case among those born in the 1970s. We live, but due to heavy pressure and the of emotional life, some people gradually deteriorate. For these people, youth may just be a noun—present if spoken of, absent if not. The word "living" is far more tangible than "youth." — Youyuan, born in 1973
Lao Sun's seven years remind one of the humid summers in Shanghai. Amid the damp, hazy air, alternating between the lazy yellow of the sun and the glaring midday light, carefree yet cynical, it makes all those born in the 1970s relive their past and lost youth. — MICK, born in 1976
Let's talk about some of the broken things of the 1970s generation. That's fun, that's once familiar, that's alluring, that damn thing. If youth still has memories, in the dead sea of our memories, what floats without settling may be just the garbage of disillusionment. After seven years of struggling, Lao Sun finally realizes that his ideals, love, marriage, career, and psychedelic romance have all collapsed. In his university days, during the "animal" era, in the hot and humid summer, his ideals swelled like popcorn. "Pooping" actually helped him meet his wife in that restless summer. After graduation, he began his life as an ant-like ad man in the city. Companies, bosses, colleagues, and clients—it turns out to be like this! The ideal of the "future's protagonist" from his university days ended in a hell-like existence. A hundred years from now, who will chant "" for him, to liberate his restless soul? Traveling alone to Tibet, he meets Tao. That terrifying car crash, those eyes—his divorce after returning home seems to change him and his life. But, it's not like that. He is still the person standing at the crossroads, just like most people in this city. Living together in an age without memory!