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Author: Wang Shuo
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Publishing Date: 2007-01-01
Features: In the 1950s and 1960s, our publishing house organized a nationwide selection of outstanding long (novels) anthologies, showcasing the style and level of long (novels) (creation) at that time. After the New Period, the number of long (novels) (created) works surged, with themes, styles, and techniques becoming increasingly diverse. To more comprehensively reflect the achievements of long (novels) (created) during this period, in May 2004, we edited and published the series "Representative Works of Famous Contemporary Chinese Novelists," featuring works by twenty-five writers. These works excelled in depth, uniqueness, evoking strong responses, or being widely enjoyed by readers. The series received positive social feedback after publication. For this re-publication, we adjusted the original series list, selected additional works, and included those that won the Mao Dun Literature Prize in the "Complete Collection of Mao Dun Literature Prize Winners." As a result, the "Representative Works of Famous Contemporary Chinese Novelists" series now offers a more complete and comprehensive selection, aligning with our previously published "Contemporary Chinese Long (novels) Not Collected" and "Complete Collection of Mao Dun Literature Prize Winners," allowing readers to better understand the development (trajectory) and overall style of long (novels) (creation) since the founding of New China from different stages and perspectives. I believe that every day of the past truly existed, though I was absent; Fang Qiangqiang, however, was never missing for a second. I have a magical ability to accelerate the passage of time, leaving gracefully when encountering awkwardness, danger, or boredom. But he had no escape, spending every moment of every day. I think I missed many important moments and opportunities, so I can't truly say I understand life. It's like a train passing through chaotic thoughts—memories gradually connect to form, until the unruly boy Fang Qiangqiang appears with the innocence of a child. What's harder than retrieving childhood memories is describing them: the fleeting, indistinct thoughts, along with their unique atmosphere, sounds, and light. This time, Wang Shuo's words are filled with deep emotion. Everyone is a history of growth and the soul. Fang Qiangqiang to you and me is like humanity looking back at its prehistoric period, retaining its enduring charm because it will never return. I know his despair—the endless, inescapable life is truly unbearable. I believe I have a destination in the future. He often guesses who I am and what I'm doing. At that time, I didn't know my mission was to record him; if I had, I wouldn't have been so willful and would have stayed by his side longer.