Chapter 20 foreword

I learned to write novels in France.The teachers I can't forget are Rousseau, Hugo, Zola and Romain Rolland. ——Ba Jin: "Fifty Years of Literary Life" A, in the summer of 1975, Ba Jin suddenly made a bold decision: take Xiao Shan's ashes home!It's not that the old man can't bear the boundless loneliness of the small building, but that he always misses Xiao Shan in his heart. B, Ba Jin used to know this small street like the back of his hand, and almost every household here is firmly in his heart.However, after all, half a century has passed.The small streets remain the same, but the houses are completely different.He clearly remembered that he would pass by this small street every morning and night, especially in the middle of the night, when he came back from school, it was already dark, and the small street was completely dark.

C, Ba Jin's words add a bit of mystery to the car speeding in the rain.Previously, all French writers, including Bergeron, only knew about Ba Jin from books, but now they have a real insight into the spiritual world of the old man. D, Ba Jin seemed to be looking for the small desk where he used to write in that slightly cramped dormitory.He said to his French friend: "I came back from a walk in the woods one fine morning, and suddenly received a letter from my elder brother from Chengdu via Siberia..."