For the general reader, perhaps this is a somewhat bizarre novel - unconventional, bohemian and too ethereal.Even the author, after I finished writing this novel, my heart was full of fog.One thing is certain, however: the novel is relatively successful in opening up space.How fulfilling it is to write!Every day, I walk into my work room from the near nihility of the mundane world, and encounter those characters and scenes in other dimensions that I have become familiar with.I love them so much, and I also love those scenes that do not belong to the world.This kind of love is completely different from worldly love, and when I write them or read them, my blood will not be as excited as when I read some classical novels in my youth.that boundary, yes

A continuous meditation, a performance in another space driven by the powerful dynamics of the dark place-the background is completely unfamiliar, and the movements of the characters are a bit like space dancing. If we don't stand up and perform, we will never know how strong the armor that our flesh becomes, and how impossible free movement is.Perhaps it can be said that what this book attempts to describe is the pain from the abyss and the efforts made by people to fight against them.I remember that in those days when I just finished the work, the leaves were already withered and yellow, I was running on the path, and I asked myself curiously many times: "Have you tried your best?" The answer is in my heart, there is some kind of relief, Relief, but also new confusion and anxiety.

Why do people need another space and time?That's because he is not free, his desires cannot be released, and his spirit has no place to develop.In the world I'm trying to create, the sun is burning like a fire, people's movements are always unexpected, each of them is using strange performances to ward off death, and they are all on the way to their ideal pole. .Pure spiritual love is extraordinarily strong, concentrated and persistent because it eliminates the interference of external conditions. This is the inspiration this novel gave me. Perhaps in the eyes of some readers, this kind of novel is like an experiment, a special hobby of some people.In a sense, human mental activity is constituted by successive experiments.In other words, try to see how active your own rigid body is, and whether you still have hope to successfully break away from gravity and start an ethereal dance.In my novel creation, I have always tried my best to reject the invasion of superficial things. The realm I pursue forces me to maintain this high profile—you can also call it a low profile, because it describes primitive desires, animal desires , the only difference is that there is a hidden consciousness in this desire.After the secular world is excluded, human associations cannot find a horizontal counterpart, and creation is of course like an experiment in a closed space.Even breathing is difficult in such a space.What I try to achieve in my creation is to break through the limitations, turn the closed space into an open space, and let people's possibilities become a realistic "reality".And to do this, it is necessary to engage in the experiment of intercourse, otherwise the space will collapse.Therefore, it can be said that every emotion in the novel comes from the secular world, but after turning a few corners, it has already changed beyond recognition.My job is ambiguous intercourse. For those readers who love spiritual things and want to explore the mysteries of life, the strangeness of my novels will attract them, because this strangeness points to exactly what they should be most familiar with. , something that accompanies them every day.

Some readers may ask why, in this novel, these wandering men and women always yearn for the same unspeakable thing, and not for other things; excited.I can't answer this question right now.But I know that there is a secret mechanism in the space of the novel I opened up, and probably all people or things are manipulated by that mechanism.Because of that mechanism, everyone has to leave the local area and run outside (either physically or mentally); animals, plants, and inorganic objects are all charged; It fills every inch of space... Also because of that mechanism, the dialogue between people is always guessing riddles, sometimes not mutual guessing riddles, but jointly guessing an unsolvable mystery, guessing to death.Yet how positive my characters and things are.They are always planning, accumulating strength, and exploring, and when they are absolutely never decadent, fatalism has nothing to do with them.What are they busy with?In short, it is studying your own reflection in the water, looking for the footprints of your ancestors in the desert, and carrying out the "Long March" in your dream to the end.It seems that they only live for this kind of unspeakable thing, and everyone regards this kind of thing as a matter of life and death, so they are worried and have endless impulses.

It can be said that what I am pursuing is a state of "meta-fiction". I want to express the essence of literature accurately, preferably without any deviation.So what is the nature of literature?In my conception, she manifests itself as the mechanism mentioned above.The people in my space may seem alien in some respects, but in reality they are nothing more than a naked exercise of the most universal human desires.However, no matter when and where, desire is always so severely restricted, it seems that everyone is struggling in a desperate situation.In a space full of poisonous snakes, crows and earthquakes, in a foreign place where the sense of illusion drives people crazy, how can people not struggle?And besides, they're such feral, feral people.Knowing is always an exploration

The protagonist who embarks on the journey is often bruised and bruised; this kind of march without retreat often falls into a gloomy situation because of the unclear destination, and it is difficult to find the exit; Only the blood in his body.The performance of my protagonists in the novel is still satisfactory to me.I also hope that readers can see through the superficial anagrams and see the underlying "meta" realm.The dregs of language force writers to adopt this method to describe the essence.A good reader should understand the inevitability involved in this expression.