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Chun Yue Tang Ji. Preface: Self-talk I remember when I was a child, my mother's younger sister came to live at home, and my mother always woke up before dawn, lying on the bed and talking to each other.The content of the conversation was nothing more than about parents, family, and children. The voice was soft and detailed, and it continued in the dark sky.Those words seem to be floating in the air, they will flow and overflow, making people feel warm and stable.I am still young, and I will not wake up in this sound, and I feel that an adult woman has an extraordinarily full secular life.

During the Spring Festival, when I go home, I still can’t wake up every morning. My mother has already got up, packing things in the house, walking around, talking to me, talking about family affairs, just like in childhood memories.I believe in all true and natural language, without pretense, without vanity, and some are just the gradual settlement in life and emotion.There is nothing more secure than speaking naturally and authentically to oneself.Language, at the moment, provides a kind of emotional evidence.It represents extension and continuation.It's not over. It's just that I often feel that there are many things that I can't say.Just like in normal times, seeing some strangers, some familiar and happy people, I don’t know what to say to them.He rarely talks about himself to those around him.All the time and memory can be given to writing.It is impossible to say more.Some have said it many times in the book, but they don't seem to say what they really want to express.Some have never been mentioned, and they look more solemn and dignified in the dark.Some things are not easy to talk about.Writing can be done, but that is not enough.

In it, Nei He told Shan Sheng that a person will die with some secrets in his life.There are some languages ​​that are our secrets.This existence in the depths of the lonely darkness, like a bomb.Many people have such a quiet bomb in their bodies, which is his secret.One cannot talk about it.Even writing is not enough. The book I am going to write is a talking book.I try to have a clear talk, and it's all about myself.The novel is enjoyable, because it can set up a gorgeous stage, with lights, characters, psychedelic and weird, wonderful, and the author himself is an actor.Qing Tan is a person standing in a corner, the light just hits his head, he is talking, and it is not very clear whether he is talking to others or to himself.

I wrote it repeatedly for a long time, many times.The novels I write are like prose, and prose is like novels, maybe because I have always been a person who tends to focus and erase the boundaries of opinions.Zhuang Zhouyun: "Those who send you off will return from the cliff, and you will be far away from now on." Many words, at the end of writing, only seek such emptiness and self-sufficiency. Yes.Many passages are just talking for themselves.Just like a person once wrote to me, saying: "In the next book, I look forward to the world of fireworks, eating and drinking men and women, spring plowing and autumn harvest, winter snow and summer rain...Although there is nothingness, the process may be the meaning." What can we say? What comes out is only a process, because the result does not exist in an absolute time.It is continuous, cumulative, and changing.Reflect changing light in different time periods and reflect different angles.

Just like the books I have written, every time I finish writing, it is an end and a beginning.There is nothing related to each other.Doesn't work either.But they are the mileage testimonials of a person going through those silent and long hours. "Yuetang Ji" is an exception in this book.It is a kaleidoscope-like novel with warm-colored fragments, which is closer to a fairy tale in essence.It tells the stories of grown-ups and belongs to the hearts of children. This year, what I wrote is such a book.It is a person in the corridor under the shadow of the sun, using a bamboo stretcher to prop up a moon-white thin silk, and embroidering mandarin ducks, peonies, autumn moons, floating clouds with silk threads through thin needles... Knowing that it is useless, I just sit quietly and work, and I feel happy.That person finished embroidering the flower, and the other picked it up and looked at it leisurely.The fallen flowers in the yard were blown away by the wind at this time, and the magpies cried crisply.At dusk it began to rain, and after it subsided, moonlight lightly climbed over the treetops.

It's good that time passes like this. annie baby Finished in Beijing 2007-5-28