Chapter 24 Appendix Honor of the Dead

According to legend, spiritual children have long eyes that open to the quiet.Before the breath of death wanders out of the shadows, and they still turn their backs to it, the fine hair will suddenly spring up in warning, like a dog before an earthquake, they will open their clear eyes and look at the silent dead Skimming their bodies, swooping towards their targets, time and time again, pupils unable to reflect the distorted projections presented in their crystalline minds, they screamed, they were hysterical, they staggered and ran, they spoke incoherently, and the bustling Life knows nothing of this, and often worldly, rude, savage laughter erupts behind them in their swift flight.

Li Ximin has such shining eyes.For several years in a row, several of his novels have been entangled with death, questioning the dead and the living, tracing dreams and prophecies.If "Daughter of Gu" and "Blood Banknote" are unique in their suspense and unique techniques of deconstructing suspense, then his book is a record text of death. It has almost no suspense, and the title of the book reveals the answer— —The answer to this riddle is indestructible to everyone—death. The "Bible" says that death is rest, and the Buddha said that death is reincarnation, but in this book, death is the fate of all characters.So the biggest suspense in the whole book arises: well, the dead will die, there are dozens of dead in twenty chapters, how will they die?Is it logical or unexpected?The elegy accompanying death whirls in twenty different bars, how do they stretch the melody?More importantly, when these events that died in extraordinary times were slowly unfolded by Li Ximin's black and quiet brushwork twenty years later, all the deceased, in this recorded text, won the honor of the deceased who can rest in peace.Their nameless death, which was originally silent in the Styx, has meaning at this moment, for the times and for humanity.

Written as a child recalls.Heizi, a sensitive and gifted child, is good at seeing the forgotten details, neglected beauty and hidden evil in others' rough browsing.He's a kid with the temperament of Emily in Amélie.And such children usually have a pair of psychic eyes. The so-called "psychic" does not just refer to the capture of strange powers and chaotic gods, but the insight into the human soul.So it is destined that his perspective can cover that turbulent age full of darkness, and it is destined that he will analyze one impermanence after another.And this kind of perspective makes the statement of the story more pure and flawless, and such eyes that are detached and intervened in its depth, like the eyes of a psychic, build a bridge between life and death. He does not state the two worlds himself. information, but to retell, but to reproduce, but to convey.It is impossible to write without subjective will permeating and melting into the statement, and such historical records, reproduced from the perspective of children, are more real, thorough and close to the original.

Because of the delicate and sensitive eyes, the details of the story are richer and unique.When Emily walked, she touched all the uneven objects with her fingers. She held a handful of rough stones in her hand, and she admired the graceful traces of them sliding through the water one by one.Only the most crystal-clear eyes can capture such moments.In the beautiful age, it is beautiful; in the dark age, it is ugly.The coward Li Laifu chose death and was afraid of death, and finally adopted an unimaginable method-exhausting himself to death; Fraxinus mandshurica, a rare symbol of warmth and sunshine in the boring rural life, also died of brutal violence, and it was an extremely tragic death. After being beaten to the head with random sticks, he still insisted on refusing to die. He was stabbed in the chest by a butcher's knife and died; Wang Qixiang who died for himself because of a short-lived friendship, and gambler Wang Laoji who ate up his stomach because of hunger... Heizi always watched silently and cautiously, neither condemning nor exaggerating. , and even rarely reveals emotion, even if it is an event with a strong impact effect, the author still blindly restrains and calms down, cherishing his feelings like gold. Here, it is especially valuable.This is also a sign of being able to grasp the true power of writing: I don't have to cry for it, the blood of the fact itself is enough to prove everything.

In previous works, Li Ximin has always been unique in the world with his superb plot creation techniques, but this book is particularly prominent in the exquisite and rich plot weaving.It is a full-length novel, and it can also be divided into independent chapters, counted as 20 concise short stories, and these stories are cleverly interspersed into scenes of period dramas based on the growth trajectory of the young Heizi.Chinese writers have 2,000 years of profound cultural background in playing with rhetoric, and the ability to create language, one is better than the other, whether it is a fictional language or a restored language, they are all like the Chinese sports delegation. Win awards every year—but when it comes to projects that rely on physical fitness for food, you are guaranteed to be deflated.Li Ximin is an anomaly who can support the whole work with a full plot without playing tricks.

Beginning with the death of Heizi's father, the twenty death events in the book complete a hungry, crazy and desperate era.The way of death of each person in each chapter bears the imprint of the times, but it is completely different. The dead in each chapter have performed extremely distinctive personalities in their own performance time, and it is hard to let go of it just by looking at it.But the sentences he uses to describe events are usually as concise and precise as Cologne.The vigorous, mischievous, and troublesome fourth child was killed by a broken hoe placed in the accident; Lan Fenghuang, who was as gentle and lovely as a fairy, died of dystocia; like a father, he protected Heizi's body, and even The dumb uncle who cared for his soul died of poisonous weeds; the stepfather punter who was hated by Heizi and was attached to him died in the flood... These fateful and inescapable endings are as natural and appropriate for each character as their personalities .Obviously these "real" deaths come from fiction, but "although it is like a fictional place, its materials must be obtained from nature", so there is a sense of reality in reading, so that you can't even feel grief for such a death. All that was left was a shock and a soft sigh.These lives that have been annihilated in the era like weeds, actually contain enormous value. Those souls shine brightly in the real details kept and recorded by Heizi: the good, evil, selfish, lustful, greedy, tenacious, humble, Noble and persistent.And these are all enriched and supported by one very chewy plot after another, so they are doubly credible and have a distinct imprint.

The so-called writing is just a form of information transmission. To convey the maximum amount of information with the fewest words is the best composition.Using the fewest words to create a complicated plot, it can be said that I have experienced the superb state of writing a novel. Medieval knights usually used the phrase "Who can live to a hundred years" when they charged into the battle, as a roar of death, the meaning is about the same as Wen Tianxiang's "No one has died since ancient times", the "Bible" says that in When the end of the world comes, all the dead will rise from the dirt and be judged.Then, the death of a hero has the glory of a hero. Where does the death of these little people belong?What is the value of showing the deaths of these little people?

This book by Li Ximin is a history of the death of little people, and the interest is not only in the good-looking plot and the ups and downs of events.They are ordinary and lowly, like the wheat on the earth, and death is like being harvested by the years.However, due to the analysis of Li Ximin's precise brushstrokes, the death that is bundled like wheat has its own special case, while the series of deaths displayed on the stage of a village has a group generalization.From an individual point of view, the fourth child died of his excessive vitality, Lan Fenghuang died of her excessive perfection, Wang Laoji died of his gambling habit, the good swimmer Wang Chunhong died of water, Wang Qixiang died of his tenacity, Except for Chimao Granny, everyone died violently due to a certain characteristic of themselves. Even Chimao Granny was a symbol that transcended time and was finally taken away by time.From an individual point of view, each scene of tragedy has a thrilling drama; from a group point of view, it overlooks the miniature of the common people in a period of time. They are sculptures frozen in time, recording and reproducing a twisted and extremely scarce human nature. A group portrait that exists for the times.They are wind-eroded stones polished by storms in the desert, and they are uncanny handicrafts of history. There is no choice but to draw attention to rereading history.And Li Ximin, who created them, only did one thing - accurate reproduction.He analyzes so head-on, neither interrogating nor judging, reflecting on the times and interrogating human nature, which is a successful work with a unique perspective.

Li Ximin is a guy with a black breath in his pen, he is a bit like "Sir Soth" - the necromancer in "Dragonlance Chronicles" - coldly telling the death of those souls, and making readers tremble with their own pregnancy.He is simply ruthless with malicious intentions——he is the savior in the bustling grass and greenery where the singing is blowing: to break through the dream and face Naihe directly. Whether it is good, evil, white, black, handsome, ugly, once dead, all will be dusted.Especially the death of a small person is usually regarded as the mundaneness of ashes to ashes.With the opening of , the illusion is blown away, and the tragedy is no less than any hero to every ordinary dead.Their death was as light as a feather, and they won the honor that the dead deserved.