I haven't seen Yu Hua's works before, and I didn't even choose this book when Xinhua Bookstore sent it to the unit.

Reading the seventh grade is purely coincidental. When shopping, I saw the purpose of the next reading club in Dangdang reading circle. So I searched the electronic version on WeChat and read about seven or eight pages. I thought this book was my dish, so I went to buy a paper book immediately after work.

If color is used to define this work, then my first impression is gray, gloomy, sad, depressed and painful. Yang Fei, a dead vagrant, had no relatives, no burial clothes, no cemetery, and even died inexplicably. The first day is full of sadness and darkness, the difference between the rich and the poor, the difference between the government and the people, and it is ironic to understate it.

But when I followed the pace of Yang Fei, day after day, with the deepening of reading, I saw a large area of pink in this gray. What is pink? Pink is sympathy, tolerance and love.

Those who were "abandoned" by their parents since childhood (later found their biological parents) were Yang Jinbiao, an adoptive father who loved him very much, and Li, who was just a neighbor but treated him like a mother and raised him. Li Qing, who left his wife for material things and desires, committed suicide before her death. She still thought of Yang Fei and said that she only admitted that she had a husband. I was also moved by the sincerity and friendliness of Tan Jiaxin's family and the little love that Mouse and Wu Chao understood after their death.

The online commentary "The Seventh Day" is like a news series. Many people say that Yu Hua is dying, his thoughts are dying, and his writing is dying. I can't talk about it because I haven't seen other works. But the seventh day is a good work.

On the one hand, it reveals the ugliness of real life, on the other hand, it also shows the warmth under this ugly appearance. Even the exposure of the dark reality is only an understatement, without any emotional color, leaving it to readers to play and evaluate themselves.

I think of a poem, rising in the east and falling in the west, Tao is heartless and affectionate.

In fact, it's not up to us to decide whether to be a place of rest or a bad end after death. But the inspiration for me is, anyway, please live well and cherish it. Because I don't know which comes first, tomorrow or accident; Because, we will die for a long, long time.