●Every Chinese has the responsibility to build the motherland into a paradise on earth, but unhealed scars are more serious and terrifying than the so-called scar literature. We must face the reality and cannot hide our illnesses without treatment─1980 Talking with Chen Ning Yang

●In those days, I was living my life in lies... When I look back at the road behind me, I can still tell how I got through these years. What I stepped on were so many lies, lies decorated with flowers - "Random Thoughts." Collection of Truths"

●Having lived in the "cowshed" for ten years, I have the responsibility to expose that thrilling scam and prevent future generations from suffering disasters again. I wrote, thought, and explored. The more I wrote, the more serious and painful I became - "Random Thoughts"

●During the day, I was busy, running around, laughing, and forgetting everything. I laughed because I was wearing a mask... In the dark night, I took off my mask, and I saw the face of the world. I lay down, and I cried, crying for my helplessness, to see the suffering of human beings. And crying──"Revenge"

●Now, my motto is: tell the truth as much as possible; do as little as possible against one's will─"Random Thoughts. A Preface"

●As a writer, I should use my works to meet readers. Before I leave this world, I must leave something behind. I don't need a eulogy, and I don't even want to hear other people say nice things to my urn - "Random Thoughts." Big Mirror"

(Source: Hong Kong Ta Kung Pao)

Balao's Proverbs

I always remember: Youth is a beautiful thing. And that has always been a source of inspiration for me.

Life is about giving. I have a wish in my heart that no one knows: I want everyone to have a house, every mouth to have food, and every heart to be warm. I want to wipe everyone’s tears and never let anyone pull a hair out of anyone else’s hair.

I am not a literary person. I write not because I have talent, but because I have feelings. I have infinite love for my country and people, and I use my works to express my endless feelings. If my works can bring warmth to readers, I will be very satisfied.

I don’t know where the light is, but it pulls my heart, as if someone is guiding the way ahead.

The soil of my hometown, the land of my motherland, I will always be with you, accepting the sunshine, rain and dew, and growing together with the flowers, trees and seedlings. My only wish is to turn into soil and stay in people's warm footprints.

I pursue light, love in the world, and my ideal hero. As a result I still get pain. But I have no regrets, and I will go my own way with greater courage.

To be honest, I don’t feel happy when facing the mirror, because the “respectable face” reflected in the mirror is worrying: haggard, old... I don’t care whether it looks good or not. What makes me uncomfortable is that it reminds me at any time: you are walking towards death.

A few years ago, I read Tolstoy's novel "Resurrection" with tears in my eyes. I once wrote a sentence on the title page: "Life itself is a tragedy."

This is not the case. Life is not a tragedy. It is a "fight". What do we live for? In other words, why do we have this life? Romain?6?1 Roland's answer was "To conquer it."

What is the goal of being a student? It is life that is abundant and overflowing. A person's life should be radiated for others, and when necessary, should be sacrificed for others... Self-sacrifice is human nature, just like a plant has to bloom.

I often compare life to water flow. This stream of water flows down from the source of life, forever turbulent, on the path that created it, passing through the mountains and rubble to reach the only sea of ??life. Nothing can stop it. On its way it also shoots out all kinds of water splashes, which are the love and hate, joy and pain in our lives, all of which follow the water and flow towards the sea. From childhood to old age, until death, each of us is moving in the same direction. This is the goal of life. No matter whether we will reach it or not, or we got lost in the middle and looked in the wrong direction.

Because I received love and got to know love, I know how to give love to others, and I want to do something to others besides myself. It is this word love that connects me to this society. This is the foundation of my whole character.

Love the truth and live faithfully, this is the supreme attitude towards life.

Without any hypocrisy, without any forgiveness, be true to yourself and be true to others, and you can be the judge of your own behavior.

Our life creed should be: act faithfully, love the people passionately, help those who need love, and deal with those who destroy love; seek personal happiness in the happiness of everyone, and liberate the masses. Seek personal freedom.

Ideal, yes, I saw the ideal again. I’m not talking about cosmetics, I’m not talking about empty talk, and I’m not talking about words that people say. The ideal is so clear, visible, and connected with our flesh and blood. It is the ocean, and I am like a small drop of water; it is a mountain, and I am just a grain of sand. No matter how small I am, I can draw endless strength from it.

I write because I have something to say, and I publish because I owe debts and have to repay them. Ten years of catastrophe has taught some people to become accustomed to silence, but ten years of blood debt has forced those who are usually silent to speak out continuously. shout. If I have a belly, I also have a belly of fire, and a body of bones that have been fried in a pan for ten years. If the fire is not extinguished, the words are burned to ashes and accumulate in my heart. If I don't pour them out and clear them out, I can't live without nightmares and spend the last days of my old age peacefully. It can even be said that I will never Can't close my eyes.

What brought me up? The first thing that floats in my mind is the word "love". The love of parents, the love of flesh and blood, the love of the world, the warmth of family life. I was indeed a loved child. ...I love all living things, and I am willing to wipe away the tears on every face; I hope to see a happy smile hanging on everyone's lips.

My life will probably not last long. However, in the short review of the past, there is a bright light that shines through my soul and darkness, giving my existence a little brilliance. This light is friendship. I should be grateful for it. Because of it, I am able to live till now; and it is also the one that swept away the shadow left by my old family.

Mr. Lu Xun set an example for me. I admire Gorky's hero "Warrior Danko", who took out his burning heart and led people the way. I regard this picture as the highest state of writing, which was also inspired by my husband. I encouraged myself to tell the truth. Rousseau was my first teacher, but it was Mr. Lu Xun who used his burning heart to light the way for me over the decades.

This is a spiritual debt that I must pay off as soon as possible. It was like a whip whipping my heart, as if I was encountering something that happened fifty years ago again. "Write, write." It seems that there is a voice often shouting in my ear. I am coming to the end of my life. I don’t want to leave this world with empty hands. I want to write. I will never stop my pen and let it ignite the fire and burn me severely. When I am burned to ashes, I My love and my hate will not disappear in this world.

For a writer, a pen may not have a big impact, but a drop of water flowing into the ocean has incomparable power. As long as writers around the world unite and hundreds of millions of pens come together, they can create a better world and a better future for future generations. This is our responsibility as writers. This is the ideal and the goal.

Every book and every work is an answer. There are countless writers throughout the ages and endless works to read. Although they have different living environments, different thoughts and beliefs, and different views on people and things, all sincere writers surrender their hearts to readers. We write only because we have something to say and feelings to pour out. We use words to express our emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy. I write just for a goal, to contribute to the society in which I live, and to fulfill the responsibility of a compatriot to the readers. I have never disconnected from readers and have always regarded readers' expectations as a spur to me. I often say that if my works can bring warmth to readers and be a crutch to give them a little more strength when they are struggling, I will be very satisfied.

I will not stop my pen for a moment, it ignites the fire and burns me. When I turn into ashes, my love and feelings will not disappear in this world. I feel twice as courageous and twice as powerful. Why? I got the answer: because of friendship.

I have been complaining since I was a child, but I am not good at speaking. I cannot express my thoughts with my mouth. road. I did not achieve certain achievements through hard study, diligent reading and writing. I just use words as weapons, live in my works, and struggle in my works.

Whether I hold the pen or put down the pen, I am still living.

I hardly stop to think when I write. The words come out from under my fountain pen as naturally and easily as water comes out of a fountain. But my excitement at that time was unimaginable by others. I almost put all my heart and soul into the story. The characters I write about come alive in my mind, exactly like living people. They lived, suffered, loved, struggled, laughed, cried, and died. It was as if I was not writing a novel, but they were living by borrowing my pen. During those three weeks, no matter where I was, I only saw that group of people. They are constantly moving in front of my eyes, never letting me have a moment of peace.