This is a regional novel. When people walk, they can find the correspondence of "tangible" maps. This is also a memory novel. Childhood dreams in the sixties were widely radiated, and colorful memories of human fireworks were everywhere. In the 1990s, the voices and feelings of dogs and horses came and went. Narrative frequently alternates in two time and space, and legends are repeated constantly, extending the "inconsistency" and complicated situation about Shanghai, and carefully mocking and aggressive cartoons hide the fashion and popularity of Shanghai; Yesterday's negligence or tomorrow's revelation ... Even if the flowers are gone, the songs are gone and people are still there.

The flowers in Shanghai are shocking, and the advantages of the novel have their own expert comments-Cheng Yongxin.

Elegant ambition, now almost impossible style-Zhang Xinxin

The most interesting novel in recent years-Wu Liang

Brief introduction of the author

Jin Yucheng, a native of Shanghai, is from Lili, Wujiang. He is the author of a collection of short stories "Lost Night", a collection of essays "Shuffle Times", the editor-in-chief of "City Map", and roaming in the Red Sea-my great series.

The master said, remember, staring at a person's strength, you see, there are many people. Anyway, the fist is in the wrong direction. If it is empty, slap and stare at one person until it scares another person. Even if the head is broken, slap and punch it out, which is cold and clear. Small hairs don't ring. The master said, beating gongs and drums is not as good as knocking on the golden bell jar.

Buddhists and bodhisattvas don't care. It is said that they just watch the lotus flowers in the paradise garden every day. On the surface of heaven, the sun is shining and the water is deep. In the depths of hell, it is extremely cold and dark. Lotus root one by one, all the way to hell, to the roots. All of them were crowded with people trying to climb up. Everyone wanted to climb to the sky to see the lotus, scrambling and making noise, and finally climbed a little because people saw a little light on it.

The more a woman smiles, the happier she is, and the harder it is to flop.