"I don't bother people's communes or collectivization. I just like to go it alone. All crows are black. Why can't we have a white one? I am a white crow. "
He waved the wine in the bottle at the moon.
I seldom see that kind of passionate attitude, tragic and desolate cry.
"Moon, you have been with me for more than ten years. You are a bright light that God gave me. Plow and hoe according to me, and sow according to me. "
"According to my harvest, I don't say anything, don't get angry or complain. I owe you a lot of feelings. Offer a pot of wine tonight to show your heart. "
"Moon, you have worked hard!"
The transparent Jiujiang is scattered in the air, like a blue pearl, and the moon blinks at the blue face with trembling.
I was deeply moved by the situation of the sacrifice. In that era when people praised the sun, someone had such a deep affection with the moon that Blue Face poured the wine left in the bottle into his mouth.
(Blue Face is a personal name)
I especially like these two sentences: "The crows in the world are generally black, why can't there be a white one?" I am a white crow. "
"Moon, you have been with me for more than ten years. You are the lantern that God gave me. You plow and hoe as I do, and sow as I do.
In that era when people praised the sun, someone actually established such a deep feeling with the moon. "
Mo Yan wrote something that others didn't expect. Fatigue of Life and Death is worth seeing.