Soul is opposite to skin, and soul belongs to human nature. The first person worthy of respect and reflection in this work is his father, who maintains this work and cares about the author's life. As Li Jingze said, "In the literary works after the 1970s, the role of father disappeared." But in the skin, my father looks so peaceful and charming. From the all-powerful situation to the stroke disability, I was never content with the status quo until I finally left, and the legacy of my soul after death.
Among them, we saw unexpected sweet love. Father's love and maternal love are deep in silence. Without your sweet words, my father respects me and my mother tries her best to repair the building. After her father died, her mother appealed to the gods, holding the last trace of her soul. Concealing my thoughts, my mother is lovely, strong and distressing, and I don't feel tears. That is the tacit understanding and respect under the tradition of that generation's awe and cherish of marriage.
Father is slowly leaving, and the author is gradually growing. "Since my father was seriously ill, I have become the owner of my own house." It appears many times in the book and has far-reaching significance in the author's life. He is in the ward facing where you are going, where there is no heartbreaking cry, no redundant and lengthy comfort and lyric.
Skin wandering in this era, the times will naturally change the face of the skin. Zhang Meili, a girl from a small town, died, and Xiao Ai, a survivor of a big city, is still alive. Two people who advocate new things allude to the history and future of the town. Tradition, feudalism, clan control and gossip are circulating in the dark side of the town. People in the small town, the people's small town, all chose to abandon xenophobia and expel the strange Zhang Meili. "After all, she is a small town girl, otherwise she wouldn't commit suicide."
The times have promoted the friction and collision between rural civilization and urban civilization. The author reveals all the strange phenomena of this era one by one and answers all kinds of questions that our civilization and soul insist on. We may also be "unreachable people without hometown", eager to change our lives and the world like Wen Zhan, neither humble nor supercilious. If the soul has nowhere to put it, no matter how big the city is, it will be empty. Literary exhibitions have become greasy and vulgar. At this point, there is a burning smell around the nose.
Fragile spirit, empty yearning and naked reality can only be curled up in the corner of life. The sea can't be hidden and closed. Every sea has its ups and downs and its own dangers. Life is like this, so is human desire. We should find the distance to get along with each sea and find the best way to appreciate them. With the prosperity of the three thousand years, if the soul has no hometown, there is nowhere to put the skin. We are here happily, hoping to get out of the rest of our lives and return to our youth.