The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and gentle: black mulberry leaves turned as red as roses; pristine white acacia petals shed an enshrouding pale-green aura. Mild evening breezes made both the mulberry leaves and the acacia petals dance and whirl, filling the woods with a soft rustle.
Loneliness and hunger were my fortunes of creation. - Mo Yan
Loneliness and hunger were my fortunes of creation.
- Mo Yan
A sudden cloud formation of birds was swallowed up by the moon, and he was just as suddenly penned in by four walls-the demons' pen. - Mo Yan
A sudden cloud formation of birds was swallowed up by the moon, and he was just as suddenly penned in by four walls-the demons' pen.
I'll continue on the path I've been taking, feet on the ground, describing people's lives, describing people's emotions, writing from the standpoint … - Mo Yan
I'll continue on the path I've been taking, feet on the ground, describing people's lives, describing people's emotions, writing from the standpoint …
People who are strangers to liquor are incapable of talking about literature. - Mo Yan
People who are strangers to liquor are incapable of talking about literature.
A writer should bury his thoughts deep and convey them through the characters in his novel. - Mo Yan
A writer should bury his thoughts deep and convey them through the characters in his novel.
Some may want to shout on the street, but we should tolerate those who hide in their rooms and use literature to voice their opinions. - Mo Yan
Some may want to shout on the street, but we should tolerate those who hide in their rooms and use literature to voice their opinions.
I know what real courage is, and I understand true compassion. - Mo Yan
I know what real courage is, and I understand true compassion.
The act of giving voice to this spiritual suffering is, in my view, the sacred duty of the writer. - Mo Yan
The act of giving voice to this spiritual suffering is, in my view, the sacred duty of the writer.
For a country boy, poor as I was, whose constant worry was to be able to have enough to eat, the Army guaranteed one's survival. - Mo Yan
For a country boy, poor as I was, whose constant worry was to be able to have enough to eat, the Army guaranteed one's survival.
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