The act of giving voice to this spiritual suffering is, in my view, the sacred duty of the writer.
Mo YanTag: writers-on-writing writing-life writing-process
The cliche that sea dry up and rocks rot away, but the heart never changes is nothing but a beautiful fantasy.
Mo YanThere are people who walk mules and people walk horses, but I never thought there were people who walk cops.
Mo YanTag: humor
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 YanThe 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.
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