The beginning of "Angels Love Beauty" is always not enough, just for the details. Life with details is not good enough, life with details is wonderful.
"At 6:28:32 on September 3, 1973, a blue Lifly flapped its wings 14,670 times per minute and landed on the Saint-Vincent Road in Montmartre, Paris.
At the same time, the Garrett Mill was adjacent to a restaurant. In the open-air seat, the wind went under the tablecloth like magic, and no one noticed the dancing glass.
At the same time on the 5th floor of 28 Tudan Avenue in the ninth district, Eugene deleted it as soon as the funeral of his friend Ai Mi was over. The name of Amy in the contact book.
At the same time, a certain sperm with X chromosome stood out from Mr. Brown's sperm and rushed to Mrs. Brown's egg. Nine months later... Emily Brown fell to the ground.
Ami Li’s father used to be a military doctor. Hafa Brown didn’t like it: there was someone around him when he was urinating, and his socks and sandals attracted unexpected mocking glances. After swimming, his swimming trunks stuck to his body. Hafa Brown liked: Scrape off the wallpaper in large areas, line up the shoes, wax and polish them, empty the toolbox, clean up, and put the tools back one by one.
Emily’s mother is named Emanting, she doesn’t like it : After taking a bath, the skin of my fingers is wrinkled, and my hands are touched by someone I don’t like. I wake up early in the morning and my cheeks are covered with pillow prints... The
manager Susan likes athletes who are depressed and weeping. She doesn’t like: seeing male customers in the store Being humiliated in front of her child...
Emily’s colleague, Gina, likes to rattle the bones and joints...
The jealous boyfriend who was thrown off by Gina, he only likes: squeezing the plastic bubble film hard... …
Philoman likes: the sound of the water basin rubbing against the floor tiles when the cat drinks water…
Emily strives to cultivate other small pleasures, inserting her hand into the deepest part of the rice bag, and knocking the caramel on the toasted pudding with the tip of a spoon. Floating on the Martin Canal... Emily likes to ask some dumb questions, such as: How many couples have orgasm at this moment?..."
This is the life of Amelie and the people around her. Everyone only clicked a few words, but everyone was so vivid. Life is textured, and life can be touched.
I like to read Wang Anyi's novels. With details, there are characters and stories.
The upper que, who likes to read words, has laid out the details, and the lower que is no longer empty talk.
If there are no details, what can we remember when we get old?
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