When I was sitting in the workshop of the building, I watched the buildings in the hands of construction workers "jointing" one after another through the window; I converted my salary into a house in my heart, and the more I changed it, the more sad it became. At these times, I often think of Hai Chun, a person whose life is just full of words, a figure who seems to be free from materialistic desires. I wonder if he is combing his own articles at the moment and adding them up one by one.

I have known Ailanthus altissima for ten years. Ten years seems like a blink of an eye, but it can also make the sea dry and the rocks crumble. Haichun has been running with literature. Hai Chun's persistence, I once understood as paranoia, almost morbid. For example, he will run to the women's clothing store alone and look at various styles carefully; He will buy back stacks of psychology books and read them day and night; He will have a heart-to-heart talk with the old man who collects waste products and push a cup for a change. And what he did was for the truth and rigor of his article.

Perhaps it is this paranoia that makes Haichun's novels, whether local or ordinary, extremely true. When I go to an administrative organ, I will mistakenly think that the person I meet is clerk Shen in Life on the Edge, holding a "bowl" but full of water, and I will be indifferent all my life; Some remote corners of the city, or squatting or leaning craftsmen, you will guess that this is the "Gig" in Gig's Chair. Did he lose his chair? The sufferings of the people at the bottom of the city, the lives of migrant workers and the joys and sorrows of small people are blurred. Hai Chun's articles always make you feel deeply.

In my eyes, Haichun is a master of the word "play", which has both evil and righteousness, tradition and publicity, or seriousness and dignity or banter. However, Haichun is only slightly taller than Zheng, the king of fairy tales. Zheng is in the fourth grade of primary school and has a slightly higher impression of Haichun. It is said that many people write articles, but few people can write articles. Hai Chun is a born writer. Without being carved by the university, he took a leisurely walk, full of interesting words, showing the subtlety of life and times.

Hai Chun is an idealist, and his most intuitive performance is the pursuit of perfection. He has lived in Yunnan, Henan and Guangdong. In these places, no matter whether the conditions are simple or not, he keeps his residence in good order, warm and comfortable. Once infatuated with Ailanthus altissima, I thought this man could beautify a handful of vegetables into roses. Haichun pursues all beautiful things. Even if his ideal is shattered in his works, you can appreciate the beauty of life. This is also the embodiment of Haichun's outlook on life. Haichun always believes that through his unremitting efforts, he will eventually have a completely consumed love and live a quiet life. For the sake of his ideal, he traveled north and south and experienced quite a lot of twists and turns, but he still walked alone with his dream. With the growth of age, a person who has experienced a little ordinary and content with mediocrity finally feels that a person is a shining person if he has a dream, carries it with him and keeps paying for it.

In Hai Chun's works, he will have his own shadow more or less. Privately, I think Fu Shaochi in Everyone's Children is branded with his mark. The difference is that Fu Shaochi is a gentleman who drinks, while Hai Chun is an elegant smoker. Haichun smokes differently from others. Without a bamboo hookah, he would never touch cigarettes. Every time he travels, there is always a tightly wrapped cigarette pipe lying on one side of his suitcase. There is another detail about Haichun's smoking. He always takes out the whole cigarette first, then folds it in the middle, and finally puts this half cigarette on the cigarette holder and smokes it leisurely, only half at a time. Besides, lighters have to use famous brands. This kind of attention is comparable to Fu Shaochi's toothpick after two meals a day. Therefore, every time I watch Haichun smoking, I always feel that he sucks in thoughts and spits out wisdom.

At the moment, maybe Haichun is holding his chimney, leisurely like a hermit. Inadvertently, a "Du Feng 'e" jumped on the left, a "Yan Fei" jumped on the right, and a donkey of Zhang Jiu came over there ... They were all on tenterhooks in the smoke, and the topic had nothing to do with the promotion of prices and house prices, and had nothing to do with the financial futures stock index.

I think this is the value of Hai Chun's novels.

(Yu Chunqin)