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Mao Dun's Short-listed Works for Literature Award: Zhang Yigong's The Distant Post Station.
1. Riots in Little Bourgeois
My memory is a miracle. I clearly remember how my father married my mother back. No matter how others express their unreasonable surprise, I still remember that I was crowded in the crowd at the mouth of an alley, as if riding on the big head of a stone lion, and saw red and green "western carriages" rushing into the alley with crunchy firecrackers and colorful pieces of paper. My father wore a dark suit with red roses on his chest and sat side by side with my mother in a white wedding dress in a "Western carriage". Followed by another "western carriage" broken pitifully, like a deformed and wrinkled cradle. Young men and women sitting in this big cradle are bumping up and down, rocking from side to side, laughing and cursing like colorful waves splashing around, and ping-pong falls sparsely on the loess road. Pedestrians in the street twisted their necks at the carriage and stopped to watch. The spring sunshine hangs gently and brightly on mom's eyelashes, and dad's goggles flash with two black circles. When colorful scraps of paper fluttered in the wind like butterflies, an ominous thought flashed in my memory, thinking that fallen leaves were flapping on my mother's face in the wind. I saw my father's untimely pride on the bridge of his nose, and two small pits were deeply sunken in his pursed mouth, like a soldier who returned victorious from the battlefield and captured a distinguished bride from the tent of a tribal chief. The carriage sped away. I even remember the back of the coachman who was high above me. It was a red silk vest embroidered with the golden word "Double Happiness", and the red whip flower burst on the tip of the whip. Mother said that in Kaifeng in the 1920s, the carriage ...