How about a man with a knife in the north-northwest direction?

Fate 36 degrees north latitude in Lanzhou, many girls speak dialects, and most boys hide murder weapons. At every street corner in Lanzhou, there will be people fighting with you. In Lanzhou, I once loved and ended up alone. Lanzhou is deep and full of contempt for you and me. -Tang Xin's "I have been in Lanzhou for three years" As a native of Lanzhou, I have no reason not to like Zhang Hailong's "The Knife Man by Northwest" (China Workers Publishing House), but why are friends who grew up in the subtropical rainy season moved by this book? Because, Zhang Hailong's words, like a knife, carefully pick out the remaining idealistic light from you. Geographically speaking, Lanzhou is just an industrial city located in the sub-cold zone at 36 degrees north latitude, with several sandstorms every year. But in Zhang Hailong's eyes, it is a "city closer to God" because he saw a photo about India in National Geographic, in which an alcoholic plunged into a tree nest and fell asleep, next to a pile of filth that had just been vomited. The subtitle is impressive: "At this moment, he is closer to God!" " So he said: "According to this standard, Lanzhou people are probably very close to God." But this is not a mockery, and then he said in a more compassionate tone: "In the northwest, wine is drunk by people, and surrounded by layers of secular joy, wine has become a secret channel for a small number of people to accept God's instructions. This violent liquid passes through all kinds of bodies, swims and explodes in the maze of nerves and blood vessels in spider webs, and becomes the source of blood in the northwest. If you can't understand wine, you can't understand those strange people, and you can't understand where the sadness born in their bones comes from. " The whole book records the stories of several Lanzhou people in a fatalistic and calm way, such as the "Yellow River Water Ghost" who specialized in salvaging corpses in the Yellow River to earn money, the beautiful girl who poured hot beef noodles without saying a word, the pretty woman who made a living by fortune-telling, the old lady He who suddenly eloped with her old lover, the simple and honest farmer who specialized in making fake antiques, the part-time monk who taught during the day and recited scriptures at night, and the fierce teenager who fought in the street for love. . . . . . . . The panoramic ukiyo-e painting of Lanzhou is displayed in a strange way under his words. The people and events in the book are strange and distant stories for some people, but for others, they are spirits that penetrate the internal organs and stimulate your nerves like cats with hot tin roofs in summer. This is not a memory or description of a city. It opens another human window for you, telling you the unique beauty in the world, telling you the blindness of life and the power it has, and letting you understand the diversity of the spiritual world and the unfathomable fate in the endless city. Just like Zhang Hailong's summary of Lanzhou: "Lanzhou is a wandering city, and everyone is sand blown by the wind, gathering here from all directions. Actually, life is always like this. Every day in this city, thousands of hearts are crushed into powder like sandstorms, and then bravely gathered and ruthlessly crushed. The wind blows the sand and takes it away without stopping. " I don't want to hide my love for this book because I am from Lanzhou. In my spiritual world, there will always be another Lanzhou, a lovely and savage Lanzhou flowing in my blood. On those desolate nights, the pale street lamps on the riverside road, the silent Yellow River flows irresistibly, and depressed young people walk on the dirty and dark stairs of residential buildings. At every possible moment, personal miracles, wonders and appalling murders broke out in Lanzhou. There are girls who really need to be generous. In the private world, the concentration of love is higher, older and more irrational than in developed areas. But who can't guarantee that it is also the city in your heart? In his new song "beijing beijing", Wang Feng sang in a desolate and hoarse voice: "When I walk in every street here, my heart never seems to be calm. I laugh here, I cry here, I live here, and I die here. I'm here praying that I'm lost. I am looking for it here. People comforted each other and hugged each other in the struggle. I am looking for a dream to chase every night. " Later I learned that I was sad not because I left the city, but because I had bid farewell to my lost youth.