Reporter: For us, everyone's mother is concrete, a memory formed bit by bit. Reading "Looking North for the West", I saw a vivid image of a Mongolian mother in your poetic description.
Shu Jie: Yes, it's a poem about my heart-to-heart with my mother. Written in the summer of Haikou 1996. At the same time, I also wrote an essay about missing my mother, which is in the poem. For decades, my mother has given me great spiritual support. She was born in a Mongolian family in Gong Geer grassland. Part of the grassland is in Xilin Gol, and the other part is in Hexigten. I admit, it is a background that I deeply rely on, where there is the blue grassland lake Darinor; There is the legendary Siramuren River; There is the majestic Ashatu Stone Forest. After all, there is my mother, and it is a holy place for me to pour out my praise in my inner language. Even after my mother's death, I can feel her breath as long as I am in Gong Geer grassland. As you said, that's a vivid image of my mother. She is everywhere.
(For the unfinished and full text, please see Financial Times, 20071October 26th 12).