"You have to take a boat to go to Red Cliff. You can write along the Yangtze River from Hubei." I know that you have to take a boat to go to Red Cliff. 1. In 208 AD, I was waiting for someone in Chibi. I don't know if he/she will come. I stood at the head of the Yangtze River waiting for him/her, but what I waited for was a heavy grain boat with a yellow cover. In 2004, I was in the far north and wanted to go to Red Cliff. I know that you have to take a boat to go to Chibi. The two of them always have to face their dreams, and thus face the unknown distance. How far is the distance? How many days will it take to arrive after the train speeds up? I've been waiting for the moment to actually leave. Before that, I have to pull out my sharp fangs so that I can stand tall in the world of cannibalism. Also waiting for spring to bloom. 3. What is Haizi waiting for? What he was waiting for was not for the rumbling train to cut him off; what he was waiting for was for the frozen Yangtze River to melt and transport him to the entrance of the sea. The flowing water of the Yangtze River is also waiting. What they are waiting for is the arrival of the next ice period so that they can freeze themselves in time. In fact, this freezes time rather than themselves. 4. In 208 AD, I restrained my sharp teeth and stood at Red Cliff, waiting for his/her arrival. As a result, I found that what I was waiting for was a heavy grain boat with a yellow cover. I know I made a mistake. In fact, he/she is waiting for me at the end of the Yangtze River. So, I could only accept a gentle blow and then collapsed. In 2004, I was in the far north and thought of Red Cliff again. 5. I know that Jiangnan has outstanding people and picturesque scenery. But I don’t know where Wei Xiaobao’s Yangzhou, Bai Letian’s Jiangzhou, and Su Dongpo’s Huangzhou are. In a certain year, Su Dongpo wrote the word "Red Cliff" somewhere in Hubei. And after a certain year, a modern scholar came to him and said, you are wrong, Chibi is in such and such a place but not in such and such a place. After Li Dunbai met Mao Zedong in Yan'an, he said that he was encountering history. Only I know that Chibi is not somewhere. You will never know that you are not in such and such a place, let alone such and such a place. You will never know where Chibi is. Just like the chicken letter I sent to ezzoujc, he will never receive it in his life. 6 What lurks in the hidden place is not dregs, but history. They are waiting for an opportunity to ferment staleness. In 208 AD, I was waiting for someone in Chibi. I also knew that he/she was waiting for me at the end of the Yangtze River, but I couldn't feel light when faced with the heavy grain boats with yellow covers. In 2004, I worked hard in the far north and finally got the chance to go to Chibi. I won't be wrong this time, he/she will definitely go to Chibi to find me, as long as he/she is still in 2004. 7. My hard work resulted in a train ticket with a place name printed on it: Chibi. Even the conductor noticed the difference when he handed me the ticket, and he mumbled and looked up the train timetable. There's no need to look for it, you don't have the qualifications at all. That's my direction, my reality. In the transformation from unknown to certain, I feel the melancholy of vicissitudes of life. It seems that I have become history. Next, you only need to watch. Someone said this to me. So Chibi came alive, from that moment to this moment, but it was just the opposite for me. 8. I once heard that after a young writer plagiarized other people's works and turned it into a bestseller, he said: "Chinese law does not protect plot!" This is a wise saying. What does the law protect? It cannot protect anything that is truly valuable and meaningful. So who will protect my chibi plot? In 208 AD, I stood in Red Cliff, waiting for someone. The flag made a hunting sound, everything was normal, like life. However, Huang Gai's heavy grain and grass boat suddenly appeared in front of him. Dark clouds covered the sun and a southeasterly wind blew. At that time I didn't know which guy left me. In 2004, I believe he had figured it out and changed his ways. So I was in the far north, determined to go to Chibi. 9. Many times, the manifestation of change is a line. It was life before. Once you cross this line, you are no longer you. You will become another guy, who knows what kind of person. Just like this Red Cliff is no longer the other Red Cliff. In 208 AD, I was waiting for someone in Chibi. I stood in Gaofu and saw the white-robed Taoist priests in the distance boarding the altar to perform rituals. Suddenly, the southeast wind blew, and then Huang Gai's grain and grass ship sailed towards me. However, before that, a young man in a silver helmet vomited blood because of the same hunting flag. In fact, before the instructor practiced this method, it was my life to make people vomit blood. In 2004, I continued to live the life I had long ago in the far north. At this point something accumulated to the limit of the ticket, so I went to Chibi. 10. I was lying on the bench in the waiting room, like a blind man in a suit. I vaguely saw the scene on the train: I stood on the bed and looked at the bed opposite. On the second-floor bed were nervous Chairman Sun and General Manager Zhou, and on the first-floor bed were CEO Liu, Manager Guan, Vice President Zhang, and Zhao Planning; Chief of Staff Zhuge was climbing on the ladder between the upper and lower bunks. They stared at me nervously and cautiously, looking reserved and humble. But secretly, they asked Chief Pang to put up wooden boards between the beds, and then ordered Chief Huang to crawl over and bring me a bloated red thermos bottle to make tea for me. I smiled and said to them: "You know then? This Red Cliff is no longer the other Red Cliff. Everything flows, and the same goes for Red Cliff." They sweated in embarrassment, and then Chief of Staff Zhuge pulled out a copy of Nietzsche's "Cha" from his travel bag. "Thus Spoke Latustra", opened the chapter about "Eternal Return", and said without confidence: "Do you want to do this again and countless times?" Suddenly I understood that I was indeed history.
On January 3, 1889, Nietzsche saw a groom mistreating him in Turin, and he fainted while holding the horse's neck. Then there is a new Nietzsche. The groom makes Heraclitus and his "everything flows, everything in the world comes into being" history. After Nietzsche's death, the chauvinist Elisabeth, Nietzsche's sister, tampered with Nietzsche's manuscripts and compiled the messy "The Will to Right" with Nazi ideas, thus making Nietzsche history. 11 In 2004, I was dejectedly sitting on the sleeper berth of the train going to Chibi, waiting for history. I have forgotten what I am doing and why. In 204 AD, I stood in Red Cliff, waiting for his/her arrival. Seeing the heavy grain and fodder boats in the distance, I had a premonition that history would happen that night.