On his cheek, there is something dark blue flowing. Father reached out and touched the sticky and hot liquid. Father smelled a fishy smell similar to the mud of the Mohe River, but it was much fresher than the mud of the Mohe River. It overwhelms the fragrance of mint and the bitterness of sorghum, and awakens his father's approaching memory, connecting the mud in the ink river, the black soil under sorghum, the past that will never die and the present that will never stay. Sometimes, everything will spit out the smell of human blood.
A smell of blood will trigger multiple feelings of father, connect the ink river, sorghum and black soil in life, organically integrate reality with the past, form a whole experience of time and space, and accurately express a teenager's extremely complicated psychology on the way to ambush before the too heavy test of life and death comes.
Another example is an exaggerated description of "my" grandmother before her death. Under the blue sky, white clouds and red sorghum, she saw "a group of white wild pigeons falling from the sky". Then, with the help of stream of consciousness, the author describes this series of colorful illusions in poetic language, especially the illusion of Red Sorghum. "They groaned, twisted, cried and twisted." The constant transformation of space, time and description perspective accurately described my grandmother's love for life and longing for a better life. Mo Yan's creative use of this narrative mode reflects the discourse tendency of China's social and cultural enlightenment and human nature liberation in the 1980s, as well as the fundamental obstruction of China's traditional culture to enlightenment and the absurdity of human nature.