New Sensationism, a genre of novels during the Republic of China, among which Mr. Mu Shiying was the most accomplished. The most acclaimed is his "Foxtrot in Shanghai". This novel is not purely written with feelings. The feeling of the new "sensory" school means that the article is mainly based on the author's subjective feelings, while in " In "Foxtrot in Shanghai", the main techniques are stream of consciousness, psychological analysis, and line drawing.
The cold moon hangs in the dark sky. The sky is colorless, even though there is a small and round moon tonight. Under the moon, in the alley, a man carrying a wooden lunch box came with his head lowered. When he was about to leave the alley, three figures appeared silently, wearing cloth hats and Wearing a black silk robe, one of them held his hat tighter and said evil words.
"Brother, take a few steps slowly."
"How to say."
The man carrying the lunch box held the wooden lunch box in front of his chest.
"Brother, don't blame us. It's understandable to use people's money to eliminate disasters."
The man carrying the lunch box did not speak, but just put his two hands on the wooden lunch box superior.
"Brother, remember, today is your memorial day next year."
"Brother, the journey is easy, don't blame us."
said The three of them took out their guns and fired at the man carrying the lunch box.
"Bump..."
All three people's bullets were empty, and the wooden lunch box fell far away from the alley, next to the thin railway track. .
The man carrying the lunch box knelt on the ground, holding his belly with both hands. Rose-colored blood soaked his green robe and thick hands, and fell to the ground drop by drop.
"Save me."
"Save me."
"Save..."
The world began to blur. , two men in black robes ran away with a companion between their hands. The man in the middle seemed to cover his eyes with one hand, and pink and light red blood flowed into the black robes through his fingers, cheeks, and beard. inside.
The tram in the distance seemed to be slowly approaching. The man carrying the lunch box fell on the ground, curled up like a shrimp, with one ear on the ground, and made a slight "boom boom... boom boom" The sound seemed to be getting closer and closer. The man carrying the lunch box opened his eyes. The tall and long tram passed by the alley. The driver was still sitting in the cab. Then the passengers, the tram, and the street were slowly wiped away bit by bit, until finally Nothing left.
The tram drove forward neither fast nor slowly, just a little faster than the rickshaws. From the small western-style buildings on the left and right, a few songs floated out from time to time, and the gramophone jammed from time to time. The beautiful waltz, accompanied by the beautiful figure, danced for a while and stopped a few times. The waltz music slowly drove the tram away.
Liu Youde looked at the young man who died in the alley. His 40-year-old head was wrinkled with a 30-year-old face. Liu Youde used his strength to roll up the car window little by little and close the curtain. , and finally took another look at the street trees, painted with white paint, with white stockings on the light yellow thighs, with the left foot on the right foot, tired, with the right foot on the left foot, with white stockings on the bare legs. Stockings. Liu Youde wiped his hair, with a smile on his lips, and said "goodbye" to the white tree trunks and white thighs.