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Dalek.Although Hadefell left such a huge number of works, he is a writer who seldom directly talks about life, dreams or love.In the semi-autobiographical work "Around the Rainbow" (1937), which is more serious (the so-called seriousness means that there are no astronauts or monsters on the scene), Hadfield uses satire, abuse, jokes, and counterintuitive words to cover up Confused, only in a very small number of very short sentences, the sincere original intention is revealed. I swear to the holiest book in this room, the alphabetical telephone directory, that I speak only the truth.Life is empty, but of course there is salvation.Because it's not completely empty in the first place, but we try so hard to cut it down under very hard and hard repetition, and finally it becomes empty.As for how hard it is and how to reduce it, I won’t spend too much time here, because it is too troublesome.If anyone wants to know anyway, they can read "John Rolland" by Romain Rolland.Christophe, everything is written there.

Hadfair liked "John.The reason for Christophe is simply because it describes a person from birth to death very carefully and methodically, and because it is a terrible novel.The so-called novel, in addition to being information, must be able to be expressed in diagrams and chronology. This is his theory.And the accuracy is directly proportional to the quantity.He thinks so. He often has a critical attitude towards Tolstoy's "War and Peace".Quantity is not an issue, of course, he said.But the work lacks the concept of the universe, so the impression it gives me is really incongruous.When he used the phrase "concept of the universe", he mostly meant it in a mean way.

His favorite novel is The Dog of Flanders.He said: Hey!Do you believe?A dog would die for a painting. A reporter asked Hadefell during the interview: Watt, the main character in your book, died twice on Mars and once on Venus.Isn't this contradictory? Hadfield put it this way: Do you know how time flows in space? have no idea.The reporter answered.However, no one can know this kind of thing. What's the point of writing something that everyone knows is still written in the novel? Among Hadefell's works is "The Well of Mars", which is the most special among his works, and it seems to imply that Ray.Brad Bailey would appear in short stories like that.I read this a long time ago, and I have forgotten the details, but I only record the general plot here.

This is the story of a young man who dives into the countless bottomless wells dug beneath the surface of Mars.The wells were indeed dug by Martians about tens of thousands of years ago, but the strange thing is that these wells were all dug carefully to avoid water veins.Why on earth they dug up something like this, no one knows.Actually the Martians left nothing but these wells.There are no writing, houses, tableware, iron, tombs, rockets, streets, vending machines, not even shells, just wells.Whether this can be regarded as civilization is really difficult for scholars on the earth to judge, but these wells are indeed very clever.After tens of thousands of years, not even a single tile has been broken.

It goes without saying that several adventurers or survey parties have been in the well.Those with ropes had to turn back because the well was too deep and the horizontal hole was too long, while those without ropes never came back. One day, a young man wandering in space got into a well. He was tired of the vastness of space and longed for an unknown death.As he descended, the well made him feel more and more comfortable, and a wonderful force began to gently envelop his body.After descending for about a kilometer, he found a suitable horizontal hole, and he got into it. He continued walking aimlessly along the winding road for an unknown amount of time.Because the watch has stopped.It may be two hours, or it may be two days.Neither hungry nor tired.The incredible power he felt just now still surrounds his body.

And once, he suddenly felt the sunlight. It turned out that the horizontal hole was connected with other wells. He climbed up from the well and climbed out of the ground again. He sat down by the well and looked at the unobstructed wilderness. Then I looked at the sun again, what was different, the smell of the wind, the sun Although the sun was rising in the sky, it turned into a huge orange-red block like the setting sun. The sun will explode in another 250,000 years.Bang OFF Oh.250,000 years is not an extraordinary amount of time. The wind whispered to him like this. You don't have to care about me, it's just the wind.You can also call me Martian if you like.The voice sounds good, but language doesn't mean much to me.

But you are talking. me?It's you who are talking, I'm just giving a hint to your heart. What the hell happened to the sun? I am old, I am going to die, this is something neither you nor I can do. why suddenly Not all of a sudden.About 1.5 billion years have passed by the time you walked through the well.Just like there is a saying in your proverb: Time flies like an arrow.The well you pass through is dug along the skewness of time.We, on the other hand, wander in time, from the creation of the universe to its death, so we are neither born nor dead. Can I ask a question? Very happy to.

what have you learned The atmosphere shook slightly, and the wind smiled.Then eternal silence once again covered the surface of Mars.The young man took out a pistol from his pocket, aimed the muzzle at his temple, and quietly pulled the trigger.