Tian Yi Lin Jinlan

I don't quite understand this article. What's the gist of his article? What do you want to tell us? Original text: The novelist sat in the front passenger seat of the car, slung his seatbelt, and closed his eyes. No matter how the wheels of the car flew through the clouds and fog, his mind repeatedly repeated the four "mantras":"I don't understand, but I don't pretend to understand." If you really understand, you'll be in charge." Chairman Meng was confused again. These four sentences were so roundabout that they made him arch his mouth. Not only did it make the novel a gimmick, but it also made the story of being a human itch. At this moment, the author's smile " penetrated " his face, and his eyelids opened. The land was vast and dusk was closing in. On the right front of the car, a light shone like beans. He saw the black and gray color brush white: " Dadu Snacks ", and below it was the menu price. The small words crawled horizontally, and the big words were drunk. The author secretly applauded and treated the colorful lights nearby as fluorescent mountain fires. In front of him was a deserted village and a wild shop. He ordered the car to stop and stumbled into the glass door. There was a middle-aged man at the entrance of the shop. He was drawing the curtains and closing the door. The author said," Look, look," and answered his own question," You're the manager of the capital? Or a snack boss?" The man coughed and reached out to stop him, but he was shocked. The author saw the groggy head of a pig curled up in the corner of the counter. Ah, what a pig's head! Long time no see, the moment she saw him, she couldn't help but think of returning home in a snowy night and the author sitting down. Without any explanation, a plate of salted peanuts, a plate of braised tofu, and a large plate of sliced pig ears, pig faces, and pig mouths were pushed over from the table. This was all done by the snack boss, the chef, and the waiter. There were two pairs of chopsticks, two wine glasses, and finally a pot of wine. Many things were beyond the imagination of a novelist. The snack owner raised his cup with one hand, cupped his fists with the other, and said,"Please" before drinking it all in one gulp. The author was puzzled, and the boss went straight to the point." On stage and off stage, I can't recognize you. I've loved literature since I was young. In my early years, I could be called a fan. Now, I have to be called a fan. Twenty years ago, I heard you report on novels." The novelist muttered," "You still know what I'm talking about now, but what did you report twenty years ago? A novel?" "A novel." "What about the novel?" " I forgot." The snack owner smiled without hesitation." I forgot everything." He felt a little awkward when he saw the author, so he added,"You can't remember novels by nature." "Is there anyone who remembers?" "Yes." The boss used his chopsticks to touch the pig's head. " You said that a pig's body is a treasure. The meat of a pig's head is a treasure among treasures." The boss picked up a piece of meat and pouted." Goukou is unparalleled in the world. It's not greasy, it's not dry, and it's chewy…" "No, no, no." "This is the first time I've heard such a thing in my life. I haven't forgotten it for twenty years." " Isn't it a report on a novel? It's definitely an analogy. How is a novel better than an analogy?" "The novel goes in one ear and out the other. He left the arched mouth behind." The author sighed helplessly and raised his glass. The boss comforted him, "It's smooth." "Beautiful." "It feels like a dream." "Sweet dreams." "Riding on the clouds." The boss gave him a thumbs up and raised his glass. The author followed the pig's head and pondered." What's the point? It's not greasy, it's not dry, it's not fat, it's not thin, and it's also muscular. Could it be that this is an analogy to the mantra: I don't understand, but I don't pretend to understand. If he really understood, he would be the one who understood! It's all here, it's all here. The size of this fang is as if it's custom-made…" " But after the report, it was like waking up from a dream. I forgot everything. I don't even know where my body is." "Let me explain it to you. Why aren't you sick of it? It wasn't fat, but it was nourishing. Why not? It wasn't lean meat, but it was very tasty. Why did he have tendons? It is not the head of the tendon, one does not stuff the teeth, two does not fall dregs, the more you chew, the more delicious it is. This is like the Four Phrases of Truth. It's like sticking the word 'fortune' upside down on the wall of a door, taking the true essence and abandoning the dregs…Why are you only nodding your head?" "Your eyes are bright and your skin is red." "Remember this." "These few sentences of explanation can be considered left behind. It's not greasy, it's not dry, it's still muscular. I promise I won't forget it for twenty years. I've never heard such an explanation before." The author sighed and raised his glass. "Heaven's will, heaven's will.