I Am No Literary Giant

Years later, when Wang Zixu stands on the Nobel Prize in Literature podium, he will remember that distant afternoon when his wife cut her hand. At that time, he was still a low-level clerk at a public institution in a small city, scraping by on meager pay, knocking on the doors of the literary world only to find them shut. Now he reigns as the undisputed master of letters across the rivers, lakes, and peaks of the nation—a household name and the country's foremost national-treasure author. He has walked countless roads and paid an immeasurable price. Yet when he steps before the microphone, he says: I am no literary giant. I just wanted to make some money. — Romanticism is the most magnificent blaze humanity can ever reach. Humanism is the gentlest bottom line when humanity stands in its bleakest straits. This is a story about romanticism and humanism.