The Resilience of the Human Spirit: A Journey Through the Hardships of Life

In the vernal season of 1994, Mo Yan’s progenitor succumbed to an ailment.

He couldn’t help but experience a gamut of sentiments as he recollected every minute detail of his bygone days, wherein his mother diligently toiled to nurture him and his three siblings, unflinchingly facilitating their education and literary pursuits.

To commemorate his maternal figure, he conceived and penned the opus titled ‘Voluptuous Bosoms and Expansive Gluteal Regions,’ drawing inspiration from his mother’s life experiences.

Wang Zengqi opined, ‘This is a solemn, earnest, and emblematic composition that encapsulates the extensive annals of China’s centennial history.’

Within the tome, Mo Yan intently focuses on the ill-fated matriarch, Lu Xuan’er, and her progeny, vividly depicting the harrowing struggle of the marginalized masses to subsist amidst the crevices of reality.

Indigence, warfare, displacement, tumultuous relationships, separation, and mortality… nightmarish tribulations surged like colossal waves, ruthlessly shattering their lives and ravaging their corporeal and mental faculties.

Upon immersing oneself in the pages of ‘Voluptuous Bosoms and Wide Hips,’ soaked in the essence of blood and tears, one shall discern that the afflictions endured in this realm are far more merciless than one could ever fathom.

Certain individuals assert, ‘Every mortal is born to suffer. If not this agony, then another shall ensue.’

The capriciousness of destiny, the frigidity and fickleness of human hearts, and the vicissitudes of one’s own existence…

Each tribulation in life engenders profound exasperation and disillusionment.

How does one endure these ordeals and fashion a meaningful existence within this realm?

Within this literary opus, the answers lie in wait.

Existence proves excessively arduous. The challenge resides in the capriciousness of destiny, where the tide surges ere one can anticipate its recession.

The protagonist, Lu Xuan’er, was born into affluence within the precincts of Northeast Gaomi Township.

Before she reached half a year of age, her parents succumbed to the tumult, and her family’s fortunes dwindled accordingly.

She was compelled to grow up under her aunt’s roof, and in her adolescent years, she wedded Shangguan Shouxi, a destitute blacksmith.

This matrimonial bond marked the inception of a lifetime fraught with misfortune.

Her spouse possessed an irascible temperament and was infertile, which led the family to deem her barren.

Whenever her mother-in-law was displeased, she would deliberately castigate her; in moments of her husband’s external fury, he would turn upon her, unleashing punches and kicks.

Incapable of enduring such abuse, she resorted to surreptitiously ‘borrowing seeds’ from bandits, butchers, physicians, and foreign clergy to conceive children.

After begetting eight consecutive daughters, she finally bore her youngest son, Shangguan Jintong.

Yet, before she could revel in her triumph, the Japanese military abruptly invaded their village. Her husband perished beneath the enemy’s blade, and her mother-in-law succumbed to paralyzing fear.

In the blink of an eye, she and her nine children became the sole survivors within their household.

The ceaseless echoes of gunfire outside their door and the wails of children reverberated, leaving the helpless Lu Xuan’er in a state of distress.

Driven to despair, she laced the soup she had prepared with arsenic, intending to bid farewell to the mortal coil alongside her offspring.

However, when confronted with the vivid countenances of her children, another thought surfaced: If she no longer feared death, did she have reason to dread life?

She discarded the poisoned broth and resolutely assumed the mantle of life’s burdens upon her slender shoulders.

Oft beset by military incursions, she led her brood in preemptively digging tunnels, thus evading one crisis after another;

In times of famine, she guided her children on nocturnal sojourns to the city, beseeching for sustenance while scavenging for edible vegetation and leaves.

In this manner, she grew increasingly emaciated, while her children gradually burgeoned in strength with each passing year.

Alas, the halcyon days proved ephemeral. Ere she could relish the filial piety of her offspring, these daughters, whom she had raised with utmost care, withered prematurely, their vitality extinguished during the prime of life.

The eldest daughter, Lai Di, and the third daughter, Lai Di, entangled themselves in amorous affairs, succumbing to mental derangement. The former was condemned to death for an inadvertent slaying, while the latter met her demise through a suicidal plunge from a precipice;

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It is too difficult to live. It is difficult to struggle with oneself and escape from a lifetime of degradation.

Among the many children, Lu Xuan’er loved her youngest son Shangguan Jintong the most.

Shangguan Jintong is a mixed-race child born to her and a foreign priest. He has a handsome appearance with blond hair and blue eyes.

But in that traditional and conservative era, his appearance was not popular, and instead he was regarded as an outlier.

The adults talked about him behind his back as an “illegitimate son”, and the children poked their noses and called him a “red-haired devil’s little bastard”.

Every time he saw himself in the mirror, he would feel a strong sense of inferiority and hatred in his heart.

He tried to dye his hair black with ink, blacken his face, and even wanted to gouge out his blue eyes.

When he was bullied by bad children, he couldn’t find any way to escape. He lay on the ground and begged in pain: “I have lived enough, please give me a break.”

When he was falsely accused of bullying women, he did not defend himself and muddle-headedly admitted the unfounded crime, for which he served 15 years in prison.

After he was released from prison, his nephews helped him open a shop in order to encourage him to cheer up.

As the store grew, he got married and lived a stable life.

But deep down, he is still timid and cowardly, and is used to escaping.

When his wife betrayed him and tried to rob his shop, he did not dare to resist and could only act like a fool.

He allowed the other party to beat, scold, and humiliate him, and was finally kicked out by the other party, leaving him with nothing.

Seeing him wandering the streets like a homeless man, abandoning himself, his mother, Lu Xuan’er, was heartbroken.

She persuaded the golden boy to accept her, saying: “Since God created you, you have to toughen your back.”

While she was picking up rags to support the golden boy, she was asking people to find jobs for him and encouraging him to find something to do.

The mother’s earnest words and hard work gradually awakened the numb and timid golden boy.

He made up his mind not to continue to be a drag on his mother and to try his best to live a better life.

He worked hard to overcome his fear of other people’s eyes, took the initiative to communicate with the villagers, and tried to blend in with the crowd.

With the help of his fellow villagers, he went to the church to find a job as a cleaner, guarding the door, and was finally able to support himself.

Shangguan Jintong spent most of his life blaming others, avoiding the setbacks he should face, and giving up on the growth he should achieve.

He dodged everything and retreated step by step, pushing himself deeper into the quagmire.

It wasn’t until he accepted his mother’s words and deeds that he finally came to his senses.

He mustered up the courage, learned to face the bleak life, and rewrote his own ending with his own hands.

In this bustling world, who has not lamented his own imperfections, and who has not complained about the unsatisfactory life?

Some people will fall in resentment, walk into the swamp with broken cans, and let themselves sink endlessly.

Some people will wake up in pain, muster up the courage to dance with the storm, and find an exit from their predicament.

Gorky said: “The world is a dark night, and we must light the way for ourselves.”

When a person starts to give up on himself, there is nothing anyone can do to help him.

In the vast sea of ​​suffering, only those who know how to punt their own boats can survive all the stormy waves.

There is a saying in “Big Breasts and Wide Hips”: “Within life comes death. Death is easy, living is difficult. The harder it is, the more you have to live. The less you are afraid of death, the more you have to struggle to live.”

Reality is like a wheel, and you and I are like ants, running to survive under the grinding wheels.

But if you don’t experience the ups and downs of life, if you don’t taste the warmth and warmth of human relationships, and if you don’t force yourself to grow, how can you cultivate a strong soul?

Yu Hua said that living is a process, and life is just living. Whether we are happy or unhappy, we need to experience and face it.

No one can bargain with fate. You can only try your best to climb mountains and survive disasters.

Find hope in despair, accept sorrow and joy in impermanence, and you will always find a bright way out.