The Three-Body Problem

by Cixin Liu – Translated by Ken Liu

Chapter 01 The Madness Years

Part 1

China, 1967

The Red Union had been attacking the headquarters of the April Twenty-eighth Brigade for two days. Their red flags fluttered restlessly around the brigade building like flames yearning for firewood.

The Red Union commander was anxious, though not because of the defenders he faced. The more than two hundred Red Guards of the April Twenty-eight Brigade were mere greenhorns compared with the veteran Red Guards of the Red Union, which was formed at the start of the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution in early 1966. The Red Union had been tempered by the tumultuous experience of revolutionary tours around the country and seeing Chairman Mao in the great rallies in Tiananmen Square.

But the commander was afraid of the dozen or so iron stoves inside the building, filled with explosives and connected to each other by electric detonators. He couldn’t see them, but he could feel their presence like iron sensing the pull of a nearby magnet. If a defender flipped the switch, revolutionaries and counter-revolutionaries alike would all die in one giant ball of fire.

And the young Red Guards of the April Twenty-eighth Brigade were indeed capable of such madness. Compared with the weathered men and women of the first generation of Red Guards, the new rebels were a pack of wolves on hot coals, crazier than crazy.

The slender figure of a beautiful young girl emerged at the top of the building, waving the giant red banner of the April Twenty-eighth Brigade. Her appearance was greeted immediately by a cacophony of gunshots. The weapons attacking here were a diverse mix: antiques such as American carbines, Czech-style machine guns, Japanese Type-38 rifles; newer weapons such as standard-issue People’s Liberation Army rifles and submachine guns, stolen from the PLA after the publication of the “August Editorial”; and even a few Chinese dadao swords and spears. Together, they formed a condensed version of modern history.

Numerous members of the April Twenty-eighth Brigade had engaged in similar displays before. They’d stand on top of the building, wave a flag, shout slogans through megaphones, and scatter flyers at the attackers below. Every time, the courageous man or woman had been able to retreat safely from the hailstorm of bullets and earn glory for their valour.

The new girl clearly thought she’d be just as lucky. She waved the battle banner as though brandishing her burning youth, trusting that the enemy would be burnt to ashes in the revolutionary flames, imaging that an ideal world would be borm tomorrow from the ardour and zeal coursing through her blood… She was intoxicated by her brilliant, crimson dream until a bullet pierced her chest.

Her fifteen-year-old body was so soft that the bullet hardly slowed down as it passed through it and whistled in the air behind her. The young Red Guard tumbled down along with her flag, her light from descending even more slowly than the piece of red fabric, like a little bird unwilling to leave the sky.

The Red Union warriors shouted in joy. A few rushed to the foot of the building, tore away the battle banner of the April Twenty-eighth Brigade, and seized the slender, lifeless body. They raised their trophy overhead and flaunted it for a while before tossing it toward the top of the metal gate of the compound.

Most of the gate’s metal bars, capped with sharp tips, had been pulled down at the beginning of the factional civil wars to be used as spears, but two still remained. As their sharp tips caught the girl, life seemed to return momentarily to her body.

The Red Guards backed up some distance and began to use the impaled body for target practice. For her, the dense storm of bullets was now no different from a gentle rain, as she could no longer feel anything. From time to time, her vinelike arms jerked across her body softly, as though she were flicking off drops of rain.

And then half of her young head was blown away, and only a single, beautiful eye remained to stare at the blue sky of 1967. There was no pain in that gaze, only solidified devotion and yearning.

And yet, compared to some others, she was fortunate. At least she died in the throes of passionately sacrificing herself for an ideal.

Link to Chapter 01 Part 2

– Do you want to go down?
– e he ~
– We should take the next lift.
– Next lift. e he…
– Have you collected all the toys?
– e he.
– 去找凯凯哥哥玩?
– 呃嗬!
– 找出你的飞机来
– 呃嗬。

离新年还有10个小时。

比如大家都需要吃饭一般,我也就要跟风做做年终总结。每个人都希望自己的年终总结在文体上有所不同,所以你会看到各种奇葩,各种巧妙构思,各种趋于平淡的文章。毫无例外,下面的比特跟其他的没有区别。是0跟1的集合。

看看历史记录,断无可能做一个整年汇总,那么展望未来吧。

孩子平安成长,性格还不算突出,很多时候都能够好好讲道理。接下来需要加强他的词汇和沟通方式,希望在千里之外纽带仍如过去一年朝夕相处般。

短时间内应该没有换工作的可能,不过临界点也在逼近,究竟回到小镇还是在城市里面耗着,一千个人有一千个答案。你的选择是什么,是有你所能够掌握的信息来决定的。提高自己的记忆力以及处理提炼纷繁信息的能力,暂时是想通过更新这里的日志来做铺垫。

改改一点就爆的脾气,能够在左脸被打的时候右脸伸出去。解决方案是做到一个礼拜有五天每天超过半个小时的运动。

这一年真没有什么进步,怎么去拯救银河系啊。

新年有新年的愿望,一步步去实现吧。等我的2016年总结。

凌晨将《八恶人》突击完。70毫米的宽屏在前半部比较合适,用在后半部在室内的情节有点浪费。宽屏在自然风光上面比较有震撼力。

情节完全由对话推动,而且分成章节再穿插一次倒叙是昆汀的风格。场景简单的分成两个,一个是马车,一个酒馆,意境像古龙小说那般,风,寒风的风,雪,大雪纷飞的雪。了解多一点美国内战的历史会对里面对立的人物,却滑稽般共处一室的情节不感到突兀。或者真如土摩托所说,能够欣赏里面的口语味道才能够领略到它的独特之处。看完觉得有一股气在胸中旋绕,可能在某一天会突然将这股气消化完成,会心一笑。

为什么电影名有八字,说明那八个恶人么?等我去看看影评然后有空再看一遍再来说说。

好了,跑完了步洗完澡也晚了,睡觉了。过段时间写写跑步时我在想什么。

一两个月前的某一天,被拉进了一个小学同学群,看着里面熟悉又陌生的名字,记忆深处的影像慢慢的恢复起来。到今天为止,据统计还有两个同学失联,毕竟已经久远,那时候的联系方式原始而古老,蛮多同学也是靠口耳相传才能够找到。不到几分钟,就将该群调为静音,毕竟里面图片与语音横飞,红包与标题党横行,电池续航能力明显不足。

作为八零后,没有享受到任何的政策红利。作为农村八零后,父母辛苦供养读书,政府还在进行农村包围城市的资源偏向。回忆下城市和农村的巨大差别,说起来是一把辛酸泪。各种机缘巧合下,我所在的年级是学校有史以来的唯一有两个班级的,称为甲班乙班,各有35人和30人。

据同学们确认,我当时还是乙班的班长,能够挂名班长跟父亲大人有关。已经想不起来作为班长做了什么,作为一个后续的影响就是又被拉进一个小学同学聚会策划部的群。这个策划部群开始时候也是口水话连篇,慢慢的才不用将它静音。名曰策划,也有金主的意思在里面,一天就不知谁起头说捐多少要将这个聚会顺利办下去。虽然本人一直强调聚会主要是在聚上面,不要将费用浪费在吃饭和KTV上,后来还是表红心跟着大部队。

现在暂定的具体活动安排及方案(预案),时间从上午10点左右开始:

  1. 签到
  2. 开场辞
  3. 特别环节:你猜我猜大家猜
  4. 游戏:抢椅子(人多可分二次)
  5. 酒店送餐,在校聚餐
  6. 餐后合照留念(学校大门),自由活动拍照
  7. 茶饭思饱后组织一场篮球比赛(友谊比赛,自行找队员)
  8. 羽毛球比赛(友谊比赛,自行找队员)
  9. 稍作休息前往KTV

我提交了自己的方案,筹款分成两个部分:

  • 第一部分:在不用聚大餐的情况下每人100元
  • 第二部分:晚上KTV以及其他活动费用,参加人预支付200,多还少补

以及具体活动安排及方案(预案二):

  1. 13:00 开始签到
  2. 13:30 聚会开始。主持人致词,约5分钟。轮流自我介绍,每人约半分钟,共约30分钟。收集同学生活照,介绍环节用投影仪播放现在/过去对比照片
  3. 14:00 集体照[看是否可以放最后]
  4. 14:30 游戏加深认识环节
  5. 16:00 点心
  6. 18:00 前往KTV

理想的聚会应该是将所有参加者包括进来,吃饭和KTV是完全不能够达到这个目的的。其实想说的是,办一个烂大街通街的同学会还要花费大洋300,何苦呢。