ABSTRACT
It is widely known that contemporary Chinese literature has gone through a very difficult and painful phase, and yet also surpassed itself. Like the Yangzi River as it bursts through the Kui Gate, it carries with it a long history, heavy vicissitudes of the human world, the sun and the moon, stars and planets, green hills and sparkling waters. Of course, it also carries turbid mud and silt. Right now it is flowing out to the world and to the future, along a course that daily becomes broader and freer.
