As I grow older, I increasingly feel a lack of imagination.
Recently, I became obsessed with science fiction novels and discovered Liu Cixin's collection of stories. There are about twenty stories in total, and I spent a week studying them. I was amazed by both the writing style and the world-building.
As a science and engineering student, Liu Cixin combines a romantic imagination with rigorous knowledge of physics, which I greatly admire.
One of my favorite stories is "Poetry Clouds," which explores the understanding of cosmic art. In the end, when civilization has developed to its peak, survival becomes nothing more than the crying of a baby. There is no meaning in nostalgia, and the pursuit of higher levels of satisfaction can only be achieved through art.
The pursuit of art has become so intense that it destroys the entire galaxy, in a straightforward yet artistic manner.
Another story, similar to "Poetry Clouds," is about cryogenic artists. It describes the endpoint of collective civilization as individual civilization, where the pursuit of survival no longer exists. The entire story is filled with artistic colors. However, for lower-level civilizations, the pursuit of survival is still extremely necessary.
Liu Cixin's writing style is very romantic. He portrays the cruel universe with gentle strokes of the pen, combining it with relatively rigorous scientific knowledge, which fascinates me.