Originally this piece was called 'House Slave', but I didn't want to sell my anxiety, so I changed the title to a metaphorical piece: 'Where is the poetry and the faraway places? (Note: The title comes from the phrase "There is more to life than what meets the eye, there is also poetry and faraway places.") (from "Gao Xiaosong's 184 Days in Prison: There's Poetry and Faraway Places in Life"). It is often said that having a house is called "taking root", while not having a house is like floating weeds. They will keep changing their homes and moving around because of a landlord's decision not to rent or a rent increase, or any other reason, leaving people with no sense of belonging. How many people have completely changed themselves for this sense of belonging, their original easy life has disappeared and they have become "house slaves", this month, next month, next month, after paying the mortgage every month, they are stretched to the limit, "I am so tired, why should I persist?" The answer for most people would be: it's a family. The Chinese have a strong sense of family, and feel that a home is a home, and a home is happiness, even if they lose the opportunity to enjoy the moment for that happiness. So is this the right choice?
