The thatched grave in Anjialing is the most profound in Fu Yucai's early memory. He knew that there was a grandfather he had never met. On his grave, there was a wild plant called thatch. Every time my father and I go to grandpa's grave, they pull up these thatches. However, the vitality of thatch is extremely strong, not only has it not decreased, but has increased year by year, so that it has covered grandpa's entire grave.
Grandpa's story, grandma told him many times. When he began to understand, he pestered his grandmother to tell stories in his arms. Grandma repeated the past with grandpa over and over again, telling his heroic feats over and over again, and his story was engraved in Fu Yucai's young mind.
Fu Yucai's grandmother was born in a wealthy family named Zhong in a neighboring village. Her family is well-off, a famous local family, and her grandmother belongs to a good family. Although she is wrapped in her feet, she is not bound by her thoughts. At that time, her family had a school, and grandma was studying at school. A few years later, she became a scholar who could read and write. Grandma likes reading and pursuing progress. She especially likes reading literary books, and is often attracted by the characters in the books, reaching the point where she forgets to eat and sleep. All the books she has read can repeat the main characters and stories, such as The Story of the Stone, The Legend of the Horse, The Legend of Heroes of New Children, The Romance of the Three Kingdoms, The Water Margin, The Journey to the West and so on. , are her favorite. When Fu Yucai just remembered, his grandmother led him to dig wild vegetables in the field. He attached himself to her and listened to her talk about how the disciples and disciples exorcised demons and how to solve the eighty-one difficulties in Journey to the West. Grandma told a biography of the horse. Xiao Fu Yucai was also fascinated. The heroes in the book appeared before him one after another. He hopes to be such a hero, and he also hopes to write such a beautiful story when he grows up. Perhaps, grandma's ability to read and tell stories gave him great attraction and planted the seeds of literature in his young mind. Later, when he grew up, he realized that this seed was inadvertently thrown into the fertile soil where she worked hard. After listening to many stories, Fu Yucai was not satisfied with these stories in the book, but pestered her grandmother to tell her or grandpa's stories. Of course, grandma won't refuse this request from her baby grandson, and she also has someone to talk to. The story of grandparents thus entered the world of Fu Yucai.
Grandpa Fu Yucai is the head of the village, tall and handsome, and loves Peking Opera. At that time, there was no other entertainment, and going to the opera became the only spiritual enjoyment of the villagers. Whenever autumn comes and winter comes and farm work is not busy, grandpa will organize friends from the village to travel to various villages. Grandpa is singing minority. Dressed up, he is really handsome and elegant. He spoke clearly, and wherever his troupe went, men, women and children from neighboring villages followed him, especially his eldest daughter, Kannika nimtragol, scrambling to squeeze into the front row one by one in order to witness Grandpa's appearance at close range. Grandma, a well-educated modern woman, is also the object that grandpa follows. Every time she watches grandpa play, she is fascinated. When grandma was sixteen years old, grandpa went to her village to perform and was sent to her home for dinner, which led to a beautiful marriage. Seeing that grandma likes grandpa and asks questions around him, grandma's parents also like grandpa's personality and talent, so they betrothed their daughter to grandpa. Grandpa married grandma, and the husband and wife loved each other and lived a happy life. Unexpectedly, when Fu Yucai's father was ten years old, Japanese devils entered the Central Plains, and a group of Japanese devils lived in grandpa's house that night. Grandpa knows that these people are not easy to mess with, so he treats them with good wine and meat. While eating, grandpa listened to the translator and said that these devils were going to attack a team of the Eighth Route Army in Wenhe at night. When grandpa heard that he was in a hurry, he took advantage of the devil to sleep and ran to deliver letters to the Eighth Route Army. The Eighth Route Army moved safely, and the little devil closed his eyes. More than forty miles back and forth, grandpa climbed mountains, waded across rivers and sprinted all the way, which made him angry. On the day of his death, he sang an empty city plan, and his hoarse voice resounded through the village, and all the villagers were sad and wept. ...
Whenever grandma recalls these things, her face is full of respect for grandpa. Grandma was only 28 years old that year and never remarried. She is willing to spend her life in poverty and loneliness and protect this family for her grandfather. Grandma said that Fu Yucai looks like his grandfather and has his grandfather's demeanor and temperament. That year, a great event happened in New China. The success of the first atomic bomb shocked the whole world, and the educated grandmother gave Yucai a nickname, Guoan.
Influenced by grandma for a long time, with grandpa's genes, Fu Yucai's bones are pregnant with literary cells. When he was in primary school, he searched all the picture books. In order to buy new picture books, he collected and borrowed many picture books, rented them to students who wanted to see them, earned some ancestral expenses, and praised them before buying books. When I was in high school, I was appreciated by Liu Yongping, a teacher who taught them mathematics right after graduating from college, and asked him to publish a blackboard newspaper. At that time, the blackboard newspaper in Class Three was the best. Fu Yucai's own "Beautiful Trivia" reported the good deeds and learning experience of the school in the class, and also reported the stories that happened in the dorms of various classes in high school in the form of diaries. He was also lucky enough to be the bookkeeper of the school. He has the key to the library and can go in and out of the library freely. During his three-year high school career, he used his spare time in the library to read many famous books at all times and all over the world. At that time, Fu Yucai was in high spirits and ambitious, and began to learn to write. He submitted two manuscripts and succeeded.
Turning the story told by grandma into a novel is the beginning of Fu Yucai's literary career. The thatched grave occupied his heart for many years. In his dream, he met his grandfather whom he had never met before, expecting him to pass on the story. He thinks grandpa's story is rare in the world and can impress readers. After meditation, grandma's story became his story, and he made the best footnote for grandma's story with words. The thatch on grandpa's grave has grown more vigorously, covering the whole grave. Fu Yucai thinks grandpa is like a kind of fertilizer that will never be too thick. He used his own blood and body to support these spiritual thatchs, which germinated in spring, grew fiercely in summer and rustled in the wind after autumn. Even in winter, the fallen thatch will stand up with hard bones to meet the challenge of cold rain and snow. Fu Yucai stood in front of grandpa's grave many times, silently staring at every thatch in front of the grave, thinking hard about his appearance. In a trance, he felt that the withered thatch seemed to have some spirituality, which sounded like a harp in the whistling north wind. When he picked up a handful of loess from the grave, he immediately smelled the smell of grandpa, which is the unique smell of the national backbone, and that is the smell of grandpa's blood and life condensation. Fu Yucai can't rule out this smell. On the contrary, grandpa's smell seems to have given him a shot in the arm. He wants to restore the scene when grandpa sent a message to the Eighth Route Army. It was a scene that grandma repeated to him over and over again. Grandpa was running on the bumpy road, and a strong young man burst his lungs. Without the power of faith, it is hard to believe. However, it's true. Grandpa vomited blood with his mouth to death, which proves it's true. Fu Yucai would rather believe that this is true, because the bones of Grandpa's young life are buried under the thatched land, and his body may have been reduced to ashes, but his soul is rising day and night. Only with grandpa's nutrition can he have a strong vitality.
It took Fu Yucai a few days, and grandpa's story was finally expressed in words, so his first short story "Grass in Anjialing" was born. Anjialing is where grandpa lives. Thatched grass is to protect grandpa from the wind and rain and protect his spirit. The thatched grass in Anjialing was soon published by Literary Youth magazine.
The thatch in Anjialing is a short story. The story is roughly like this: in the age of writing, my family was destroyed by a doctor with ulterior motives in the village. He slandered and framed my father, saying that grandpa was a false guardian, and the working group didn't know the truth, which turned our family into a landlord. To this end, grandma found Gao, the county magistrate who was then the political commissar of the Wenhe detachment of the Eighth Route Army. My grandfather was appointed as a secret reporter of the * * * production party. Gao, the political commissar, knows this and is also my grandpa's direct leader. The high political commissar in those days and the high county magistrate now were very happy to see my grandmother, so they left my grandmother in the county to eat. Grandma didn't want to ask for help, and she knew that Gao Zhengwei had moved to a place and became a county magistrate. In order not to cause trouble to the leader, she never looked for him. Gao county magistrate said that when their troops were informed by their superiors to leave for Dabie Mountain, they lost contact with my grandfather. Grandma told Gao county magistrate that grandpa escaped with lung disease in order to deliver letters to the Eighth Route Army, and died soon after, and was buried in Anjialing in the south of the village. After my grandfather died, my grandmother took my young father and aunt to her mother's house to escape the war. Later, her family property was also possessed by her descendants. After knowing about our family, Gaoxian directly drove my grandmother to the village, called the village cadres, restored the truth of the matter, rehabilitated our family, took off the hat of the landlord, rewrote it, and went to Anjialing to worship my grandfather. When people saw that Grandpa Anjialing's grave was covered with thatch, they were all amazed at the overgrown thatch, and its tenacious vitality was just like Grandpa's heroic spirit.
Soon, Fu Yucai published an essay "Lotus Pond Crescent Moon" in "Literary Youth". It is said that there is a mud pond in the east of his village, which is overgrown with weeds all the year round, covered with dirt and stinking. Students who graduated from high school took the initiative to contract this muddy pond that caused the villagers a headache. He struggled for two years, turning the mud pond into a green lotus pond, frogs with lotus leaves, birds swimming around and dragonflies soaking in the pond. At night, the bright moon fills the whole lotus pond like broken silver, quiet and fragrant, and occasionally frogs sing together. ...
The easy success in literature made Fu Yucai complacent. Later, he began to be impetuous and dream big. He thinks he has many skills and has always wanted to write a world famous book. However, due to his lack of social practice and life experience, he gave up halfway after writing for a while. Later, I went to work in a community-run factory, and my literary dream never stopped. He organized a literary society, organized literary lovers around him, and founded a literary publication with the slogan "Unite literary youth, * * * unite the future of the writing era". Fu Yucai borrowed a mimeograph, reviewed the manuscript by himself and carved the steel plate by himself. The publication was only published for two issues, but it was stopped because of the limited conditions. Later, he opened a restaurant, worked as a worker, worked as an individual, and ate all the ups and downs, but his literary dream never died. Knowing that he still needs to master a lot of knowledge, he settled down to learn to think about the value of life and the meaning of living. At this time, his heart began to stir again, and the idea of writing a famous book crossed his mind again. He pondered some stories and began to write the novel Lost Soul. However, life experience and literary accomplishment are not enough to master the ability to write novels. I have written a part of Lost Soul, but I haven't made much progress, and I don't know the fate of this lost soul.
"Lost Soul" wrote the fate of a man from lively and lovely to taciturn with his own personal experience. The hero has gone through several stages: losing soul, calling soul and returning to spirit. Fu Yucai's vision is to reflect on the lost spirit of contemporary people, greed has lost its soul, and traditional culture needs to return urgently, so that people's world can return to the track of harmony between man and nature. The idea is good, but it is quite difficult to write. Fu Yucai attributed it to the lack of cultural literacy. The older I get, the more dull I feel, the more ashamed I feel, the more silent I become, and I close myself up and like loneliness. In fact, in his heart, there is still a powerful force hitting his heart from time to time. There seems to be a volcano in his mind, which didn't suddenly open. The magma is churning, burning and rushing. This mentality sometimes makes him very painful and always wants to find a way to vent.
Literature is a sacred cause, attracting countless dream catchers like Fu Yucai. Literature is sometimes a very strange thing, which often torments literary lovers who step into this road. Among all kinds of dreams in life, literary dream can be regarded as the longest dream. It will make you dream for a lifetime, it will torture you to pieces, it will make you lose your mind and make you dizzy. Fu Yucai lost his way again, staring at the dense words in a daze, and his literary road came to a dead end. He examines himself and tortures his soul. That year, he graduated from high school in a week. He gave up the college entrance examination because of his many sisters and poor family conditions. Just then, a repair shop in the village wanted to recruit a group of workers, and he signed up. Two years later, my mother became blind because of overwork. At that time, the two sisters were married, and the brother and sister-in-law separated and lived separately. Their lives are so tight that they have no time to take care of their mother. He also has a younger brother who goes to junior high school and needs to pay for his education. The second brother is twenty-seven or eight, but he has no choice but to go to Shaanxi to make a living. The situation at home is like a rotten bag. Fu Yucai used to work in a factory while preparing for the college entrance examination, but the reality made him give up the way of studying, so he had to help his family farm and do housework while working. When you have time, you should help others repair bicycles to earn some extra money, and go to the construction site to move bricks and pull wood to earn some spare money. Even so, Fu Yucai still reads books, keeps a diary and writes some communication reports to the county radio station every night. Later, when I got married and had children, the pressure of life was even greater. He tried to become famous and become a family by writing articles, so as to enrich his life and improve his family's life, but he contributed a lot and never heard from him. He was distressed, hesitant and sometimes even doubted his choice. From then on, he stopped writing, but his literary dream was hard to give up. Work hard in your career to support your family. He listened to the advice of many friends, and literature can't be eaten as a meal. As a result, he focused on running a family, suppressing restless emotions in his heart again and again. He doesn't want to stay away from literature, but he feels that his literary dream has been shattered. A heart began to be silent and lonely, and the garden of literature began to be barren. For Fu Yucai, who has great literary ambitions, it is tantamount to carrying a heavy shackle in spirit. Many times, just like the lost soul he wrote, he was lost in the spiritual world. In those years, he wrote a communication report to the county radio station and earned more than 20 yuan, which he could not bear to spend in his pocket. One day, when the fertilizer ran out, I couldn't find the twenty dollars anywhere. When my father heard about it, he asked him where he had gone. He told me that he went to Honghe town after taking a dump, and he may have lost it. Without saying anything, my father left with a lantern. After a while, my father came with twenty dollars. He told Yucai that he found it on the road and a gem watch. He stood there waiting for a long time without waiting for the owner to come back. Fu Yucai was very happy at that time, saying that he would make a fortune without breaking money. But on the third day, he went to the pigsty for convenience and saw a ten-dollar bill on the pig's mouth and another in the pool below. Fu Yucai suddenly realized that the twenty dollars his father gave him that night was not found back, but his own. Father told a white lie for fear that he would get angry. Later, I heard from my mother that my father sold a lamb for 30 yuan. Loving father, for his own face, is really well-intentioned, Fu Yucai's tears burst out. He deeply condemned himself. In this way, his spirit will not be in a trance, but will collapse. He should pull himself together at once, live high. At this time, he inadvertently attended a literary gathering organized by a friend and saw more than 40 literary lovers enthusiastically pursuing their dreams on the literary road. Their passion and upward spirit greatly shocked Fu Yucai's mind! In those days, his abandoned heart began to revive. The thatch on Grandpa Anjialing's grave once again shows his strong and tenacious vitality. He stood in front of grandpa's grave again, as if grandpa was looking at him with expectant eyes. This man in his fifties couldn't hold back his excitement, and he fell on his grandfather's grave and wept bitterly.
It is Fu Yucai's strong desire to relive old dreams, return to the literary palace and let the soul return. He is no longer confused, he wants to make those stories that have been dusty for a long time become smart between the lines, and he wants to make his life valuable and meaningful. He began to read, and after reading, he began to review. He made full preparations for literary creation. Completely different from his ambitions in those years, he has made a qualitative leap in both life experience and literary accomplishment through the baptism and precipitation of life and the forging of years. He read Night Talk Around the Furnace and wrote a lot of thoughts after reading it. These seemingly brief comments are the result of his dignified thinking. He is brewing creative ideas in order to realize them.
The thatch in Anjialing is still lush and full of vitality; Grandpa under the thatch still has his soul. ...
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