I went to the book building with a wooden heart and a reflection of Colombia. Unfortunately, I didn't find it, but I accidentally found Wang Zengqi's prose collection "Human Plants", which made me even more surprised. I have always been particularly fond of Wang Zengqi's prose and collected all his collections. Not long ago, an online friend asked him for his 1985 prose collection "Dinner Flowers Collection". I have it, awesome, when I bought it. 1. 4 yuan. The graduation thesis of the university is to analyze his prose style. What can we analyze without buying books?
His language is very strange. It's nothing apart, but it tastes when connected. "The star is still the star, and the moon is still the moon", put together, just like "the old man is carrying his young grandson, looking forward to affection and paining". Here's what I like: simple, smooth, not feminine, in one go.
Wang Zengqi is a well-known contemporary short story writer and playwright, especially Shajiabang, which he wrote, is a household name. I have regarded him as an essayist since I knew his name. The first article I read was "Da Nao Chronicle", which was indescribable and exquisite, and even the moss on the green slate was smooth and memorable.
Plants on Earth is selected from a large number of essays. It was first written in the forties, and most of it was written in the second half of life. Its style is still simple and its skills are perfect. I have read many articles for the first time. I wrote about flowers and plants, local scenery, hometown food, travel notes, unforgettable years, old friends and teachers, and plain life, all of which are fine works.
Scenery writing is Wang Zengqi's forte. It is not boring or difficult. With the imprint of the times, there are strange stories in every corner of the old house. Although half a century has passed, its voice, color and smell have all been calm, but we still see the years that have slipped through our hands between the lines, remembering that they are all warm, and the nostalgic tone is inexorably spreading in the secluded old house. Wang Zengqi's nostalgic articles are slow in pace, mixed with scenes, and the narrative method is a bit like old novels. Because he is familiar with classical Chinese, he is familiar with metaphors, nostalgia, and handy. From time to time, he jumps out some strange sentences, ancient sentences, and awkward sentences, such as Mengxi Bitan and Rongzhai Essays.
Writing people's articles, however, is lively and light-hearted, which is a minimalist traditional mode of ink painting to imitate characters. The appearance of close relatives linked his growing footprints in reciting poems, pasting, tasting tea, painting and writing, and understood the source of his honest literary skills.
I like his chapters on delicious food and local snacks best. It happened that he seemed to know the hobbies of female readers. As long as he mentioned delicious food, he must introduce the taste and production process in detail, and then describe the finished product seriously, which is not only colorful but also three-dimensional.
Wang Zengqi once said modestly that he couldn't write a brilliant treatise like Voltaire and Schopenhauer, nor could he write a long and profound prose like Montaigne. He doesn't write lyric prose either, and he feels that his age is too full of feelings, which is a bit like the old people writing love letters, "I'm sorry", so his prose is not long, and he "stumbles" to adapt to the reading habits of this "fast food age". Short, faint little essays are not tiring to read, especially suitable for the faint sunshine in the spring afternoon. Most of the time, I fell asleep after reading and experienced the artistic conception of "every word is sparkling, every sentence is burning" in my dream.
A good article is to ask the reader to read it all the way. "Yo, that's it. What happened next?" This collection of essays has this effect. Chapter 2: the feeling after reading Wang Zengqi's Prose
The taste of the world has been as thin as gauze for years, who makes the riders in Beijing?
the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers in the Ming dynasty.
the short paper is raking in the grass, and the tea is divided in the dark window.
don't sigh over the dust in plain clothes, it's still clear enough to get home.
This is Lu Fangweng's poem, which is different from his well-known poem expressing his ambition to avenge his country. This poem shows us the daily life interest of a scholar-bureaucrat, and his leisurely mood is free from vulgarity, just like Mr. Wang Zengqi's prose.
Wang always loves this poem. Rather, he loves this mood, which is full of life. What he wants to show us is his life with mood.
His feeling about life seems to be a little like the leisure of children who play truant, and the world is so big: the slightly sweet grass roots in his mouth, the stinky sesame seeds that have been provoked all over to catch "Duliu", the charming and soft voice of Miao girls selling bayberries, and the hydrangeas that quietly "suck water" on the windowsill. This is life, and it can even be said that it is an art.
He is a different kind of writer. He is different from today's writers who sit at home or in the office with their eyes fixed on the screen, their fingers flying on the keyboard, and their nerves almost destroyed by endless phone calls. His articles and books seem to have been touched by himself for thousands of times. The smell between the lines is wooden pencils, not the hard cold of the machine. I can see a strong old man holding a pencil with his bony protruding hands and smiling calmly. His delicate and emotional brushwork gives himself and us a little surprise and a little touch from time to time, for a small dish of white osmanthus with raindrops, or for a sudden change from the middle of the lake. Plain is true, and plain is a state of life, a realm and an understanding. Most people struggle to get rid of mediocrity, but those successful people who have experienced storms and seen rainbows often don't aim too high, but understand plain and love plain and even "mediocre" daily life with this plain state of mind.
In fact, the beauty of leisure reflected in his articles is exactly what he pursued after the ups and downs of personnel. The beauty of great beauty is awesome, but what he showed us is the kind of small beauty that can make people smile. Beauty is around and beauty is in their duty. It's a pity that most people don't have the energy and mood to pay attention to these seemingly trivial beauties. Most of them are in a hurry. Thick lenses actually isolate people's hearts from society and nature. Too many metal products actually wrap people's hearts layer by layer. While the author is trying to make us feel the beauty, I clearly hear a kind voice saying to the people who are busy on their way: "Children, slow down. Look at the color of this begonia, like the rouge water of a good family accidentally from your fingertips." It's beautiful. It's beautiful. " Chapter 3: Comments on Wang Zengqi's Prose
Once, I was in the Peach Blossom Garden in The Commandment more than once. Here I seem to have come to a primitive utopia, a quiet and wonderful paradise, and I fell in love with it desperately!
It's an ideal paradise. To be exact, it's a primitive utopia. In the minds of people in Anzhaozhuang, monks are no different from farming, weaving mats, hoop hooping and painting. They are all free and equal professionals, and have nothing to do with the hardships of the world and the bitterness of life. Such as Xiaoying's family, Zhao Dabo is a master of everything on the farm. He is not only good-tempered, but also strong as an elm. Aunt Zhao is also a strange spirit. Not only is her hometown cooking delicious, but the cut flowers are also a rarity for many married girls. The two precious daughters are even more beautiful. The British son is quiet and has a family. Xiaoying is lively and laughs like a magpie all day. From the days of this family, we can see that there are many people in Anzhaozhuang.
As for the monk's life in the temple, it is even more desirable, and there is no fetter of the strict rules in the general Buddhist temples. Monks here can eat ready-made meals, make money, return to the secular world, get married, buy land and live a leisurely life as long as they know the basic skills of doing things, such as putting yoga in flames and worshipping Liang Huang. The old master in the nunnery sat all day, thinking nothing of the world, and was intoxicated in the "one flower and one world". Master Renshan is the "master", in charge of three account books, namely, account books, account books for rent and account books for debts. He never wears cassock in the nunnery on weekdays, and often wears a short frock, revealing his yellow round belly and kicking his slippers barefoot. The other two masters also have their own advantages. The second master has a family in the secular world, and even takes his wife to enjoy the summer heat every year. The third master is not only beautiful, but also has the unique skill of "flying cymbals". Even after every ritual, a big girl or a kannika nimtragol will suddenly disappear in the village. The most surprising thing is that they never hide their meat, and even kill pigs in the hall during the Chinese New Year. The monks here live a happy life day after day, year after year. This is not a "Buddhist pure land", but clearly a modern version of the "Peach Blossom Garden".
In such a paradise-like dream, our little hero Xiao Mingzi and Xiaoyingzi met: Xiao Mingzi, with a long face and a loud voice, was intelligent and eager to learn. When he became a monk ferry with his uncle, he met Xiaoyingzi. Gradually, they became good friends, and Akiko often went to Xiaoyingzi's house. In this way, their hazy first love was quietly born. Together, they planted seedlings, released cattle, cut rice and watched the threshing floor, especially a sketch of them coming home after digging water chestnuts. "She went back with a basket of water chestnuts, leaving a string of footprints on the soft ridge. Minghai looked at her footprints and was silly. Five small toes, flat soles, thin heels and a missing arch. Minghai had a feeling he had never felt before, and he felt itchy. This string of beautiful footprints messed up the little monk's heart. " What a beautiful description, it depicts the mentality of boys and girls when they first fell in love, which is wonderful, graceful and logical. In the end, they went to the city together, one went to Shanyin Temple to be ordained, and the other bought things for the family. They all took a boat and came back together. Finally, Xiao Mingzi was forced out of his mind: I hope Xiaoying will be his wife.
In such an environment, so quiet and beautiful, people will unconsciously blend in with the environment, resulting in infinite reverie. The ordained, a paradise-like dream, makes me yearn for it infinitely! Chapter 4: Comments on Wang Zengqi's Prose
Kong Old Master Q has a famous saying that has been passed down through the ages: "Eating sex is also important". This shows that it is human nature to eat and like beautiful things. Therefore, eating has become one of the eternal themes of mankind.
Throughout the ages, there have been many articles describing eating, but I only like Mr. Wang Zengqi's style. The root of it is that its words are full of praise and gratitude for the world, love and sincerity for life.
In Food in My Hometown, the author focuses on an ordinary food-fried rice. At the beginning of the article, the author quoted a passage from Banqiao's Letter: "When it is cold and freezing, poor relatives and friends come to the door, first make a big bowl of fried rice and give it to them, accompanied by a small dish of ginger sauce, which is the best tool to warm the old and the poor." When this sentence came out, it suddenly made people feel very kind! People at the lowest level of society warm each other's bodies and hearts with a bowl of fried rice!
At the end of the article, the author describes an episode in the war years. There is no common sorrow and hardship, and there is no pain of leaving the chaos in the eyes of ordinary people. Instead, he describes a night accompanied by fried rice in the war with humorous and romantic brushstrokes: "I can't remember what year it was, in short, I was young. The army of Sun Chuanfang, the National Revolutionary Army, fought in our county, and our family took a little luggage into the concept of refining the sun. I am extremely interested in this unconventional life. Many people live together and can't cook. This evening, we spent it in frying rice and soaking coke chips. " What great wisdom and courage it is to remain calm, quiet, calm and even humorous in such a chaotic environment! And where does this wisdom and courage come from? The article itself confessed: "This is really a romantic night I spent as a child." Without great love and praise for life, how can there be such a mind and boldness?
"Bean Juice" describes the vivid life of the people at the bottom of Beijing: "Bean Juice is the leftover of making mung bean vermicelli. Very cheap. With bean juice, you don't have to cook porridge when you eat steamed corn bread this day. This is poor food. The pickles on the bean juice stand are not money. " The most interesting paragraph is at the end: a fellow villager in Baoding sat down, took out two steamed buns and asked "How much is a bowl of bean juice", and the seller told him 5 cents. "What about pickles?" "Pickles don't cost money." "Then give me a dish of pickles." A few words, full of earthly fireworks, suddenly make people feel that the world is so real, so lovely, so nostalgic! Chapter 5: Comments on Wang Zengqi's Prose
In the words of literary girls, Wang Zengqi's book gives people the feeling of tea towel sushi, first-class juicy mushrooms, fragrant white sesame seeds and chestnuts on Daughter's Day. The vinegar rice with so many ingredients is carefully wrapped in a slightly sweet thin omelet. Although it's not a recent work, it's very kind, lovely and clings to the chest, but after reading it, the taste of vinegar keeps getting stronger until it finally becomes a deep concept of impermanence.
I think the biggest feature of Wang Zengqi's book is the strong local folk customs. Especially the food culture, people feel that this is not an essay, but a martial arts novel by Jin Yong. Can't help but remind people of the part in The Legend of the Condor Heroes where Huang Rong cooks food for Hong Qigong. Including his language, are half mixed with classical Chinese, which makes people feel fluent in Hue. Feather-like light and thin sweet fried eggs are slowly scattered in the mouth, and the heart is pounding in anticipation of the appearance of soft Kangji eel and broken chestnuts wrapped inside. It feels like this!
Throughout the ages, from the Emperor of Kowloon to the common people, they all yearn for the life of becoming immortal. If they can't, they will marry a crane and live in seclusion. However, they ignore the happy life brought by the world. Shu Ting wrote in her "goddess peak": "The torrent of Jin Guangju and Ligustrum lucidum is inciting new betrayal. It's better to cry on your lover's shoulder for one night than to show it on the cliff for a thousand years." Immortality and indifference to fame and fortune are certainly worthy of joy or admiration. However, drinking wine as a song, seeking mountains and asking for water, and making money together have some fun and customs that the so-called immortal hermits can't understand.
Wang Zengqi's book tells us this truth. He wrote that those people are the most common little people in the market, and his food is not very advanced local snacks in roadside stalls, and his writing is also some common trivial things. But people can taste the beautiful feelings between people from his seemingly insipid language. In the greatest injustice, fate sometimes leaves a trace of warmth and comfort, which makes people reluctant to give up on this world. It seems that there are other profound arrangements, and nothing happens casually, depending on whether your mind is enough to understand providence.
The deep communication between the son and the father, and so on, everything is worth tasting.
bite down the wonderful soup that comes out instantly from the velvet antler!
kangji eel that melts in the mouth!
The sweet taste of lump vinegar rice and chestnuts is a wonderful match!
even the dried gourd wrapped in egg skin is elastic and delicious!
this may be the book.