? -Written on the occasion of the publication of Jiangnan.
Xia Yanzi
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I like it very much. On such a leisurely afternoon, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of Laotu study room, a white cane chair, a cup of foamed tea and a colorful collection of essays on "Image Train", I am alone, without sadness or joy, calm and safe.
This season, October, is slightly cold, and it is rare to read, write, think and recall seriously in the warm sunshine. Mr. Jie Bao is a famous writer, the winner of Bing Xin Prose Award, and a close friend of Mr. Cai Yan, the 15th student of Lu Xun College of Literature. I have been in contact with prose creation since 20 13. I read Literature is My Most Beautiful Encounter in the eighth issue of Qihe Wind, and fell deeply in love with her emotional, dexterous, expressive and affectionate prose, which has been deeply influenced by her long and short sentences and has been used ever since. Impression Train should be Mr. Jie Bao's third book, right? The whole text is realistic but poetic, and the simplicity is full of truth, sincerity, truth, goodness and beauty. People read, think, laugh, cry and love. When I read the preface written by the famous military writer for Mr. Bao's "The Past of Deer Garden", my eyes filled with tears and my thoughts were myriad. I think of my ancient city and those unforgettable faces, those young people who are full of memories, and those who are not afraid of tiger and tiger.
The train flies by, the streets are quiet and meticulous, and the poodle downstairs is lovely and lively. Principal Li Hong's style remains the same; Teacher Cai Yan dripped ink into the city; Bear, Nie, passionate; Kang Ma and Lao Guan are serious and responsible; My young student's eyes sparkled with sparks.
? Time is like a train, which goes all the way, unable to turn back, scenery, back, past, reluctant to give up, want to return, but can not buy a ticket. All that remains is memory, writing, carving and memory.
I want to write about kurei, her "Flowers bloom in spring" and her little-known works. I left Qichun in April and went to Shanghai. After I came back in June, I always wanted to write and remember, but I didn't dare to write for a long time, because my feelings were too heavy, I didn't know how to write, and I was afraid to write it down in a hurry, making the feelings of Spring Breeze Ten Miles thin, simple and complete.
? There is a question and answer in the chat record of Hu Feng Literature Society of Qihe Wind. Liu Lizhan asked Xia, "Long time no see, how have you been?" Xia said: "I miss it very much. I am as good as ever, but there is no sunny day." Ask again: "Nothing. Why is there no sunny day? " Xia said, "Because I know you have a bad life. So I can't see a sunny day. "
It suddenly occurred to me that Ding Ling, a stormy and romantic woman all her life, had "known herself and herself" with Chen Ming in the last short journey of her life.
? Once upon a time, the two of us were gorgeous, flamboyant, fanatical and arrogant, and we had to say one, two, three, four things about everything, blushing and thick necks.
And now, no.
Being together for a few years has made us know each other too well, both verbally and mentally. Whenever I speak to my teeth, I always say, "Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn." Clearly, * * * has long known and kept it in my heart. Those words hidden in my heart have become a mine, a field, a piece of gold and a harvest after time, soil and fireworks polishing. Silent, but also exudes charming luster.
Xue Xiaochan said that it is good to know.
Yes, youth is strange, but it is easy to change. What if you say something? What if it's clear? Kurei is convinced that silence has real meaning as long as you know it. If you want to go out, you will forget to say it. Yes, I believe it, too.
Now people have a prejudice. The society always thinks that all the students who come to vocational high schools are poor students, and they are rubbish without learning and education. Teachers who teach in vocational high schools are all muddling along. For those who are malicious, secular, biased, questioning, sarcastic, and look on coldly, we are often indifferent, do not stay, and do not think that the children here are what they call "garbage" and "waste", so every time we speak, we are very few. No more words, one more explanation. Because it's not worth it. Who among them really understands, pays attention to and studies this school? The answer is: no, if not, what qualifications and rights do they have to give this school and put a sign of "third-rate school" and "poor students" on these young students? Who among them knows that there are also students who step into the Great Hall of the People to present awards, attend lectures at Lu Xun College of Literature and China Museum of Modern Literature, and go to Peking University, Beijing Normal University and Capital Normal University for further study? As far as I know, quite a few students who have come out of here are thriving in administration, state-owned enterprises, the workplace and even overseas! As far as I can see now, a large number of outstanding students, elite backbones and model pacesetters of Hubei University came from the ancient city of Luozhou in Qichun! I want to ask, in this real society, among all the low disability they described, what is more convincing than the evidence I saw with my own eyes?
The world is cold and worldly. There are so many things in this world that it is difficult to change them by your own efforts at once. All you can do is leave time to state, prove and explain them. As long as we are not wrong, we will never bow our heads. Why should you be afraid, guilty, timid and have no confidence in your words? This has always been my temper towards kurei, and it is also the temper of every student in my Hu Feng Literature Society. Teacher Wang Anyi, a famous contemporary writer, said: Writers need a little pride. I think kurei and all the students in our Hu Feng Literature Society have done a good job.
When my heart is upset, I like to read old posts under the willows at Yuqian Lake. Turn to a passage in Jian Zheng's prose "The spring breeze is not as good as you": The longer I know you, the more I feel that you are the happy Shui Ze in my life. After reading it with great joy, I only feel that the words "The longer I know you" are so like old friends to Hongli and me. I gently picked up these words and read them in my mouth as if they were full of flowers.
? (Jie Bao, director of China Prose Society, member of Hubei Writers Association, secretary general of Macheng Federation of Literary and Art Circles, 15th student of Luxun College of Literature)
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In the three-year black-and-white film of the ancient city, I took several photos, namely 108 three seasons outside the classroom and a group photo.
The first photo. It snows heavily.
It snows heavily in spring in Qiyang. It's neither too heavy nor too small. Everything is just right. This is the first time I have seen snow here.
I sat near the window. You can see a large area of gray sky from the window, deep and low. I remember that day after class, it was very noisy. Tang Xiaoyu came to the classroom to find me and handed me a collection of beautiful essays in Huanggang, saying that it was sent to us by Teacher Liu. That was the first time I received a book since I came to this school. I am ecstatic, happy and excited. I can't wait to open the book, sitting alone in the window holding this book "American Literature has its own beauty", studying the magnificent prose of Liu, chairman of the Municipal Writers Association, and thinking, if only I could write such words that day!
Every time I look up at the snowflake outside the window, I feel very quiet, beautiful and happy, and my mood is as crystal clear as ice. JUNG WOO, a teacher of CET-8, said that winter is beautiful, right? I replied to her in standard Chinglish: Yes. Beautiful, but cold. She looked at me and smiled. Later, I braved the snow and went to Building 7. This house is very old. It is a residential building for teachers. Because there are few people, the snow on the ground is very thick, and many of them have not been trampled. I followed a tall girl, who should be a student in the kindergarten teacher's class. She was born with fine features, white teeth and red lips, and has been singing loudly. That's "Life of Everything". This song has spread across half the campus in the snow. I envy her and hum along with her voice. Her voice is low, but she is happy!
The second photo. Spring blossoms.
? Love spring. I like walking on cobblestone roads, embracing the sunshine and kissing Koharu. ...
? In March, the Jingchu land finally warmed up, the wind was softer, people began to be full of energy, and Artemisia argyi also leaned out. The row of bare dead trees began to sprout and turn green. Finally, I can take off that lonely white down jacket and put on the Korean windbreaker and white shoes that I have already prepared. Waiting is torture and pain. Mr. Bing Xin has a beautiful essay called "Spring in a Day", which describes Mr. Bing Xin's longing for spring after his initial recovery from a serious illness, rather than his anguish in spring. Yes, lateness is in sharp contrast to enthusiastic expectation. This season, I didn't bring a change of thick clothes, always thinking that it would be hot. My white down jacket was finally dressed as a gray down jacket.
? A row of small trees were planted beside the path on the right side of the teaching building, and the leaves spread out. I recognize them as bauhinia.
The third photo. The enthusiasm of summer and the massiness of history.
? The most beautiful time on the campus of science and technology is summer. Pale yellow, crimson, big purple, sky blue ... That's the flower that the old man planted in the courtyard of the boiling water room, which is very eye-catching and swaying with the wind.
In addition to grandpa's small yard, the summer outside our classroom is also very dazzling, with bright azaleas, green grass and tall and powerful buttonwood trees.
? Of course, summer also makes the row of bauhinia lush, but I can still see farther and wider through the leaves. Those are two shabby, low and old small tile houses behind Bauhinia. We often laugh. If we don't tear them down, we will ruin the enjoyment of others. Until I went to physical education class once, I sat on the marble bench in the square at the entrance of the canteen, and my grandmother who swept the floor told me: This is an antique left by Qichun Normal School! As soon as I heard this, I immediately felt respect. We can't believe some things, so we jump to conclusions. Like Peking University, Beijing Normal University and even the Forbidden City, unbreakable? Are you old? The answer is definitely that they are old and shabby, but because of their history, stories have value, connotation, spiritual and cultural confidence and charm. Isn't it?
? The last photo is a group photo. It is also the most precious one. It's just a moment of visiting.
Youth and campus, literature and youth.
From right to left, it is Wu Unit, Xia, Gong He. Four young boys and girls, sometimes bold and sometimes elegant.
The four of us come from different places and have different personalities, but because of literature, we have gone through ups and downs, joys and sorrows side by side, cooperated all the year round and won many awards.
A ten-mile lion comes from the monastery. You can feel fear at the word "lion". Indeed, the first time you saw her, you found that the lioness could not be provoked. She is domineering, bold and strong.
That year, I was still attending classes in Room 305 upstairs in the Academic Affairs Office. She is in my class. One sunny morning, I moved a stool and greedily embraced the warmth on the big balcony. She sat next to me and talked to me. So far, I only remember one thing clearly: your article is excellent. I opened my eyes and looked at her. I saw that her bangs, eyes, lips and gray slim trench coat were full of goodwill aura, which enveloped me and blurred me. At that time, I was young and frivolous, high-spirited, and didn't know how to be low-key and modest. I just feel that someone praises me and my heart is full of joy.
Many years later, things have changed and stars have changed, but I still insist on writing. I know that apart from the encouragement of some teachers and everyone, I should thank her most.
Kurei writes poetry. Very good. Xiang Xianghui has described kurei in this way many times. He said, Gong, she is a bit like Liu. She smiled without a word. Our eyes are blurred. Because everyone knows that this is the supreme evaluation, and of course it is also an unattainable peak.
I followed my teacher to visit Gan Caizhi, chairman of the Writers Association. During the discussion, I kept in mind the chairman's words: an excellent writer needs talent, talent, persistence, diligence and modesty. What the chairman said seems to be all-encompassing in kurei. Talent, talent, she can write words that others can never keep up with, amazing, childlike and transparent; Persistence, diligence and modesty are the first two points that anyone can easily see in her. If you open her notes and extract books, you will find that she is more careful and does much more than any student in Hu Feng Literature Society, including the president and some senior sisters. With an open mind, please allow me to give an example. /kloc-two boys in grade 0/3 also write poems (I'll call them poems). They once said in front of everyone in the office, "Can she write my poems?" When this is said, it is really no less than the poet Duda's "language is not surprising and never dies". Everyone was arguing about it, but kurei kept silent. What is this? Are you scared? Are you afraid to talk? No, either. This is an excellent writer. He should be quality, modest and confident-speak with his works.
On the high yield and high quality of works, we can compete with Lili of kurei PK.
? Let's start with his prose. Whispering softly, beautiful, elegant and poetic.
Emotional prose is Lili's strong point. Love in the mountains, petals have shed like tears, how bright the moonlight at home is! Other names are soul-stirring and move people into Lin Daiyu. I sometimes envy such an eloquent article.
Lin Yutang pointed out in Xiao Mo: "The beauty of composition lies in the harmony of artistic conception, and besides sound, it is the true taste." Wang Guowei once commented: "A literary thing is expressive enough internally and touching enough externally, just meaning and context." Artistic conception is not only the pursuit of poetry creation, but also other literary works will be affirmed and praised by people if they can give readers aesthetic pleasure.
? The poet Allen praised Lily's prose many times. "This kind of writing is not a poem, and it can't be sung, but it is full of the rhythm and charm of poetry, outlining the picture, artistic conception and sense of poetry and song. Seeing its true colors, it won the essence of masters such as Bai Luomei and Xue Xiaochan."
After a long time, my eyebrows faded and I smiled. At that time, I didn't think so. The overly carved prose was distorted and deviated from the height of the prose itself. Looking back from time to time, I have to say that Lili's writing is really extraordinary and well written.
High flyers Liu Han, a writer and editor of Jiangxi Normal University, said in the literature and art hall that it is not surprising that I love my family and my dog.
Some unknown friends, comments.
Most of the time, I watch them distinguish each other online. I just don't like to talk and I don't participate. Or too lazy to reply to some flattering and inconsistent information. But Liu Han's comments were not what she thought, because she knew I was grateful to Lili.
Lili's prose, let alone a classic, was once admired by my heart. There is a saying in the book called "writing is like a man", which I firmly believe. Lili's writing is like an empty valley and a secluded orchid, with a fragrant smell and bright colors. Is anybody there? This is even more true. "The wind is clear, Avon Huilian Iraqis are weak. Frowning and smiling, plum blossoms are about to bloom, and purple is fragrant. " I think this refined poem should be the best answer? I will always remember and appreciate her, no matter her talent, no matter her classmates, no matter her persistence in "meeting you at the beginning of life is like returning an old friend" If my youth was a blank sheet of paper before I met Mr. Liu, then Lili is a brush, which makes colors appear on the blank sheet of paper, carmine, azurite, loneliness, richness, connotation and happiness.
"Youth is thrilling".
Without her, Xia could not have accidentally walked into Liu, and there would be no later story.
? I always remember that night, a fiery red cloud filled the sky, and I leaned on the balcony outside the classroom in a daze.
Lily came back from the complex building, sweating slightly on her nose and panting, saying, "Let's take you somewhere on Monday afternoon!" " "I was too shy, and now I don't remember how to reply to her.
I only remember that I didn't want to go with her on the fourth afternoon. As a result, he was forcibly taken to the stepped classroom on the first floor of the science and education building by a laughing senior. Later, I learned that the place was called "Hu Feng Literature Society", and the senior who brought me was the president of the literature society who was about to leave the society. Her name is very nice. It says: Wang Jiajia. Later, the principal who brought me in and even her next principal graduated, and I'm still here. Day after day, month after month, year after year, I was surprised to find that there was such a sacred land in this ancient city with a long history and in this small campus. There are a group of teenagers who regard literature as their life. Although they are humble and stubborn, they are not understood by outsiders, but they do not lose their original heart and do not want to pass it on. In the whirlpool of society, they are not involved in the torrent, are not treated coldly, and are not ridiculed. Joy, satisfaction, pride, I am proud that I am a student of Hu Feng Literature Society.
? (Guest of Liu Zhongguo Prose Annual Meeting, member of Hubei Writers Association, student of the second advanced seminar for young writers of Hubei College of Literature, and signing writer of Selected Prose)
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There is also a video, which is a cloud steaming in Luozhou City, Xia Wei, with my campus in the clip. These buildings, gardens and Woods are the campus by the Becky River.
The campus is neither too big nor too small, but it is lovely. How many times, I came back from the frantic market, and it was cold and miserable all the way. Only when I step into this small campus will my heart immediately become peaceful and I can feel a little comfort, like my mother's warm embrace. I have been to Beijing, Shanghai, Zhejiang, Jiangsu, Xiamen, Yunnan and Sichuan for countless nights. What reminds me and misses her is the small dusty campus in the center of the ancient city. Sometimes I think it's amazing. She is like a water drop hidden in the depths of the noise, quiet and moist, which is hard to give up.
This campus is rich in content. There is a stage that says "Youth Stage", a holy place, a memorial room for Hu Feng, and some small forests. Throughout the year, flowers bloom and fall, from green to yellow, from dense to sparse, which is the key "observation zone" of politics and religion. These words are metaphorical. I often wander in it. When it was still barren everywhere, the first magnolia bloomed, and it was amazing flattery. I can't bear to see it when it withers. After that, new buds appeared in camphor trees and new branches appeared in osmanthus. On the sides of these four buildings, there are tall and strong tung trees. Tung flowers are in bloom, and the black and old colors are often inconspicuous, but I like them. At night, I walked carefully under them, and the faint fragrance of tung flowers floated. The tung flowers are all gone, and the tung leaves are big and tangible, hanging very low. I like them to comb my hair. There are many roses beside the pole for drying clothes. With the wind, their mother-in-law is ringing in unison.
? One evening, I sat on the stone bench after class of Teacher Zhang Jiaoni under the No.3 teaching building. Suddenly it rained heavily, with lightning and thunder. The rain beads are noisy, far away and near, which is very nice. That rose, rose, also separated the noisy city sound.
One day when four shaw was about to graduate, I saw my uncle planting trees busy in the garden in front of the canteen. He said that the three small trees didn't grow well. He widened the tree pit and filled it with water. He had a big blister on his palm. Later, when I went in and out, I always looked at the old man's favorite tree. I often think of his childlike laughter. When it was hot, as soon as he saw me, he said, Oh, I can't stand it. He speaks Qichun Mandarin. I smiled and replied: You can have a rest. Look, the tree is nodding to you (the wind is blowing).
Would it be boring if there were no small gardens and Woods on campus? I linger here, smelling the fragrance of plants, listening to magpies and all kinds of birds singing, then returning to my classroom, sitting on the podium and opening the books, suddenly remembering Mr. Lu Xun's words: from a hundred herbs garden to a three-pond, reflecting on the moon.
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? I have read the Book of Songs and skipped many sentences (difficult to understand). Only when I read "Pulling Grass in the Mountain" did I get shocked.
"Go up the mountain to pick weeds and go down the mountain to see his wife.
Kneeling for a long time, I asked the old father-in-law what would happen to the new man. "
I feel inexplicably uncomfortable reading.
I read a poem in "National Literature" before, and there was a sentence in it, "Why is it so wide that you jump around your wrist?" After reading it, I felt very satisfied at first, and gradually I felt unknown.
The bracelet on your wrist is about jade (I understand), but jade is very fragile. When the bracelet broke into powder, I thought, go to the mountain and scatter it.
Scattered jade, picked weeds with a basket, and then met my dead husband who had lived and died.
To tell the truth, these two poems are separated by thousands of years, but I am inexplicably linked together. It is really "self-learning".
? There are so many happy sentences in The Book of Songs.
"Seeing a gentleman, Hu Yun doesn't like it."
"Life and death are rich, Zicheng said."
"Green scorpion, leisurely in my heart."
……
? However, with so much joy, the phrase "picking weeds on the mountain and meeting the old gentleman at the foot of the mountain" is enough to destroy them all. I feel sad after watching it again, and I feel so sad for that "old man".
"The dragon knelt down and asked the old father-in-law, where is the newcomer?"
? How much sadness did you suppress before you knelt down?
? I wonder if my love for Qichun and the ancient city can also be explained by this poem in the Book of Songs.
Postscript:
? There are many memories, such as my smiling face at dusk when I came to Beijing West Railway Station from Hunchun. For example, as a freshman living in four buildings, I often lie in bed at night watching the crescent moon or the full moon. For example, the figure of China and the United States came out of a quiet school ... but suddenly I didn't want to write. Because time doesn't allow, there are many things, so I'll stop here.
Ben hurried through the article at the invitation of Jiangnan. After that, I don't remember the ancient city very much. I don't know why, but I often dream at night when I don't think about it. I often wake up with tears in my face. I want to remember it many times, but I can't write it. I am afraid that I will feel distressed and I am afraid that a piece of white paper and a black pen will not write the desired scenery, which is even more depressing. I remember that in 20 15, I wrote a long article "Ten Years" with the famous editor-in-chief, and I remembered sad things, and then I was sad for several months. This is also something that I sometimes find it unbearable to write prose, so I simply don't write it.
? Some memories, some people, even if the years have changed their appearance, even if the sea has turned into a mulberry field, it is still the sunny afternoon, and they will never forget the dusk and the ancient city of Luozhou all their lives.