I have been engaged in prose writing for 35 years after reading Old Moonlight 1. I liked Xi Murong and Wang Guozhen at first, then I took a fancy to Xiao Fuxing and Zhou Tao, and then I was infatuated with Jia Pingwa and Yu, especially Yu. I learned the power of "Shaolin Boxing" and worked hard from beginning to end. I am old at this time and want to eat vegetarian food. So Shen Congwen and Wang Zengqi have become my pillow books. After reading it for a long time, I still think they are not as good as the ancients. Wang's prose is excellent, but he always eats, drinks, visits and recalls. I always feel a little small. Shen's prose is higher than Wang's, but it is a little far from my life. Writers can play their skills well in writing prose, polish their "self-explanation" in place, and even use "emotion" accurately and forcefully, which can detonate readers in an instant, but most writers' prose has a common problem, that is, lack of elegance.
Few writers in the team can write articles that are both educated and unrestrained, so I like the new and hate the old, and decided to read less books about named writers and go to other hills. For example with Feng Youlan, for example with Zheng. At this time, Dong Qiao's prose is very popular, short in length, but calm and wise. The characters and stories described are elegant and elegant, knowledgeable and interesting. At this time, Zhang Changhua of Jiangsu Literature and Art Publishing House just gave me an old moonlight edited by him and introduced me to Dong Qiao.
So, Dong Qiao and I began to ask each other about Yao and Cao, and presented a pen and ink, begging Mr. Dong Qiao for IELTS. Later, Teacher Dong gave me two new books, one is a jade box with an epigraph, and the other is the title of Feng Zikai's poem "It's sunny today, I'm afraid someone will come"-"It's sunny today". Mr. Dong is also very patronizing, and his signature is: Mr. Lucky. Thank you, Mr. Zhang zhen, for your painting.
I like Dong Qiao's prose very much, because before reading his prose, I haven't seen any writer in China who can write the anecdotes and leisure of literati so calmly and elegantly. At one time, there were many "Dong fans" in the Mainland. Every time the literati get together, they will hear people praise Dong Qiao's knowledge and appreciate Dong Qiao's education. I know a sister who is a retired teacher. She was deeply moved by the story of Chinese aunt in Dong Qiao's essay "Lake Blue Satin". She also carefully selected a piece of lake blue satin to make a cheongsam and took a beautiful photo.
She begged me to send the photos to Dong Qiao, but I laughed and joked: Your figure will affect Mr. Dong's retirement. She smiled after hearing this. Mr Dong Qiao is a unique essayist. His uniqueness stems from his profound knowledge, his mastery and love of China's traditional culture, and his admiration for China's elegant and excellent culture. Every time I read his prose, I always feel that he is walking on the bamboo path with me, wandering under the willow tip and the moon. He used his brilliant, intelligent, gentle and bookish context to infiltrate my heart like a drizzle. Dong Qiao often said: Words are made of meat, forging words and refining sentences is polite, and his prose, like others, is always dressed neatly and appropriately, and his prose is the demeanor of celebrities. I once compared Dong Qiao, which had a pleasant year, to Zhang Zongzi in the Ming Dynasty. It was equally interesting, delicate, clever and secluded. After seventy, he was more afraid of meeting strangers. He lived a dripping life in the spring, took time to hold the pipe, and wrote the days of elegant stationery in the head of a fly.
He once said to me in his letter: I am old, seldom go out and don't like to socialize. That's it. I have nothing to read. There is no musical pen to show. It is a poem by Li of Yangzhou Painting School in Qing Dynasty: This plum blossom is unusual, and there is no music pen for people to see. The painter is always ignorant of customs and full of anger. I know Mr. Dong. His articles are not vulgar at any time, but noble. I have several books signed by Dong Qiao. After reading them, I still like the book named after the first sentence of Dimfragrance by Jiang Baishi, a great talent in the Southern Song Dynasty. The book was given to me by Zhang Changhua without Dong Qiao's signature, because it not only embodies all the advantages of Dong Qiao's articles, but also adds a human touch to my ideas and anthology.
It is extremely difficult for writers to write elegant articles and painters to draw pictures with human feelings. The first time I met the night snow, the green statue was easy to cry, and the red calyx was silent. I once again borrow a few words from Dimfragrance by Jiang Baishi to pay tribute to Mr. Dong Qiao.
Only after reading "Old Moonlight" did I know that Dong Qiao originated from one of my male teachers who told short stories. When he talked about Dong Qiao with long hair, I was really shocked by the infinite reverence and admiration in his eyes. Teacher Dong Qiao's tone is vivid, which makes me seem to see an old scholar walking around in a gown, glasses like a wine bottle, a book full of yellow, and a slightly moldy Gawaine.
This is a great man, and his "Old Moonlight" made me ashamed for many days. There really are such scholars in this world. Chyi Chin's calligraphy and painting is not in the eyes, but in the life filled with smoke. Watch him meet his friends happily and buy the first editions of various bookstores during the reading season; Look at him in life, scrimping and saving, dealing with painters, poets and collectors; Seeing him talking with infinite joy about a stone, a painting and a manuscript of an ancient master he bought, and seeing him regretfully swallow some paintings and books he didn't buy, I really think the world of books was so delicious. His every move is not the charm of a woman, but it clearly has the flavor of the old Republic of China. I envy you, this round of old moon has a yellow halo.
Dong Qiao's books are really old. Between the lines, the soul of essays in the late Ming Dynasty flows. Reading his articles always reminds me of Zhang Dai. The old literati in Emei Mountain once earned enough light at night. He looked at it and took him away. Where is such a person? A few understatements, no emphasis on color, plum blossoms, snow, tea curling up in the hut, and a stream of black tea adding fragrance. It seems that there is no difference between pavilions and castles and my humble abode. They are all of the same bearing and appearance, which makes people fascinated and eager to stuff themselves into history books. They will go for a period of time, make friends with all kinds of people, often go to the palace, love to eat, play and enjoy, and they can't be more vulgar, but they are also sent to the Buddhist temple, full of charm and joy, and too elegant to be alone in the lake pavilion on a snowy night and a moonlit night. Dong Qiao's ci has the elegant taste of Zhang Dai, but not the vulgarity of Zhang Dai. He gave me the impression that he was a calm sapphire seal.
Dong Qiao's handwriting is neat, neatly cut, rattan broken, Cui Shengsheng will never be careless. When reading a book, I just feel very intimate and comfortable. Every pore of his works is full of emotion. When an article is written down, there seems to be a scene in front of me, a person and a yellow moon. Sometimes, he squanders his words with heavy makeup, BLACKPINK emphasizes, but most of the time, it is light white. The shallow and white places have higher artistic conception, just like the blank space in traditional Chinese painting, which seems to be nothingness, but it attracts the breeze and bright moon that sings shallowly and the generous and tragic waters to bid farewell.
As the saying goes, if you give someone a rose, your hand will have a lingering fragrance. Even if the giver is still like this, won't the recipient of the rose smell sweet? Reading Dong Qiao's Moonlight in Old Times, I wonder if I stole the fragrance of a passage from his book and turned it into a cicada singing between my lines?
Hehe, don't talk, don't talk.
Cicada, Zen also.
After watching "Old Moonlight" 3, "One knife breaks one blade, and one person is heartbroken". If this is Gu Long, I will use it as an excuse.
I hardly wrote a few words after graduation. I've told people many times, "I'm past puberty." Zhu Yan's words are like a mirror, and the firewood knife has been broken since then, only for rice and food.
At the end of April, Yan Qing asked me to write a preface for his anthology. At that time, he readily agreed to sharpen his knife on May Day. Unexpectedly, God always can't get what he wants. He went out to travel, met several wicked people, and suffered a sad thing. After coming back, he let his mobile phone rest for a few days. He thinks that Yan Qing's collection should be in Fu Zi, so he abandons his knife and goes back to his old job, pretending that his preface is irrelevant.
This is an excuse.
But when I think of Yan Qing, I can't understand it. Yan Qing should be one of my closest friends. We have known each other for four years. From spring to spring, the old is the appearance, the morale is worn away, the mood is bleak, and what I long for is the happiness as always.
This is probably the case with young artists! Don't dare to use the word literati, perhaps, this word can be used in Yan Qing. Because, I have always admired and coveted Yan Qing's talent.
Nowadays, I don't like to think too much about the past. Mr. Lu Xun said that the so-called memories can not only make people happy, but also make people lonely. Think about it, deliberately rejecting memories is also an escape, and the object of escape is the loneliness and pain left by time. But at the moment, when the night gallops towards tomorrow, Yan Qing's book is full of wine stains and words in poems, but it reminds me of the time when my eyes were bright and my temples were blue. Farewell in Huaishang, solitary lamp in humble room, cherry in small courtyard are all red, and books are sold for wine and rice ... absurd, happy, dribs and drabs, like a lifetime ago, but vivid. Memories are waking up, warm but lonely.
"You are still young, but don't worry, it's nothing. You will all grow old soon. "
Yes, life between heaven and earth is like a traveler. Therefore, the ancients lived for several years and sometimes died, and the glory stopped at their bodies, and they did not feel endless articles. In this way, I should be happy for Yan's collection, and I should also write some poems for him.
Therefore, I should applaud his persistence and achievements in the past ten years.
"Eat with a big belly and read with your eyes wide open", a couplet that was widely circulated in The National SouthWest Associated University that year, has been written on the wall. Unfortunately, I only learned half a trick, so I gained eight or nine pounds in the past two years. I didn't read two or three lines of the article, and my reading volume was far from that of Yan Qing. Ancient and modern Chinese and foreign, poetry and songs, Yan Qing have dabbled in and understood, especially ancient prose, which is better than me and can only be ashamed!
I have always liked Yan Qing's writing, his drunken whip, his sadness in the old moonlight, his sweet words and his shallow singing!
However, a turning point. If Aladdin's magic lamp really exists, I would like to ask it to obliterate Yan Qing's talent and bring him a peaceful earthly life. Just because Yan Qing and I are similar in temperament, I say so, and I am a foreigner, who will come home with me?
Scholars are mostly poor, especially poets. Yan Qing was born with loneliness and sadness in his bones, which made today's Yan Qing and framed today's Yan Qing. However, throughout the ages, nature plays tricks on people, and real scholars are like this. In this world, we cannot find the perfection we want.
Maybe Yan Qing should say I've changed again.
Maybe I've changed. When reality and ideal collide violently, I always lose something or change something to avoid heartache.
And I would rather choose the tranquility of the secular world. As I said before, I always willingly accept what life gives me, no matter what the arrangement is, take the present, live in the present and live in this ordinary time.
"Huai Shui Dong Lao Yue" is still hanging in the western sky at the moment. It has seen all the vicissitudes of the world, and it still shines on the world tepidly. There will always be happy people or unhappy people in this world.
I know I've been in love. In the old moonlight, people are not as good as before.
I only wish Yan a happy and safe life!
In the old days, after watching the moonlight and going to the bookstore, I always had to buy a book to feel at ease. However, after reading everything, I can't find a favorite book. Either you bought it, or you are not interested, or you feel interested, but there is no need to buy it. Just borrow it from the library. Others are very disdainful, thinking that even if they are sent, they will only occupy space and waste their eyes and time.
So sometimes going to the bookstore is also painful. Finally, I took a fancy to Dong Qiao's Old Moonlight, which belongs to the new anthology, but the words are mostly old, but it also conforms to the collection name. The binding is also good, with a touch of elegant nostalgia. This is also in line with the style of Dongqiao characters. To tell the truth, I don't like Dong Qiao's writing very much, but I can't say I hate it. I read it once in a while, which is interesting.
However, when I brought it home, I found some familiar faces Originally, this is normal. If there were too many books in the old days, there would inevitably be duplication. However, the more I read, the more scared I am. Finally, I simply compare the "Once upon a time" I bought, and my heart sank after the comparison. Almost every title in Once upon a time is repeated in Old Moonlight. This makes me feel a little cheated, just like a thing with a new coat and a new name, and then comes back to BLACKPINK and sells it.
But regret belongs to regret, and irritation belongs to irritation. After all, there are some articles in the new book that have never been seen in Once upon a time. So before going to bed, I still read one by one. When I met a familiar face, I nodded slightly and greeted a strange face.
Dong Qiao, born in 1942, is only over 60 years old. From today's point of view, he has just passed the prime of life and is not old, but the demeanor of the old-school literati can only be said to be related to his interest and upbringing. The original can't be said to be right or wrong, but when you look at a modern man, you have to pretend to be an old-school scholar, which is a bit sour and uncomfortable.
Dong Qiao said that he didn't like to put too much emotion in his articles, so his articles didn't show great joy and great sorrow. Even if he misses his old friends, he is a faint style and tells stories. Even if you accidentally expose your feelings occasionally, it always comes to an abrupt end, leaving a big blank.
This is his strength as well as his weakness. He regards articles as articles too much, so he pays so much attention to every word and every relationship. Dong Qiao is a diligent person. He really regards the article as a craft, so he is willing to spend time and energy polishing it.
Naturally, it is easy to find bosom friends among the old-school literati. However, for young people who dare to love and hate, it is a bit dishonest. Their feelings are stuck in their throats, and they don't say vomit, and they don't say vomit, so they are deadlocked, and they are uncomfortable, and the people watching them are also uncomfortable. Perhaps the beauty between spitting and not spitting can only be realized at Dong Qiao's age.
But, not necessarily, it depends on whether there is Dong Qiao's mind. Speaking of it, this is also an arduous task.
After reading "Old Moonlight", Dong Qiao's "Old Moonlight" was included in the prose reading list recommended by his son's class teacher at the parent-teacher meeting in the afternoon. Suddenly I have a desire to pay attention to this man's book. I have heard the name of Dong Qiao before, but I don't know who he is or what kind of article he wrote. When the teacher recommended this book, it was the last one, but when I copied it, it ranked first, because other writers, such as Qian Zhongshu, Zhou Zuoren, Lin Yutang, Wang, Shen Congwen and others have read some works, but only Dong Qiao has no impression.
Today, my husband borrowed Dong Qiao's "Old Moonlight" and read a few articles after dinner, which was quite unique. I was particularly surprised to read that A Rose in the twelfth lunar month was about Sun Yat-sen's former residence. At the beginning of the article, I said: "The newspaper published a photo of Sun Yat-sen's former residence in Cuiheng Village, with mottled doors, lush trees and graceful street lamps. I don't know whether it is morning or sunset. This landscape in China's modern history is slanting. That big tree is called sour bean tree, which was planted by Sun Yixian 1883 17 years old. In a blink of an eye, he is 1 13 years old, thick and folded, with dense branches and leaves and flowers. This year marks the 30th anniversary of Dr. Sun Yat-sen's birthday/KLOC-0, and thousands of Chinese and foreign tourists visit the former residence every day. "
Such a unique description makes people admire Mr. Dong's tact and unique observation. I visited the former residence of Zhongshan in June+10 last year. I have seen all the "doorways, street lamps and sour bean trees" in the article, but I am unable to express them vividly in such a simple few lines. It is speculated that the article should be written by 1996, and the profound meaning of commemorating Dr. Sun Yat-sen's birthday has been integrated into it without trace.
However, in writing, I never liked Guo Moruo's poems, talking about Zhang Dai's unique theory-people have a word that they don't know but are more poetic, a word that they don't participate in but are more Zen, a word that they don't like but are more drunk, and a stone that they don't know is more picturesque! Then he talked about Mao Mengjing's unique metaphor-"God gave us memories, so we may have roses in1February." Mr. Dong translates as homesickness, so there are roses in the twelfth lunar month. Following this poetic sentence, the article finally returns to the sour bean tree, street lamp and door wall of Sun Yat-sen's former residence. This is a truly original layout, a beautiful article with deep emotion and poetry without trace. It turns out that a good article is written so skillfully.
Another discovery is that Mr. Dong spoke highly of Soong Ching Ling's beauty. He wrote in "An Old Moon Preface": "What I found from her reserved smile is the long-lost flavor of the Republic of China in the charm of the Song sisters." In Love in the Youth Room, he wrote: "She looks as beautiful as Soong Ching Ling when she was young."
Teacher Dong also said in an interview with Southern Metropolis Daily, "A China person who has lived in a foreign country for a long time will feel that you are a stranger after all, and you will never become a member of their society and country. Then you will think about your identity, more strongly than living in China. Imagine that if an article written by a China person is completely westernized, it will be boring. You must have your own personality, your own national and ethnic personality. Why do I consider myself a "cultural relic"? Because I grew up four or nine years ago, all the girls in the Republic of China were very beautiful. Unlike today's beautiful girls, the beauty of girls in the Republic of China was very subtle, such as Soong Ching Ling, Ryan who just died, and Lin in Taiwan Province Province. "
Soong Ching Ling is undoubtedly beautiful, undoubtedly has the implicit beauty of the Republic of China, and undoubtedly has the eternal inner beauty deeply influenced by Chinese and Western cultures! Her beauty stems from her unswerving patriotic beliefs and feelings, and from her broad vision of the world!
I recommend it carefully.