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Short prose by famous writers: Wutong Tree

Feng Zikai

There are several sycamore trees in front of the window of the apartment building. These were things from the neighbor’s yard, but formally owned by me. Because they are at a reasonable distance from me, they seem to be specially planted for me to see. Their owners may be able to see their partial conditions more clearly than I can, but I am afraid they have never seen their overall appearance clearly. Because this can only be seen from a considerable distance. A poem from the Tang Dynasty goes like this: The mountains are far away but only their appearance appears. ?I thought the same was true for trees. From early summer to the present, these sycamore trees have appeared in front of me with heavy makeup and light makeup, showing various appearances.

When spring ends and summer begins, I see before my eyes the scene of Xintong colostrum. Those small yellow leaves are clustered on the bare branches, like a tree lantern, or like the cut-and-paste patterns of elementary school students, evenly arranged and childish. The leaves of plants also have various tricks: some metabolize and change green and yellow secretly from human eyes. Some are so subtle that they are so gradual that people don't notice that they change from bare branches to green leaves? Only the leaves of the sycamore tree are the most clumsy in technique, but the most honest in attitude. Their branches are sparse and thick, and their leaves are flat and large. As the leaves grow, the whole tree changes appearance.

In summer, I saw the green leaves turn into shade again. Those large leaves grow densely in layers, leaving no gaps at all. They look like a big green barrier; they also look like a green mountain in a pattern painting. Among the common garden plants I see, except for the plantain, the leaves are probably no bigger than the sycamore. Although the banana leaves are large in shape, they are not many in number. It takes several days for the lilac knot to unfold a leaf, and there are only a few leaves in the whole tree. Although the sycamore leaves are not as big as it, there are many in number. Those pig-ear-like things were hung one after another from the low branches to the top of the tree. There were a few sycamore trees placed in front of the window. I felt that there was too much greenery. The ancients said, "Plantains are divided into green branches and covered with window screens". The view is too low. It is just what you see under the front window. If you climb up the stairs and look out, banana trees will fall in your eyes, and you should see the green parasol trees covering the window screens.

In the past month, I have seen the sycamore leaves falling again. It looked so miserable! At first the green darkened and turned into dark green; then it turned from dark green to burnt yellow; when the north wind blew, they started to make a fuss, and the big yellow leaves began to drop branches. At first, one or two suddenly fell off. Zhang came; then a large number of them flew down in groups, as if someone dropped them from a tall building. The branches gradually became empty, revealing the house behind the tree. Finally, only a few branches were left, and the appearance of the early spring returned. These days, they stand empty-handed in front of my window, like a bachelor who once married a wife and had children but lost his family. They look so pitiful! I think of the ancient poem: "The trees on the top of the mountain are high, and the leaves fall away in the wind." After traveling thousands of miles, why return to the original place? Now if we want to collect all their fallen leaves, make them turn green together, restore the old branches, and restore the summer scene, even if we rely on the power of all the rulers in the world, It is impossible to defeat the efficiency of all the machines in the world! There are many colors in the world that turn from yellow to green, but nothing symbolizes sadness more than the fallen leaves, especially the fallen leaves of the sycamore tree.

But their owners probably don’t feel this sadness. Because although they planted them and owned them, they did not see the above-mentioned conditions. They just sit under the window and look at their roots, stand in front of the steps and look up at their branches and leaves, and sweep the fallen leaves for them. How can they see their faces? How can they feel their symbols? It can be seen that nature cannot be understood. possessive. It can be seen that art cannot be possessed. Short prose by famous writers: What is love afraid of?

Bi Shumin

Love is quite squeamish, stupid and confused, and there are many things to be afraid of.

Afraid of lying. Pretending to love when we don't love is a painful and unfortunate thing. If others see through it, we become hypocritical villains. If you deceive others of their money, you can get a refund. If you defraud others of their love, you will become an unpardonable sinner. It would be even worse if others didn't see through it. Unless you have lost all conscience, you have to commit to the illusion of love, and the strangulation deep in your heart will never have peace.

Love is afraid of silence. Too many people think that deep love is speechless. In fact, love is an emotion that is difficult to describe and requires detailed expression and delivery. Love requires action, but love is not just action, or the expression of words and tenderness, it is also an indispensable part of action. I once did a test with my friends, which was to fill a person's heart with a unique feeling, and then use expressions and gestures to create it, so that other people who don't know the details can guess his inner activities. Those who solved the riddle readily agreed, thinking they were infallible. As a result, very few people can decode it correctly. When you realize that your face is full of love, others will misinterpret it and come to strange conclusions. For example, do you think it is reserved, dazed, melancholy?

A mother lowered her head confidently and made an expression.

Another lady and I looked at her blankly, looked at each other, and said in unison: You are going to commit suicide! She glared at us angrily and said: This is unreasonable! Why are you so stupid?! My heart is full of warmth at the moment ! Being stupid, we were quite ashamed, but before we could apologize, the mother suddenly realized: So that’s it! No wonder every time I look at my son like this, he would say uneasily: Mom, I did something wrong again. What? What are you worried about?

Love needs to be expressed, just like an electrical appliance that runs out too quickly and needs to be recharged every day. Describing love repeatedly and freshly is a brave and wise art.

Love is afraid of hesitation. Love is shy and clever. If you are not careful, it will take the bait and run away. The beginning of love is often a weak and boneless collision and a graceful gravity. Being able to identify one's true love keenly in the very early stages of love is an ability, and it is also a kind of courage. If you love a career, you will devote yourself to it regardless of your own safety. If you love someone, pursue him resolutely. If you love a nation, you will sacrifice your life without hesitation. If you love a belief, you will never regret it until death.

Love and fear ambiguity. Either you love one or the other, following an all-or-nothing rule. Love is so overwhelming that no corner is left behind. If you don't love, cut off the water and wash your hands in the golden basin. Hesitation and delay are irresponsible to others and yourself.

I am afraid of building a tower on the sand. That kind of love, no matter how exquisite and clear, ebbs and flows, leaving only pearlless clam shells and broken roots of water plants.

Love is afraid of water without a source. A river in the desert, even if it is not a mirage, can its sparkling water last for how many days? When a sandstorm strikes, the first thing to dry up is the saltwater lake where tears accumulate.

Love and fear of fakes. True love may not have a smooth appearance, bright colors, exquisite packaging, or boastful advertising, but it has an inherent quality assurance. True love is not immune to short circuits and damage, but it has a warranty, which is the promise of two hearts, written between heaven and earth.

Love is an organic whole and is afraid of division. Just like tempered glass, it is said that it will not break even if a tank rolls it over it. Unfortunately, its weakness is that it would rather break than bend, and it is brittle and cannot be cut. Once broken, it split into countless dregs as big as broad beans, flowing all over the ground, shining with a sad cold light, and could never be recovered.

Love has weak legs and is afraid of distance. Distance will dilute the color of each other's lovesickness. If possible, get closer, and then get closer, until they are inseparable and intimate. Don't artificially test its strength by separation, otherwise you may regret it. Try to create as much time as possible to work side by side and unite nature and man.

Love is like a cactus flower, afraid of being fleeting. Love does not need to be day and night, love does not need to be close to each other, but love needs an iron pestle to be ground into a needle, and it will last forever.

Love and fear are equally divided. On the tightrope of love, you cannot imitate the high-altitude prince, and you should not do dangerous actions. Even if you stagger and never fall, chance is saving you. Any whirlwind may make you float and crash. The wisest and safest thing is to quickly return to the ground from high altitude and leave deep footprints in the soil.

Love is afraid of deliberately asking for work. Love can have disheveled hair, love can wear hairpins and sarongs, love can have simple meals, love can sleep in the open air. As long as there is true love, love will have support.

When I am in love, my eyes are myopic and astigmatistic, and I only like to see the picturesque scenery. I am deaf, but I only like to listen to the singing of orioles and the dancing of swallows. Love makes people one-sided, love makes people gullible. Love makes people's IQ lower, and love makes people wishful thinking. What love fears most is corruption. Love needs to be injected with passionate vitality every day, but it is like a deep pool, calm and calm. Having said all the shortcomings of love, isn't love useless?

Love is the strongest memory metal in the world. It does not melt under high temperatures and does not crack when frozen. Build a space shuttle of love and you can fly it for nine days.

Love is a universe that is broader than the sky and the ocean. In that unique dome, there are billions of stars of love shining brightly. An asteroid streaks down, which is the rain of love, filling the sky with clear light.

Love is a magical chemical reagent that can make suffering sweet, make a minute last forever, make an ordinary face look like a fairy, and make whispers louder than thunder and lightning. .

Love is the grassland that breeds all things. Here, can ability, courage, wisdom, talent, friendship, and care be developed? All the virtues in the world and the beautiful talents that belong to nature will be given to you by love.

Between life and death is a lonely journey of life. Keeping a true love is a lamp that shines and warms life. Short Prose by Famous Writers: Written for Life

Xi Murong

(1)

I stood under the moon and drew pencil sketches.

The moon was so bright, so I stood in the middle of the field and drew alternately with black and brown pencils.

The first thing to draw is the row of jagged tree shadows in the distance, using extremely heavy and deep black to draw their dense branches and leaves.

Under the trees is a slowly stretching road. Sweet potatoes are planted in the fields, which have a light and delicate luster under the moonlight. There was not a single cloud in the entire sky, only the moonlight and stars.

What I can recognize is the Hunter constellation, right in front of me, shining under the moon. The color of the sky is transparent and clean, just like the smell of the entire field at night.

The moon is so bright, and it reflects a soft white light on my sketchbook. All the delicate and precise lines can be seen more clearly. I stand in the field, slowly As I painted one stroke after another, my heart felt very stable and quiet.

My home is only ten or twenty steps away. The children have finished their homework and gone to bed. My husband is writing his endless homework under his lamp, and what about me? I decided I have to do my homework tonight under the moon.

The neighbor’s dog came over to take a look, and was relieved when he found out it was me. After looking around for a few times, he simply fell asleep at my feet. My little dog was very restless and didn't understand why I refused to go home, so it ran back and came again, constantly pulling at the sweet potato stems and leaves, making a tiny crunching sound. The nights in the countryside are surprisingly quiet. Neighbors are used to going to bed early. Occasionally, pedestrians returning home at night just pass by the path next to the fields. Sometimes they cough, and the sound becomes softer through the moonlight. .

What a beautiful moonlight! The light of the full moon soaks the entire land, and all the life on the land has a color that can never be imagined in the daytime. Such a beautiful world is right in front of me. It is neither illusion nor a dream, it is just unbelievable.

So, I think that after I sort out these sketches and paint this kind of moonlight on the canvas, I am afraid that some people will think that what I depict is a kind of nihilistic beauty. Bar.

I couldn’t help but smile while drawing. The wind blew across the fields and shuttled back and forth among the bamboo forests. The moon was higher and rounder, and the entire night sky was extremely clear.

There should be such a moment of clarity in life, right? I can think nothing and hope nothing, just slowly trace it one stroke at a time, and quietly do what I should do under the moon homework.

(2)

To a class of nineteen or twenty-year-old students who have just started taking oil painting classes, I like to tell them a story.

This is the story of my college classmate. My classmate has a good foundation in painting and is serious. After entering university, he vowed to paint along the history of Western art. After understanding and experimenting with the concepts and techniques of each school of painting, he would then create his own style. He believes that only in this way can he draw truly solid works.

When he was in the first grade, his landscapes were all by Cézanne. When he was in the second grade, he happily announced to me:

?I have already painted Fauvism!?

Then he was in the third grade, then the fourth grade, then taught, and then went abroad. There was no communication for many years. The last news he got was that he finally got a doctorate and became an expert in art history and art theory.

Every time I think about this, I don’t know whether I feel sad or happy. It turns out that to become a creative artist, in addition to absorbing a lot of knowledge, you also need to know how to reject a lot of knowledge! It turns out that creation itself has a very strong exclusiveness. An excellent artist is someone who can achieve the ultimate in performance in a certain aspect, and because he wants to go to the extreme, it is impossible to completely follow the footsteps of others, let alone to complete everything that others have gone through in his own life. road. In the field of art, if we want to find our own perfection, we need to first understand our own limits and the differences between ourselves and others.

Because they are not the same, artworks have so many different looks. Brancusi was able to polish his "Bird of Space" so smoothly that the bronze statue almost turned into a jumping light and speed. Maiyo, on the other hand, wants to stop the flowing "river" and show a heavy sense of volume in the lead female body statue. Pissarro's world of light and shadow is always peaceful and peaceful, but the same light and shadow in Munch's brushwork are always full of trembling and uneasiness.

When every outstanding artist reaches the extreme, it is like opening a window for us in life. We stand breathlessly in front of different scenery one after another, and we are moved at the same time. , we must also learn to choose what we want and what we have to give up.

(3)

Of course, some people are exceptions, just like there are often unexplained exceptions in life.

In the history of art, there are some exceptional artists who come and go as freely as they can. In their lives, there is almost no such thing as "limit".

What should we do with Leonardo da Vinci, who was omnipotent and masterful in everything from astronomy, mathematics to physics?

Perhaps we can only put him aside. Don’t compare with him? Otherwise, how can we calm down the envy and jealousy that are burning like fire in our hearts?

　(4)

I believe that artists are all Jealous people.

Short Prose by Famous Writers: Mother Bathed in Radiance

On the bus, I saw a mother who constantly loved and cared for her mentally retarded son, and was worried that her son would be frightened when he took the bus for the first time.

? Baby, be good, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, riding in a car is very safe. The baby the mother was talking about seemed to be a teenager.

The passengers looked at the mother who was full of love with great reverence.

I thought that it would be great if everyone could look at their mother with such reverence. Unfortunately, most people often ignore that their mothers are also full of brilliance.

When the mother and son got out of the car, there was silence in the car, and the driver also showed rare patience. After they were completely calm, he slowly started and drove away.

The passengers all saluted the mother and son until they disappeared around the corner.

Why do we have such solemn silence in our completely selfless and melting love for someone? The reason is that it is often difficult for us to achieve that kind of solemn state of complete melting.

Complete integration is selfless, selfless, and unpretentious, just like the tungsten filament of a light bulb is suddenly switched on, it will light up and emit brilliance.

Let’s take the treatment of children as an example! In the eyes of mothers, mentally retarded children are so innocent, innocent, and worthy of love and compassion. However, we ourselves treat normal and healthy children so harshly and full of conditions. Unable to love with all my heart.

I hope that the way we look at our children can be like that mother, completely selfless and integrated, with a kind of solemn beauty and full of love. Short prose by famous writers: Lily in the Heart

In a remote and remote valley, there is a cliff thousands of feet high. I don’t know when, a small lily grew on the edge of the cliff. When lilies are first born, they look exactly like weeds. However, it knows in its heart that it is not a weed. Deep in its heart, there is a pure thought: "I am a lily, not a weed." The only way to prove that I am a lily is to bloom beautiful flowers. ?With this thought, Lily worked hard to absorb water and sunlight, rooted deeply, and straightened its chest. Finally, one spring morning, the first bud appeared on the top of the lily.

Lily was very happy, but the nearby weeds were very disdainful. They laughed at Lily privately: "This guy is obviously a grass, but he still says he is a flower." I saw that the top of it was not a bud, but a tumor on its head. ?In public, they ridiculed Lily: ?Don't dream, even if you can really bloom, in this wilderness, your value is not the same as us!?

Lily said: ?I I want to bloom because I know I have beautiful flowers; I want to bloom because I want to fulfill my solemn mission as a flower; I want to bloom because I like to use flowers to prove my existence. Regardless of whether anyone appreciates it or not, regardless of what you think of me, I will bloom!?

Under the contempt of weeds, wild lilies work hard to release their own energy. One day, it finally bloomed. With its spiritual whiteness and graceful grace, it has become the most beautiful flower on the cliff. At this time, the weeds no longer dared to laugh at it.

Lilies are blooming one by one, and there are crystal drops of water on the flowers every day. The weeds think it is last night’s dew, but only the lilies themselves know that it is the result of deep joy. Teardrops. Every spring, wild lilies bloom and set seeds hard. Its seeds follow the wind and fall on valleys and cliffs, where white wild lilies bloom everywhere.

Decades later, countless people from cities and villages came all the way to enjoy the blooming lilies. Many children knelt down and smelled the fragrance of lilies; many couples hugged each other and made a vow to be together for a hundred years; countless people were moved to tears when they saw this beauty they had never seen before, touching the purity in their hearts. A gentle corner.

No matter how others appreciate it, the lilies all over the mountain remember the teachings of the first lily:

? We must bloom silently and wholeheartedly, and use flowers to prove our existence. . ? Short Prose by Famous Writers: Past Life and Present Life

A man came to ask me about past lives, saying that he often dreamed about his past life in his dreams. He asked me: ?Do past lives really exist?

Do past lives really exist? I can’t answer.

I told him: What I can be sure of is that the me yesterday is my past life today, and the me tomorrow is my next life today. It’s too late to participate in our past lives, let it go! What kind of afterlife we ??hope to have, let’s take control of today!?

Past lives or afterlives seem far away and profound, but I always believe that a As long as people have good comprehension, they can find some news about the past and the future.

It’s like, if we are willing to admit our bad habits and bad thoughts, we will find out what a skewed path we have taken in the past. If we are willing to measure and draw the map of the soul, we will also find that the power of the soul drives our future.

Therefore, as long as a person works hard, he can foresee the future, but no matter how hard he works, he cannot go back to the past.

So, what is really worth caring about is now.

I said to my friend who often had dreams about his past life: Instead of wasting time on dreams about his past life, it is better to live in front of reality. ?Really, few people in the world have a sincere understanding of this life, but try to understand the past life. Many people in the world are also unwilling to rely on the true self in front of them, but spend a lot of time on the afterlife. It is regrettable to think about it. Short Prose by Famous Writers: Night Talk with My Father

My father and I felt we understood and were close to each other when I was in my second year of high school.

Once, I went to live with my father in our forest farm. My father and I slept together and talked by candlelight at night. My father told me how he was full of ideals in his youth and went to the mountains alone to open up 470 acres of mountainous land.

He said: "Just under the bed we sleep in, there are many snakes in winter." It crawls in and hibernates in a coiled position. When it gets up in the middle of the night to urinate, it has to stand on its feet to avoid stepping on the snake. ?

My father told me: The most important thing for young people is hard work and courage. ?

That night, my father and I talked for a long time before falling asleep.

I was very touched when I woke up, because since I was a child, I have never talked to my father alone for more than an hour, let alone slept together.

In our parents’ generation, because they did not receive much education, and the traditional Chinese and Japanese education made them serious and not good at expressing emotions, there was often a generation gap between us and we could not understand each other. and closeness.

After thirty or forty years of hard work, parents of this generation are closer to their children, but they have less time because they are busier.

It has been more than 20 years since I was in high school. I often miss the scene of talking with my father by candlelight at night. Unfortunately, my father has passed away and I will never have that kind of happiness again.

We should always cherish the time we have with our parents and children, because good times are fleeting!

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