? -- The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it in a way that's easy for you. I'm not going to be able to do that.
This season, October, slightly cold, rare in the warmth of the sun, extremely serious reading, writing, thinking, memories. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'd like to say that I'm going to be able to do this, and I'd like to say that I'm going to be able to do this. From the beginning of her contact with prose writing in 2013, when I read "Literature is My Most Beautiful Encounter" in the eighth issue of Herb River Wind, I y fell in love with her sensual, dexterous, vivid, and flavorful prose, and was y influenced by the long and short sentences of her essays, which are used to this day. Image Train should be Ms. Bao Jie's third book, right? The whole book is realistic but not too poetic, simple and full of true love, true meaning, true goodness and true beauty. It makes people read, think, laugh, cry and love. Turning over the famous military writer Mr. Wang Zongren made the preface, read Mr. Bao's "Memory of LUYAN", I was in tears, my thoughts turned a thousand times, I remembered my ancient city and those who can not forget the face, the small and full of memories of the ancient city, those who are green but also the first born of the people.
The train rushed past, the streets are quiet and detailed, synthesized under the small poodle cute and lively. Li Hong, principal of the style is still; Cai Yan teacher drops ink pouring city; Xiong Fangxiao, Nie Qingjia, Wang Gang teacher passionate; Kang mother, the old tube serious and responsible; my youthful students gaze at the splash of a vein of starbursts.
? Years like a train, all the way forward, can not turn back, the scenery, back, walked, do not want to give up, want to return, but has not been able to buy tickets. The only thing left is to think back, to write, to carve, and to remember.
I want to write about Hongli, write her "flowers bloom not only in the spring" and little-known, behind the silent payment and efforts, from April to leave the herb to go to Shanghai in June back to have been wanting to write, want to remember, but for a long time did not dare to put pen to paper because of too much love, do not know how to start, afraid of haste to put pen to paper to the "ten miles of spring breeze" love! The first thing you need to do is to write a letter to the police, and then you can write a letter to the police.
? The "Herb River Wind" Hu Feng Literary Society group chat records, there is a paragraph of questions and answers. Liulizhan asked Xia Ziyan: "It's been a long time, how have you been?" Xia Ziyan said, "I miss it very much, it's peaceful as ever, just no sunny days." He also asked, "Surprisingly, I am well. Why is there no sunny day?" Xia Ziyan said, "Because I know that you are not doing well. So I can not see the sunny day."
I suddenly thought of Ding Ling, a woman who had a turbulent and romantic life, and who spent the last part of her life with Chen Ming.
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Once upon a time, the two of us were fiery, flamboyant, fervent, and arrogant, and we had to say one, two, three, four, and fight to the death.
And now, no.
We have been together for several years, so we know each other too well, whether it is words, or inside. Every time the words to the teeth of the words, always be "body without colorful phoenix wings, ? The heart has a spiritual connection." Understand, *** know and early collection in the heart, and those hidden in the bottom of the heart of the words, by time, the world, smoke and fire polishing, into a mine, a field, but also a piece of gold, a kind of harvest. Silence, but also exudes the luster of charm.
Snow Zen said, know it well.
Yes. Youth strangers, idle change but, there are some words and how to speak out, speak to understand how it can be? Hong Li is convinced that as long as you know, that silent also has the true meaning, want to come out will forget the words. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
Now people have a prejudice, society always think: to vocational high school students are poor, are not learning, children can not teach the garbage, waste; in vocational high school teaching teachers are mixed. For these unsuspecting, secular, prejudice, cast doubt, sarcasm, cold eyes, we tend to be cold, and do not retreat, and do not feel that the children here is their mouth "garbage", "scrap", so every time the words are also few. No longer say one more sentence, one more explanation. Just because it's not worth it. Who among them really know, pay attention to, study this school? The answer is: no. Surprisingly, they do not have, what qualifications, what right to this school, these young students hang a "third-rate school", "poor students" brand? Who among them knows that there are students here who have stepped into the Great Hall of the People to present awards, to the Lu Xun College of Literature, China Modern Literature Museum to listen to lectures, go to Peking University, Beisi Normal University, the capital of the Normal University for further study? As far as I know, from here out of the students also have a considerable part of the people in the administration, state-owned enterprises, the workplace, and even overseas to mix well, like a day in the sun! As far as I can see now, touching the outstanding students of the University of Eurasia, elite backbone, model standard-bearer, there are a large number of herbs Luozhou ancient city up to the students! Ask, in this realistic society, in all kinds of low disability they described, what else than these evidence I saw with my own eyes, more convincing?
The world is clear, people are practiced. There are too many things in this world, one word, one moment, one's own strength is difficult to change, can only do to leave the light to present, to prove, to elaborate. As long as we are not wrong, we will never bow down, and why should we be afraid, weak, timid, speak without a bottom? This has always been the nature of Hongli and me, but also the nature of every student in my Hu Feng Literary Society. Contemporary famous writer Ms. Wang Anyi said: a person who writes needs to be a bit arrogant. I think Hongli, and all the students of our Hu Feng Literary Society will do very well.
When the heart is not quiet, I love to read the old post under the willow on the bank of the lake in Huatian Yashu. Turning to the prose of Jane Chen, "Spring breeze is not as good as you" in a paragraph: the longer I know you, the more I feel that you are my life in the path of a clear and happy water. I read the heart full of joy, only to feel that "know you longer" these words, for me and Hongli, is so like an old friend, I gently pick up these words, read in the mouth of the bottom of the heart is like full of flowers, incomparable charming.
? (Bao Jie, director of the Chinese Prose Society, a member of the Hubei Provincial Association of Writers, secretary general of the Massachusetts Municipal Federation of Literature, Lu Xun College of Literature, the fifteenth student)
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In the three years of black-and-white film of the ancient city, I have taken such a few photos, respectively, are the three seasons outside the classroom of 108 with a group photo.
First photo. Snow is falling.
Herb was having one of his spring snowstorms, not too tight, not too big, not too small, everything was just right, and it was the first time I'd seen snow since I'd been here.
I sat near the window. From the window, you can see a large gray sky, deep, very low. I remember that day after class, very noisy, Tang Xiaoyu came to the classroom to find me handed me a copy of "Huanggang Meiwen Collection", said Mr. Liu sent us. That was the first time I received a book in this school, I was ecstatic, like a treasure, happy, excited. I can't wait to open the book, sitting alone in front of the window holding this book "beautiful text has its own great beauty in the" collection, examining the city's Writers' Association Liu Minhua, Literature Association Zheng Nengxin chairman of the majestic prose, thought, if he could write that day, how good!
Every time I lift my head to look at the snowflakes outside the window, I feel peaceful, beautiful and happy inside, and my mood is as crystal clear as ice. The English grade 8 teacher Zheng Guai said, Winter is very beautiful, isn't it?I replied to her in very standard Chinese English: yes. Very beautiful, but it is very cold. She looked at me and laughed. She looked at me and laughed. Later, I went to the seventh building in the snow. This house is very old, and it is a teacher's dormitory. Because there were few people, the ground was thick with snow, much of it untrodden. I followed a tall girl, she should be a kindergarten class students, born with clear eyebrows, white teeth and red lips, has been singing loudly, it is the "all living things", the song in the snowflakes spread half of the campus, I envied her, but also hummed along with the sound of her voice, the voice is very low, but very happy!
Second photo. Spring blossoms.
? Love spring. Love walking on cobblestone paths, embracing the sun and kissing Spring ......
? March of the Jingchu earth finally warmed up, the wind is a little softer, people began to spirit, herbs also poked his head out. The rows of bare, dead trees began to sprout green. I can finally take off that lonely white down coat, wearing a long prepared Korean windbreaker with small white shoes. Waiting is torturous and painful. Mr. Bing Xin has a beautiful prose called One Day's Spring Light, which is written about Mr. Longing to see the spring after he recovered from a serious illness, but not seeing the spring's anguish. It is. The delay is in stark contrast to the enthusiastic and spirited expectation, in this season, I did not bring a replacement of thick clothes, always thinking that the day is going to be hot, hot, my white down jacket was finally worn as a gray down jacket.
? The row of small trees was planted next to the path to the right of the school building, its leaves spreading out, I recognized them as zinnias.
The third photo. The passion of summer, the weight of history.
? The Polytechnic campus is at its prettiest when it is summer. Light yellow, deep red, big purple, sky blue ...... That is the old grandfather in the yard of the boiler room planted flowers, fighting for color, swaying with the wind, eye-catching.
In addition to the old grandfather's small yard, our classroom outside the summer, is also very dazzling, bright red, green grass, tall and powerful sycamore trees.
? Of course, summer also made the row of zinnias thick green and lush, but I could still see farther and wider through the leaves. That is the zinnia behind the two dilapidated, very low, very old small tiled house, we often laugh, so rotten, not yet demolished, others see how much of a scene. Until a physical education class, I sat in front of the cafeteria square marble benches, sweeping the grandmother told me that: this is the herb teacher left behind the old antique ah! I heard, and then respect, some things we can not look at the surface, it is easy to jump to conclusions, like the North University, North Normal University, and even the Forbidden City, they are not broken? Old? The answer is certainly, both old and dilapidated, but because they have a history, there are stories to appear to have value, have the connotation of more spiritual and cultural background and charm. Isn't it?
? The last photo is a group photo. The last photo is a group photo. It is also the most precious one, only a moment in the time tunnel.
Youth and campus, literature and youth.
From right to left, they are Wu Canyuan Yuan, Xia Ziyan, Gong Hongli, and Tian Lili. Four youthful, sometimes bold, sometimes graceful boys and girls.
The four of us come from different places, have different personalities, but because of literature and together side by side through thick and thin, sadness and joy, happiness and sadness, and perennial cooperation has won many awards.
Canyon from the ten miles of lotus lions come, you hear the word "lion" two words can feel the fear, indeed, the first time I met her, I found that the lion's girl can not be messed with, she is domineering, bold, strong.
That year, I was still in the Registrar's Office above the top, 305 classroom classes, she and I in the same class, a sunny morning, I moved the stool in the large balcony greedy embrace the warmth. She sat next to me and talked to me, and to this day I only remember one sentence clearly: you write great essays. I opened my eyes and looked at her. I saw the golden light, her bangs, eyes, lips, gray-colored trench coat, all full of goodwill aura, will cover me, will I be lost, then I was young and wild, and do not know low profile, modesty. I just want someone to praise, the heart is happy to bloom.
Many years later, things are not the same, the stars are changing, and I still insist on writing. I know that in addition to some teachers, everyone's encouragement, I should be most grateful to her.
Hong Li writes poetry. Very excellent. Zhou Xianghui teacher once described Hongli many times, he said, Gong Hongli ah, behavior and demeanor somewhat like Liu Caiyan. She smiled without saying anything. We eyes Baba. Because everyone knows that this is the highest evaluation, of course, is also the peak of the unreachable.
Once followed the teacher to visit the Chairman of the Association of writers Gan Caizhi, talk about bearing in mind the Chairman's words: a good writer needs to be gifted, talent, perseverance, diligence and modesty. The chairman of these words in Hongli seems to have all the words. Talent, talent, she can write, others can never keep up with the words, stunning, childlike, transparent; persistence, diligence and modesty, the first two are anyone in her easily see see, you turn over her notes, excerpts, writing book, you will find that she is more than the Hu Feng Literary Society, any student to do carefully, do more, including the president and some of the older sister. In all modesty, let me give you an example. There were two boys in grade 13 who also wrote poetry (I'll call it poetry for now), and they once said, in front of everyone in the office, "If I can write a poem, can she write it?" This statement is not unlike Du Da Poet's "words are not shocking, death", everyone is debating for it, but Hongli is silent, what is this? Is afraid? Is afraid to speak? No. This is a good writer, the most should have the quality, false heart, bottom - take the work to speak.
On the high yield and quality of the work, and Hongli PK when we are both talented and beautiful Lili.
? First of all, let's start with its prose. The first thing I'd like to do is to start with the prose, which is beautiful, elegant, and poetic.
Emotional prose is Lili's strong point. The love in the mountains", "feeling when the flowers splash tears", "the moon is the hometown bright" and other pieces of beautiful breathtaking, moving people into Lin Daiyu. I am sometimes greatly envious of this kind of brocade heart and soul of the article.
Lin Yutang pointed out in "Small Ink": "The beauty of the composition, all in the context of melting through, beyond its voice, is to get the true flavor." Wang Guowei also once commented: "Literary matters, its internal enough to express themselves, and external enough to touch people, the intention and the situation of two only." The mood is not only the pursuit of poetry, but also other literary works, if you can give readers aesthetic pleasure, will also be recognized and praised by the people.
? Lili prose, the poet Alan has repeatedly been highly praised, "such a text, it is not a poem, can not sing, but rich in the rhythm of the song and the rhyme of the poem, sketching out the poem, the song like the picture, the mood and the sense of the original color in the true feelings, deep white fall plum, snow Xiaochan and other masters of the essence."
The time is long, raised eyebrows and light smile. At that time, I did not think, that too much carving prose, pretentiousness, loss of truth, deviation from the height of the prose itself. From time to time, I look back and have to say that Lili's writing does have its merits, and it's very well written.
Writers, editors, Jiangxi Normal University students Liu Han said in the literary hall: love house, not surprisingly.
Some unknown friends, comments have been.
Most of the time, I was online and watching them discern. I don't like to talk, I don't participate in it. Or lazy to reply to some flattery, heart and mouth message. But Liu Han commented that it is not what she thinks, because she knows that I am full of gratitude to Lili.
Lili prose, not to say that everyone style, classic masterpiece, but once and now I really, with the heart worship. There is a word in the book called "the text as a person", I am convinced, Lili text is like the valley orchid, incense far also clear, living color. What about people? More so, " clear wind Man Xu willow clear shadow, light elegant Fanghui lotus Iren. Frowning smile plum want to release, Ziyan Su Ling lavender red face." I think this poem is the best answer, right? Regardless of talent, regardless of the teacher from the same school, regardless of the "and you first met, as if the old man returned" of the heart, I am forever in her memory, grateful. If, before meeting the teacher Liu Caiyan, my youth is a blank sheet of paper, then Lili is a paintbrush, so that the white paper appeared on the color, rouge, stone green, lonely, rich, connotations, joy.
"Youth walk through, thrilling."
If there is no her, Xia Ziyan could not have accidentally walked into Liu Caiyan, and there would be no back story.
? I have always remembered, that a flaming cloud covered the sky dusk, I leaned on the balcony outside the classroom, dazed.
Lili came back from the complex, with a slight bead of sweat on the bridge of her nose, panting and saying, "Take you to a place on Sunday afternoon!" At that time, I was very shy, resulting in now can not recall, how I replied to her.
The only thing I can remember is that I didn't want to go with her on the afternoon of the fourth day, but I was forced to bring a very smiling senior sister to the first floor of the Science Education Building staircase classroom. Later, I know that the place called "Hu Feng Literary Society", bring me to the sister is about to withdraw from the society's president of the literary society, the name is very nice, said: Wang Jiajia. Later, the president who brought me in, and even her next president graduated, but I'm still here. Day after day, month after month, year after year, I was surprised to find that in this historic city, this small campus there is such a piece of sacred ground, where lives a group of literature as life of the young people, although they are in the humble, still stubborn, although not understood by outsiders, but do not lose the original heart, do not look forward to passing in the vortex of the society, they are not wrapped up in the torrent and go, not be cold, absurd words! In the midst of the social whirlpool, they were not carried away by the torrent, not by the cold reception and the absurdity of words, but stood up proudly. I am pleased, satisfied, proud, I am proud that I am a Hu Feng Literary Society students.
? (Liu Caiyan, guest of honor at the annual meeting of Chinese prose, member of the Hubei Provincial Writers' Association, participant of the second advanced course for young writers at the Hubei Provincial Academy of Literature, and contracted writer of Selected Prose)
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There is also a video of the city of Luozhou in the clouds, and in the clip there is my campus. The one floor, the garden, the grove, is the campus near Herb River North.
The campus is not big, very small, but small and lovely. How many times, from the manic market back, all the way to the cold, miserable, the only step into this small campus, my heart will immediately become peaceful, in order to feel a trace of comfort, like a mother's warm embrace. Once I set foot in Beijing, Shanghai, Zhejiang, Jiangsu, Xiamen, Yunnan, Sichuan countless nights, let me think of, nostalgic, is her, is that the traffic is not convenient, dusty, small campus in the center of the ancient city. Sometimes feel really magical, she is like a deep in the hustle and bustle of a water pearl, quiet and moist, it is difficult to give up.
This campus is rich in content, there is a stage, written above, "Youth Stage", there is a shrine, it is the Hu Feng Memorial Room, there are some groves, all year round, flowers bloom and fall, from green to yellow, from dense to sparse, is the focus of the political and educational "Observation Zone! "These words are a powerful metaphor. I used to walk around in them. In all around is still very barren time, the first bloom is magnolia, foxy amazing, withering, I do not quite bear to see it. After that, the camphor red new buds, osmanthus green new branches. 4 building side, is a tall and strong tung tree. The tung blossoms are open, and that dark old color is often unnoticeable, but I like it. In the evening, I carefully walk back and forth underneath them, tung blossom dark fragrance floating. When the blossoms have fallen, the leaves are large and shapely, hanging low, and I love the way they brush through my hair. The sunshine of the pole next to a dense rose, the wind together, they are granny hollister france a piece.
? One day at dusk, I was sitting on a stone bench outside Ms. Zhang Jiao Ni's class under the No. 3 school building, when it suddenly started to rain heavily, with thunder and lightning, and the rain beads were noisy and far away, which was very nice to hear. That piece of the moon, roses, but also separated from the clamor of the city.
Yu Su Xiao schoolmate almost graduated one day, I saw that tree-planting grandfather, busy in the garden in front of the cafeteria, he said that the three small trees do not grow well, he dug wide pits, but also poured full of water. A big blister on the palm of his hand was worn out. Later I went out and in and out always looking at those trees that had been loved by the oldest man. I often thought of his childlike laughter. When the day was hot, he saw me and said: Aiyo, can not stand ah. He was speaking in Mandarin. I laughed and replied: you can take a break, look, the trees are nodding to you (wind blowing).
If the campus does not have these small gardens, small woods, will be very boring, right? I stumbled here, smelling the fragrance of the plants, listening to the magpies and all kinds of birds, and then went back to my classroom, sat on the podium and opened the books, and suddenly remembered Mr. Lu Xun's words: from the Garden of Hundred Grasses to the House of Three Flavors.
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? I once read the Book of Psalms and skipped a lot of sentences (difficult to understand). The only time I stayed was when I got to "picking confederates on the mountain".
"I went up to the mountain to pick confetti, and went down to the mountain to meet my husband.
I kneeled down and asked my husband what happened to the new man."
The first time I read this, I felt inexplicably uncomfortable in my heart.
I read a poem in "National Literature", in which there is a line "Why is it so important to have a broader understanding of the situation? After reading it, I first felt that my heart was complete, but gradually I felt that it was unknown.
The bracelet around the wrist, about jade (own understanding), and jade is fragile. When the bracelet crumbled into powder, thought to myself, go to the mountains and scatter it.
The jade scattered, with a basket picked confetti, and then met the former husband of the former life and death.
To be honest, these two poems are separated by thousands of years, but I can't help but connect them, it's really "self-taught".
? There are so many lines in the Psalms that are a joy to read.
"As I see the gentleman, the clouds are not happy."
"In life and in death, with the son."
"The green dickey, leisurely my heart."
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? But so much joy, a sentence of "the mountain picks confetti, downhill meets the old man" but enough to destroy all of them. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I'm so happy to see you.
"Long kneeling to ask the old man, the new man is like."
? How much did you have to restrain your grief to make that kneeling possible?
? I think my love for Herb, for the ancient city, can also be explained by this line of poetry in the Classic of Poetry?
Postscript:
? There are many memories, such as I came to Beijing West Railway Station from Herb, the smiling face in the dusk, such as as as a freshman living in the 4 building often lying in bed at night to see the crescent moon or the full moon, such as from the quiet school walks the silhouettes of the Central American ...... but suddenly a little bit do not want to write. Because of the impermissibility of time, there are a lot of things, so I will say here.
Originally, I should be "Jiangnan" about, hurriedly finished the article. After that, did not reminisce more about the old city, just do not know why, the day does not think but often dream at night, often wake up always in tears, many times want to get up to bear in mind, but can not put down the pen, for fear of heartache, for fear of a piece of white paper, a black pen can not write the scenery you want to be even more melancholy. I remember in 2015 with the famous editor after the chairman wrote a long prose "ten years", remembering the sadness, and after a few months of sadness can not be extricated. This is also I sometimes feel that writing prose can not be called to bear things, so simply do not write.
? Some memories, some people, even if the years have changed the appearance, even if the sea has changed into a mulberry field, with the unchanging is still that sunny afternoon, do not forget the evening and the life of the time of the ancient city of Luozhou y attached.