Text/Zhang Hao's father
Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road; Record the story of the world of mortals with words and freeze the scenery of the journey.
This sentence is my personal data stored in several literary platforms, and it is also a brief introduction of my articles published in some official accounts of Literature WeChat. A very simple sentence, no embellishment, no slogan, express your thoughts in the most concise way. I dare not say that this is an "ideal", just a writer's unchanging life goal and lifestyle for many years.
Reading code words, like eating and sleeping, has become a compulsory course for a person every day. The formation of this habit is by no means accidental It is bound to be inextricably linked with some experiences, people and things on the road to growth. In all these complicated things, I can always find the "Puyang Flower" without hesitation, follow the thread that extends all the way, and track its free walking trajectory.
I was less than ten years old when I met Puyang Flower. In the early 1980s, material resources were scarce. Who will buy books to read besides the necessities of life? It happens that I have an innate interest in old books at home, so I always rummage through them. As long as I write something, I will read it in my hand. Sometimes in the countryside, even the newspapers posted on the earth walls are not spared. I can't recognize a few words, but I read them with relish. I forgot how I found "Puyang Flower", but I remember what it looked like. Primary school students' exercise books are about the same size, with a white cover and three words with ink watermarks: Puyang Flower. There are short stories, allegro and poems, which are easy to understand, and most of them reflect the new changes in urban and rural appearance and spiritual fashion brought about by reform and opening up. After many years, I can't find specific details in my memory, but these impressions are very clear.
The second time I came into contact with Puyang Flower, I was almost thirty years old. At that time, I had begun to publish articles in some newspapers, but I was only immersed in my own creation, and I didn't make friends with literati and expand my circle of friends. One day, my father suddenly told me that Pu Huayang asked me for a manuscript. Only then did I know that the little publication I read as a child was still there. Just like a small flower on the Yuan Ye, although few people stop to smell its fragrance, it still blooms tenaciously and freely. The information my father gave me unintentionally guided a new way for my amateur creation and prompted me to write a manuscript for Puyang Flower seriously. At that time, I never imagined that such a choice would bring a series of changes to my later life. Imagine, if you accidentally walk on a secluded path, how can you predict what kind of scenery will appear before you walk? Unique? Spectacular? Still mysterious?
Entering Puyang Flower, from the reader to the author; Entering Yingcheng Writers Association, he is no longer a lonely writer, but finds his place in the garden of literature, attracting and reflecting each other with literary friends; Entering Yingcheng Federation of Literary and Art Circles, I changed my identity, became a member of the publishing group of Puyang Flower, and even occupied a small position in the leadership. So far, I think it is quite interesting. When I first submitted Pu Huayang, I found the editorial department a little timid. I remember wearing a pure cotton dress at that time, and the literary fan was small and fresh. Although I am not young, I still have the anxiety of middle school students. The editor who receives himself wears glasses to talk to his Kan Kan, and I am just cautious. Unexpectedly, a few years later, I joined the new unit with the transfer of the organization department and walked into the same building. The editorial department of Puyang Flower has moved away, and the editor with glasses is no longer responsible for editing the manuscript. Later, he became the "soy sauce brother" of Confucian businessmen and literary friends. When we get together to comment on poems and appreciate articles, everyone talks about Kan Kan. He prefers to be an introverted listener. Although he occasionally makes amazing remarks, most of them are only mild.
Today's "Puyang Flower" is no longer as cramped and simple as primary school students' exercise books. Large 16 format, publishing capacity of 80 pages, dignified cover design, open and inclusive publishing content. Today, I have entered the age of no doubt. In the hustle and bustle of life, I have lost my youth and childishness and disappeared into loneliness and frivolity. However, because I have been immersed in books for a long time, I have always maintained a pioneering spirit of not forgetting your words. Some past events are collected in memory, just like the nutrients that cultivate flowers and plants, buried deep in the soil, nourishing the roots and blooming beautiful flowers in spring, summer, autumn and winter. I am glad that Puyang Flower was published a hundred times. Those past events suddenly changed their style, broke through the ground, echoed in their ears, danced in front of their eyes and sang in their hearts. At this moment, I suddenly felt the magic of time very truly. Oh, it turns out that we have known each other for so long, and unconsciously walked on the same road for so long, and we have harvested such beautiful flowers of the four seasons on this road.
Looking back on my life with Puyang Flower, I can't help sighing about the ups and downs that Puyang Flower has come along, and also sighing about Otawa, a friend who stumbles on the literary road like me and is persistent in pursuing dreams. Chi Li once said: "Even if the flood is overwhelming, even if literature is submerged in the next moment, my love for literature will not change." This sentence, hitting the floor, expresses a famous female writer's love for literature. Once, I heard a respected elder say, "Writing is the happiest thing in life." When he said this, I saw a light on his face, which made me feel his joy and pride in literature.
If you just wait, beauty will not come quietly. Dream of freedom, walking flowers, about freedom-life is not only the present, but also poetry and distance; About walking-there is always a body and soul on the road. I want to say that writing is the freest thing in life. Reading thousands of books and taking the Wan Li Road, every writer is a free-walking flower, carefully woven into the wings of dreams with the words of poetry, flying freely and climbing mountains to the distance under the wind.