Chen Danqing's Prose _ Appreciation of Chen Danqing's Prose Works: My Impression of Taiwan Province
Looking at the other side of the Taiwan Strait from a distance from the print media and television, it was a mess and turned upside down. I have visited Baodao three times, but it has been 12 years since I last went back to Taipei. Last week, due to the Taiwan Province literary journal "Seal" held the annual? Literary camp? Class seats, went for a few days, visited old friends in Taipei, took a tour of the Forbidden City and visited Eslite Bookstore? There is no A-bian and Marco, no blue-green camp and no corruption case. What I see is just the daily life in Taiwan Province and the daily life in Taiwan Province.
What I see every day is trivial and ordinary. My activities are nothing more than airports, customs, hotels, markets, taking taxis, watching people on the road, and talking with friends at night in bars.
The National Palace Museum in Taipei has been greatly renovated. Is it the tallest building? One o one? Is the northern end of Eslite now? Flagship store? The coffee shop and all kinds of fashion shops on the floor are close to the level of Tokyo. The Eslite Bookstore on Dunhua South Road was about to be closed for renovation more than ten years ago. The bronze statue of Wu Zhihui in the nearby street garden was demolished when A Bian was in charge?
during my short stay, I have no intention to check the changes in the past ten years, and I have neither a concept nor a problem with the political rights and wrongs on the island. The dense impression I have collected is only about meeting strangers and acquaintances in the past. What impression? Very simple, in mainland terms, that is? Five stresses and four beauties? Quote the old saying of our ancestors, right? Gentle and courteous? .
I have learned from Taiwan Province's kindness for a long time, but I didn't think it was precious when I settled in new york at that time. Now I have lived in Beijing for nearly eight years, and suddenly I am in Taipei, but I can see it everywhere, but it is difficult to describe it.
like what? Literary camp? There were no mistakes and delays in the reception of the organizers, and there were no complications. The mainland could not be so thorough and accurate; For example, the hotel service is so dedicated that you are surprised. Every waiter will remind you of visitors' messages again and again. Any additional requests can be discussed, and the little things that are explained will be done on time. I went to the chain store next door to buy a marinated egg and pulled out a handful of coins. The shopkeeper saw that the change in my trouser pocket was too heavy, so he didn't say anything. He quickly counted it and gave you an integer bill.
Taiwan dollars is not enough to buy picture books in the Forbidden City. Can RMB be used? Taipei has not yet used RMB as Hong Kong. The shop assistant hesitated a little, went in and asked, and happily replied that it was ok. It seemed that her trouble was solved and she was more relieved than me.
Politeness, smiles, apologies, and thank you all go without saying anything. I did all kinds of trivial things, and never failed, embarrassed or rejected.
I am instinctively prepared to encounter rude attitude, indifferent face, rigid and absurd mechanism, vicious business, and unprofessional, careless, unclear powers and responsibilities, or absent-minded in sporadic details? That's my daily experience in Beijing anytime and anywhere.
Walking in this crowd, I found that I was the only one who crossed the crosswalk before the green light flashed, either carelessly or impatient, because I was used to a rough life like a person who had been on this shore for a long time, and I was too troublesome for all kinds of manners and self-restraint.
The new friends and old friends who meet for several days are another kind of gentleness and upbringing: I really want to meet you, but I must ask you about your arrangement, so as not to be forced or embarrassed; I forgot what I promised casually at the dinner, but I didn't care, but the next day I quietly completed it, like a magic trick; It is inevitable to talk about personnel works during the conversation. There is no exaggeration, no exaggeration, and there is always room for three points.
It is said to be sophisticated, but it is natural and gentle, not forced at all, and obviously it has never been so. Usually, Taiwan Province is especially polite and enthusiastic to the guests on this shore, but my careful observation is not how others treat me, but how others treat each other.
at this point, the human feelings I witnessed everywhere at any time are really not fake? The collective gentleness, courtesy, and humility can't be faked, nor can it be faked. Therefore, I find it difficult to prove and describe the above situations, not the elites of society, but the people I meet everywhere in the market.
Compared with the Japanese, the Taiwan Province people's respect is warm and relaxed, so I don't have to look at it for you. Compared with Hong Kong people who are conscientious in everything, Taiwan Province people's thoughtfulness is full of homely joy, and they don't keep a straight face.
When you think about it, it seems that in Wu, Shu, Fujian and Guangdong, people still have a little similar legacy, and occasionally encounter it. Will you remember that the folk customs in South China were generally good? The good people in the north are another manifestation, but do I need to elaborate on the folk customs and virtues of major cities today?
so-called? Gentle and courteous? What is the modern saying? Public morality? It is also close to what the mainland often says today? Bottom line? . If gentleness, courtesy and frugality are cultivated into collective habits, daily life will not be ruined.
Taiwan Province's problems have been talked about too much, not to mention the political situation, but only social crimes. I have been reading about them in Chinese newspapers in new york since the 198s, and the most shocking thing is the kidnapping of the actress Bai Bingbing's daughter in the 199s. However, the experience of knowing a place by the media and experiencing it personally is very different and cannot be confused.
My short travel impression must be superficial, but this is what I value. If the superficial and superficial aspects of society are not good-looking, how can we get along with people and spend every day?
I don't care whether martial law and martial law were lifted in Taiwan Province, or whether democracy is true or false. According to my experience and memory, the day when democracy is realized is not a peaceful world, just like when the revolution is successful, the world is particularly unpredictable.
I care about the virtue of the crowd and whether the daily life of society is generally above or below the bottom line.
In short, in Taiwan Province, in these few short days, what I have touched is not the legacy of A-bian or Marco's hope, but the above trivial details.
Chen Danqing's Prose _ Appreciation of Chen Danqing's Prose Works: In Vienna
St. Steve's Cathedral is the most lively passage in the old city of Vienna. Mozart's former residence is in an alley in an arch behind the church, Domgasse No.5, and it is already at the door of the former residence. In 1784, Mozart and his family moved to the second floor of the apartment for two and a half years, wrote eight piano concertos, and also wrote the great "Figaro Wedding". I'm afraid it has been a hundred years since it was turned into a memorial hall. Over the past hundred years, the aesthetics of interior design has been transformed several times, and the present installation has obviously been completely moved by the post-modern model in the mature period of the 199s. Mozart's enlarged silhouette stands in front of the window, and each room has at least one light box window containing images and objects, where his left-behind piano, manuscripts, music scores, letters, programs and gadgets are parked? The first time I saw Mozart's death mask (I don't want to believe that he died as dramatically as in the movie), I copied it into a bronze version and embedded it in a small box. Unlike his portrait, I looked expensive and smiled slightly, as if I were meditating on an interesting idea. ? Why do I write so well? He was asked:? How do I know? Just like I don't know why my nose is so big. ? Now look at Mozart's nose quietly. If there is no glass, you can reach out and touch it. It's not that big, it's beautiful, slender, full and bulging, but the frontal bones and nasal bones of the deceased are all bulging. The most beautiful thing is a long and narrow light box flashing fragments of his famous opera in turn. There are small puppets and stage images, which are indescribable, as noble and happy as his music? This is not like Mozart's home, but an exhibition, and he has become the material for today's designers to manipulate in every way. But overlooking the old streets and lanes downstairs at the window, Mozart suddenly occurred to me: he must always stand on the windowsill and look down, watching the stone-paved carriage pass by below. When I left, I made a special stop at the corner of the stairs. It is said that Haydn came here to visit him. In 1784, Mozart was 28 years old and Haydn was 52 years old. Will the young man meet Haydn here? I saw this old man in the stairwell: the wig at the back of his head was hunched with a bow, and the neck stalk was lined with layers of rolled-up high collars, hugging each other, kissing, laughing and speaking German that I didn't understand. I swear to you on my own honor that your son is the greatest composer I have ever heard. ? When Haydn told Mozart's father this, was it in the room where I wandered today?
it's raining. Half an hour later, I stopped in front of Beethoven's house at the northern end of the old city. In 1792, the year after Mozart's death, Beethoven settled in Vienna for 35 years and moved again. There is another memorial hall of his former residence in the northwest corner of Vienna, which is his permanent residence in summer. I visited No.8 in Molker Bastei, where he stayed the longest. He moved in in 1797 and left in 185, eight years before and after. It takes about half an hour to walk quickly from St. Steve's Cathedral. He is not at home.
So the unforgettable moment of this trip happened: I actually returned to Shanghai in the rain at the door, and for a few minutes when I walked down the dark corridor, I was like a ghost, and I actually remembered Crime and Punishment: when Raskolinekov chopped the old woman and maid to death and crept away from the scene? No, I don't think of him, but I seem to be him when I quietly go downstairs? Suddenly he heard someone coming upstairs from below, and he ducked into an empty room on the second floor. When the visitor walked up floor by floor, he ran down the stairs and slipped out. No one saw him at the gate.
this delusion is only for a few seconds, and no one has seen me at the moment. How can you think of such a strange idea? I was secretly surprised. Do you miss Dostoevsky's novels? It is still Shanghai as a teenager, and reading as a teenager has nurtured my European imagination, including listening to Beethoven for the first time. When I first heard it, I didn't expect to visit Beethoven one day. When I arrived at his home, I didn't expect to read Crime and Punishment as a teenager.
What are Beethoven's neighbors doing hiding in the house after passing through several cloisters adjacent to Apartment 8, cheerful rain, and the windows of every house covered with autumn creepers? I wiped my head with rain in the cafe across the street and ordered a bowl of soup. No one knew that I had just hid in Beethoven's corridor and had a whim. The rain stopped. Around the front door of the old apartment, I went up to the fourth floor one by one, and my previous flash of thought became far away and incredible. A middle-aged man silently collected tickets, so I heard my shoes stepping on Beethoven's floor? Such as Mozart's house, this floor is all used by Beethoven. Are they really as poor as the legend says? A long and narrow 18th-century old piano with a bronze statue of him gritting his teeth between two windows: This is my favorite statue of Beethoven. In its prime, it looks like him. There are not so many installations in Mozart's house, and the living room is empty, as if the owner has just moved in or will move away. There is a small piece of mural on the white wall beside the door, so Beethoven was surrounded by mural walls when he lived here? According to the memories of his contemporaries, his late bedroom was very messy. chamber pot, manuscripts and broken pianos were all dirty? There is a small pedestal stereo in the adjacent room, and a row of keys indicate more than ten selected Beethoven. I sat down, put on my headphones, and in a flash, he came back to life. Oh, my God, it was at his house. Now it's the overture "Egmont", full of enthusiasm, and the chords are played four times, four times again? In 1977, Beethoven was allowed to play in China. Is it on my train back to the countryside of northern Jiangsu, in the wilderness of East China, the spring is chilly, and suddenly "Egmont" is broadcast in the carriage, with youth, pride and bass chords playing all around, and then all around, accompanied by the rumbling of wheels? If I knew the staff, how nice it would be to copy those words and print them here. After the disaster, Beethoven didn't know how a young man in China listened to him or remembered him. The sound effect close to the ears is like a delicate roar in the head, and it is quiet around. I listened to Beethoven at Beethoven's house, his floor and his wall. Behind the glass cupboard is a death mask with the owner gritting his teeth? How different is Mozart's mask, a great man, whose life ends and his character remains the same? Will Beethoven think that one day strangers from all over the world will sit in his house and listen to music with such instruments? I turned to look at him and really wanted to say, hi, Mr. Ludwig! Listen, listen! Yes, if there were headphones in his time, might he be able to hear?
it's four o'clock in the afternoon. I keep walking. At the northern end of the old city, the streets are becoming ordinary and desolate? I really want to describe this road, but it's hard to describe it. At one time, I thought I couldn't find Schubert's home? Near the closing time, I walked into this 18th century civilian courtyard, with a small well and an iron lever. It is said that the original residents were evacuated and turned into Schubert's former residence, with birch trees in the backyard. His home is in the first room on the second floor. There is a stove by the door, and the top of the stove is a blackened wall. The instructions tell me that my parents, brother and Schubert live in this room, which is as kind as my childhood home. How is it possible to have four people? He is the twelfth of his parents' fourteen children. In 1797, Beethoven moved into the big apartment I visited twice today. In the same year, Schubert was born here.
Benjamin said: A person who died at the age of 35 will always be remembered as 35. This statement is meaningful. Schubert died at the age of 31, wearing his glasses, fat and curly hair. On his deathbed, in early November 1828, he tried to teach Simon? Secht, a famous Vienna contrapundit. Schubert, who has created all his works, still wants to consult a counterpoint? ! On November 19th, he passed away. Every time I listen to his ninth symphony, I think: He is dying, and he knows it, and he still writes, and his later works are so fierce, and he has never heard his own symphony delivered. What is the effect? This morning and afternoon, I didn't think of their music at Mozart Beethoven's home (except for the moment when I put on my headphones). Why is music memory interrupted in the musician's former residence? Their room is too quiet. But in Schubert's house, I didn't mean to pass his phrases several times: Shona Da, Impromptu, the naughty first sentence of the Fifth Symphony, the clear ups and downs of Trout, the trembling male voice of Devil, and the fourth movement of Changhong's ninth symphony. So far, I haven't found a good version of his last long quartet, and the amazing monologue of the second movement is endless? Extraordinary sensitive person, heart of gold. Out of noble shyness, he was afraid to go forward and talk to Beethoven. History may have underestimated Schubert. Romantic is a specious word. Like fatherhood and motherhood: the mysterious genes of Haydn, Mozart and Beethoven lived for one more time in his short life, and the structure and logic of classical music were finally condensed by him, and then collapsed and fragmented.
His glasses were tilted in the showcase, and he got together with his young friends to play the oil painting, halfway through the painting. His home is now connected with other rooms, and the exhibition room is extended. There is a single room with only the paintings painted by his friends. Mozart's home is full of visitors, while Beethoven and Schubert's home is empty. I like the silence here. In the humble room of the common people, Schubert became Schubert, and the human nature is immeasurable. Those who remember him will remember him. A man came in at the same time as me and left first. The street outside the window, the courtyard, the twilight, and the lights are on, which is the time when ordinary people will get together for dinner. That stove. At the corner of the stairs, there is a wing, as small as a reception room in any small unit in China, which sells Schubert's commemorative books and a few copies. How does Schubert, who is strong and unyielding in the eighth and ninth symphonies, correspond to this courtyard covered with manhole covers and the moment when the memorial hall is about to close its doors? Back to the hostel near St. Steve's Cathedral, tourists are bustling. One of the world