It was also at the annual meeting that I came across Mr. Yingyin's new book, "The Hometown of Junior Chuanchuan," which is part of the "Stars and Spring Water Ice Heart Prize" series. When I took it home, my fourth-grade student, urging me: "Mom, mom, you read quickly. Read it to me when you're done!" He had read Mrs. Baby Voice's Everyday Trouble several times before, over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. A wonderful reading experience had risen up inside his little heart. This makes me see that there is a wonderful echo between writers and readers. It is the writers' works that light up the readers' hearts, and the readers' obsession inspires the writers' creation. The young readers are so innocent, they need the softness and lightness of the big writers' writing, and the warmth and freshness of the writers. Children's literature is more like breast milk and mother's love, or have the same extraordinary significance, is the child weaned after the spiritual food, bubbling and sweet.
That is, when you turn over the "boy Chuanchuan's hometown", such a breath is coming. "It's snowing. The campus is filled with white butterflies, butterflies are very naughty, once they fly down, they don't know where to hide and disappear, and the ones behind them have to come down to look for them." "The original green grass here are withered and yellow, hanging frost red leaves in the cold wind swaying, from time to time fly down one or two pieces to the lake. The moonlight poured over the top of the lake, filling it with glittering broken silver, and the lake looked clear and cold." ("Mr. Luo's Moon") "In the water, she saw a few small fish, swimming into a peach-colored cloud. Beside the cloud, there was a figure with pigtails, which the flowing water elongated." "The moon was up, round and large, full of silver light, and a clump of bamboo shadows swayed gently with the mountain breeze. It was not yet fall, and the golden bells were already chirping as nicely as bells. The weaver urged its companions one by one, weaving - weaving - the streaming fireflies in the grass and the bamboo groves, fluttering like little blue pixies, flickering and falling." ("The Onion Lamp") "The water of the Jade Pool was blue and clear, flowing down through a tiny gap and striking the stone pier with a tinkling sound. Surrounded by dense woods, a kind of fog-like vapor filled the forest, looking much like a hazy poem." Smart Papa "It was time to cross the stream, turquoise and silky smooth, with thick stone cairns standing in the water, and we jumped across like frogs." "The evening sunlight colored the stream with splendor, and the stream washed the evening sunlight with glory." ("I Don't Understand ......") "The dewdrops on the leaves, rolling and rolling, 'snapped' and dripped into our hair, and we topped our heads with little pearls." ("I'm a Girl") I've been lightly circling lines like this poetic tinkle and childlike playfulness with a pencil as if they were treasures. When it's our youngest's turn to read, it comes to brighten his eyes and moisten his heart. Such language and the child's bright eyes, long eyelashes, soft skin, how well matched!
In Ms. Baby Voice's novels, it's more than just this little poetic, she's even quite Romantic, with philosophical reflections and psychological profundity. In Mr. Luo's Moon, the beautiful and innocent Kim Jung-ja is clearly in love with the handsome and enlightened Mr. Luo. Well, I've fallen in love with such a Mr. Luo before. Why not? Mr. Luo is like the moon, blooming the youngsters' first dreams and soothing the inexplicable desolation in their hearts. In Onion Lights, a country boy named Chen Milk knows how to put fireflies into thick and long onion tubes to make onion lights, which shine brightly, reflecting the countryside night after night. In "I am a girl", adolescent girls look at themselves in the mirror, pass notes for boys and girls who have a crush on each other, and flutter their eyes to tears, unable to sleep. All of this and more, I've been there. It was only yesterday. Ms. Ying Yin is the spokesperson for young boys and girls, so real and understanding. Especially in "Color Changing Lipstick", the main character, who is so free to be uninhibited and so beautiful that she can't be described as "big eyes as clear as water, just like the movie actress Song Jia", who wears color-changing lipstick, smokes cigarettes, and wears a black silk cheongsam, is going to discuss existentialism and Sartre with people. Words like "inquiry," "insight," "subjectivity," and "I like to be free" hide in the novel, adding a romantic flavor to the Words like "inquiry," "insight," "subjectivity," and "I like freedom" are hidden in the novel, giving it an air of romanticism or a certain aristocratic flavor. This, of course, is inseparable from the fact that Ms. Yingyin was born into a literary family, a family of books. In I am a girl, the intelligent mother who accompanies her daughter and patiently listens to and gently analyzes her daughter's delicate and turbulent psychological process during adolescence must have the shadow of Ms. Yingyin's mother, who is also a children's literature writer.
The children in Ms. Yingyin's writing are not good children; they are naughty and mischievous, and often get into trouble. They are naughty and mischievous, and often get into trouble. They come up with ideas and solutions, and use their wisdom to defeat the all-knowing, all-powerful, all-absorbing, all-knowing "Smart Dad". (Smart Dad) And the "incorrigible molecule", "restless child" and "crazy girl" messed up their sister's appointment, how embarrassing for her. But what she was thinking was: she had two boyfriends because she didn't want to hang herself from one tree. Did she want to try to hang herself from two trees? （Not to mention the troublemaker, Chen Milk, who wants to show the newcomer, Mr. Xiao Ju, a bit of color. ("Onion Lights") But they are so lively and lovely. Faced with Mr. Luo's departure, they cried. ("Teacher Luo's Moon") But the mischievous Chen Milk made onion lanterns. Every day he made an onion lamp and hung it in front of Mr. Xiao Ju's window. ("Onion Lanterns") This is a group of children who are so alive that they make your heart soften. How real they are, each one is unique, this one. I'm sure that the little student in my house who reads these moments and likes to interpret milky as "grandma's mad" and odd as "everyone else is down" is going to laugh out loud and get ****ed up again.
At the same time in the light and pleasant, let me see gradually heavy up is the works contained in the warmth of the touch and humanistic care. Onion Light" reminds me of Bing Xin's "Little Orange Lantern", the same light, the same warmth. Xiao Ju, a teacher-training graduate who "uses education to help alleviate poverty in mountain villages," wears her 22-year-old pigtails with a divine glow of idealism. She has a "laughing" disease, and whenever she encounters something funny, she can't stop laughing. Her optimism and strength make her happy with the children's mischief and the difficulties of teaching in the mountain villages. She is like a tube of onion lamp illuminating the future of the village children.
And "The Hometown of Junior Chuanchuan" even casts a warm gaze on the children of urban wage earners. They are far away from their hometowns and are the marginalized people in the city. They were born without a hometown, but they miss it all the time. But they are not inferior or timid, at least the teenager Chuanchuan is sunny and proud. He joins the school soccer team with his own efforts, and he gets along with his classmates without being overbearing. Precocious and understanding, he has an innate nostalgia. He has never seen his hometown, but he y understands that "how can a person not have a hometown? No hometown is no root, no soul ah". He heard about his hometown from his third uncle's mouth, saw his hometown from the video chat with Xiaoya, understood that Xiaoya was his "leap earth" from Lu Xun's "Hometown" in class, and experienced the sense of wanderlust and vicissitudes of life in Wang Feng's "Beijing, Beijing". The hardship and difficulties of migrant workers in the city, and the strength, loveliness and helpfulness of the children of migrant workers, all cause us to ponder y. Liang Qingchuan, a young man, is always looking at his hometown in his small spiritual world, looking at the road back to his hometown. And do we think we should make some space to put their hometown, that is also our human **** the same hometown.
A flickering onion lamp inside the reflection is actually a weak light, but that contains what is an open hometown. This also reminds me of the theme of this annual children's literature conference - "Zhejiang children's literature under the new normal". What does the new normal mean? The new normal of "new" means different from the past; the new normal of "normal" means the same as always. Normal is eternal, and our challenge is to turn over a new chapter from the old classics. From this point of view, Ms. Ying Yin's work is new and stylish.
Just as nostalgia is an old theme, there is a different kind of nostalgia for a different time. Just like at this time I, holding the book to see the intermittent, in this we *** with the same beautiful balcony of his hometown, I squinted at the dozens of meters away from the Qiantang River. I couldn't help but think of my hometown, which was not geographically distant but psychologically unfamiliar to me when I was a teenager. A picture jumped out and flashed for some time. I heard myself say: how good ah, the original I was also a teenager, the original I also have a hometown.