I believe that when readers get this book, they will be a little confused when they see the title. "Paper money" is understandable. What is an "ice room"? A cold person, a cold house. In other words, this igloo, this cold room, is the name of the author's bookstore. Scholars in China have always had the habit of naming their study. Lu You's old learning nunnery, Feng Youlan's Sanhuaitang, Zhang Changgong's waste paper den, Yan's den, Guo Yuqiao's den, Zhao's restaurant, and so on. I am also a scholar, and it is difficult to get rid of the promotion and temptation of traditional habits, so I named my study. Scholars in China also have the habit of giving individuals the nickname, such as Qinglian layman, Dongpo layman and Liuyi layman. I also drew a tiger like a cat. I might as well name it this way: the owner of the igloo.
It took twenty years to finalize the "Ice Room".
My home is on the fifth floor of Tuanjie Community. The heating in Tuanjie Community has been poor for twenty years, and it is famous in Hohhot. Thousands of families complain that they have to be on TV every year during the heating season. The way of heating is like this. Every morning and evening, for one or two hours, feel the heating and keep warm. And the long day and night between morning and evening are usually not warm. In the past twenty years, the family has never been separated from electric heating, electric mattress, electric wind (for going to the toilet), the thickest camel's quilt, cotton-padded jacket and wool socks. Some residents even built iron stoves in the building and used coal to keep warm. Many old people have caught a cold. In the deep winter, life is hard.
In a word, cold. When people are cold, they don't want to do anything, and they can't do anything, such as reading, writing, washing clothes, watching TV and even sleeping. After sleeping, the bed is warm because of the electric mattress, but the face and nose are always cold. In winter, friends, relatives, parents, old people, brothers and sisters are all extinct, and they are unwilling to come to my house, fearing the cold.
I have long wanted to give the study a name, but when it is frozen, I feel disheartened. I can't even read or write. What's the name of this study? However, in the winter of the year before last, the name of this research actually appeared, Lu Bing. The name is actually frozen. Yonghua and I came home from work that day, and as soon as we entered the room, the air conditioner came on our faces. Yonghua changed her slippers and was indignant: Alas, when can I get out of this ice cave? I don't want to go back to this cold home with the same resentment and frustration as Yonghua. Unexpectedly, her "Ice Cave" made me laugh and was inspired. I said, "Yonghua, you are a master of language. As a writer, I want to learn from you. " Then immediately said, "I'll make tea tonight." I'll turn on the electric heater, and you can rest and watch TV first. " Looking at the flowers, I explained, "My study has a name today."
Yonghua wry smile way: "See you happy, the study is the study, what's the name?" . I thought you bought a new house for our family. "
I comforted her: "Don't worry, there will be bread, food and a new house. Our house is a little cold, but winter is over and spring is not far away. Philosophers say that human beings should live poetically on the earth. Poetry doesn't exist everywhere on the earth. We need to discover, discover and create. You found poetry in today's cold. So you are also the discoverer of beauty. I've been searching for this poem for twenty years and found nothing. So I am very grateful to you, and I want to learn from you. Jia Man said that literature has no teachers, but I don't think it is completely correct. You are my teacher, and I ... "Before I finished, Yonghua became impatient:" Oh, come on, come on, what's wrong with you today? I can't be your teacher and I don't want you to learn from me. Wash your face quickly and I'll make tea. " The moment she turned around, I saw her eyes still wondering, did she think I was crazy?
Where did she know my inner excitement? Her "ice cave" is another activation of my cold feeling and thinking. Cave, cave, cave, "The Great Wall Cave drinks horses, but Shui Han hurts horses' bones", "The Moon Cave invades Taibai, and even Akasaka spreads Khan", and "A heavenly horse comes out of the Moon Cave with a tiger's wing bone on its back", as the ancients said. The Great Wall Cave, in severe winter, is the spring when the ice at the foot of the Great Wall condenses, the white air transpires and gurgles.
The moon cave is even more interesting. The moon imagined by the ancients is a hole open to the world. Hidden in the cave are Yutang, white rabbit, osmanthus tree, Chang 'e, even deeper, and there may be more secrets.
The name of my research is developed along the idea of "ice cave". It is ok to call it an "ice cave" directly, but the degree seems too serious and daunting. Igloos, igloos, igloos and igloos are not common, popular and uncomfortable to read. I remembered Zhuge Liang's thatched cottage: I was dressed in cloth and devoted myself to Nanyang, risking my life in troubled times and not asking Wenda to be a vassal. The first emperor didn't treat his ministers unkindly, accusing himself of being wronged. He took care of his ministers in the cottage and consulted his ministers on current affairs. Naturally again remind of the "humble room inscription":
Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Ting Yun Pavilion in West Shu. Lu, according to the dictionary, it is a simple house. Kuanglu, Qionglu. Kuangshan reading office, it's good to be back white. The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. Hohhot, where I live, was the Chilechuan of that year. This is simply an act of god. Lu, a poetic word full of historical and cultural implications. Of course, my greatness does not stop there. I combined "ice" and "land", and a miracle appeared, so natural. Beautiful and catchy, so the name of my study was born: Lu Bing.
At this point, I want to say another thing about chanting flowers. Two years ago, several old friends from Beijing came to visit us. One of them is an old man, who is obviously emaciated and has lost his teeth because he recently got diabetes. The face is sunken and looks a lot older. Pity from the heart is very unpleasant. In particular, his full face has become this situation, which is not good at all, but I can't find a word to describe it. After my friend left, Yonghua said to me, "Hey, Rong Gui, why did the old tree's face collapse?"
A word "collapse" makes me feel relaxed and lost. Faced with such a face, who can find a more accurate and vivid word than "collapse"?
Frankly speaking, my wife Yonghua doesn't understand literature, but a "Collapse" and an "Ice Cave" gave me two lessons in succession, which also gave me a lot of inspiration. She can't be a writer in the future, and I will continue my writing career. I don't doubt my writing ability. It seems that the source of literature is everywhere, maybe just around you. Within ten steps, nothing grows. I once discussed the issues of "teacher" and "learning" in literature and art with Mr. Jia Man. He believes that dance, drama, painting and calligraphy have teachers, while literature has no teachers. His reason is that everyone is a teacher, so there is no teacher. His "everyone" refers to every writer, every writer, not to the broad masses of people other than writers. Singing flowers is one of these "crowds". In this crowd, there are obviously many writers' teachers.
Let's talk about Lu Bing. The name "Lu Bing" naturally reminds me of my 2 1 year life in Lu Bing, especially my writing career. I don't know how many books I have read and how many articles I have written in Lu Bing. But writing and reading in a cold room in winter is not a pleasant thing. First of all, you have to be fully armed, cotton-padded jacket, thick wool pants, wool socks, and sometimes turn on the electric heater. Jiaxuan Ci: The wine glass absorbs dew in autumn, and the poem cuts ice at night. This is usually the case with me. Look at my 20 years of writing. If some articles lack vitality, enthusiasm and vitality, they are frozen. However, in the ice and snow, the sun and the moon are not completely cold. Beautiful and warm memories are endless. I moved to Lu Bing at the age of 26, when I was in my prime and full of youth. Now open the photo album and see yourself at that time. I am very touched. How can I be so young? I am like my own son. Twenty-one years have passed, and now, because of the nourishment of literature, although I am still childlike, my diligence and energy in my youth have been exhausted. My wife's coloratura is naturally the same as mine. Although her face is still shining with beautiful light, there are many wrinkles in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, and her figure has long lost its curve at that time. At this age, there seems to be room for peers. In cities and rural pastoral areas, it is the level of old people taking care of their grandchildren. When I first moved to the Army, my daughter Shang Shu was only seven months old. Now Shangshu has left Lu Bing and is a junior college student. Shangshu is full of affection for Lu Bing. She told us again and again that with the new house, Lu Bing can't sell it, and it's not allowed to rent it. Yonghua and I agree with her idea. Winter is hard, and spring, summer and autumn are beautiful. In particular, the West Window of Lu Bing has become a window for me to observe the world. You can watch the wind and moon, listen to the rain and snow, enjoy the sandstorm, see the foggy city, and see the endless Yinshan Mountain. Whenever the sun sets, the western sky looks like a pale and transparent tulle. Every jet fighter flies over the tulle, leaving a straight and bright line, like a poem written in the sky. When I first moved into Lu Bing, two rows of poplars were planted on both sides of the road downstairs. They are about the same age as Shangshu. In the past twenty years, poplars have been taller than buildings. Especially the two trees under the west window, they seem to grow very well. Not long after these two trees were planted, and the branches were not as thick as cups, someone put a clothesline on them with line one. One day, Shangshu and I saw it. Without saying anything, I went to the cool room and took out the vice, and "click" and "click" to cut the wire. How can a twig stand the hoop of No.1 wire? Where the wire is tied, the green husk splits and the juice is flowing out. Left a permanent wound. Up to now, these two trees are as thick as two hugs, but the scars left on the trees are still vivid. Since then, these two trees have been savagely destroyed twice. For the first time, a few years later, the tree has grown very high, blocking the cable. The staff of the electric power department went up with a ladder and hacked with a machete. Green leaves and branches were scattered all over the floor, and several thick branches were cut down. A few years ago, I was at home one day and heard something outside the building. When I opened the window, I saw a neighbor downstairs climbing a tree with a ladder. The ladder had cut off a thick branch, saying that it hindered the reception of his cable TV and blocked the sunshine and sight. The broken branches have fallen heavily to the ground, and the broken parts of the tree are pale and striking, like broken bones. I seem to hear the intense pain and cry of the tree. Two trees, after being destroyed, survived tenaciously and grew taller than the building. In winter, scattered branches shake in the cold wind through the window, and the sky outside the branches is fragmented by them, like cracks in ancient porcelain and ancient western oil paintings. In spring, I can see the whole process of its branching, germination and tidbits flying all over the sky. In summer, I lie on the sofa and watch TV. A window is green in front of me, and the west window is this green frame, which can also block the strong sunlight. In the autumn night, you can hear the rustling sound of yellow leaves falling in the autumn wind and autumn rain. In my dream, they all became angels and flew to heaven with my blessing. Surprisingly, magpies began to nest in trees in late autumn last year, and now it has been basically built. Two magpies flying around, holding branches, busy for half a year, they will become my new neighbors.
Sometimes, it is a miracle that they can grow so lush and tall under the tree and caress the wound strangled by the No.1 wire on the trunk. As for me, I have already stepped into middle-aged China from a teenager in his twenties. I feel that Huan Wen's exclamation in those days was directed at me: How can people be inferior to trees?
Outside the west window of Lu Bing, there are two trees, one is poplar and the other is poplar.
I was very happy when I first moved into the igloo. Because Unity Community was the largest and newest community in Hohhot in those years, ten thousand people competed for it, but it was hard to find a room. At that time, I was very lucky to be assigned to such a new house with three bedrooms and 80 square meters, which was really hard-won. However, in the past 20 years, things have changed, and the Unity Community has long lost its former appearance and is dilapidated, and various problems have followed. The pipes are aging, the heating is not good, the water is blocked, the roads are in disrepair, and the garbage is everywhere. The obsolescence of the Unity community does not mean that the pace of the times has stopped. The fact is that our times are changing with each passing day. If nothing else, I can't tell you how many new and advanced modern residential areas have appeared in Hohhot.
In the past 20 years, many colleagues, classmates and friends have changed their houses from 100 square meters to 200 square meters, but I am still, as if I want to spend my life in this humble room of 80 square meters. Every time someone asks, why don't you buy a new house? I said I couldn't buy it. Why? I have my own principles. What principle? Five ones, please. The inquirer asked with a puzzled smile, "the Communist Party of China (CPC) Propaganda Department has' Five One Projects'". Why did you run out of the "five ones"? Excuse me, which is the "five ones" I said: wife, children, house, work, dreams. The questioner burst out laughing at once. "Five Ones" is the summary of my half life. Although it is a joke on the wine table, it is actually a portrayal of my first half of my life. Not to mention the wife, children and house. 1982 I haven't changed my place since I graduated from college, and I have been a literary editor for half my life. Looking ahead, I don't see any signs of changing places myself. Looking back on my life, although I have not achieved anything great, I am doing something great now. Literature is my lifelong pursuit and dream. This is my "five ones".
Recently, the principle of "five ones" is a bit untenable. At Yonghua's repeated urging, he borrowed a huge sum of money to buy a new house. The new house is in a good community, and all aspects of the conditions are incomparable to the United community. Just thinking, my house, whether now or in the future, even a 100-story mansion. The name of this study is still "Lu Bing". Just like a person's name, it will remain the same for life. There are still many people who can be remembered by the frozen sun and moon, but can't be written down in this article. Postscript is long and trivial, and readers will get bored. I will write slowly one by one in the future.
This article is not written to make a mountain out of a molehill and grandstanding, but to tell the world that the writer has made his research a famous name in the history of literature. I just feel that this name is hard-won. My wife's complaint made me feel enlightened and moved me so much. In the crowd, I searched for her again and again in vain. When I suddenly turned my head, I found her there, dimly lit.
My old friend Zhang Tiannan knows that I named my study Lu Bing. I was quite moved, so I happily wrote a seven-rhythm poem to congratulate me. The title is "Song of Mr. Rong Gui's Icehouse Owner". Let's end this article with Tiannan's poem:
The fifth floor inverted Beidou, Wan Li was drunk.
Three days before the contract, Jin Lan's centenary.
Frost and snow on the temples bully the old, and the night on the pillow is bitter and cold.
After reading the twenty-four histories, when will Hua Zhang continue to write a new chapter?
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