Reading experience of Shen Congwen's prose collection 1 "Farming is bereavement, and it is not harmful to health. There are many snowstorms in rivers and lakes, and farmers are frequently sent back and forth. Snow sent Nong away and sent Nong back; Dare not take the old road, afraid of chaos. ……"
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At this time, the disappointed duckweed sang a song to tell her sad mood. Although she didn't cry, she made a new friend-Xiaocao. A "grass, it hurts!" And gone with the wind in Yang Shuhua. "Let duckweed feel unprecedented sympathy and caress.
Duckweed asked enviously about the grass greenhouse. Grass told her own experience. Xiaoping listened carefully and asked several questions from time to time. The grass talked carefree about the poets it met.
Even in this unhappy place, duckweed is no longer disappointed, and grass does not regret it, because it is no longer lonely, because it stays here in pursuit of its goal.
Listening to their talk, my brain theory is imagining a "rainbow country"-rosy clouds, a diamond hut, silvery wings, a fairy with a bright blue sky at the tip of the wing, and a real butcher sitting on the back of a butterfly and drinking wine with dew on its petals.
I think, when Xiaoping talks with Xiaocao, Xiaoping no longer fantasizes about Hong Na, because it has spiritual sustenance and no longer feels negative.
I really want to know the significance of Mr. Shen Lao's writing this article. What does this geographical environment represent? What do grass, duckweed, poet and rose represent?
Does it represent his time? Grass, duckweed, poet, rose ... was it the era of people he admired and criticized at that time? Is the "rainbow country" in the opening part his idea of the world? I also want to ask, do you understand that the modern world is the "rainbow country" in his mind?
I suddenly got a cold shiver because of the weather!
Looking at the sunflower with its head down in the sun, I think this should not be the world it wants. Only after reading the letters of a madman did I know that the "rainbow country" in Kwai's heart is the emotional world of love. Kwai is worried about "feelings". It is eager to fulfill the obligation of love and provoke the burden of love, but it seems impossible.
Suddenly I thought of a poem by Xi Murong, "A Flowering Tree": "How can I meet you at my most beautiful moment? I studied Buddhism in front of the Buddha for 500 years so that you and I could form a dust Buddha, so I turned into a tree and stood on the roadside where you must pass. These flowers were all my expectations before my death. When you approach, please listen carefully to the trembling sound of leaves. When you finally ignore them, they are not my petals, but my withered heart.
I think if Kwai can understand the intention of "a flowering tree" to wait; It may not be in a hurry to get it, maybe it should learn from trees, maybe it should let nature take its course. ...
"You look at me for a while and look at the clouds for a while. I think you see me far away, and you see the clouds very close. " This poem of Gu Cheng probably represents the sadness that Kwai finally bowed her head helplessly. Kwai is waiting, wanting to move on, eager to pick it up, and afraid of losing her love.
When it comes to love, I think a lot: selfless and delicate maternal love, great and deep fatherly love, pure and beautiful fraternity, vast and broad fraternity … I can understand all these loves, but is there any other love?
I once read such a poem "The Farthest Distance in the World": The farthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you ... Maybe I can't understand the helplessness of the author who loves me 17 years old, just as I can't understand the sadness of Kwai's last bow, just as I can't be sure whether the grass is full of love for the lame poet when it turns its head shyly.
Reading experience of Shen Congwen's prose collection 2. Excavating Mr. Shen Congwen's prose. It's like wandering in the wind and rain several times, and then returning to my lovely hometown. "The river is flat, the water is gradually slowing down, and the mountains on both sides of the river are like pearls, green as Jiangnan in May." "I don't know where chickens crow, where calves crow, and where people live by the river. There must be cabbage fields in front of the house or carrot fields in the middle. "
Most of Mr. Shen's prose is as light as green tea and as moist as ancient jade. If you look at it roughly in an impetuous mood, I think most people will feel like a friend of mine said, "boring." In Mr. Shen's pen, there is never a need for grandstanding and pretending to be surprised. Everything comes from nature. Only after reading it carefully and calmly can we appreciate its beautiful scenery and deep fragrance. The more you taste Mr. Shen's words, the deeper you read them.
The book Shen Congwen's Prose is divided into four parts according to categories, namely, Notes on Timidity, Scenery of North and South, Notes on Auspiciousness and Notes on Auspiciousness, regardless of chronological order. However, with a little care, readers can clearly feel that the style of Mr. Shen's prose has obvious characteristics of time stages.
In the early 1920s, he was very young, timid, self-injured, and sensitive, coupled with the helplessness of survival, the darkness of reality, the ruthlessness of the world, and the loss and confusion of love, so there were more repressed contradictions, more mumbling low complaints and painful struggles in the articles at that time. However, the hardships and bitterness of being abandoned by life can't stop him from satirizing and criticizing the ugly reality, let alone erase his self-esteem, stubbornness and dreams for the future. In the article "Waterwheel", he satirized the "box" (car) as a running dog: "Not only the speed of running depends on the order in which the person stands on his waist and shoulders, but also the sound of raising his voice to scare people out of the way, and he has to pull his mouth. Wearing boots is new, because it is too servile to be stubborn at all, and there are people who modify it. " At the same time, he wrote his unyielding optimism about life through the mouth of the waterwheel: "It is a fool who is sad because of disappointment. My songs won't get tired all day. "
At that time, in addition to singing in the "dark night", he often stood behind the acacia tree and listened to the goddess in his mind "with a pair of wings like silver gauze" singing!
In the 1920s, Mr. Shen's writing was like a plum blossom jade bracelet worn on the wrist of that era. Bright plum blossoms on a black background are twinkling stars, gentle, noble and firm, shining lonely Nightcrawler.
In his later years, Mr. Shen's writing style is extremely simple and clean, and his writing style is like chalcedony with nine eyes. He is extremely peaceful and mellow, gorgeous and full of great wisdom. "Tonamiyama is more secluded"-this is really a rare voice.
However, my personal favorite is his letter to Zhang Zhaohe. These letters were written in 1934 1 on Mr. Shen's way to and from his hometown in western Hunan since February. Because it is for my dearest wife, the brushwork is particularly natural, and the feelings are particularly strong and deep. And from time to time naughty skipping. Faith is like water lotus, and the beauty of nature is beyond words. It's like walking in the mountains and suddenly seeing a group of wild warblers or larks walking around on a big stone, singing. Do you dare to make any noise at that time? "shh!" Let's listen together. ...
Mr. Shen's writing style is like a man, and a man is like his writing-gentle, implicit and normal, which hides great amazing wisdom and strength. As his cousin Huang Yongyu said in an article, "He is as ordinary as water. Keep going down, nourish all beings, and send out the power of terrazzo for many years. " I remember Lao Tzu once said, "Good as water." I think I must be referring to people like Mr. Shen.
Reading experience of Shen Congwen's prose collection 3 During the Spring Festival, there is nothing for children to find some books to read.
Children are happy to bring a few books, including Shen Congwen's prose collection. Although I have read several books by Shen Congwen before, I still read this collection of essays carefully. Most of Shen Congwen's books describe the simple folk customs of the author's hometown of Xiangxi in a smooth and delicate way.
What impressed me in this book was the article Border Town.
In "Border Town", the author painted a quiet and poetic picture. A winding stream, an old man living alone by the white tower, a girl and a yellow dog, "all the fish in the middle reaches can be counted."
The people we see in the book are simple, hardworking, friendly and peaceful. The old man who lives under the tower is in charge of the ferry.
I have lived for ten years and have been staying by this stream since I was twenty. I don't know how many years have passed in these fifty years.
Although he is so old, he should have a rest, but heaven forbid him to have a rest. It seems that he can't live without this life. He never considered the significance of his position to himself, but lived there quietly and faithfully.
When writing about the hero Cui Cui, it is like this: "Nature has nurtured her and educated her, so it is innocent and lively, and looks like a small animal everywhere.
People are so good, like deer on the mountain, never consider cruelty, never worry, never get angry.
Usually, when strangers pay attention to her on the ferry, they look at strangers with naked eyes, as if they can escape to the mountains at any time, but after understanding people's inorganic heart, they play leisurely by the water.
When writing about the smooth operation of the water terminal, the article said: "This generous and free-spirited person, although his career is smooth, is generous and able to help others, because he is willing to make friends, … understands the hardships of people who are away from home, understands the feelings of frustrated people … is so impartial … is so honest and peaceful, and does not love money."
When it comes to these two young people, it is so popular: "strong as an ox ... bold and open-minded, unconventional ... be kind to relatives, not arrogant and lazy, flashy and flashy."
"The more magical puppy is especially clever and sensible:" Sometimes I am on the boat with my grandfather's yellow dog, and I will work with my grandfather during the transition. When the boat is approaching the shore, my grandfather is greeting the guests:' Slow down, slow down'. The yellow dog will hold the rope in his mouth and jump up first, and it seems that he knows his duty very well and will hold the boat rope tightly to the shore.
The author of Border Town shows us a beautiful and harmonious picture of man and nature, but at the same time shows a helpless and confused face facing the tragic fate of life.
It was supposed to be a wonderful family. After her mother and father died together, Cui Cui lived with her grandfather since childhood, and their loneliness and sadness came to her mind from time to time.
"At dusk, Cui Cui sat under the white tower behind her house, watching the sky burn into pink clouds by sunset." "Listening to the messy voice of businessmen from the ferry, my heart was a little thin and desolate.
"When the sun rises, he feels the power of life. When the sun went down, he didn't think it was the girl who died with the sun.
His only friends are the ferryman and the yellow dog, and his only family is the girl.
Among them, we can also see that, unfortunately, as a "water duck", the old man drowned in the water; Let Cui Cuixin run away from home with her singing parents; Grandpa, who lived with Cui Cui day and night, passed away quietly on that thunderous night ... All this depressed Cui Cui's young mind like a boulder.
At the end of Border Town, the author wants to ignite Cui Cui's temporary hope through his parents' "maybe coming back tomorrow".
But "this person may never come back" did not give her infinite confusion and confusion.
A soul who has suffered the tragic fate of life since childhood wanted to find a home of love and redemption, but it never came true.
Isn't this the portrayal of many people?
In real life, the relationship between people seems so strange and utilitarian.
For their own interests, everyone seems to be involved in the trend of fighting each other.
While the architectural space is getting narrower and narrower, people's hearts are also narrow; In today's convenient transportation, the way of communication between people is so convenient, but the communication between people is so difficult.
A wall not only isolates the living place between people, but also isolates the spiritual communication between people; A security door seems to avoid the intrusion of outsiders, but it also imprisons its contact with the outside world.
Reading such an article makes people think deeply about the mystery of Xiangxi, yearn for that ancient and pure life, feel that they are in the world, and are entangled in the author's contradictory intellectual mentality. The mind is just a painting, a painting that distant hearts yearn for.
Shen Congwen's Prose Collection 4 Reading experience of a forest, a land and a blue sky, what a wonderful world it is.
When human beings live in this world, great changes have taken place in the world: a hut, a village, a town … a pace, a bicycle, a car … I wonder if the world is progressing or deteriorating? I wonder if what people create is satisfied with their minds. What is the pursuit of the human heart? When you are poor, you pursue wealth; When you are in turmoil, you pursue stability.
Nowadays, in this era, high-rise buildings have sprung up in busy towns, and people in busy streets are building social development.
Such a scene should be in line with the pursuit of human beings, but urban people who have experienced rural life have begun to yearn for the rural environment.
This seems a bit contradictory, from backward rural areas to developing towns, and from developing towns to backward rural areas.
"Border Town" shows us such a picture: "There is a small white tower beside a stream, and a family lives under it.
There is only an old man, a girl and a yellow dog in this family.
A small stream flows down the river, around the mountain, and flows into the tea cave river for about three miles. If people cross the stream and climb the hill, they will reach the edge of Tea Cave City within a mile.
The stream is like a bow, and the mountain road is like a bowstring. There is a slight difference between distance and distance.
This stream is about 20 feet wide, and the riverbed is made of big stones.
Still water, even if it is too deep to sink, is still clear and transparent, and the fish in the middle reaches of the river can be counted.
"Now, although the material construction of cities and towns seems to be developing rapidly, there is another kind of destruction behind the construction.
Just like the natural environment, it is polluted like this: trees are cut down, the air is dry, the noise is constant and garbage is piled up.
Such an environment has severely depressed people's body and mind.
Therefore, people are so longing for the quiet and comfortable living space in the countryside.
Perhaps this is also the thinking of the author of Border Town.
In today's era, the relationship between people seems so strange and utilitarian.
For their own interests, everyone seems to be involved in the trend of fighting each other.
While the architectural space is getting narrower and narrower, people's hearts are also narrow; In today's convenient transportation, the way of communication between people is so convenient, but the communication between people is so difficult.
A wall not only isolates the living place between people, but also isolates the spiritual communication between people; A security door seems to avoid the intrusion of outsiders, but it also imprisons its contact with the outside world.
In Border Town, we can see people's simple, frugal, friendly and peaceful scenes.
"The person who manages this ferry is an old man who lives under the tower.
I lived for seventy years, and I have been staying by this stream since I was twenty. I don't know how many years have passed in these fifty years.
Although he is so old, he should have a rest, but heaven forbid him to have a rest. It seems that he can't live without this life. He never considered the significance of his position to himself, but lived there quietly and faithfully.
When writing about the hero Cui Cui, it is like this: "Nature has nurtured her and educated her, so it is innocent and lively, and looks like a small animal everywhere.
People are so good, like deer on the mountain, never consider cruelty, never worry, never get angry.
Usually, when strangers pay attention to her on the ferry, they look at strangers with naked eyes, as if they can escape to the mountains at any time, but after understanding people's inorganic heart, they play leisurely by the water.
When writing about the smooth operation of the water terminal, the article said: "This generous and free-spirited person, although his career is smooth, is generous and able to help others, because he is willing to make friends, … understands the hardships of people who are away from home, understands the feelings of frustrated people … is so impartial … is so honest and peaceful, and does not love money."
When it comes to these two young people, it is so popular: "strong as an ox ... bold and open-minded, unconventional ... be kind to relatives, not arrogant and lazy, flashy and flashy."
"The more magical puppy is especially clever and sensible:" Sometimes I am on the boat with my grandfather's yellow dog, and I will work with my grandfather during the transition. When the boat is approaching the shore, my grandfather is greeting the guests:' Slow down, slow down'. The yellow dog will hold the rope in his mouth and jump up first, and it seems that he knows his duty very well and will hold the boat rope tightly to the shore.
After reading Long River, Mr. Shen's prose has always seen the details, but it has not shown the merits of carving. He is sensitive and meticulous, but he can always keep his simple and aesthetic feelings. Reading his words often reminds me of his people, his life and people like him. A little sad.
A simple-minded person like Shen Congwen easily obeys himself without consideration by virtue of his good vision and dexterous feeling, which makes onlookers feel contradictory and empathetic. It is difficult for most reckless feelings to have a good ending, and then he grew up. It is an embarrassing experience to plant something like cold water on your head, which is far from the good impression you imagined. It's just that you have to be numb, broken or brave.
I can't say many things well, and it's easier for me to get tongue-tied when I see others embarrassed. In my opinion, sometimes there is no difference between rashness and childishness. There are too many longing feelings, so I don't know why, but the momentum of wave upon wave is like a long river, running with sincerity and never looking back. Become a nightmare and can't get rid of it.
Long River is Mr. Shen Congwen's last novel, which is less than half finished. Since then, he has never written a novel, and spent the rest of his life studying cultural relics. Under the pain of constant conflict with life, people finally changed from naive openness to deep silence, during which their mentality was abnormal several times. I'm afraid I can't even say: it's cold, it's a good autumn. Perhaps compared with a person's wandering psychological course, the ending of the novel is not a great thing. Everything that is not written is doomed, and all guesses and longings are illusions. Life is sometimes like the direction into the sea. No matter how fierce your knife dance is, you can't break a trace of water. If you can, put up a pillow to listen to.
All I can think of is the sentence in Long River: The beach water rings in the quiet night. Further on the mountain, there is a wild burning, extending and moving, flickering and flickering. The old sailor stood on the steps of the ancestral temple and said to himself, "Good Feng Shui, Long Mai has left! Come if you want. My name is Teng, I am not afraid of anything! "
The gray landscape is as smooth as rice paper, lined with lofty sentiments and pleasure as light as ink, like clouds in the wind and qiantang bore, which will never be seen again after being eliminated.