The eternal bright moon has touched the feelings of countless literati and left countless masterpieces. People chant Leng Yue at the border, chant Xiaoyue at Lugou, chant the bright moon at the bedside, "The evening breeze in Yang Liuan is fading"; People write about the shape and shadow of the moon, such as "the moon is short of trees", "flying a mirror to grind again", "drifting thousands of miles", "Pear Flower Garden to dissolve the moon" ... and "Yueshi Fu" is even more varied. So that future generations look at the moon and sigh, and dare not recite and imitate this endless moon. However, Jia Pingwa dared to stir up the masses and found another way on the poetic road of "Moon Mountain and Sea"-writing the moon trace. Written in vain, hidden, so beautiful, so clever, he wrote a magical moon path that only belongs to himself and can arouse people's emotions.
It's not unusual to write a lunar trace. Su Shi wrote long ago, "Turn to Zhuge, keep a low household, and stay awake." Write quietly and quietly, lingering. A unique style of writing like Jia Pingwa is rare. What's the mystery?
From the perspective of description means: First, the virtual is true, the reference object is skillfully set, and the invisible trace of the moon is written tangible. The author skillfully used bamboo curtains, grape leaves, small wine glasses, rivers and children's eyes to write the light trace of the moon clearly-she "sneaked in slowly" and "climbed the bamboo curtain, first a white road, then a semicircle, and gradually climbed high, and the laps of the pier glass were full". Later, I found her on a grape leaf, put her in a glass and fell into a river ... just like a light and elegant girl and a naughty boy jumping off the skin, she was tangible, affectionate and interesting. Although it is the moon in the mirror, the moon in the cup and the moon in the water, there is no sense of nothingness.
The second is the transformation of reality, and the reality is integrated. With unique association and wonderful synaesthesia, the author turned the reality of the high-altitude moon into a virtual reality and then into a real feeling. I heard that there was a laurel tree in the Moon Palace, and I suddenly felt "there seems to be a breath". It seemed to curl up behind me, as if it had reached the tip of my hair, and even added a faint itchy feeling, which gave me an illusion that "we are already in the moon, and that laurel tree is clearly the one behind us". The author skillfully turned the visual image into the olfactory and tactile image, and the distant moon shadow became an audible and tangible existence nearby. At the same time, due to the mixture of virtual objects such as the Moon Palace, osmanthus tree, Chang 'e and Jade Rabbit, the real moon becomes illusory and wonderful. This realm is not you, me and him in Li Bai's Until, Raise my glass, I ask the bright moon, bring my shadow and be the three of us; Nor is it Su Shi's vanity transcendence of "dancing to understand the shadow, what is it like?" It is a state in which I am with the moon, heaven and man are one, reality and reality are one, and God is forgotten. It is confusing whether people fall on the earth in the middle of the month or the moon. Writing in this way breaks through the mode of writing about the moon, moon shadow and moon wave, and creates a brand-new artistic conception from the perspective of "emotion". It also changed the traditional aesthetic way for readers to look at objective things from the perspective of onlookers. Instead, through such a scene setting, readers can walk into this wonderful moonlight, pursue the traces of this month with the author, and feel and experience with the author innocently and wholeheartedly, thus obtaining a beautiful pleasure.
The third is the combination of reality and reality, killing two birds with one stone. The author compares Chang 'e to Sister-in-law, or Sister-in-law to Chang 'e, so Sister-in-law also owns the moon and is proud of this possession. The combination of vulgarity and illusion, intertwined with the concept of "beauty", makes the ethereal moon really beautiful, really beautiful, and the realistic people wonderfully beautiful and elegant.
Throughout the ages, people who write about the moon, or "look up and find that it is moonlight, and then sink, I suddenly think of home", express their homesickness; Or "I hope people are long and thousands of miles * * * beautiful", write the meaning of thinking about people on the moon; Or "I don't treat each other when I go to Qiu Lai in spring, and the moonlight in the water remains the same", lamenting that life is short and time flies ... In this article, there are not so heavy and complicated feelings and meanings. Only relaxed childlike innocence and childlike interest, and only this childlike innocence and beauty. The whole idea is to find and feel the trace of the moon from the perspective of children's spirit, mind and eyes, and to construct the text with children's longing and search for the moon, association with the moon and imagination about the moon as clues. Write a real child's psychological course in the process of degeneration and reversal.
Starting from a quiet place, the author quickly moved to a high-spirited place-Mid-Autumn Night, sitting in the yard early and looking forward to the moon. The moon came in, which was a special surprise. "Everyone held their breath and didn't dare to come out, fearing that it was a dusty shadow and blew away in one breath." From ecstatic expectation to dedicated expression, it highlights the innocence and childlike interest of children immersed in the wonderful moonlight. Then there was a timely autumn reversal-when the traces of the moon quietly left the mirror, it was "lost and disappeared", and finally "all traces disappeared, leaving only an empty mirror" and "a disappointment". The author interweaves a kind of psychological emotion into the description of the scenery, and uses the gradual process of the scenery to write the psychological feeling process of children. As you can imagine, with the appearance of the moon mark on the mirror, from a piece of white light-semicircle-full, to loss-lack-all gone, such a process of moon mark movement, children also experienced a psychological process from expectation-surprise-comfort-satisfaction, to tension-regret-disappointment. This psychological process is entirely due to infatuation and concentration, and once it is found that this silent moon trace has moved to the grape leaves, it will bring them more surprises. By repeatedly using such an autumn reversal and step-by-step reversal, the author pushed the children's emotions to a climax, thus writing the children's desire and pursuit for the moon and beauty.
With watching the innocent and immature footprints of children chasing the moon, readers and children discovered the beautiful moon in water, air, eyes and hearts. "Jade jade", "full circle". She belongs to the courtyard, to the bamboo curtain, to osmanthus trees and grape leaves, to rivers and beaches, and to all children. She is everywhere, you can have it if you want. This is a gentle and peaceful beauty everywhere! The beauty of tranquility and elegance is everywhere! Who doesn't want to pursue this beauty? Who doesn't want to have this beautiful purity? I'm afraid the author's intention is here. It's really a child, a child.
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Lunar trajectory
Jiapingao
We children, everything feels fresh, and often we are not satisfied with anything; On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, we looked forward to the moon in the yard, but the moon didn't come out for a long time, so we sat back in nave, put bamboo curtains on it and pestered grandma to tell stories. Grandma can tell stories; Say one, but also say one ... Grandma suddenly said:
"The moon is coming in!"
When we looked at it, there was a moon in the bamboo curtain, which slipped in slowly and quietly and appeared on the mirror in front of the window. It turned out that the moon had legs and climbed the bamboo curtain, first a white road, then a semicircle, and gradually climbed high, and the circle on the mirror was full. We are all very happy, but we can't hold our breath, for fear that it is the dust that blows away in one breath. The moon is still crawling on the bamboo curtain, but the circle is slowly losing. Finally, there was no trace, leaving only an empty mirror and a disappointment. Grandma said:
"It's gone, it's in a hurry; Go out and look for the moon! "
We all ran out the door. It was in the yard, but it was not a complete circle. The white light in the yard is jade silver, and the light is not so bright. In the middle of the yard, there is that stout osmanthus tree with sparse branches and luxuriant leaves. Osmanthus fragrans hasn't blossomed yet, but it has many bones. We all approached, not knowing where the whole circle went, but suspecting that the bone buds were changed by stars; Looking up at the sky, the stars seem to be much less on the spot. The moon is overhead, obviously much bigger and more round, so you can clearly see what's inside.
"Grandma, what's on the Na Yue?" I asked.
"It's a tree, son." Grandma said.
"What tree?"
"Guishu."
We all looked at each other, and suddenly, there seemed to be a breath that curled up behind us, adding a touch of itchy feeling to our hair tips; It seems that we are already on the moon, and the laurel is obviously the one behind us.
Grandma looked at us and smiled.
"Handsome boy, there are already people there."
"who?" We were all surprised.
"Chang 'e." Grandma said.
"Who is Chang 'e? "
"A woman."
Oh, a woman. I think: on the moon, the ground should be covered with silver and the walls should be made of jade. So a good place must be full of very beautiful women.
"Is there a beautiful third sister?"
"As beautiful as Third Sister."
Third sister is happy:
"Ah, the moon is mine!"
Third sister is the most beautiful among us, and we are all envious: looking at her madness, we have a feeling of jealousy. We had a quarrel and everyone said the moon was theirs. Grandma took out a pot of liqueur from the room, poured a small glass for each of us and said:
"Son, look at your glasses. You all have the moon! "
We all looked at the glass of wine, and sure enough, there was a whole circle of little moon floating inside. Holding it, motionless, and moving your hand, you will tremble crisply, which makes people look pitiful. Everyone drinks, and the moon is in everyone's heart.
Grandma said:
"The moon belongs to everyone. It hasn't left yet. Go find it again. "
We felt more and more strange, so we looked in the yard. Great, it really hasn't left. We soon found it in the Portuguese Ye Er, ceramic flowerpots and grandpa's shovel blade. We were interested and found the door.
Outside the yard, there is a river. The river is very thin, but it is covered with a large area of net sand; Not as rough as during the day, shining silver. We ran across the beach, and as soon as my brother reached the upper bay of the river, he shouted, "The moon is coming!" " "
My sister shouted to Xia Wan almost at the same time: "The moon is coming!" "
I went to two places to see, both places have the moon in the water; Running along the river, there are moons everywhere. We all looked at the sky, and suddenly I saw the little moon in the eyes of my brother and sister. I think there must be something in my eyes, too. Oh, there are so many moons: you can have them if you want.
We sat on the beach, scooped up sand and looked at the splendor. I said:
"You say, what is the moon?"
"The moon is what I want." The younger brother said.
"The moon is good." Sister said.
I agree with them. As grandma said: it belongs to us and everyone. That day, we looked up at the moon in the sky again. The moon is white and hangs in the sky. I suddenly feel that we have the moon and the boundless sky is ours: isn't the moon our seal in the sky?
Everyone felt satisfied and sleepy, so they sat on the beach and slept sweetly for a while.
(selected from prose 1980No. 1 1)