Li Juan, who lives by the Han River, reads and writes. For the columnist of prose works, see Reader, Prose Overseas Edition, People's Daily Overseas Edition, Haiyan City Beauty, Yellow River Literature, Selected Prose, Red Bean, Shuofang, Wen Yuan, Year, China Prose, Yuwen Bao High School Edition and Youth Beauty.
The essay Notes on Spring Day (I) was selected as the short and beautiful essays of China in 2008. Cold jade in the world of mortals was selected as a short story in China in 2009. "Fireworks on Earth" was selected as "20 10 Selected Short Stories of China". "One Belt with Spring" and "Fireworks on Earth" were selected as China Prose in 20 10. There are most prose works with reading records, exquisite prose that touches the soul and the most beautiful pastoral prose. He is the author of a collection of essays, Taste the Taste of Time. He is a member of Shaanxi Writers Association, China Electric Power Writers Association and China Prose Society.
"I have always felt that she has a subtle and elegant beauty of oriental women. Her beauty and gentleness are also a unique and flexible force. That kind of power is a trickle, flowing silently from the valley. That kind of love is a kind of power, such as crystal water drops on a cliff, which can be worn through by water drops. " This passage makes people feel that the classical literary classics read by the author since childhood seem to be green bamboo trees that support his education. She dabbles in modern and contemporary masterpieces, which makes her write with the pleasure of savoring the taste of time. Perhaps, the birthmark of life given by the ancient capital of the thirteenth generation made her consciously keep calm and calm outside the current noise. Inadvertently revealed pride and cold silence is precisely her unique sign language.
Time flies, Li Juan
A Bo Xue.
Snowflakes have been floating in the sky this winter. My cold river is crystal clear, and a faint Bo Xue often falls to the ground. Plum blossoms on the riverside, red plums reflecting snow, faint fragrance floating.
On a snowy night, read the poet's poem: If the river is full of snow tomorrow, it will be my love letter to you.
Brocade in the clouds, fish notes in the water, slender and simple, flower notes on the branches. These elegant and classical words, these beautiful and demure words, are all used to refer to letters. How many kinds of letters have literati written to lovers since ancient times? Those words as beautiful as swan feathers and poems as pure as snowflakes float between time and space and dreams, between the sky and the earth, between ideals and reality.
I have always thought that a pair of lovers who have never written affectionate letters, their love is pale and sad. A woman who has never received a sweet love letter, her love is like smoke on the roof. Yes, just fireworks and actual warmth in real life.
However, there is not a woman in this world who doesn't want Xu Zhimo's sweet words written to Xiaoman in Love My Eyebrows: "Dragon, my darling, you can't live without me in the future. Your last breath must know who your heart is, who your love is and who your soul is. " The love between Zhimo and Xiaoman is the love of talented people and beautiful women, with pity, care, brother and sister, selflessness, dedication, fanaticism and gentleman. The poet Xu Zhimo's life is a life with love as his career. He said, I will look for my life partner in the vast sea of people, and it is my luck to get it. No, my life. However, in the year when Xu Zhimo died, Xiaoman was only 29 years old. A woman as gorgeous as fireworks burned out her youth at the moment she left. Xiaoman never remarried. For 30 years, she has presented a bunch of flowers in front of Zhimo's spirit every day.
After parting, I remember meeting you, and I dreamed of being with you several times.
Later, she devoted her life to publishing the Complete Works of Zhimo. At that time, Zhimo was not a red poet, and there were not many friends willing to help him. Lu Xiaoman was the only one who put up with all the loneliness and sadness and did it for him. She just pinned her love on it.
People who know the true meaning of love like Cao Xueqin, Nalan Xingde, Yan and Xu Zhimo. Lu Xiaoman, Shi Pingmei, Song Qingru, Xu Guangping and other amorous women.
In A Book of Two Places by Lu Xun and Xu Guangping, Lu Xun affectionately called Xu Guangping "Little Hedgehog", while Xu Guangping called Mr. Wang "Little White Elephant". I like my husband's letter to Xu Guangping: "I haven't been depressed at all in the past two weeks, but now I'm thinking about the hedgehog buying towels and so on, and I'm pitifully running for the little white elephant. This property is really good. " I should go to Shanghai soon to control her. "
Ruthlessness is not necessarily a hero. Beneath Mr. Wang's sharp appearance like a sword, there is even a tender heart hidden. Mr. Wang is accompanied by her, and there is also the joy of plum blossoms in winter.
To love is to walk through the snow to enjoy the plum blossoms and talk at night around the stove. Love is listening to the waves, drinking tea and reciting poems by the river. Love is holding hands and looking at each other. Love is a pair of souls who know each other silently. Love is the brocade book he sent in the clouds, flying around him like snowflakes. Read it carefully, choose your words carefully, and keep your lips and teeth fragrant.
Those poems with talents and words with tears and laughter made them intoxicated by the fragrance of Ying Ying.
Two. Moss
Read an article recalling Mr. Lu Xun, which mentioned his original wife Zhu An.
This woman, who has been hiding in Lu Xun's aura, has been serving Lu Xun's mother for decades, this woman who respects the old lady as a guest of honor, and this woman who has never left the Zhou family after Lu Xun and Xu Guangping combined. After the death of Mr. Lu Xun, the relevant personnel went to Mr. Lu Xun's former residence and asked her for some relics of his life. She said, "I am also a relic of my husband."
I'm also my husband's legacy.
Reading such words scares me.
A deep sadness and desolation pierced the heart wall. At that time, many such women were drowned in the misty rain in Jiangnan. They have no strength to resist, escape and leave. They are like an object in the owner's house, a desk and chair, which are piled up by layers of dust in the fleeting time, abandoned by streamers and buried by dust. Such a woman is old, and there are pieces of old moss on the tiles of her old house. Endless green, so green that it can't stand the touch of the hands of years, seems to drop a little tears with a gentle grip.
Three. Han River
When I was alone by the river, it was dusk shrouded in mist. The white butterfly-like snow is coming with light steps, and the river is as quiet as a dream. The river here is wide and endless. The river in the cold winter is not a thin river, but a vast expanse of smoke, just like a fairyland.
The writer Thoreau said that the lake is the eye of the earth. I don't have a Jasper Lake, but I have a clear Han River. I like to see that river, whether it is sparkling or as quiet as a dream at the moment.
On the river, a fisherman rocked a boat and slowly slid across the river. Time flies, as if it were an instant return to ancient times, "a boat with a leaf, a bamboo coat, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow", an indifferent ink painting.
An old couple walked past me. She said, why didn't you see the swan by the river? They are often here at night. It seems that they often come for a walk by the river.
There it is! She pointed to a clump of reeds by the river in the distance.
Among the reeds, a pair of beautiful white swans held their heads high, their elegant necks crossed for a while, and they bowed their heads for food and embraced each other.
I once read a book that swans always feed in pairs and stay together in pairs. They have only one partner in their life. If one of them dies and the other doesn't live long, they will never leave. Some creatures in the world are actually more loyal and noble than us.
The fog is blurred and the river is silent.
Four. time flies
Yuefu poems spread among the people in the Eastern Han Dynasty and the Western Han Dynasty.
Its most attractive place is its warm and frank expression of love. Among them, the lovers' love vows in Biography of Shang Zhou: "Biography of Shang Zhou, I want to know you, and I want to live a long life." The mountains have no edges, the rivers are endless, the winter thunder is rolling, and the heavens and the earth are combined. I dare to be with you! "The declaration of love is so bold and resolute. If you love, you must love boundless mountains, and heaven and earth blend together. Such a confession is irrational, but true love is always fanatical and brave, without calculation and reason, isn't it?
A poem written to his lover in Yan's "Mountain Ci": "Many people don't believe that people are heartbroken, and whoever is cold at night is warm. I want to have sex in the afterlife, fearing that the afterlife will be short. " How greedy and infatuated are people who love each other hard? You can't be together for a long time in this life, only Sauvignon Blanc. We can't be together for a long time in this life, but we will be together in the next life. People who are so infatuated with each other have no regrets, and this life is more worthwhile.
The magic of love can span regions, ages, time and space, and even life and death.
French writer Duras wrote: I am old. One day, in the lobby of a public place, a man came up to me. He introduced himself voluntarily, and he said to me, "I know you and will always remember you." At that time, you were very young and everyone said you were beautiful. Now, I'm here to tell you that for me, I think you are more beautiful now than when you were young. At that time, you were a young woman. I love your ruined face more than your face at that time. "
This is a passage in the opening of the novel Lover written by Duras at the age of seventy. She dictated this passage, in Jayne? Andre's typewriter bounces like a spring. This passage seems to be 28-year-old Jahn again? Andre said it was for old Duras.
Love her, love the scars of years on her sad face. Love her, love the painful wrinkles on her old face.
Jayne, 22? Andre is a college student. As a loyal reader of Duras, he has been writing to her. That box of letters is like a cry and longing from the desert. It was not until one day five years later that Duras finally wrote back to him in the following year, which seemed to respond to the call of previous lives.
In Monta's poem, I wrote, "If you choose Wan Li, I will wipe the frost off your forehead.".
So Andre came, not the letter, and Andre came to Duras, who was lonely and old. Stay with her for sixteen years until the end of my life.
And love is not a simple event, let alone a Covenant. Love is the courage and persistence to jump in the direction of happiness, and love is the warmest retrospect of human spiritual world. He said, where are you? That's my home, my hometown.
Flowers are flying, which is a love letter written by the wind to spring. The falling stars are love letters written by the sky to the lake. Fine snow fluttering is a love letter written by the sky to the earth.
For everyone, there is always one person who will always be the love of your life.
It's only time that gets old. Not old, but a pair of loving souls. What is not old is always beautiful words, poems and love.