In his article My Primary School, he said that a mother who can tell stories and a poor life since childhood are far-sighted factors that make me such a writer. For him, poverty not only means that his childhood life is unsatisfactory, but also makes him precocious, prompting him to doubt and think about life from an early age. Understand life and blend in.
Liang regarded the Chinese textbook as his earliest book when he was in the second grade of primary school, and it happened that a Chinese teacher who advocated flexible teaching methods found and gave him the opportunity to show his storytelling ability in front of the whole class. Such a precious opportunity also satisfied his vanity.
It suddenly occurred to me that when I was a child, I especially liked Chinese classes and Chinese teachers. The first time I kept a diary was in the second grade. I deeply remember using 50 words to describe the dog tail grass on the roadside, which was praised by the Chinese teacher for his careful observation and vivid description. At the same time, my inner vanity has been satisfied and I love writing more. As a result, literary hobbies such as poetry, writing and reading are deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Liang's first love happened in the Great Northern Wilderness. He said that he likes gentle, kind, introverted and emotionally pure women. In that conservative era, young women with "cheerful and lively personality" were too easy to be criticized and criticized. In the confrontation with the times. It is likely that they will finally compromise. "
Love in that era was shy, pure and beautiful, but it was also full of bondage and ideological burden.
"We are in love. Hugs, kisses and vows of eternal love. They all naively believe that their hearts have a reliable reliance from now on. We are all moved by ourselves and each other. I think how happy it is to love someone and be loved by someone in this vast world! But it never occurred to us that we didn't talk about marriage, and we didn't talk about couples that far away. It seems that the future is really too far away. Even love is "outrageous", and the original reasonable idea looks like a fairy tale ... "
-"First Love"
Yes, as Liang said, the first love is unforgettable because of pure feelings!
Later, I saw Liang's marriage. His kind and lovely wife, lively and simple, was the only big girl who was not frightened by his "confession" of poverty and embarrassment in childhood. After the marriage, he was honest with her, with no privacy and no respect. She "does nothing" to him, and he learned from her "family policy" how a married man respects and loves himself. ...
I don't know what kind of mother or father we will be in a few years. I think Liang must have mixed feelings when he wrote down his feelings as a father.
"His maturity is exactly what makes me happy and sad at the same time."
"Such a son always reminds me that I am just the father of a boy in Grade Two. In addition, there may be nothing and no capital to be proud of. "
-"The feeling of being a father"
Speaking of family background, in Liang's mind, his mother is like a tree and his father is like a mountain. They taught him many simple ways of dealing with people, which benefited him all his life, and the popularization tendency in his works is inseparable from the education and influence of his parents since childhood.
Writer Mo Yan once talked about his mother's indispensable influence on him and even changed his life in his Nobel acceptance speech.
Liang was born in a family of construction workers in Harbin, with five brothers and sisters. His father went to work in other places to support his family when he was very young, and his mother had to take care of the lives of five children, which was very difficult. His mother impressed him like a tree, which does not lose its leaves in autumn, and will wait until the next spring when new leaves grow and dead leaves fall.
In the days when there was no food and shoes were hard to protect, Liang once stole the only bean cake around the old man because of hunger. When his mother learned about it, she not only stopped him in time, but also gave him the only potato and corn bread left. When all the children went home, Liang was asked to tell her behavior again, and she began to give him a severe lesson. And these principles have benefited him for life.
Although he is poor, his mother is very supportive of his study. Buy A Liang's new book with hard-earned money. My mother works in a factory. There is no ventilation and sunshine. It is hot in Leng Xia in winter. In his articles about his mother, he wrote many times about her difficult environment, and her heart was full of guilt and gratitude.
"The workshop is very hot. Everyone wears a thick mask. The whole workshop is like a cotton mill. Red cotton wool is flying in the air. All the masks worn by mothers are covered with red cotton wool, which is on their hair, face and eyelashes. It's hard to tell who my mother is. "
-"Parents are the simplest humanities"
"Seventy or eighty broken sewing machines are arranged in a row, and seventy or eighty old women are busy behind their sewing machines. Because of the dim light, every woman has a light bulb hanging on her head. I can't open the window in hot summer. The heat from 70 or 80 women and 70 or 80 light bulbs makes me feel like I'm in a steamer. Those women are so hot that they only wear vests. Some vests are fat, some are thin, and some wear men's suspenders, revealing a considerable number of plump or shriveled breasts, which is very strange. Felt like a brown mist, like a long snowflake, floating between a woman and her mother. And they have to wear masks one by one. There are three solid brown circles on the masks of women and mothers. That's because their nostrils and oral breath wetted the mask and they felt wool attached to it. Female mother's hair, arms and vest almost turned brown, furry brown. I feel as if I were among the men and women of the caveman era. "
-"loving mother"
What moved Liang most was that in a three-year natural disaster, his mother made noodle soup with leftover flour, gave her share to a beggar who came to beg, and sent him face washing water and stools. However, this was mistakenly thought by neighbors that his family had more food to eat. Since then, Liang Jia has no food subsidy, but her mother does not regret it. She set an example and exerted a subtle influence on the children.
"The parents of our generation have hardly lived a happy old age. When Lao She wrote about his mother, she said that my mother didn't wear good clothes and didn't eat well. What can I write about her? I can feel the writer's mood at that time. When Xiao Gan wrote about his mother, he said that he finally joined the work and bought canned food for his mother with his first month's salary. When he fed canned food to his mother in the hospital bed, she had stopped breathing. Recalling his mother, Ji Xianlin wrote, I regret going to Beijing to study in Tsinghua. If it weren't for this, my mother wouldn't have trained me to study so hard. My mother didn't even tell me when she was sick. When I got home, my mother had died. I can't wait to hit my mother's coffin and go with her ... There are many such parents. "
-"Parents are the simplest humanities"
Write less about first love and depression, less about fashion and fashion, and more about parents. How can you know the world if you don't even know your parents?
Liang's father is also very simple. "When dad came home, his legs were swollen, so happy. Half of the two dozen steamed buns that were frozen hard left their father's teeth marks on them. Three pairs of labor insurance shoes are suede buffalo hide, each pair has worn places, and my dad patched them with leather pieces, which he picked up from the construction site. Bring it back to me, my brother and my third brother. "
Liang's father never drinks tea, but he never forgets to bring a pack of tea from a foreign land for his neighbors to taste. In order to repay his kindness, he brought the tea bag back from Sichuan and back again. After several years of twists and turns, no matter how hard it is, it can't stop his mind and inner gratitude.
-"Father and Tea"
Liang's father is a serious man who has worked hard all his life. Even as an extra, he is serious enough to be cute.
"Father sat very special. That's a sit tight. The costume worn by the actor is a brown silk robe. He lifted the back of his robe, covered it on his sorrow, and rolled up the front of his robe and put it on his knee. He didn't lean against the wall or anything. He just sat end to end. I don't know how long he sat. Obviously, he is afraid that the robe will be stained with dust or wrinkled ... "
"In the dark, I heard my father's sigh. It was a long time before I heard him say,' Hey, I'm worried about our director! "He is worried that it will rain these days ..." "
"Now there are not many people in China who do things seriously and behave seriously. China people now seem to have lost their sense of responsibility for everything. Even people in front of officials are unwilling to be officials seriously. Some things, for me, are getting less serious. It seems that being serious is a very bad thing for yourself first. "
-"Father's Actor Career"
When I read Liang's letter to my brother and sister, I felt a warm current in my heart, as if he were my brother, giving me sincere advice and help.
"Elder sister, in order to live a good life of ordinary people, cheer up forever! The lives of ordinary people are right in front of us. This is our life. Stick to this life, and then stop fantasizing about other life. Recently, I often think that the vast majority of people on this planet are actually living the lives of ordinary people in different countries and with different living standards. The most indispensable thing in life, I think, is the word warmth. Life without warmth, or life? Warmth is a kind of comfort, but it is not just comfort. Warmth often belongs to the small situation of life. And warmth, even in the poor's shack, can present a kind of life situation. Warmth is the experience and enjoyment of ordinary people ... I still remember how brightly we painted and cleaned a broken house when we were young! When we were young, how difficult it was at home! But aren't there many warm days? "
-"Live an Ordinary Life"
In fact, although Liang is a prestigious writer, he bears a heavy burden. He not only has his own family, but also takes care of his brother who has been living in a mental hospital all the year round, and helps his sister and takes care of his parents.
"My brother's illness is entirely caused by the word' poor'. When the word "poor" was destroyed, he was elected as the president of the student union as soon as he was admitted to the university ... "
"I don't think my prayers are too much for someone who has spent most of 48 years in a mental hospital and is still under house arrest. If there is a god, Buddha or other gods, I would like to make an agreement with them: if my prayer is fulfilled, even if my life will end on the day after my brother's death, then I would rather never regret it! "
"In China, not all mental patients have a novelist or a famous movie actor who earns royalties!
I pray to myself again: God, there are some responsibilities in the world, even the most natural family responsibilities, which can never be borne by every family just by ethical feelings! Take care of them and save them. ......
This time, in my opinion, God is not any God, but-our country ... "
-"Brothers"
In Liang's works, Erxiao is a low-level figure who begs for a living everywhere in society, but he is lucky to be saved by Liang. He is kind and simple, with all the tenacious character and bad habits of the "grassroots".
"Sometimes I look at our country with a population of1300 million.' Grassroots' are everywhere; I think so. It is still increasing.
And I, because I come from them, am attached to their roots from the roots. If you don't stop chopping, the reason will be chaotic. Better than them, but just better than them, failed them again and again.
How can my' broken car' bear many hardships in the world?
I can only write some words to pay homage to the broken fate I had with them and comfort my helplessness ... "
-"Sacrificing the roots of weeds"
I like Liang's works very much. The simplicity revealed in the ordinary narrative, the people and things neglected in his life are vivid and full in his works, and the overflowing emotions and the writer's feelings are not artificial, which makes people sound like things happening around them.
"The first thing that dirties the street is the food stalls sold now-pancakes, fried dough sticks, porridge, fried liver, fried spring rolls, chaos, roasted mutton, and vegetables, plus killing chickens and ducks and cutting fish ... As soon as the morning market is over, the streets are full of messy things, and the sidewalks and streets are greasy and stick to the soles when they leave. When it rains, the streets drip like boiling water, and rotten leaves and oil flowers float on the black water. "
Dirty, crowded, noisy and smelly, many people in this street can't wait to raise money to buy hundreds of bags of strong washing powder and dozens of wire brushes, and then hire a sprinkler to launch voluntary labor to thoroughly clean this greasy and dirty street. However, even the street Committee and the urban management department are helpless about such a small street.
But unexpectedly, Liang's pen became "what a well-educated street this is!" Lessors and renters have an income of 50,000 to 60,000 yuan every year, either people at the bottom of the city or compatriots in rural areas. This is the hardest truth! Shouldn't all other truths be subject to this truth? "
The northeast rural girl who sells big slag porridge, a bowl of 3 yuan, fresh corn porridge, only occupies a little more than one square meter of sidewalk pavement; A peasant woman has been selling soybean milk and tofu with a three-wheeled flatbed for more than ten years. Couples who sell baked wheat cakes with kitchen carts come to help adults make a living during winter and summer vacations. The girl's face is full of premature vicissitudes.
"This small street, which has lasted for more than ten years, naturally produces a character, that is, sympathy between people. The so-called harmony, for this small street, is tolerance first.
The hardships of some compatriots' livelihood, life and survival are vividly presented in this small street. There is also a primary school in the small street-the ceramic tile wall is inlaid with the four characters of Tao Xingzhi's head phone "Love the whole world". Holly shrubs with low roots hide evil spirits and avoid evil spirits, and leaves are often stained with phlegm. Mr. Xingzhi looks at this small street from the wall all day. I didn't expect his eyes to seem more and more hesitant and gentle. "
"If you don't, you won't be disorderly." -Old Ran's words are worth a thousand words! "
-"Streets of Tension"
Liang used words to describe his ordinary life, and there was no lack of * * between the lines. His delicate feelings and thoughts about life and his reverence for life are the kind of compassion and simple sense of social responsibility for the people at the bottom.
"And now I seem to understand more and more-novels should be ordinary, ordinary and ordinary in nature. In an era when even philosophy has been popularized, the so-called profundity of novels is either a show by the writer or a boring and vulgar tout by the people who eat this bowl of rice. I see through the so-called writers who study for literature, but in fact they don't exist today. I think I am an enlightener of the public, or a fighter shouldering the mission of the times. Naturally, I am wishful thinking and very Don Quixote. "
-"My mission"
Excerpted from past lives reading the beam, March 2008, 2065438+2008.