About the author:
Zong Pu, formerly known as Feng Zhongpu, is a contemporary female writer from Tanghe, Henan. Is the daughter of the famous philosopher Mr. Feng Youlan. She grew up at home and attended Chengzhi Primary School affiliated to Tsinghua University. When the Anti-Japanese War broke out, he went to Kunming with his father and attended the middle school affiliated to National Southwest United University. 1945 back to Beijing. 65438-0946 entered the Foreign Languages Department of Nankai University, and 65438-0948 transferred to the Foreign Languages Department of Tsinghua University. He once worked in China Federation of Literary and Art Circles and Editorial Department, and Institute of Foreign Literature of China Academy of Social Sciences. Zong Pu has been engaged in the study of foreign literature for many years, absorbing the essence of China's traditional culture and western culture, and is knowledgeable and charming. Main works: Red Bean, Dream on String, Series of Novels, Introduction to Wild Gourd, etc.
What a beautiful hibiscus flower!
Zong Pu
This is another year in Qiu Lai. White jade and spring flowers are cold, and ice and snow news comes out first. Canna also opened at this time. Red and yellow flowers stand on the vast green leaves and don't care about the chill of autumn. Ziwei seems a little delicate and has never seen flowers. Hibiscus bloomed twice.
Furong used to give me the impression of mediocrity. Many flowers and trees were devastated during the Cultural Revolution, but they saved their lives and accompanied the once famous Xanthoceras sorbifolia Bunge for fear that the royal plants would be too lonely.
In the past two years, the hibiscus in this small garden has blossomed twice, which is extraordinary.
On the solstice of the autumn of the year before last, my family just recovered from the grief of death and faced the confusion of young people's lives. We don't know what will happen next minute. We are in extreme fear. When I am fidgeting, I have to walk in the grass garden. At that time, the grass in the garden was knee-deep In addition to our dear Hosta in the basic team, there are only two honeysuckle trees with small red fruits hanging like agate buttons. I don't expect to see other colors.
Suddenly, among the green grass, a little purple flashed, bright and gentle, and turned several times. I was busy pulling weeds and walked over. I saw a purple flower on a low green branch.
This is hibiscus. The hibiscus blooms, and it is purple.
Of the three colors of hibiscus, purple is the best. That red color is extremely incorrect, as if the paint had not been adjusted properly; An old friend with white flowers and a hairpin are enough. What I want to see most is purple, which echoes with February orchids in early spring and vines in early summer, so that the fantasy of purple can fill the small garden, let the wind blow away sadness and keep dreams.
Surprised, I carefully removed the weeds around me, dug a shallow pit and poured water on it. The water soon seeped down. After a gust of wind, the grass overflowed with green waves, delicate purple, as thin as cicada's wings, and cocked its head in the green waves, which was a little naughty, but I didn't know it looked strange.
After four or five full moons last year, the looted small garden suffered again. There is a small building next to the garden, which is used to build a useful building. Mud, bricks, steel bars and wooden strips are piled up in the garden, like a disorderly growing hill, with all the plants under it. I am used to this scene, knowing that after it is destroyed, there will always be a new beginning, although it will take a long time.
Unexpectedly, when I was walking on this rugged mountain road in Qiu Lai, I suddenly saw several green branches sticking out of bricks and steel bars. On the green branch, a purple flower is trembling and opening!
My heart is shaking, and a tragic feeling has seized me. Most of the soil is buried, and it still blooms!
I crossed the obstacle and got closer to see the flower struggling under the heavy pressure. It's still that delicate petal as thin as cicada's wings, slightly wrinkled, and there seems to be a belt tied at the pedicle of the flower, but it stretches itself. It doesn't feel the hardship of the environment, nor does it feel strange.
Suddenly I feel that this is a fairy tale flower. If you hold it, any wish will come true, because what you hold is the courage to face all difficulties.
Purple streamers are scattered, covering the messy construction site. Ran Ran stood up, leaned against the bright Xia Zi and looked at me with a smile.
Sure enough, this year has a new beginning. Hibiscus flowers are much taller and more lush, but there are still no flowers after the Double Ninth Festival.
I often wander around it, looking forward to the flower that shocked me.
Even if there are more flowers, it won't be the one last year. Maybe a monument is needed to commemorate the tragic past?
Writing background: Zong Pu, a modern female writer, was originally named Feng Zhongpu. She was born in Tanghe, Henan, and in Beijing. Is the daughter of the famous philosopher Mr. Feng Youlan. She grew up at home and attended Chengzhi Primary School affiliated to Tsinghua University. When the Anti-Japanese War broke out, he went to Kunming with his father and attended the middle school affiliated to National Southwest United University. 1945 back to Beijing. 65438-0946 entered the Foreign Languages Department of Nankai University, and 65438-0948 transferred to the Foreign Languages Department of Tsinghua University. Worked in China Federation of Literary and Art Circles and Editorial Department.
Zong Pu engaged in foreign literature research for many years, absorbed the essence of China traditional culture and western culture, was deeply educated and full of energy.
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Appreciate:
Zong Pu's "What a Hibiscus Flower" describes a hibiscus flower that has bloomed twice, and realizes the true meaning of life that it can struggle tenaciously under heavy pressure and face all hardships.
Zong Pu's prose often contains fiery emotions in calm narration, which closely combines emotional input with philosophical comprehension. To some extent, this is also due to the author's good use of the method of wanting to promote first and restraining later. First of all, he said that hibiscus flowers left a mediocre impression on me, saying that many flowers and trees were destroyed during the Cultural Revolution, but they all died. It is said that the reason is that its flowers are edible, which is probably better than the turf before it stayed. It is this that makes hibiscus bloom twice, which brings profound thinking to the author. In fact, it is from these tiny lives that the author extracts the strength and power that are full of them. Like people, Hua's life journey may not be smooth sailing, and she is bound to encounter all kinds of helpless sadness and misfortune in the historical journey. Flowers bloom and fall with the ups and downs of human destiny, and the decline of Huarong flowers cement the rise and fall of society. Perhaps, it is through that hibiscus that the author tells us that when life encounters misfortune, we should not be overwhelmed by it, but face a new life, cheer up and devote ourselves to the cause.
The author's unique language is also an aspect worth learning. The full-text language is unadorned, just like talking to people, coming with an expression, sincere and natural feelings, unconsciously touching the hearts of readers. This also tells us that writing doesn't have to pursue the beauty of language blindly, and it doesn't have to pile up gorgeous rhetoric blindly. All the words just let it come out naturally from the heart.