Then I thought, if you have heard of wild water ballads, you might also think of a book called Old Times.
Shui Ye, formerly known as Wang Maolin, was born in Fuping, Shaanxi.
Searching for the writer Shui Ye on the Internet, the first item shows his work "Old Times", which comes from Baidu Encyclopedia. The second is his blog, from Sina Weibo. His works, sometimes signed wild water, sometimes signed Wang Maolin, the name keeps changing, but the good words never change.
Old Times is a book I like very much. Very simple, very grounded.
The first time I met "Old Times", it coincided with the time when I retired from the army and went home. I packed my bags just for company. Wandering for two years, I am eager to return to my hometown as soon as possible and return to my long-cherished homeland.
Just then, on the return train, I saw the five-sided kiln in Shui Ye on my mobile phone. The writing is familiar, and the moss traces of the years can be seen everywhere in the text. In a few words, it describes a story of hundreds of years and the tragic fate of a man in northern Shaanxi.
I can't help feeling sad and lost in thought.
Distant villages write down their natural feelings and slowly tell people and things far and near.
I think of the caves in my hometown and the days when I lived in caves in those years. In order to build a few caves in the kiln, my parents took pains to transport stones from far away mountains, and invited people to ram the soil, lay the foundation, build the kiln arch and hit the windows ~ Now those houses are built with thick bricks and stones, and the dust falls on the old cabinets for many years. During the ten years of family migration, the children have grown up, and the caves that have been built for so long have only lived for ten years.
In the past ten years, I have endured the pain of missing my hometown and the pressure of supporting my family. What I care about is that children can continue to receive education and let them go to a broad world without having to turn their backs on the loess for the first half of their lives.
As the book says:
"Life is just a problem of overlapping. For us, whenever we eat bread and drink water, as long as disaster doesn't knock, it is happiness. "
Simple language explains the true meaning of life. Not only the village, but also all the working people at the bottom have the truest understanding of life.
There is a lyric in "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky": Wait for the sun to rise, or the accident will come first. ...
Looking back on the social events that have happened in recent years when I was a soldier, the Chongqing bus crashed into the river, the Dalian Liangshan fire accident, the Boeing max crash of Egypt Airlines, the derailment of Malaysia Airlines mh370, the recent Chenzhou bullet train and the collapse of the Guangzhou subway ... Tomorrow is still an accident, and I never know which one will come first.
Life comes and goes, and the years are still flustered. You never even know if the person you smiled with that morning will come back at night.
How humble is the pursuit of ordinary people, just seeking peace and joy.
Living in peace is the greatest happiness in life.