─ One of the Miscellanies of Longshan
Ling Ke
Alley is an elegant and quiet prose, and it is an ancient and diluted picture in urban architectural art.
This kind of alley, often in small cities in the south of the Yangtze River, is like an ancient girl, hiding in a quiet boudoir and refusing to show her face easily. You have to live in this city for a long time, and you really become a row with her, so that you can have a chance to meet her and get in touch with her elegant and quiet demeanor. She is not a mean alley in the country, with broken passes, muddy bumps, overgrown weeds and septic tanks scattered on both sides. She is not an alley in Shanghai, it is crowded with people. Vendors fell in love, and from time to time women in slippers came out of the dark door. Their hair is messy like autumn awnings dancing in the breeze, their eyes are full of red silk, and their faces are covered with overnight powder. They lazily went to the tiger stove to fetch water. Unlike the hutongs in the north, the dust is everywhere and the wind blows yellow sand.
This kind of alley is isolated from the world of mortals in the city, but it is not rural. She is deep and long, and it takes a long time to walk patiently and quietly alone. She is so tortuous. When you look ahead, it seems to have been blocked, but when you turn around, the alley is still deep and quieter. It is often quiet and lonely there. Whenever you wander in an alley, like a quiet evening, you can clearly hear your footsteps. The walls that are neither tall nor short are blocked on both sides, and mottled moss marks and strings of vines hang on the walls, like quaint screens. The walls are often people's backyards, with dense bamboo forests and delicate sounds; In spring, there are often a few delicate peach blossoms and apricot flowers, graceful and colorful, waving tea from the wall and waving to pedestrians. I walked through several wall doors, all of which were tightly closed, and no one was seen, because they were all people's back doors. A dog will lie occasionally, but it will never bark at you.
The moving thing about the alley is that it is extremely leisurely. As long as you wander in the alley for a while, your mood will be like an ancient well in the alley, which is a peaceful silence, not gloomy and cold. It is quiet in the noise, there is no heaven and earth, and it is still a person. It may be the modern Wuyi Lane, where every family has its own account of joys and sorrows, a history of ups and downs, but the doors overlap and are kept secret. In the sunset, weeds are idle, swallows are flying low, looking for their hometown. Just a breath as clear as water, purifying everything and making people forget their troubles.
Do you feel overworked? I suggest you often go for a walk in the alley in your spare time. That's the best way to relieve fatigue and adjust nervous heartstrings. If you are upset and depressed sometimes, I advise you to sing children's songs in the alley for a while, and you will be suddenly enlightened, feel comfortable and forget everything. Do you have a lover? I suggest not to take her to any famous gardens or scenic spots, or to take a walk in deep alleys in the twilight season. There, you two can speak freely and get closer. In the street, there is no such greedy glare and malicious squint. Occasionally, a figure appears at the door of the wall, often a secluded girl. When she sees you, she will avoid.
Alley is a typhoon shelter in the sea of people, which brings people a sense of security; It is a secluded place in the hustle and bustle of the city, which is better than Yuting Road and convenient for ordinary people to wander around.
Those who love to compete for profits and money, please go to the downtown area of the strip; Love to whisper and argue about right and wrong, please go to the teahouse and restaurant; If you like gongs and drums and the orchestra is noisy, please go to the Tiger Theatre. Love is quiet and indifferent, considerate, and deep alley welcomes you!
1930 autumn
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The alleys in the south of the Yangtze River have always had a touching charm in the writings of literati. "Rosefinch bridge weeds, Wuyi alley mouth sunset oblique. In the past, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people. " This is Liu Yuxi's poem, which expresses his deep lament for the rise and fall of the world. ""the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. " These two poems by Lu You express the feeling of being refreshed in boredom. Dai Wangshu, a modern poet, wrote in his masterpiece Rain Lane: "A person walks/walks in a long/lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella", which conveyed the poet's unspeakable disappointment. In the author's pen, the alleys in the south of the Yangtze River are superimposed with the most beautiful scenery in the world and write the true meaning of human life. After reading the article, what kind of feelings and impressions do you have about alley?
Whose shadow?
Liu Liangcheng
At that time, I liked to catch dragonflies in autumn afternoons. Dragonflies lay motionless on the western soil wall. I don't know where so many dragonflies came from. It seems that only a few birds are seen in one summer. Simply flying in the grass or crops, you can't see them in an instant. Maybe in autumn, people cut all the crops in the field, and dragonflies have nowhere to fall, all of them fall into the village. In the afternoon, almost every family's west-facing wall is covered with dragonflies, and the sunset shines on their slender transparent wings, with different filaments on their slender tails. Sneak along the wall, press with your hand and grab one. I didn't struggle when I grabbed it. One caught it, and the others were still lying quietly. If you can reach it, build a ladder and catch all the dragonflies on a wall. None of them flew away. It seems that the dragonfly is so obsessed with the sunshine at the moment, for fear that the warm time will fly away with a beat of its wings. Dragonflies fly around, and finally fly to an earthen wall in the sunset. People ran around and finally ran to a stump of a wall in the twilight of next year.
Dragonfly catching is just a child's game. Those who have grown up, sit on the wall and chat, or take a nap. Dragonflies spread all over the walls above them, climbing on the yellow brim, like an elaborate embroidery. People occasionally look up a few times, then take a nap or chat, and even mosquitoes that fall on their noses are too lazy to chase. The sunset seems to be too short. Finish one action and suck it all at once. People, dragonflies and mosquitoes have no scruples in the dying sunshine.
It was the same evening, a tall man came from the west field, carrying a shovel and stumbling. His back was covered with dragonflies basking in the sun, and he was unconscious. His clothes and hat were yellow by the sun. The back of his head is a little hot. He is coming down from a big slope in the west, and the shadow is in front of him. It is long and has arrived at home. His wife was cooking in the yard and saw her husband's shadow coming in through the open door, first a head-a head with a hat. Then the neck, a bent arm and a shovel across the shoulder. She told the child to wash his face: "Your father's shadow came into the room. You can eat it right away. "
The child soaked the water, put the washbasin on the ground, ran to the gate of the courtyard, and saw his father still walking in the distant field, a person, staggering. His shadow, like the water of a canal, flows home for a long time.
Whose father is that?
Her mother is cooking in the yard, and the door of the yard opens to the west. Who is standing at the door looking out? Who saw them ... He stopped, like a leaf in the wind and a grain of soil in the dust, blankly-he recognized the yard, the person who came back with a shovel at the end of the shadow, the eight empty bowls placed one after another on the stove, the gaps and fine lines on the sides of the bowls, the delicious dinner cooked in the iron pot, the eldest brother who was sitting against the wall and smoking.
He paused gratefully.
Smile at flowers
Liu Liangcheng
As soon as I turned around, the grass behind me was in full bloom. A large area. It seems that someone told a joke and made a beach of grass laugh.
I lay on the hillside thinking. Is it what I think-a strange idea in a person's mind makes the grass feel funny and laughs my head off in the breeze. Some laughed, some half covered their lips and couldn't help laughing. Two flowers are close to me, one is facing me, with thin pink petals, as if singing and laughing; The other turned his head to hide his face, but still couldn't hide his smile. I can't help laughing. Laugh first, then laugh.
This is my first time in the wilderness, laughing alone.
Another time, I slept in a green grass field south of the wheat field. I like this green grass very much. It is dark green and dark green, which is in sharp contrast with the surrounding yellow fields.
I think about a month ago, the man who watered the wheat field didn't care about water at all. Maybe he put the water in the wheat field and went to bed. The water overflowed the ridge and ran down the dry ditch. Weeds that have withered for many years have finally come to life. That kind of green has been accumulated for many years, just like hunger in my eyes. Although I can't rush to eat like a cow, I can sleep in the green grass. It is also very satisfying to sleep and dream with what you like.
A man who has been busy in the yellow field for half his life has finally waited for the green leaves for a year. A small piece Will the vegetation wait for me to get ahead?
These plants simply grow a few leaves, stretch a few branches and open a few small flowers, which have never grown taller or flourished. Every year from my smiling face and listless walking, is it depression?
I live too seriously, and my dull face seems to be numb to life, forgetting to smile at a flower and rejoice for a new leaf. It is not easy to bloom at one time, and it is a rare leaf. In the wilderness, my smile may be a welcome and encouragement to humble life. Like green grass, I can see the bright future in my life that has not yet come.
Later, I felt that I had become a member of the wilderness. In fact, it is not easy to really enter a wilderness. The wilderness is wide open, and this huge door makes you inadvertently come out when you try to enter and become an outsider. Its details are always closed to you.
Walking into a meadow, a drop of water or a bug may be further. Knowing a grass is not limited to feeding it into your mouth and chewing it. Dig a hole, plant yourself in it, water it, stand and wait for a while, wait for a long time. It may just be a sore leg and backache, but it can't be concluded that vegetation has grown in the soil. People don't have roots as deep as vegetation, and they can't know what is deep in the soil. People are buried in their own affairs and in the darkness. When people finish one thing and do it well, people will gradually come out.
What I get from vegetation is only the truth of some people, not the truth of vegetation. I thought I knew them, but I know myself. I don't understand them.
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The author adopts the writing method of "making sense", and puts the main idea and strong emotion of the article in the narrative description of objective things, rather than making it clear and blunt. In this paper, the author puts some of his own feelings about life and being a man into the thinking triggered by Smiling at a Flower, which makes the article break away from the general, empty and false characteristics of reasoning.
No matter the wind and rain, the sun and the moon shuttle, the flower always opens her most beautiful smiling face and petals to the world. And a flower and a world, a leaf and a bodhi, everything in the world has its own reasons for survival, especially people. In fact, a person's growth is also like the growth of a flower. When flowers smile at us, should we also give the world a smile?