What moved us?
Wei Tian suddenly turned into a butterfly and died in the summer of 2007. Two years later, my mother, who has been unable to get out of the pain of losing her beloved daughter, sorted out part of her daughter's diary and published "Half an acre of flowers". The print run was small, and she didn't want the book to spread like wildfire. It quickly became popular on the Internet and among people, causing a Tian Wei fever. The broadcast of this program by CCTV's "Meridian Liuzhu" has aroused people's deep concern and examination of the spiritual connotation of youth literature.
I sat in front of the computer for almost a whole day. Occasionally take a sip of water in a thermos cup, and the tip of your tongue suddenly becomes numb. The cup was put down, and I still sat. There is a blog in the computer called "Half an acre of flower fields". There is a book at hand called "Half an acre of flower fields". I wanted to write a book review, but I found my thoughts entangled in those words for a long time, and I didn't even know what I wanted to express. I only remember that tears flowed down again and again, dried up and covered with new warmth.
Wei Tian, the author of Half an acre in a Flower Field, a beautiful girl, died of blood disease in the summer of 2007. She was a junior that year. "Half an acre of flower fields", the name of her blog, became a prophecy in one sentence. A fairy-like girl left a half-acre flower field to become a butterfly, but there are still messages on her blog. Her book has become a snuggle for us to keep warm this winter.
A 20-year-old girl's silence in the face of death, her experience of illness and her perception of life, like a whirlpool, involved us at the same time. Let's look at those nights when the pain spread. A child illuminates the whole life with her young light.
Tian Wei left quietly. Several close friends of the university found a large number of diaries stored in the computer hard disk when sorting out her belongings. In memory of her, the students sorted it out and printed it out. To the students' great surprise, from the moment she learned that she was ill to the day before her death, every word was a grateful story. Tian Wei remembers writing about growth from his playmates in primary school. Without any complaints, the courage to face death is like a stubborn little flower, which will bloom no matter how strong the wind is. The child used love, kindness, simplicity and gratitude to resist physical pain and the decline of life.
Tian Wei said in his diary, "If you can, let my right eye shed tears. The other eye makes it bright and smiling. "
In June 2007, Wei Tian learned on the Internet that a girl aged 19 died unfortunately. Seeing her mother's heartbreak, she thought of her mother. She wrote: "If I leave, I will stop at a certain moment in a sudden way and stop moving forward. I dare not think. I dare not think about how my mother will live in the future. Several times, I timidly said to her, Mom, if I am not by your side, you should be as happy as you are now, okay? Don't worry me. Mother pretended as if nothing had happened and touched my head, silly child. What are you talking about? "
"Mom said, if only I could regenerate you. You seem to hate yourself and make me sick. You think you've caused me constant pain. Mom, I will always thank you for giving me life. Although this body has many disappointments, life has always been a unique and most precious gift. I am grateful that I am your daughter in this life, and thank you for being able to snuggle up beside you and open your heart in your palm. Mom, the unfortunate part is our common destiny, but happiness is a deeper theme. "
More flowers are in full bloom.
When Tian Wei's college classmates handed the sorted diary of Tian Wei to the mother before graduation, Tian Wei's mother had an idea that she would publish a book for her daughter, but Tian Wei's wish to write came true. Mother said, I just want to burn some books in front of the child's grave as a souvenir. So, Mama Tian took 45,000 yuan and went to several publishing houses. Many places don't give it because they have no money. Finally, she published 800 books in Kunlun Publishing House.
The book reached Hou Jianfei, the director of the distribution department. He flipped through it, and was suddenly moved by the innocence and gratitude for life revealed in the book. He took it home and read it all night. At dawn, he decided to publish the book. In just one and a half months, there was no vigorous publicity. The number of "one flower field and half an acre" ranges from 800 to 5,000 and then to 25,000. Thousands of books have been added from bookstores in Jiangsu and Hubei, and online bookstores require a weekly supply of 1500 books. More and more people are moved by Wei Tian.
A reader left a message on Tian Wei's blog before his death: "I wonder if this clear water was disturbed when we strangers came to see you today. Maybe you will forgive us, because you know, many people are looking for peace at that moment. As I have always thought, a good article, like a person with connotation, is simple, quiet, unassuming and impetuous. Did you say goodbye? In your handwriting, I can't see the sadness of parting. Fortunately, I didn't know you were gone until two years later. I saw your footprints. Otherwise, I think how sad I will be at that time! "
Hou Jianfei, who has been pushing this matter, said: "I feel very lucky because I read Half an acre in a Flower Field and got to know Wei Tian and her writing, except for the faint sadness. I suddenly realized that Wei Tian was like my daughter! My daughter should be like this: like a fairy, simple, clean, considerate, like reading aloud, preferring flowers and plants. She quietly recorded happiness and sadness, human life and death, love and hate, the breath of flowers, the jump of fish, wrote down every Chinese character one by one, carefully covered the misspelled punctuation with pure white correction fluid, and suddenly felt pity in her heart. Between close friends, I like a clear voice and a shallow smile, and I prefer to give close friends more than three nicknames ... "
However, life is like a circle with many gaps, and these gaps are regrets. A person's life, no matter how long, can't be without regrets, and so can Tian Wei. If you carefully read Half an acre in a Flower Field, you will find that behind those sad words, the teenage girl hides countless regrets that she brought to heaven: for example, her mother published a book for her at her own expense regardless of her own efforts; For example, mother's endless tears, sadness and loneliness; For example, father's silence and drunkenness; For example, how much she wants to wear a white wedding dress before going to heaven. ...
In Wei Tian's short life, in the calm eyes with death, we would like to thank her for leaving beautiful words.
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The encounter between man and book.
No one who describes Wei Tian can describe her love affair with books more accurately than herself: "I want to spread myself out with the right light in this season. Like a book, I lie flat by the window of the breeze, let the wind blow, let the air read my body, and I talk endlessly, silently and fragrant. It will be a quiet afternoon, bright enough; It's time to forget the gains and losses. My life has become such a book, a word, in full bloom, like a crimson flower. I just want this, without fear and sadness, as if I were just held by a huge universe and placed in the cradle of blue sky outside the world. A distant voice said to me: gratitude, kindness, beauty and love. If books are conscious, then they should be the happiest elves. They don't say a word, but they know everything. They are waiting on the bookshelf, with one hand and one heart that loves knowledge. Sometimes, such a wait will take a long time. In the old book section of the library, I met many books waiting to grow old. Their pages are neat, which let me know that they have been lonely for a long time, covered with dust and leaked the precipitation of time. I flipped through their pages, my fingers rubbed between them, and I stopped looking and my temperature. There is an old-fashioned book borrowing record card on the back cover of the book, and the date stops in the spring of 1986, which is also the spring when I was born. In 20 spring and autumn, there is another child who loves books in the world. For 20 years, it has been waiting for people to meet books on the shelves ... "