Zhong Lu is the first beauty in my memory, because one can't see many people who can really afford the title of "beauty" in one's life, so my memory of Zhong Lu is as cherished as others hide a famous painting and don't show it to others easily, so I won't tell others about her easily. Unless it is a happy moment, let me tell a friend boldly and excitedly how I once saw a real beauty.
When I was very young, I often heard some unfortunate stories about beautiful women. I printed this superstition long ago, as if beautiful women were always unlucky in this life. Especially a young woman with a very bleak life experience told me for the first time that there is so-called beauty in the world. She is a relative of my family and is traditionally regarded as the most beautiful person in the family. Although she has been dead for many years, when it comes to her, everyone still feels that way. Only after the death of a beautiful woman can people feel that way. Speaking of her, everyone will always have some good memories. My aunt often remembers the day when my grandmother went to the funeral. The man came to the funeral in a white shirt. Because she is a married woman-in fact, she has been widowed for more than a year at that time-according to the example of our country, she has a bald handkerchief wrapped around her head. Imagine a face as quiet as a flower; A slender and graceful figure; A Bai Mudan; Crying about your poor life experience through someone else's painful funeral is not a beautiful picture! When my aunt talked about her, she never forgot to mention how she walked with a unique richness and how bitter and sad she was when she cried. At that time, I was too young to remember seeing this beautiful woman in plain clothes on the day of the funeral, and I don't know how many times I was disappointed afterwards. Whenever people sit around and talk about this person at night, I always feel so heartbroken that I try my best to meditate late into the night.
Maybe it's because I really don't remember her. Only by family legends from time to time, this relative beauty has never been questioned in my heart. After some years, gradually, I am not as ideal as when I was a child, and everything is in doubt, just like the sand inside. I always like to say that there should always be one or two beautiful women in the world from time to time, but I have never seen them with my own eyes. This sentence was not cancelled until I met Lu Zhong. I changed it to another sentence: I feel very lucky to meet a beautiful woman without doubt in my life.
When I entered XX University in XX City, USA, Lv Zhong was an old student who had left school. However, I often hear the name "Lv Zhong" in school less than a month. Among the old classmates, every time I mention the old things in school, I always think of her. There is no doubt that she is the most admired figure among them.
There are many myths about Zhong Lu's decency, her personality and her family background. A classmate told me how rich Zhong Lu's family was, one told me how beautiful her father was as an officer and when he died, and another told me how beautiful Zhong Lu was and how different his temper was from others. Because of love, someone told me that she and her mother had never been together. They have worked hard by themselves and lived in many places, but they are always so arrogant, chic and beautifully dressed. It is also said that Zhong Lu's mother is a Greek and a musician, and she is very good-looking. She lives in France and Italy, so Zhong Lu can speak several languages. People often tell me stories about many young people who are crazy about love. All in all, I really heard a lot about Zhong Lu, but I just realized that I was not very excited at that time.
There are only two stories in the story, but I remember them clearly and deeply, and then I unconsciously became curious about Zhong Lu.
One is the most beautiful lesbian in the same department. She said that that year, the school held a grand art costume performance, in which eight women wore medieval nun costumes. She is the manager of the producer department, and every dress is issued by the pattern department. She had it cut and then tried it on. One night, when she came back a little late from dinner, she met a person from the clothing department at the entrance of the clothing room and told her that many clothes were ready and she needed someone to try them on, but the light was broken and everyone was looking for foreign wax everywhere.
"Guess," she continued, "what did I see when I opened the door? ……"
She held her breath and looked at everyone laughing. I wasn't the only one listening to the story at that time. ) "You think, you think there are several candles in a room, high and low; Shadows are shooting everywhere; On a table, quietly stood a green bell-an incredible little medieval nun, with her eyes slightly lowered and a long lighted candle in her hand. Simple and quiet, straight like a religious painting! Pulling the knocker, I was in awe for a long time, and then I couldn't say a word! ..... When people's laughter woke me up, I had written this impression that I will never forget. "
After listening to this story, Lv Zhong began to have a basis in his heart. Every time I hear Lv Zhong's name again, a picture comes to my mind. Vaguely, I saw the old young nun, hanging her eyes slightly and walking by with a wax figure.
The second time, I got a vague image of Zhong Lu, which came from a story told by a male classmate. This thin classmate doesn't like to talk at ordinary times, and he is a melancholy and thoughtful teenager-I heard that the classmate who traveled to South Africa for love and never came back is his roommate's good friend. One day it rained heavily, and I worked with him in the studio. It is getting dark. Although it's not time to light the lamp, I still packed my things and sat under the window watching the rain. Suddenly I heard him say:
"It's strange that when it rains heavily, I always think of Lv Zhong!"
"Why?" I'm a little curious.
"Because there was a heavy rain the year before last," he also went to the window and sat down, looking out. "It's much heavier than today's rain," he squinted to himself. "Terribly black. Many people are painting upstairs. It was just me and Bertson standing downstairs under the eaves of the front door smoking. There was no one in the street, and the trees swayed like prisoners because of the rain. An unspeakable gloom and loneliness enveloped the whole street without business, and everything beside the street was silent. Suddenly, I heard the doorbell ring behind me, the door opened, and a man slipped past me, down the steps and into the heavy rain! ..... that's Lv Zhong. ...
"I know it's Zhong Lu's back, so slender and flexible. Although she covered her head with a scarf folded into a triangle, she grabbed the first two corners of the scarf under the article with one hand, like a Russian village girl. Bertson said Zhong Lu was crazy, so I couldn't help calling her back. Zhong Lu, come back and listen to me! I seem to be begging her sincerely. When I heard the sound, she turned around in the rain and saw me. She smiled with a crooked face, revealing a row of shell-like teeth. "When my friend said it, he turned around and smiled at me." You can't imagine that there is such a beautiful person like her in the world! No matter what others say, I will never forget that in that storm, she turned her head and smiled like that, wrapped in a triangular scarf like a village girl. "
This picture powerfully passed through my consciousness, and I watched the rain and the studio shrouded in shadows. The friend crossed his hands and said solemnly:
"I like the simplicity of bell green, and the taste of the city is always so pure for her! That day, my enthusiastic roommate also saw the bell green in the rain on the upstairs window, like a naughty village girl, like a wild horse without a halter, shouting hard. Hearing this, Zhong Lu leaned forward for a moment and ran away at once. Lightning above split empty, surrounded by crazy rain, and soon she disappeared into the mist. .........................................................................................................................................................
"Strange," he sighed, "I always remember it. Lv Zhong seems to be a natural memory in the storm. "
After listening to this interruption, I added a faint bell green to my imagination.
Half a year has passed. During this half a year, I became more familiar with this thin friend and often came to tell me the news of Zhong Lu quietly. She moved from one city to another, and her experience always followed her footsteps. It seems that fate never cooperates with her, and many things are not smooth.
One day in autumn, my friend brought me two bell-green letters with beautiful handwriting, so I left them and read them carefully, which was very interesting. It was the first time to find a job during the summer vacation. I have learned a lot from the noise of the city several times, and I am very sympathetic to the wandering Lingqing.
"Have you studied the so-called arts and crafts?" She smiled in the letter. "You once taught me how to adjust colors one by one and draw ideal lines. Do you think it's weird ... I don't think you can guess that a dozen girls and I have been painting with our heads down for two or three weeks ... You close your eyes and catch your breath, and I'll tell you! Flower paper on the wall, good friend! Can you believe it? Bundles of pink roses are scattered from our hands, whole and half-because someone runs a factory to do this beauty! ……
"No, no, why should I blush? Now we are all soldiers in the industrial war-(what a beautiful war! )-and you know, everyone's reward is different; The owner of the flower paper factory bought two new villas this year. We ate a little less dinner the night before, and then went to listen to music. Thank you for the rose bouquet! ……"
Humorously, humorously, she wrote such a naughty complaint. Another letter:
"... well, it's autumn. Thank God, artificial roses are going to wither. This time, I decided not to make any flowers. The task of forcing others' eyes to degenerate requires courage that I do not have. I failed, and I don't know which part of my heart is hurt. ……
"The purpose of my coming to the village is to spread knowledge to the simple people in the village! Xx bookstore gives me business, children's books and common sense, and I can walk around with samples of' knowledge'. That lovely old lady asked me for the latest cooking books and worked until a very thin woman wanted to read a novel about city life-you know you like the kind of city romance in evening dresses!
"I always find some contradictory smiles at night and go back to the house. Old ladies in the country are all ideal mothers. I haven't eaten much milk in my life, slept in a softer duck down quilt, and the primitive farmers with hoes in their hands were all gently cultivated by their mothers. I love their simple feelings and life, as if day and night, sun and shadow, farming and eating and sleeping, husband and wife, son and mother, happiness and hardship are evenly placed at both ends of Libra. ……
"The charm of the country and the shade of the stream are all to my liking, and you can't think of what's behind my house. A well, an old-fashioned well. I go out to fetch water for the old lady in the morning and evening. Really, it is this day, although there are no olive trees on the hillside and there is a lack of looms at night, otherwise everything will go back to my ideal past. ……
"Go to the well to draw water, do you know the taste? Oh, my god, my skirt is blown loose by the wind, and red leaves are flying on my head. It's fall here. No kidding, I'm going to fetch water from the well. When you come back, watch me carry the water tank on my shoulder! "
After reading the letter, a classical bell green came to mind again.
About March, my friend came to my desk with a book in his hand and asked me if I had read this newly published book. I also took out a book from the drawer and showed it to him. He said with a smile, you know this author is Lv Zhong's lover.
I thanked him happily, and I said, "Now I understand." I turned out a few lines in the book to show him. He read it again, put down the book, recited it again, and said:
"He's right, he's right. This man is really cute. They fully understand. "
After that, half a month passed. The weather is getting warmer and warmer. When I study in the house at night, I always open the window. A meadow in front of the window is separated by the lights of a distant city. One night, it was very late. I feel cold. Hardly had I closed the window when I heard someone calling me outside. Then someone threw sand at the glass. I quickly got up and looked at it. A thin friend stood on the grass, and a woman stood at my door. The friend said, "Can you come down? We have something for you. "
I crept downstairs, opened the door, and heard my friend say, "Zhong Lu, Zhong Lu, she came too late and had no place to live." I thought, maybe you can try. She will leave early tomorrow morning. " He whispered to me again, "I know you must want to know her."
It really came suddenly. When I heard the familiar but mythical bell green, I stood in front of me unexpectedly. A slender figure in a coat and a low half hat covered half of my face. I can't see anything clearly. I held out my hand to shake her hand and told her that I often heard her at school. She promised me with a smile, hoping that she would let me down, far from being as bad as her friend said!
In the dark, her voice is like a silver bell, swaying gently, and finally it is broad, soft and warm, with a little echo. She turned to thank her friend again, took him by the shoulder and said, "Bai Luo, you will always be such a lovely person."
She followed me upstairs, but I just felt strange. Zhong Lu has always been a classical figure in my heart, and her actual existence feels incredible at this time.
I was a poor student at that time, living in a small room with a classmate, and I happened to go home in the few days when I was in the same room. I still remember that night on her desk, I turned on the light yellow lamp that she was very proud of, and spread it on the big chair next to me with the red bathrobe that we both used, ready to cover my legs as a blanket when reading. The layout of the room was very simple, so we tried our best to make it interesting. There is a big old brocade with black gold thread in front of the wardrobe, on which is a golden beauty mask carved by my friend. There are two couches near the wall, covered with dark yellow bedspreads and some cushions, and there is an oriental tulle screen between the two couches. There is a desk by the window, and everyone has a bookshelf and a few beloved antiques.
The air in the whole house is still very comfortable, and the color is a bit dark and mysterious. When Zhong Lu entered the room, I asked her to sit in our only big chair. She took off her hat and coat, put a red bathrobe on her body and said, "Can you really let me have the only throne in this room?" I don't know why, when I heard this, I was stunned and looked at her in red under the lamp. Look at her wearing a bronze dress, with a wide soft copper belt around her waist and two or three pairs of narrow copper bracelets on one arm. In the red bathrobe and in front of the black brocade, I only think that she has a lasting appeal from face to heel, a precious breath and luster, which transcends the ordinary so-called beauty or beauty. Her face is slightly oval, her eyes are clear, and she smells like Dinah in South Ou Man. Eyes clear brown, although big, but slightly shy. Her head, face, ears, nose, lips, front neck and hands are all like carved figures! Each side meets her side so clearly and softly that light and shadow move on it.
There is tea in my little copper pot. I poured a cup and handed it to her. This time she was shocked and said, "I can't believe that someone is still serving me tea at this time." I really went to China this time. " I smiled and said, "White snail told me that you like to draw water from wells. Well, I like making tea. Everyone has her traditional hobbies and it is not easy to get rid of them. " At this time, her lips took a slight sip, like a flower, from bud to opening, gently opening without trace, revealing a row of shell-like teeth. I silently said to myself, I can always say that I have really seen someone who can be called a beauty in my life.
"You know," I said, "everyone at school likes to talk about you. You are a mythical figure in my heart, no, a classical figure; You came today, and I still can't believe the truth of this matter! "
She said: "Most things in life are like dreams. I have been accustomed to drifting for two years, and today and tomorrow are mostly discontinuous; Originally, reality itself is a series of absurdities that are not necessarily continuous and continuous. I can believe everything now, especially at this moment, so late, I interrupted the silence of a person I have never met, sat in her room and drank her tea thousands of miles away! "
That night, she not only drank my tea in my room, but also moved the books and photos on my bookshelf, asked me many questions and told me that she had a friend who liked China's poetry-I knew it was the young writer, her lover, but I didn't ask her. She moved happily under the small light in the center of my room. She stood in front of Luoyang like Medog, silently watching for a while, stopped and walked by, and gently wiped it with her fingers along the outline of Jin Mianju. She fiddled with the Tang pottery figurines and seals on my desk. He asked me the inscription on the bronze sword on the wall. Pure patterns and lines seem to interest her.
After a while, she was tired, inadvertently stretched herself, slowly untied her belt, and naturally and lively, she took off her clothes one by one, revealing the amazing beauty like a sculpture. I watched patiently as she carefully took off the copper bracelet on her arm, brushed her delicate hair with a brush, and went back and forth to the bathroom to wash her face and came out again. Needless to say, her beauty, all her movements, her whole posture, are so individual and rhythmic, I am surprised. I thought to myself that the beauty of several students in the nature dance class and two models Mindy and Susie, who are most proud of our figure painting class, is just plain and soft, and can't compare with Zhong Lu. I can't help but smile at Lv Zhong with interest and say:
"Zhong Lu, you are so beautiful, do you know it yourself?"
She suddenly turned to look at me, smiled with a good temper and sat down on my bed.
"Do you know that you are a very strange child?" After she reached out and touched my head, (at that time, my head was low and I seemed a little embarrassed. ) "To tell you the truth, I was a little scared when Barrow told me that he wanted me to live in a girl's room in China. I thought I didn't know how much we were going to talk about Confucius' morality and eastern politics; I'm afraid my behavior may violate your strict Buddhism! "
This time she finished, but I yawned and fell on the bed comically.
She said, "You used to live so freely here."
I asked her if she meant our unrestrained action at the moment. I said it was because it was midnight and the landlady couldn't interfere with her dreams. As a matter of fact, she is a very devout believer. When I brought home my usual paintings, her shyness surprised me. My boyfriend has never come down my stairs, even sitting on the edge of the stairs. At half past ten, she must have coughed.
Zhong You laughed: "You mean the Confucius Temple is not far from the free god!" "At that time, I slept in bed and chatted with her. There is only a small light in the room. She put on her pajamas, opened the window for me, and then hugged her knees and went back to bed to smoke. Under a small flash, she pursed her lips and spit out smoke rings one by one. I suspected that I was dreaming.
"I hope to come to China one day," she said, fiddling with my cheongsam in front of the bed. "I haven't seen the oriental lotus. I love sailing. "
I said, "I have an appointment with you. In a few years, pick a camellia, and it will bloom all over the season. I will put on a robe for you and I will definitely invite you to take the most romantic sailboat in my hometown. "
"If it is a moonlit night, I can also play a Greek lyre for you."
"Maybe at that time you would rather die in the arms of your lover! If you do, he will come. " I made fun of her.
Suddenly, she said solemnly in the softest voice, "I hope to have this blessing."
Just talking and laughing, I fell asleep.
At dawn, I felt someone pushing me, opened my eyes and saw that she had dressed, packed her purse and leaned down to say goodbye to me.
"Goodbye, good friend," she stroked my head playfully again, "even if you had a dream. Now, do you believe that you promised to invite her to sail last night? "
Like a dream. I squinted and asked her why she got up so early. She told me to catch the bus to the country at 6: 00 10. She will come back in about a month, and then she will definitely come to see me again. She wouldn't let me get up to see her off, and made me promise to close my eyes and sleep as soon as she left.
So in the twilight, I only saw her wearing a hat askew, leaning against the screen with a charming smile, and then turned and walked out. A month later, she didn't come back. In fact, when I left XXX a year and a half later, she never came to this city again. My friendship with her was limited to such a short midnight, so that night was my first and last meeting with Lv Zhong. However, even if I didn't get any tragic news about her, I knew I would never forget her.
After that night, about half a year later, when I received her letter again, Barrow told me:
"Lu zhong is getting married. Her love can really convince people that there is still some meaning in life and some beauty in the world. It is indeed the glory of God that these two lovers go to church. "
I said this with a smile, but privately I do believe that Zhong Lu will be a wonderful bride with a long veil. At that time, I also knew something about the groom's appearance and temper, and learned more about the feelings he left for Zhong Lu from his works. I felt that Zhong Lu was happy in private. As for their marriage, I think it is very ordinary; I sigh from time to time, imagining Zhong Lu unconditionally following the laws of nature, slowly becoming a wife and mother, gradually leaving her present appearance, getting old and ugly, until we can no longer see her sculptural miracle from her face.
Who knows that this is not the case? Zhong Lu's lover died suddenly a week before the wedding. I heard that Zhong Lu was trying to get married at that time, but she didn't change her clothes after receiving the phone call and fainted on the chest of the unmarried groom in the hospital. When I got the news, Zhong Lu had been in France for two months, and her lover had been buried behind the chapel where they were supposed to get married.
Because of this news, I often think of the story of Zhong Lu trying on a medieval nun, which is a bit superstitious. Since ancient times, if beauty is unlucky, it seems that there is evidence. But the news that shocked me the most was more than two years later.
When I returned to my hometown and was traveling in my hometown, I received a long letter from Bai Luo. I really didn't expect Lv Zhong to die on a sailboat. At this point, I always suspect that this scene is somewhat self-arranged, and it is not entirely accidental. That night, facing the clear stream of a river, I was alone on the hillside on the shore, watching countless small sailboats drift by with the wind. I couldn't help crying, so I sat down and cried.
I seem to hear a voice as soft as a silver bell, saying, "Even if you dream, do you believe that you promised to invite someone to sail last night?"
Second, the appreciation of Lv Zhong.
Lin was a famous female writer in 1930s. Influenced by Crescent School and modern English literature, her early poems and novels showed obvious aesthetic tendency. Among them, the short story "Lv Zhong" has become a typical aesthetic text with its unique way of expressing beauty, showing its unique charm in many novels of modern literature in China.
Zhong Lu is Lin's personal text. It shows Lin's persistence in art (beauty) as an aesthetician who advocates art and pursues perfection, and expresses her unique perception and cognition of beauty. It is not difficult to imagine that Lin, an author who has been well nurtured and trained in ancient and modern Chinese and Western arts, can easily extract several representative portraits from various beauty paradigms and outline his ideal beautiful face. These are the four portraits that we see in front of us depicting the beauty of Berglin: the silence and sacredness of medieval nuns under the background of religious mystery; As sacred and detached as the statue of the Greek goddess; The agility and purity of the spirit in the rain, as well as the classicality and simplicity of the water girl. All these reveal the immortal spirit beyond the world and give people a spotless and ethereal aesthetic feeling. In addition, the author Lin lived and wrote in the modern society of the 20th century, neither in the Middle Ages nor in ancient Greece. In order to recognize this beauty, readers must also give her some aesthetic characteristics of the times. Therefore, the author does not forget to portray Lv Zhong as a modern woman with vitality and romantic artist temperament. She is healthy and energetic, self-reliant, emotional but not fragile, with personality but not arrogant, which embodies almost all good moral character and humanity without any shortcomings. It can be seen that the author consciously shaped Lv Zhong into a perfect model. However, just as the author pushed this "beauty" to the extreme, the narrative of the novel began to crack-the more the beauty of Zhong Lu reached its peak, the more suspicious the authenticity of the narrative was. Because in the pre-understanding structure of our readers, we know that only God can be perfect. Therefore, on the issue of the authenticity of the narrative, the author finally has to face such an embarrassing choice: either tell us that the whole story is just a myth and fiction, or the author has to find ways to "hide" this beautiful heroine. Otherwise, curiosity will drive readers to ask: where is that beauty now, and what happened later? This is obviously not the response that the author wants readers to make. Therefore, in fact, when the ideal "beauty" and the reality "truth" irreconcilable conflict, Lin did not hesitate to sacrifice "truth" to achieve "beauty."
She finally let the beauty Zhong Lu die in a very suspicious scene. The author confuses the cause of Lv Zhong's death: was it an accident or Lv Zhong's own careful planning? The author deliberately shows that she is also very skeptical about the cause of death: "At this point, I have always suspected that this scene was arranged in a somewhat green way, which was not entirely accidental." In fact, this is just a narrative strategy adopted by Lin to cover up his narrative dilemma when he can't solve the contradiction between truth and beauty. So, on the surface, the whole story seems to be another unfortunate story of beauty, but after careful reading, we can find that it is completely different from the traditional version of the unfortunate beauty.
In a word, what Lin wrote is not a real individual, but an idealized god of beauty in the author's mind. It is an exquisite and flawless work of art carefully crafted by Lin with his aesthetic thoughts, and it is the perfect, pure and true beauty in Lin's ideal. In Lin's view, true beauty is detached and untouched, and only by being enshrined on the altar of sacrifice can it remain perfect and pure. The "bell green" in this novel has become an image, abstracted as a perfect symbol and synonymous with beauty and art. "Aestheticism regards beauty as the highest ideal and advocates art for the sake of art."
Note: Lin (1 June, 90410-1April, 9551), female, Han nationality, originally from Min County, Fujian Province (now Fuzhou) and originally from Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province. Formerly known as Lin, its name comes from "poetry, elegance and strangeness": if a great man bears the emblem, he is a hundred people. Later, it was often mistaken for Lin Weiyin, a writer at that time, so it was renamed Yin Hui. China is a famous architect, poet and writer. Liang Sicheng's first wife, the designer and architect of the Monument to the People's Heroes and the deepening scheme of the National Emblem of China. In the early 1930s, Liang Sicheng and he used modern scientific methods to study the ancient architecture in China, and became pioneers in this academic field. Later, he made great academic achievements in this field, laying a solid scientific foundation for the study of ancient architecture in China. In terms of literature, he has written essays, poems, novels, plays, translations and letters. His representative works include You are April Day on Earth, Lotus Lantern and Ninety-nine Degrees. Among them, "You are April Day on Earth" is the most well-known and widely read.