The afternoon sun is warm and genial. I walked out of the Radio, Film and Television Bureau building with two poetry collections in my hands, one was "A Line of Light Penetrating the Plain" by Cui Yiwen, and the other was "The Beginning" by Pang Yuliang. Two newly published books exude the fragrance of ink, just like the poems in the book, which are light but intoxicating.
I drove directly to a farmhouse in the western suburbs. There was a thick bush of purple chrysanthemums in full bloom. Occasionally I passed by there one day, and at a casual glance I saw the cluster of chrysanthemums fluttering in the sun, the brightly colored chrysanthemums! Looking closer, the so-called clump is actually a chrysanthemum with two tillers and two branches. The flowers and plants are known as eight sisters or ten sisters. I call them "two brothers", watching each other and growing strong. Just like the poetry brothers Cui Yiwen and Pang Yuliang. As early as a few years ago, I was deeply moved by the sincere friendship between them.
Ten years ago, on one of the coldest winter nights, Pang Yuliang went to Taizhou to visit Lao Cui. There were no phones or mobile phones at that time, so Lao Cui went to the ship dock to pick up Pang Yuliang under the morning star. As a result, the two got sidetracked. Lao Cui waited in the cold wind, while Pang Yuliang found Lao Cui's dormitory and sat on the warm coal.
Reading Lao Cui's new poems in front of the stove. Pang Yuliang wrote this paragraph in the preface to "A Line of Light Penetrates the Plain". I think it is not just the rural youth Pang Yuliang who was warmed ten years ago. Between Cui Yiwen and Pang Yuliang, the common pursuit of poetry and literature is the fire that warms them on cold winter nights.
Lao Cui is from Hai'an and Pang Yuliang is from Xinghua. The two places are thousands of miles apart, so there are naturally few opportunities to meet, so they wrote letters and copied each other's poems. They wrote in "Young Poet" In "Poetry" and "Youth"... look for the other person's name jumping like a red carp, and look for the soul's song and cry of life in the lines of type. Then we appreciate each other, care about each other, and keep each other warm in this lonely world.
In the early summer of this year, the Jingjiang City Federation of Literary and Art Circles organized an event to go to Wuxi. This morning was the first time I saw and got to know Pang Yuliang. In the crowd waiting for the bus, I recognized the little, baby-faced young poet at a glance. I raised my hand and shouted: Hello, Pang Yuliang - just as I was about to go over and introduce myself, Lao Cui, who was standing aside, immediately frowned, stared with big eyes, and said seriously: "What's your name? I call you Teacher Pang." ." I blushed, feeling very embarrassed. From then on he dared not call his brother by his first name. The ten years of poetry friends and their ten years of love in a foreign land have made them respect and trust each other unconsciously, and they will never allow others to show the slightest disrespect to each other. Just like the brilliant purple chrysanthemum next to me, I can't bear to break any one of them - a purple chrysanthemum growing in the wilderness has to go through many years of wind and rain and endure several frosts and snow. , can she release her beauty and fragrance to the world!
It takes ten years to sharpen a sword. Two collections of poems, two different lives, immersed in the process of youth, the sweetness of love, and the eternity of family affection. They are like two fresh and beautiful purple chrysanthemums blooming on the poetry vine, under the sun and in the wilderness, in the eyes of our local people. It shows the happiness and suffering, passion and love of her life.
Sitting in the sun, reading poems and enjoying flowers, thinking about the story of Lao Cui, Pang Yuliang and the two brothers, the wonderful taste is like a pot of freshly brewed tea. It is a bit bitter after one sip; after two sips, your lips and teeth will be fragrant; after another drink , endless aftertaste.