I remember when I was a child, I invited a dozen guests to a palace built with building blocks. Now I have become a passer-by. This city seems to be my pile of wood, and all the people in the city are my guests. Eventually, I will leave it and become a passer-by. Life must be the same, we are just invited guests. Maybe you were invited, maybe you invited someone else. No one can be a master forever, and no one can have a permanent city. I love it! Even if it's just a guest, we should dress up the city beautifully. When you leave, you are not just a passer-by.
Suddenly, I remembered a book I read in the moonlight when I was a child.
A beautifully bound little book,
Just like the title of the book,
Beautiful, beautiful.
The title page of the book is an inscription by Mr. Bing Xin for the author Guo Juan:
"Life is beautiful like summer flowers and death is beautiful like autumn leaves".
A far-reaching word is worthy of this distant girl.
Girl in the moonlight,
It is also deeply left in the memory of childhood.
After more than ten years,
Can still be remembered by a stranger,
I don't know if it is a kind of happiness. . .
Search on Google,
I didn't expect the Reader website to have a paragraph about Guo Juan:
Her poems are beautifully written.
In Changjiang Literature and Art Publishing House, there is a letter from this girl who loves to write poems:
"... I have been in poor health since I was a child. I was born with malnutrition, followed by appendicitis, suppurative perforation, tuberculosis and tuberculosis poisoning ... Many people gave me a lot of help during my illness. How I wish I could thank them! I want to send most of the compositions written by senior one to the publishing house, hoping to pick out good compositions from them and merge them into a book called Girls in the Moonlight. I don't know if it's ok ... "
The editors were moved by the innocent feelings and writing style of this terminally ill little girl. Professor Tu, vice chairman of Wuhan Writers Association, tearfully prefaced the book. The famous writer Biyo personally wrote the title of the poetry collection; Grandma Bing Xin, Guo Juan's most admired literary master, wrote an inscription for her at the age of 92. ...
China's first 16-year-old poetry anthology written by female middle school students has come out, and a new literary star is rising in Jingchu Ran Ran! However, before she could have a look at her poetry collection, she left tragically and went into the cold moonlight to rest in peace. ...
The writer cries for this "girl in the moonlight", and the teachers and students of his alma mater cry for her; A complete stranger in Qian Qian cried for her. ...
1On October 22nd, Guo Juan was born in an ordinary family in Mianyang County, Hubei Province (later changed to Xiantao City). She is thin, but beautiful and smart. I can read at the age of 3, recite many ancient poems at the age of 4, and go to primary school at the age of 5. 13 years old, admitted to the famous Mianyang Middle School in Hubei Province with excellent results. From primary school to high school, Guo Juan has been positive. He joined the Young Pioneers at the age of 6, joined the League at the age of 12, and has been a student cadre. Every semester is rated as "three good students" or "excellent league members". Participated in composition, mathematics and English competitions in Xiantao and Jingzhou for many times and won the first prize for many times.
Guo Juan has too many dreams. She wrote:
Favorite personality: sincere, caring for others. Favorite motto: whatever others say, go your own way. The least favorite words: weak, you call a woman. Hobbies: writing poems, or sitting alone at the window thinking about things I don't know. Ideal: translator, writer.
The biggest dream is to become a writer Xin. She said: "Being a writer is to awaken the sleeping soul, inject and spread more wisdom and culture to mankind, and inspire people to pursue beauty and create beauty."
Guo Juan has been preparing for her dream since the second grade of junior high school.
She studied hard, reading and appreciating everything from China's classical works to masterpieces handed down from foreign literary circles. She insists on writing, poetry, prose and diary; Write the stories around you, the feelings in your heart and the beautiful scenery in your pure eyes like a deep pool. ...
On her fifteenth birthday, she wrote with dreams and passion: "When I was fifteen, I never thought of the fallen leaves in the autumn wind. At the age of fifteen, I have never had a fantastic first love. At the age of fifteen, I have two seas in my eyes, one full of homework and the other full of my motherland and people. /… When I was fifteen, I twisted my hair into shoulder-length long hair and went my own way …
Guo Juan still has a dream, that is, to be a translator. Every morning, she always writes an English diary while listening to English recordings. In just a few years, her English diary has exceeded 200,000 words. In addition to English classes at school, Guo Juan taught himself New Concept English and American Intermediate English. She can have a daily conversation in fluent English and can read the original English without reference books. Guo Juan wants to go to "Peking University" or "Beijing Foreign Studies University" because these two universities are the cradles of her passionate dreams. She said: To be a translator is to capture the wisdom, spirituality and humor of foreigners, translate many good books, and communicate estranged hearts.
Because of his love for English, in Guo Juan's eyes, English, which is daunting to ordinary students, is no longer boring. In her view, "every letter is a happy note"; "Every word is a beautiful angel"; "Every paragraph is simply a kind mother." She wrote in the poem: "Ah, this is my English, my second life, my interest."
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No longer a passerby.
Gentle Love Just as Guo Juan was wearing a pink dress, standing on the green grass and smiling at the world, bad luck came quietly.
1988, the disease suddenly fell on her head. High fever, persistent high fever of 40℃, lymphadenopathy all over the body. After many examinations, it is impossible to diagnose what disease it is. Even so, she took the senior high school entrance examination with illness and was admitted to Mianyang Middle School with a high score of 566. After entering high school, Guo Juan's illness became more and more serious. He dropped out of high school after only one month,1resumed school in the autumn of 989, and only finished high school. 1in the autumn of 990, the school ranked liberal arts students according to the total scores of Chinese, mathematics and foreign languages in Grade Two 108, and Guo Juan was the first!
In the intermittent days, Guo Juan never gave up the pursuit of knowledge. In the hospital bed of the First People's Hospital of Xiantao City, she has been insisting on reading and writing and learning English every morning.
I don't know how many times, in order to find out the symptoms, I have to do lymphatic puncture, and the sharp needle stabbed the axillary lymph. Guo Juan was in such pain that he grabbed his mother's thigh with one hand, which made her grin. However, Guo Juan always insisted on not crying or screaming.
In Guo Juan's most painful time, she never forgot to care about others. Du Min, who once shared a room with Guo Juan, said with tears: "Sister Guo Juan helps me with my homework every day as long as she has a fever. She helped me improve my math scores. When I was discharged from the hospital, my sister Guo Juan gave me two notebooks, so that I could study hard and be a pillar of the country. "
Just as Guo Juan's condition deteriorated and she was lying in bed all day, she saw the suggestion of "Project Hope" and remitted the twenty dollars she usually saved back to Beijing. When the disaster area was in trouble, she silently gave herself pocket money or food stamps and clothes, but from primary school to high school, she always used the plastic pencil box that was worn out and covered with tape.
I am a cloud. "I know my own bottom. Even if it gets worse every day, I will try to live. I love reading and I need books. " 1On May 7th, 992, a few days before Guo Juan died, Guo Juan had a high fever of 40℃, and her limbs were weak and her voice was extremely weak. But Guo Juan insisted that her father take her to school to take the history midterm by bike. Just 20 minutes after the exam, she felt dizzy and had to lie on her desk and write and stop. Father stood outside the window, his heart ached. In this exam, Guo Juan got 100!
Guo Juan is a spiritual girl, and she has a faint premonition in her heart. She said, "Mom, I belong to the cloud. I won't regret where I go and where I float. "
Her diary is sad to read. 1989 September 15: "I put all my beautiful days in the sun, then folded them carefully and treasured them in my drawer. My drawer is unlocked. You can open it when no one is around, browse my diary quietly and share my happiness. There is no spice in my drawer, because I believe that a beautiful day will always be fresh and fragrant, and its life will never fail. "
As the illness worsened, Guo Juan's premonition became stronger and stronger. 199 1 year165438+1October 24th, she quietly wrote:
Dear father, mother and brother,
I know that my days in this world are numbered, and how much I am reluctant to part with this home that gave birth to me, raised me and loved me. ...
Mom and Dad, I hope to be your daughter again in the afterlife!
Brother, I would like to be your sister again in the afterlife!
I'm leaving. Don't be sad.
1On the eve of her death in May, 992, Guo Juan wrote her last essay "No More Passers-by" with great attachment and secretly sent it to an essay magazine. She wrote: "I suddenly found that the world is dazzling. People who come and go in a hurry embed their backs in this black city, which is actually a landscape painting that they have never seen before. Pregnant women walk in the seasonal wind, and their faces are written with the pride of their mothers ... life must be the same. We are just invited guests. Maybe you were invited, maybe you invited someone else. No one can be a master forever, and no one can have a permanent city. I love it! Even if it's just a guest, we should dress up the city beautifully. When you leave, you are not just a passer-by. "
Sanmao died, and the idol in the girl's heart disappeared. Guo Juan was very sad. She asked her father to buy her three books about Sanmao at a time and read them through with tears.
1992 May 13, Guo Juan sat on the sofa at home, watching TV and watching Sanmao's world. Suddenly, with a spasm, Guo Juan fell down, and the book "San Mao's World" in his hand fell down. On May 14, Guo Juan quietly bid farewell to the world to which she was attached.
On the last page of Sanmao's world, we found a poem. From the crooked handwriting, we can see how painful she was when she wrote this poem. This may be her masterpiece:
You said/you are leaving/looking for Apollo in the distance/you said "send me/you are the only friend"/I shook my head/when you left/when I didn't send you/when you came/what a big storm/I came to pick you up/you cried/why did you cry? /When you come back/Let's watch the children fight together/OK?
Death is as beautiful as autumn leaves. Guo Juan left, her parents lost a good daughter, Mianyang Middle School lost a good student, and the beautiful Jianghan Plain blossomed a beautiful flower in the bright spring.
While sorting out the 600,000-word manuscript left by Guo Juan, my father found her letter to Changjiang Literature and Art Publishing House.
1June, 992, The Girl in the Moonlight was officially published by Changjiang Literature and Art Publishing House, which caused great repercussions in the society. "Bao" and "Xiantao Daily" successively published articles introducing her, and the Xiantao Municipal Committee of the Communist Youth League posthumously awarded her as an "excellent * * * member".
In September, 1992, Prose magazine published Guo Juan's essay No More Passers-by. Unfortunately, Guo Juan didn't see her work turn into type.
19921On the afternoon of October 23rd, Xiantao Youth League Committee and Education Committee held a mobilization meeting to learn from Guo Juan in mian yang Middle School. Guo Juan's father, Guo Yushan, decided to donate 1 10,000 yuan to The Girl in the Moonlight, and set up the "Guo Juan Outstanding League Member Award Fund" to reward outstanding league members.
Guo Yushan, with gray hair, said, "I just fulfilled her wish for her."
The withered flower is sentimental, but her beauty is eternal. Guo Juan has gone, but in her short 16 years, she left the world an elegant collection of poems and a beautiful story about a girl of 16 years old.