Half an acre of flowers is the last solo dance of Wei Tian, a female writer. There are her paintings, photos and poems. Tian Wei's literary understanding is excellent. Her writing is pure and delicate, but there is something qualitative in it for you to taste. It bears such a heavy load on this childlike shoulder, and in this childlike heart, it has a calm acceptance of flower of life's withering.
The language we teach is a language that advocates starting from a kind heart. There is no doubt that Tian Wei has such a heart. Now I finally understand what the silence beyond age in her eyes means to us. He who always looks at death calmly is a great man. As a female student studying in China, Wei Tian is serious about Chinese characters. I think it may be based on the idea that if you want to write, you must write carefully. Moreover, consider it a precious opportunity. This makes me not only sad, but also awe and respect. The butterfly flies away ... Let's sing "Ode to the Butterfly" sadly. ...
-Liang
In the tears of death, I finally saw the joy of life.
-Lu
Tian Wei's literary understanding is excellent. Her words are pure and delicate, but there is something qualitative in them for you to taste ... On this childish shoulder, there is such a heavy load, and in this childish heart, there is a calm acceptance of the flower-like decline of life, which can't help but make me much older than her respect.
-Zhang
I like what you said best. I want to be happy. I just want to be happy. I agree, I agree with all your willful words. Because there is unusual persistence and purity in this waywardness. The word "live a good life" is not kind. I'm like a Taoist now. These four words are so difficult and profound. Very confused, very painful, even desperate. You tell me what kind of life this is. As the days went by, the competition left me nowhere to hide.
Lu Qin
The next day, I clearly remember crying for the first time because I read your words. I gradually realized that behind the details of daily life, you are slightly sad and helpless, and I can feel your tearful smile. ...
Shake the smiling face of life in the cry of death-
If I never existed in this world.
So, what are the regrets?
What sadness?
Life is a bumpy journey.
Death is a quiet star.
Dust, rain and dew
There is no me in this world.
But it's not me anywhere-Tian Wei.
She is a beautiful girl, sincere, kind, pure and witty.
She loves the world, with a clear heart like water, pure love and pious words.
She captured all the subtle beauty in life with bright eyes and planted it in her heart.
Warm, colorful, fragrant, moving, indifferent, happy, affectionate, sad, painful … are all her feelings, growing brilliantly in her heart. Very vivid and bright, like a landscape with infinite significance.
As she said, compare her full feelings to a flower field! She sows calmly in spring, eagerly looks forward to growth in summer, harvests happily in autumn, and is silent in winter. In her flower field, the branches are swaying and the flowers are overflowing.
Unfortunately, this beautiful flower field is only half an acre. Because, on a quiet summer night, this beautiful girl turned into a dancing butterfly, flew to another world, and reluctantly bid farewell to this precious person she loved. Leaving only half an acre of her flower field, she continued to light up the starry sky of memory, continue the emotional stream, and continue to think and cherish life.
For two years, I have been looking forward to seeing Tian Tian's book published. I couldn't wait to open the book when it got home. The water blue cover, mixed with cold and warm, looks like a simple style. In my mind, Tian is a literary woman like Zhen Zhen. Tian's words get rid of the trivial smell of daily life. As she said, the words in the flower field are not the real wonderful life, but the loneliness floating in the air.
The background color of purple gentian flowers, the neat handwriting of Hetian, and the bright smile. Blue plaid, neat bangs, dancing with the light in the spring sunshine, like an elf. Behind Tian's smile, there is a strong breath of life, and the peach blossoms in Beijing Botanical Garden are in bud.
I haven't read it carefully. Color pages are all flowers. All kinds of flowers are transparent in color. Earlier, I heard from Su that Tian likes gentian flowers best, and the flower language is to fall in love with you who is sad. Sue always goes to the hot spring cemetery to see the fields, and all she brings are gentian flowers.
Huatian is thicker than I expected, without much decoration. It is all works of more than 500 thousand words, which shows how attached and reluctant Tian was in his life before he left. Delicate mind, I want to carve all the life I met and the people around me into words and memories with a poetic heart that was originally dusty, engraved in the depths of my soul. In the flower field, I saw Tian Tian's love for life, which will make us live, and "in the cry of death", swaying "the happy face of life".
As Tian Wei said, she may be too smart, too beautiful and too smart. She has been a favored angel since she was a child. Her parents' love, friendship and care, lovers' hand in hand, and Wei Tian's lifelong love for others never fell back on her after her illness. It can be seen that she really wants to express every emotion and concern in words, but the angel in heaven can't wait to take the fairy back. In the last few days of her life, she encouraged herself to overcome pain and fear more than once. She said: "Live gratefully, we come from accident, and life is the most precious gift." Love the person you love, treat everything gently, and don't resent and grieve because of misfortune. No matter how dangerous the future is, we should stand still with a smile, because there is love, and we should not be afraid. "
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, this teenage girl hides countless regrets that she took to heaven: for example, her mother published books for her at her own expense regardless of everything, such as her mother's endless tears, sadness and loneliness, such as her father's silence and drunkenness, such as how much she wanted to wear a white wedding dress before going to heaven ...
Now, at the foot of the Western Hills in Beijing, there is a quiet cemetery. On the small tombstone, Tian Wei's nickname is engraved. Under the name, there is a bunch of gentian flowers that are in bud all the year round. ...
When I don't realize the preciousness of life, I often read such words with puzzled feelings.
Sitting in a sunny room, breathing the warm wind, reading the sadness and melancholy of a girl in another world, it is a beautiful butterfly, and in the last life, I don't forget to leave the most beautiful dance.
A woman who loves gentian flowers.
This woman is like a gentian flower.
Who can understand her loneliness and sadness?