I have walked alone through the four seasons with changing colors and alternating cold and warm.
Taste the evanescent taste in the long river of life, and be full of all five aggregates;
Experience the unrepeatable precipitated youth in the flying light, and remember the sea as a boat.
Walking on the beach of years, picking up those starry memory shells after the tide comes and goes.
——Inscription
The Summer of Childhood
In the fragrant summer morning, welcome the first light, carry the gentle breeze, and climb the green mountains On the hills, the valley with the sound of orioles and swallows is filled with dense mist, which renders the undulating distant green and near verdant into a three-dimensional freehand painting of ink. Being immersed in the wonder of nature, I never tire of exploring the depths of the landscape. When I'm tired, I lie down on my stomach or lie on my back on the soft grass-scented green carpet, my eyes blend into the blue, and the deep sky always has an indescribable magic that makes me lose my mind. ——Unconsciously, I was intoxicated in the fantasy land of unrestrained imagination, and it filled up hours or even a day. Birds, forests, flowers and trees, rocks, streams, hills, and blue skies and white clouds are loyal companions and have become a spiritual home where my soul can wander freely throughout my life. During the summers of those years, I spent my childhood in my grandma's house alone and quietly, but it was extremely pleasant because of the richness of my heart.
So far, thank you very much! I have a complex that can be called beautiful. It is a natural and deep love for the green fields filled with fragrant grass, and beyond the mundane world of mountains and rivers, everything that belongs to nature and has infinite vitality, everything...
I have never forgotten my original wish in life, That is, being able to visit thousands of rivers and mountains and travel around the world when I grow up. To this day, there are always many people who don’t understand why time can be lonely, quiet, and joyful beyond words. But I feel more and more deeply grateful and grateful to have a lonely childhood surrounded by mountains and rivers. I don’t know if this has laid some foundation for my character.
Girl's Spring
In the days of youth, when I put down my books in the warm afternoon, I often came to the bank of freshly green willows near the campus, and the beautiful scenery of spring was intoxicating. Every corner of the earth is pouring out the sound of happiness, and everything is filled with happy expressions. The soft white catkins dance gracefully in the spring breeze, intimate and naughty, sticking to the sleeves, hair tips, eyelashes, crowding at the feet, rolling into waves and soft clouds that do not wet the feet, jumping lightly into the water and drifting away. ...
Standing on the shore, lowering his head and staring at his thin reflection in the water, in the spreading ripples, it is constantly broken and complete... secretly looking at the figure in the clear waves. The exquisite young man on the other side stands in the silent scenery.
——The faint lovesickness written on the face, the silent waiting for many days, and the words that have never been spoken.
——I am not grown up enough, and my ignorant guesses and vague longings quietly grow, but it is only after I don’t know how long it takes that I gradually realize it
After many years From then on, it turned into a window of the heart that time cannot carry away, spreading the pink sunshine forever and warming a corner of the heart. The spring scenery of that season has been engraved into a memory collection that will never be forgotten.
Fairy Tales of Autumn
What impressed me most was the Liming Mountain behind the school when I was studying away from home. Autumn is the most beautiful season. The autumn mountains and forests look out of the classroom window like an oil painting with a frame that changes from time to time with bright colors and vivid textures. Below the teaching building is the Mother River that crosses the city. The mountain forest on the other side of the river is dotted with red and yellow colors under the golden sunshine, reflecting into the water together with the blue sky. Being in it makes me feel happy physically and mentally, and it often reminds me of "Autumn Fairy Tale" by Chow Yun-fat and Chung Chu-hong.
A few girls will say: We are also princesses in this beautiful nature. We are really as proud and happy as princesses. That feeling becomes clearer through time. In fact, the feeling of memory is that the farther away it is, the clearer it becomes because of the unforgettable charm of it, while the closer one is, the more blurry it is because of neglect.
I often see painters or students sketching, spending hours there, and I often go there to admire them after school, envious of their talent. Later, we gradually got to know each other, and sometimes I would paint a few strokes of color without knowing the depth. Someone actually said: It feels good, and I can teach you!
Actually, I have studied sketching for a few days, just a few days. Maybe I like it by nature, and I am particularly sensitive to aesthetic things. Moreover, my art teacher also strongly recommended that I continue. He affirmed my talent. When the admission notice came, I put it down and never picked it up again. These trivial contacts were actually used when I was working in the future. My strong-woman chairman forced me to design several sets of evening dresses. Fortunately, she was quite satisfied. On a whim, I wrote a poem "The Harbor of the Heart" about that mountain forest. I can't remember the content. Later, I even left my footprints in the school newspaper. I was very happy for a while.
Later I graduated and started working, but I missed my time in school casually. The fairy tale forest in autumn still reincarnates itself, but the color and time have become my memory gallery because of the distance between time and space.
At the age when a woman’s love begins, and when all the flowers of life bloom, the power of love infiltrates and promotes life.
Like an underground undercurrent, it surrounds and submerges life, making it forever intoxicating.
At this time, love takes various forms, but it only requires devotion and nourishing others.
As soon as there is an excuse, the pure and innocent carnal desire that penetrates deeply into the soul will turn into various sacrifices.
Love once made me a victim of family affection and ideals. All the passion is just waiting for another transformation in the devotion...
The essence of the snow season
< p>The arrival of the snow season always scares me, and I am particularly afraid of the cold. After leaving the warm room, his hands and feet quickly lost feeling, as if his blood had solidified his body into plaster in the cold. Even so, it does not hinder my love for snow and the fairy tale world it creates. Being in the snow, although people are frozen and cold, their thoughts are starting to go wild!The north wind is raging, the snow is flying, and the white sky is like a smoke screen covering the sky and the earth. The poetry of Xiao Sha permeates the world, and there is no trace of fireworks in the world. I once invited a friend to climb to the top of the Snow Peak. It is not a high mountain, so it cannot be called the top of the Snow Peak. The mountains and plains are covered with snow, which has no charm at all, but it only arouses my yearning for the snowy peaks of Tibet even more. I will think of Tsangyang Gyatso: living in the Potala Palace, he is the king of snow, wandering on the streets of Lhasa, he is the most beautiful lover in the world...
The New Year in the South is a sunny day without snow. , several of our familiar colleagues and friends went to the park to go hiking and see the peach blossoms and golden orange trees in bloom. I picked a few peach blossoms, and the friend next to me smiled and asked me to put them in his pocket. Another friend smiled and said: This will bring good luck to peach blossoms in the coming year. I was speechless. Later we talked about Tibet, Tsangyang Gyatso, the Potala Palace, and the snow-capped mountains.
Suddenly one day, the friend who asked for peach blossoms said he wanted to go to Tibet and take me with him. He also loved this legend.
"What a good idea! Why are you taking me there?" He only asked this once, and then silently waited for the answer in all his tender actions...
——Only One word and everything is perfect.
I was happy and lonely at the same time. The days passed like this for a long time, but in the end there was no result. I didn’t go to Tibet, and I never climbed the snow-capped mountains again. The intrusion of a girl became the catalyst for my decision to leave. I turned around and walked away, quickly tying up my long hair, and my heartfelt words came whistling...
When I heard the reason for letting him keep those words, it had nothing to do with anything else, I wanted to cry but had no tears... …
My departure from him was so sudden. I finally didn’t look back but felt endlessly sad. The distance that couldn’t be crossed was not just a thousand miles away?
In those days, most of the time, we were in the bustling world, but our hearts were far away from the hustle and bustle.
I could smell the fragrance of the blooming southern flowers around me. I ignored the eyes of others and could only wait quietly. That scene at that time, and to this day, an unfinished agreement abandoned the prosperity, and forever fixed the feeling of this time in the misplaced memory of the snow season...
The goddess of wind and snow became attached to me in youth, The essence of life in that season is like the characteristics of snow, engraved with the mark of snow.
Not paid, but stubbornly scattered in the shadow of the falling snow
Writer introduction:
Chen Lin (1961~) pen name is Fengzi. A native of Linhai, Zhejiang. Member of the Communist Party of China. In 1990, he passed the self-study examination and graduated from the Higher Normal College, majoring in Chinese language and literature. In 1982, he was recruited into Zhejiang Changguang Group Company as an underground electrician. In 1986, he was appointed as a Chinese teacher at Changguang No. 3 Middle School. In 2001, he was transferred to "Changguang News" as a reporter and editor. Started publishing works in 1994. Joined the Chinese Writers Association in 2008.
Representative works:
He is the author of the novel "Behind the Sun", the collection of essays "Wandering and Singing", the collection of short and medium stories "Unbridled Brilliance", and the long reportage "Bamboo Township Police" "Soul", reportage collection "Tide in Zhejiang" (cooperation), etc.
Awards:
Both won the Wujin Award for China Coal Mining Literature.