Humming flowers and teenagers
Although it has been many years.
Remember her tears.
Those dark times
Those who persist and panic
At the door of parting
Mom looked at me and said
Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance.
You came into this world with your bare hands, desperate to find Na Pianhai.
She sat opposite me.
Bow your head and say goodbye.
Although it has been many years.
Remember her tears.
Those moments of laughter
Those vows and dreams
On the street where we parted.
She hugged me and said
Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance.
You came into this world with your bare hands, desperate to find Na Pianhai.
I wander alone.
I have a teenager under my knee.
Teenagers grow up day by day
Leave home one day.
Look at the growth on his back.
See him insist, turn around.
I know that one day
I will smile and say to him.
Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance.
You came into this world with your bare hands, desperate to find Na Pianhai.
Material 2
Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance.
tall
I have lived in Tsinghua Campus since I was a child. My home is a two-story building. The appearance looks ordinary, the area is not too big, but it is quiet. This place has never been touched or decorated. It has been red since I was born. It's very old. But I really think it's nice there. I have a home, but I really think it's nice there. I have a home, not just a place to sleep. I don't know how old this house is. We are also feeling: how nice the back yard is, the playground and swimming pool where I go out, as well as beautiful girls and white-haired gentlemen; Neighbors around, literally kick open the door of a house, which is full of China's top intellectuals. They learned a lot when they went in to chat, and Liang Sicheng and Lin lived in the yard in front of me. When I was a child, if there was any problem, the old people at home would write a note saying who you asked this question. I found a man's home, opened the note and looked at it. Oh, whose child are you? Tell me, they are all the top scenic spots in China. This is the real meaning of living, it makes you breathe, not the luxurious landscape, apartment type and decoration.
In 2007, we moved out. Because my family is abroad and I don't teach in Tsinghua, the school took back the house. Later, I went to Los Angeles .. After I went to America, I was also a houseless and determined houseless person. When I first went to America, I worked as a screenwriter and developer, and only sold two movie songs. American pop music is a grassroots culture, and American black guitars are my teachers. It's not that he plays better than me, but that we all play the same piano, with different levels and different sounds. Many great bands abroad are classmates, and there is no cattle band in the whole university in China. Why? Many young people in China have scattered enthusiasm, and their enthusiasm for making money is greater than music itself, such as buying a house.
Zheng Jun told me one day that some artists were put into mental hospitals and became mentally ill. Some mental patients escape from mental hospitals and become artists. You are the latter, and your life is like performance art, but I am definitely not a fashionista, because I never pay attention to other people's fashion trends, and I am not middle class. If I only have enough money to travel or buy a house, then I will travel. Besides listening to songs and watching movies, my biggest hobby is running around the world. I have probably been to more than 30 countries. I buy a car when I go to one place, sell it after playing for a while, and then go to the next place. I often meet a bunch of people on my trip, then I quickly become friends, then I drink, and then I get off the train and leave separately. I met an Eastern European band in Europe before, and I helped people play the piano. Later, I went to the streets to perform with people. I followed people everywhere to play and sing, and went to Holland, Spain and Denmark. ...
My mother also travels around the world with a backpack. My mother still lingers and visits American Catholic websites.
My sister didn't buy a house either. She earns much more money than I do. Before she rode her motorcycle across Africa, the motorcycle broke down in a small desert village, so she just lived there for two months, waiting for the parts to arrive. Then write me a postcard in a small village in the Sahara desert called Above the Rainbow. She told me in the postcard, brother, I am riding a BMW motorcycle, so happy. I saw the bloody sunset deep in the desert, drinking with the chiefs, and their smiles shook their eyes ... Then she drove a BMW motorcycle, which broke down and said that there was no such part in Africa. She said, do you know what I'm doing now? I work as a tour guide in a small village in the Sahara.
My mother taught us from an early age not to be trapped by some so-called property. So my sister and I traveled all over the world and felt very happy. My mother said that life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance. My sister and I are deeply educated by this. If someone thinks this is your life, then your life is over. Life is suitable for distant places, and you can go as far as you can; I can't walk far, and I don't have a penny. Then I study poetry. Poetry means that you are sitting here, and it is far away. The older you get, the more you can understand your mother's words.
It doesn't matter if I'm dirty. I am happy every day, which is the most important thing.
Preface to New Writing for Mother
tall
My mother led my little sister and me to tell the meaning of each painting in the promenade of the Summer Palace, and read the cadence words in front of every ancient house with couplets. Let's guess the function of dismounted stones and horseshoes in the corridor, and tell an extremely vivid history from those static objects.
Those decadent but profound histories tell my sister and me that the world is vast, life is sudden and beauty is eternal.
Among the many words my mother told us since childhood, the most true one so far is: the world is not only the present, but also poetry and distance-in fact, poetry is the farthest distance from your heart.
When my sister and I were growing up, we traveled all over the world, but we never bought a foot room, because we always believed that poetry and distance were our home.
My mother was born in Germany, grew up in China and now lives in the United States. She studied, painted and inspected ancient buildings, quite like a talented woman in the Republic of China (she was not inferior in appearance when she was young). At that time, Mr. Liang Sicheng and Mr. Lin lived next door to my home in Tsinghua Shengyin Hospital. My mother finally listened to Teacher Liang's suggestion and went to the architecture department in Tsinghua to study, instead of the foreign languages department my grandfather hoped. Since then, she has been obsessed with ancient buildings all her life. Mother's mastery of Chinese and western architecture and the influence of family history have given her insight into the details of history, which is also the reason why she has this interesting historical picture (I think the buildings she painted are not in the engineering sense, but the shadow of history). I forget which book this is written by my mother. Anyway, her interesting words and paintings are always as interesting as her optimistic personality, which makes people unable to publish books.
My mother taught me piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since I was a child. I learned the first three things and made a living from them. The clumsiness of the fourth led to the fact that all the paintings on the walls in my house have been painted by my mother. I like her unexpected and casual creativity, which often makes me look good in front of guests who come to my house-this painting is really interesting. Who painted it? My mother drew it! Ha ha!
The preface written by mother must be the greatest pride of every child. Thank you, mom, for giving me many years of life, life path and ideals, and for giving me happiness and pride to be your son again. I love you.
(Excerpted from "Red Wall and Yellow Tile (Illustration of Old Beijing Ancient Buildings)" by Zhang Kequn Machinery Industry Press.
Gao's mother is a famous architect.
Attachment: Gao, a famous musician, director, producer and songwriter, is one of the representatives who pushed campus folk songs to the peak. Tsinghua University graduated from the director department of Beijing Film Academy. The key figure in Campus Folk Songs is good at writing and has a good business mind. He once founded Wheat Field Music and became the largest record company in China-Taihe Wheat Field. Now I work in film and music. 2065438+021May Joined Evergrande Music Company with my brother Song Ke in June.
Material 3
Hello, Xu Wei, life is not just the present!
anonymous
I've always liked Xu Wei. I heard his song "Warm" for the first time more than ten years ago, and I was deeply attracted by the feelings and deep voice endowed by the lyrics. Since then, I have liked this old man.
I listened to that year, time went by, elsewhere, in September, and there were blue lotus flowers one after another. Until now, life is not just now.
Although many of Xu Wei's lyrics are slightly thin, they are full of positive energy full of yearning for life and continuous progress.
Whenever I am confused, frustrated and hurt, I can always pick up the power of dreams from his songs.
After 60, he has a strong connotation and a broad mind, which is enough for me after 80. He wants everyone to have dreams, and I can always calm my restless heart from his songs and arouse my desire for dreams.
This time, Gao's lyrics are still that voice, that emotional melody, that voiceless sound in this restless world. Dream, don't think about the past, don't be afraid of the future!
Life bends the waist of too many people, and difficulties and helplessness seem to fill every part of life endlessly, but "life is not just the present, but also poetry and distant fields." You came into this world with your bare hands, desperate to find Na Pianhai. "
Can't forget poetry and distance! This is a matter of faith!
I believe in the distance, I don't forget the distance!
Every day in my spare time, I don't forget the starry sky and the sea in front of me, try to record those unique bits and pieces in my work, don't give up poetry and distance, and constantly remind myself to have dreams!
I hope I will never be obliterated by many people, and the unique self I brought when I came into this world with my bare hands!
"I'm a person wandering outside, I have a teenager.
Teenagers grow up day by day and will leave home one day.
See the growth of his back, see his persistence and look back.
I know that one day, I will smile and say to him.
Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance.
You came into this world with your bare hands, desperate to find Na Pianhai. "
This is about inheritance!
Without faith, how to pass it on!
Without poetry and distance, how can there be faith!
Material 4
Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance.
anonymous
I was watching Mao Mu's The Moon and Sixpence some time ago. I saw this book in a bookstore when I was very young, but I didn't understand why the moon and sixpence appeared together, and I felt bored. After I went to college, I often saw some articles commenting on Mao Mu's works on some websites, and I felt curious and unwilling. So I searched in the library and found the book The Moon and Sixpence. I have finished reading this book now and found something I almost missed. I feel very lucky.
The word "dream" in our mouth should have been detached and ideal, but in the eyes of the protagonist Strickland, it is still secular. Dreams should be everything they have, welcome, chase rather than possess, pain and torture, and a feast like death.
Suddenly I remembered a sentence in the folk song "A Heartbreaking Joke and a Long Daydream": "Who is mountains may depart, but he is confined to day and night, kitchen and love?" What a free man he was, but he was bound by the world and did trivial and boring things. Those thoughts in my heart were folded neatly and covered with dust.
I am used to reading with my own temperament. If I find it interesting, I will watch it several times. If I am bored, I will put the book down. There are some straightforward narratives at the beginning of the book, but they seem straightforward at the end. Occasionally, the opinions of several authors are sharply interspersed among them, like a thorn, which keeps you awake and alert to the crisis. I also saw some contests throughout the book. Dependence and collision are contradictory. Attached to the characters in the book, their actions, words and deeds are silent wars, which is vivid and fragile in Mao Mu's works.
The contest between ideal and reality
Throughout the book, Mao Mu is indeed a very realistic person, who has not led us to a broad road, nor painted a bright future. He smiled and gave Mr. Strickland a loud slap in the face in the name of reality, an embarrassing and mediocre death. I think Mao Mu also admires this role in his heart, because many emotions that can only be hidden in his heart are magnified and then given to the hero, who expresses his feelings through words. Mao Mu is not the "I" in the book, but the "Mr Strickland" in the book, but he prefers to look at his mentality from the perspective of a bystander. I'm probably too weak to openly express my inner fantasies.
Mr. Strickland dared to defy the reality, but he was defeated by it. We always think that literary works will carry people's good wishes and longings, with some erotic elements-since the reality is so cold, it is good to warm the story and give people some encouragement. But not every rebel will win. Whether it is Chen Sheng, Guangwu or Liu Xiangyu, as a special case in legend, they just didn't meet a powerful regime. Otherwise, the well-known uprising, from another perspective, is a rebellion. But in a sense, strickland is successful. Mao Mu is a great thinker, an excellent critic and an excellent social observer, but he is a cowardly actor and a timid pioneer, so after touching the huge rock wall of reality, he turned and patted the dirt on his body, laid down his weapon, picked up a pen and became a writer.
The prototype of this story is the French writer Gauguin. After consulting some materials, I did find the similarities between him and the protagonist in the book: Gauguin always yearned for distant places and missed those exotic places. He called for abandoning the obstacles of modern civilization and classical culture and returning to a simpler and more basic primitive way of life. His willingness to live a savage life led him to embark on a trip to Panama and Martini at the age of 39, where he found what he expected: density. Later, I had to leave this tropical paradise and return to France because of something. At this time, I was just 40 years old, energetic and opinionated, retaining the dignity and arrogance of that year. He is a strong personality, annoying and likable, rude and elegant, and he always strongly demands self-expression and proves his value.
There are many fabrications, but Mao Mu did complete a greater story through Gauguin's story.
"If I am on a desert island and know for sure that no one can see what I write except my own eyes, I doubt whether I can continue to write." This is a very touching sentence in the book-do you do everything to please the spectators or yourself? Now everyone likes to brush friends circle, brush space and brush Weibo. Is it a record of daily life or a public display? Would you be so happy if no one commented on your dynamics?
I began to think about what is ideal. The ideal we talk about is beyond the present reality, but it will never be beyond the deep-rooted reality in our hearts. "There is a happy family. Is "an easy life" the ideal of life? I don't deny its value, but if we just get rid of the immediate confusion, we can't get rid of the cage of ideas all the time. Ask your heart what you really want. If it is really a plain and comfortable life, it is not shameful in itself, because it is not life itself that is shameful, but that you have made an unfavorable choice and defended yourself guiltily.
After reading the whole book, I can't find the explanation of "moon" or "sixpence" related to the topic, but I know it's a good topic. The moon represents lofty ideals and sixpence represents reality, so it can be interpreted as follows: "Of the sixpence on the ground, only he looked up and saw the moon." Translated into a high sentence, it is: "Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance."