I drove directly to a farmhouse in the western suburbs. There is a large cluster of purple chrysanthemums in full bloom. I happened to pass by there one day, and at a casual glance, I saw a bunch of chrysanthemums blooming in the sun, purple! Seen from a close distance, the so-called clump is actually a chrysanthemum with two tillers and branches. Flowers and plants have the reputation of eight sisters and ten sisters, but I call them "two brothers", who look after each other and help each other. Just like Cui and Pang, the poetic brothers. As early as a few years ago, I was deeply moved by their sincere friendship.
Ten years ago, on the coldest winter night, Pang went to Taizhou to visit Lao Cui. At that time, there were no telephones or cell phones. Lao Cui and Morningstar go to the ship dock to meet Pang. As a result, the two of them cheated. Lao Cui waited in the cold wind, while Pang found Lao Cui's dormitory and sat in a warm room.
Read Lao Cui's new poems in front of the coal stove. Pang wrote this passage in the preface of "A ray of sunshine penetrates the plain". I think it's not just Pang, a rural youth ten years ago, who was warmed up. Between Cui and Pang, the pursuit of poetry and literature is a fire, which warms them in the cold winter night.
Lao Cui is from Hai 'an and Pang is from Xinghua. The two places are separated by Wan Li, so there are few opportunities to meet each other. So they communicate with each other and copy poems from each other. They look for the names that jump like red carp in Young Poet, Poetry Magazine and Youth, and look for the songs of soul crying in lines of type. Then appreciate each other, care for each other and warm each other in a lonely world.
In the early summer of this year, Jingjiang Federation of Literary and Art Circles organized activities to go to Wuxi. This morning was the first time I saw Pang. In the crowd waiting for the bus, I recognized the little man at a glance, a young poet with a baby face. I raised my hand and shouted: Hello, Pang Yuliang-I was just about to introduce myself, when the old Cui standing by immediately lowered his face, stared at him with big eyes and said seriously, "What's your name? Call Mr. Pang. " I blushed passively and was embarrassed. After that, I never dared to call his brother by his first name. Ten years of love in a foreign land makes them unconsciously respect and trust each other, and never allow others to give each other a little disrespect. Just like the clusters of brilliant purple chrysanthemums beside me, I can't bear to break any of them-clusters of purple chrysanthemums growing on the land of Yuan Ye. It takes years of bitter wind and rain and several times of frost and snow pressure for its beauty to release its fragrance to the world!
Sharpen a sword every ten years. The two poems are two different lives, filled with the course of youth, the sweetness of love and the eternity of family ties. It is like two fresh and beautiful purple chrysanthemums blooming on a vine. In the sunshine of Yuan Ye, it shows the happiness and suffering, passion and love of her life in the eyes of our locals.
Sitting in the sun, reading poems and enjoying flowers, thinking about the story of the Liang brothers of Lao Cui Pang Yu, that wonderful taste is like a pot of freshly brewed tea, which tastes a little bitter; Drink two mouthfuls of lips and teeth to stay fragrant; If you drink it again, it will be memorable.