It has been raining continuously recently, which makes people very sad. Autumn inadvertently comes into our lives, bringing bleak loneliness and loneliness, and also taking away the warmth and boredom of midsummer.
Open the teacher Chen Nianxi's "Dust", unconsciously tears blurred the line of sight and fell to the cheeks.
It turns out that there are still people who live so hard and so enthusiastic. Just like the insignificant dust in this world, it tries its best to wave its arms and embrace the sunshine and rain.
Teacher Chen Nianxi was born in a small mountain village called Xiahe at the foot of Qinling Mountain in Shaanxi Province. In this small village, he spent most of his childhood, adolescence and youth. Then he went to the mine to make a living and engaged in blasting work, from southern Xinjiang to northern Xinjiang, from Qinghai to Inner Mongolia, from Taihang Mountain to Changbai Mountain, and was displaced from place to place 16 years.
Until 20 15, he had physical problems, and his cervical vertebra could not live normally because of long-term fatigue. He had to face life-and-death surgery and implant expensive metal fasteners.
Then I started to do copywriting. How does a mine blaster realize the transformation of his work? In addition to the help of his friends, he also benefited from his experience of writing poems from the age of 20.
His words are concise and precise, and his life and work are presented to readers in a concise and humorous way in the same language as poetry and prose.
His narrative is very distinctive, using novel writing techniques and prose forms, unexpectedly breaking the boundaries of prose writing, bearing the weight of emotion and beauty.
He has profound literary attainments and participated in the "King of Poetry" recorded by Sichuan Satellite TV on 20 15. 20 16 was invited to participate in the poetry exchange meeting of Harvard and other famous schools, and won the first prize in workers' poetry in the same year; The documentary My Poetry starring 20 17 was released; 20 19 published the first book of poetry, The Cracked Story; In 2020, he was invited to participate in the CCTV program "The Reader".
Dust tells 2 1 short stories in the form of prose novels. These stories are all people around the author, ordinary and simple laborers, "gamblers" who make money with their lives, and load-bearing pioneers who are bent by life.
The author tells us the stories of the workers at the bottom of China with his own stories, such as the blasters, stone haulers, rural carpenters, farmers and small workshop owners.
Surviving in smoke and blasting, sweating between the desert and Shan Ye, struggling in poverty and longing.
In Dust, two stories deeply touched people.
I met Zhou Daming in the spring when I was 35 years old.
He is slightly fat and lives in the Moon Valley where the golden generation worked. He is more or less a small boss. We are like-minded, drinking, eating and chatting together. He is a good alchemist, which is well known.
"I watched him and his wife change medicine, give medicine, change zinc wire, discharge mercury at high temperature, and discharge impurities in beakers. Finally, as the high-temperature gold ingot burst in cold water, the white fog dispersed and became a piece of Huang Chengcheng pure gold. "
Time flies like a galloping horse. However, misfortune comes faster than time. Seeing Daming again, he was as thin as a log.
"Long-term leaching and smelting to refine gold, the toxicity of cyanide and mercury is soaked in his body, like a reed that can no longer be pulled out, and its roots must be tied to the bottom of the pool."
This is the inevitable fate of all gold smelters, but I didn't expect the illness to come so hastily and quickly. Daming is not as thin as a baby, and he smells of bitter almonds.
He finally left, leaving orphans and widows and a famine on his ass. Daming's fate has long been doomed, but he can't escape. He lived in a village where his family was supported by an alchemist for generations. His life brought him temporary food and clothing, and he had no bright future with a gambler's mentality.
When I met Daming's wife again, Teacher Chen Nianxi wrote: "I smelled the faint bitter almond fragrance on her body, like a gentle breeze, drifting and escaping in the turbulent north wind. It's not easy to capture, and it's infinitely clear. It was intertwined with the bitter almond flavor of Daming many years ago, and floated to the drizzle dusk on the outskirts of Suiyang eight years later. "
The author, Mr. Chen Nianxi, euphemistically wrote that that kind of compassion and helplessness seemed to eventually lead her to Daming.
A wave of sadness arises spontaneously. Dragon begets dragon, phoenix begets phoenix, and mice's children can make holes. Some people do their best just to stay alive.
"Mother's bedside is a white lime wall with the telephone numbers of her sons written in pencil. If it doesn't work, just put a cross and add a new number. "
This passage gives people a sense of picture. These figures are the mother's concern and deep maternal love. She looks down on the sand table like an ingenious general, and travels with her son in Wan Li with thoughts.
"The so-called mother-child play is just that she opens life and future for you, and you uncover the silent loess behind her."
Teacher Chen Nianxi's education is not high, but his writing is beautiful and heavy. Between his lines, he reveals an uncompromising enthusiasm for life and an endless love for life.
He has experienced many misfortunes and sufferings, but he has never been depressed.
His words give people a kind of strength. Although we are a speck of dust in the world, we have been striving for the glory and happiness of life. His books, his words, are worth reading carefully, and can't bear to blaspheme. His courage and feelings deserve admiration and respect, and he can't bear to look directly at them.
His life is like a struggling poem. In front of him, I think poverty is either lazy or stupid, but I am too ignorant and narrow-minded.
Changing poverty also needs opportunities and destiny.
Pay tribute to everyone who lives seriously.
This is not a helpless compromise, but an open-minded outlook on life. I hope we can stick to ourselves, not be depressed, not give up, meet the dawn together and live enthusiastically in the darkest moment of life.