The anchor reads the classics and accompanies you to say goodnight. Hello everyone, here is the lightning night reading, I am The anchor Yixiao of the Wucheng Rong Media Center, I want to share with you tonight, the article "Falling Leaves" from Jia Pingwa.
Outside the window, there is a tung tree, which is not very large. On spring days, it is full of leaves. The branches are deep green, and the branches are shallow, although the pairs are born from each other, one piece and the other are different, and the posture is also different. When there is no wind, it looks very plump, delicate and dignified. In the oblique wind in the morning and night, the leaves moved, and under the background of the canopy, you could see the green veins on the back of the leaf, like countless colorful butterflies falling there, dancing; and like a young woman, plump and graceful, making a feminine laugh.
I used to sit in the window and watch it and feel gentle and beautiful. I was even very jealous of the bird couple who lived among the branches, they stopped under the leaves and sang, did they bring the joy of green to the tung, or did the joy of the green make them produce the beauty of the song?
The joy of The Law Tong has been extended for a summer. I always thought that the leaves full of longing must grow like a fan, but in late autumn, the leaves are no longer long, but fall one by one. Fa Tong straightened up and froze. It became naked, except for some crumbling bones. And they were all stiff, no longer soft and graceful, and when they folded with their hands, they were cut off one by one.
I thought it was cruel, and I deliberately went to the tree to pick up a fallen leaf and keep it for the memory of the past. Think: Poor Fa tong, who gave you life to let you grow up on the land like this? Since you have been given this green joy, why do you have to take it away one by one!
In the spring of the following year, the tung is full of leaves, still light green is good, dark green is good. I took out the fallen leaves that had been collected over the years, and compared with this new leaf, the outline of the leaves was the same. Oh, leaf, do you know that this piece is a substitute for that piece? Perhaps it grows up from the eye of a petiole, and the one who has withered has been so leisurely happy, and the happy one will also wither away in silence.
However, they are not sad, and they must be happy when they are happy; and that is it, and the tung is a year older than the window sill, and is level with the eaves!
I suddenly woke up, thinking that my past lamentations were unnecessary and very childish. It turns out that the growth of the Fa Tong is not only the movement of green life, but also the verification of a philosophical proposition: joy comes and joy returns, which is the content of joy between heaven and earth; everything in the world seeks this content and completes its existence.
So I admired the Dharma Tong and blessed it: it withered old leaves every year, and in this way it longed for a new life in the coming year, it did not stagnate, did not age, and the goal grew in the space of heaven and earth.
Writer Profile
Jia Pingwa, real name Jia Pingwa, born on February 21, 1952 in Dihua Town, Danfeng County, Shaanxi Province, is a contemporary Chinese writer. In 1973, he began publishing his works. In 1975, he graduated from the Department of Chinese of Northwestern University. Since 1982, he has been engaged in professional creation. In 1986, he published the novel "Impetuous". In 1987, he published the novel "Shangzhou". In 1988, he won the bronze medal at the 8th Mobil Pegasus Literary Awards for "Impetuous". In 1992, meiwen was founded. In 1993, he published the novel "Waste Capital". In 1995, he published the novel "White Nights". In 1996, he published the novel Tumen. In 1997, he won the French Fermina Literary Prize for "Wasted Capital".
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Wang Yixiao is the anchor of Wucheng County Rong Media Center
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