Submarine at night
In 1966, when Borges set sail from Montevideo and turned Cerro, he stood on the boat and threw a coin into the sea. He later wrote in the poem that he had added two successive, parallel, and perhaps infinite series to the history of the planet: his destiny and the fate of the silver coin.
His fate and the fate of the silver coin, two lines that should have been quietly in the eternal parallel of history, have produced a wonderful interlacing more than thirty years later.
An Australian billionaire who was Borges's number one fan, his love for Borges reached a fever pitch, and in the end, he decided to find his coins in the sea. He bought one of the most advanced submarines of the time and hired experts from around the world to form a team to probe the little coin on the ocean floor.
Years later, the rich man died of illness, and her granddaughter found an incredible image while looking through the tapes of his relics:
The submarine sailed into a labyrinth built by the Coral Sea, but was stuck by the coral due to a mistake and could not move. Just as they were about to faint from lack of oxygen, a blue submarine came from afar, sending out a torpedo that shattered the coral reef with precision, and they were saved, while the submarine disappeared like a ghost in the deep sea and was never seen again.
Later, after the death of a well-known painter in our country, a manuscript reminiscing on his early life was published, in which he wrote that he could build a world with a wonderful imagination.
In his sophomore year, he invented a new game, and he imagined a blue submarine in his room. Along the way, he went through many adventures, and once he spent three days in the gorgeous Coral Palace when he encountered a submarine trapped and rescued it.
In the end, he was addicted to fantasy all day long, unable to face real life, so he decided to throw that imagination into the sky, and the divine power never returned.
This is the first story in Chen Chuncheng's "Submarine at Night". In fact, the exuberant imagination has not disappeared, it is a blue spiritual force, traveling back and forth in the world, sometimes in people, sometimes hidden in nature, in the universe, on a moon, on a flower or in a book.
Submarine at Night
In this book, you can glimpse this reiki imagination. The nine stories in the book travel between mountains and unknown universes. The world that Chen Chuncheng constructs is a cave for hiding, a palace suspended on paper, a submarine sailing to the past, and his pen flows with an ancient literary order and countless moving and beautiful scenes.
"It's like birds perching on trees, fish diving in the abyss, everything is safe and peaceful, and night really comes."
The wine of nothingness
Chen Baiqiu, also known as Chen Chun Mash, was born in Qi County, Qingzhou. The world called him Mr. Chun Mash, the master of the Great White Hall, and the king of the pot. He began to make wine at the age of twenty, without a teacher, and his winemaking skills were beyond recognition.
The wine he brewed, the water was taken from the source of the Yellow River, holding a scoop, the sleeve of the robe was the wind, he could distinguish the most essential part of the water, and collected a small half barrel a day, for a total of nine months. When shipped back, the water is red in color and emits a fragrant fragrance.
The wine he brews can reach between the chest and the chest, "with water and rice as the words, with music as the rhyme, the poems brewed can penetrate people's internal organs and flow with the blood veins all over the body." ”
The wine he brews can rejuvenate the old age. The young Saint shang drank the wine he had brewed, and his white hair fell off, green silk grew, and his face was full of red light, and he returned to his youthful appearance.
The world praised his wine, but he was hindered by praise, he believed that "name is the root of life's troubles", and wanted to develop a wine that could wash away the troubles of the deceased. Since then, he has stayed at home and has been busy in the cellar.
Once, a group of well-wishing sons stole his dark wine from the cellar, danced with their hands, and then died with a smile.
Later, he summoned his disciples and said that this wine was mixed with Kunlun Dai, Lao Chun, Zhen Yi, Da Huai, and a nameless wine, and after mixing, "the five colors chased, repelled, and blended with each other in the altar." For a moment, the sound of killing in battle was heard in the altar. For a moment it was like playing fairy music. For a moment it was like a whisper. Finally, it came to silence. ”
He then joined the Song of Nothingness, the Rice of Nothingness, "neither breath nor water, poured into the cup, almost empty". After the wine was finished, Chen Chun Mash drank it all. After a few moments, the skin becomes transparent and the internal organs are clearly visible. After a while, only a skeleton remained, and later, the skeleton disappeared with it. The disciple suddenly understood, "This wine erases the existence of the master." Then, no one in the world could remember Chen Chun Mash anymore, as if this person had never existed.
The altar wine went from place to place and was eventually collected by a merchant. It is said that there was an endless blackness in the wine, and there were magnificent nebulae, and everyone who had seen this altar of wine was demented and never cared about the affairs of the world.
Regarding nothingness, Chen Chuncheng also mentioned it in another story. "Chi Bo" is a "dream sword" of the kingdom. The sword caster was ordered by the king to forge the sword in a secret way, and in his dream he burned the bottom of the night sky with flames, boiled out the quenched pulp, drank it in the dream, woke up and cut open his arm, and the juice of the wrought iron flowed into the fire of reality, quenching the sword.
This sword can pass through all things without hurting everything, but the person or thing that is passed through will disappear directly. The sword-casting master spent his whole life on this, no longer casting swords, and the king who retreated from the enemy with "shakubo" also lost his vitality after the disappearance of this sword.
Between the virtual and the real, the technique is advanced
Each story written by Chen Chuncheng is harmonious and self-consistent, and it is a complete circle.
The nine stories he wrote were somewhat similar but different, and these nine stories, whether individually or together, had attained the Tao of communication with all things in the world, "like broken pieces of porcelain, which he deftly picked up and closed into a perfect bowl."
In the article "Li Yin's Lake", Li Yin found a sense of tranquility, warmth, and loss in the lake surrounded by a pond in the garden. It was a pond with water brushed stones mixed with green glass chips on the edges, and she quietly stroked the pond with a sad look that was difficult to see.
For this strange feeling, Chen Chuncheng quoted a story: During the Han Dynasty, there was a strange well in Shu County, and there was often fire in the well, and when the national fortune was prosperous, the fire was very strong, and when it was weak, the fire was very small, and then the fire was extinguished, and the Han Dynasty died. The protagonist in the book believes that Li Yin's lake is the other half of her destiny.
Later, Li Yin fell ill and died, and the garden became a ruined garden, and the lake was also filled in and dissipated.
In Chen Chuncheng's pen, everything is implicated, and the fate of Borges and the fate of the coin, which were thought to be parallel at the time of separation, are no longer intertwined, but unexpectedly through his number one fan, they are once again involved with another teenager who drives a submarine in his imagination; the Han Dynasty and the well, Li Yin and the lake, live side by side. Everything is implicated, but there is no way to explore it.
He gives life to all things, music is alive, it can incarnate into a human form and enter our minds; the mountain is alive, hiding in the listening urn, close to the ear can hear the thick sound of the mountain growing; the words are alive, the words engraved on the stele can dive into the stone, circulate in the stone, wander, flash, "The words in the Dream of the Red Chamber, in order not to be tampered with, even collapsed into sides and heads."
"Best of all, he can make the most absurd narratives effortlessly believable."
Hidden in the book is his grand ambition, the nothingness of life, or the real delusion, the confusion of Zhuang Zhouxiao's dream of the butterfly... He explores the question of fate, the balance of the universe and the natural order, and he finds an ultimate answer in the drifting world and the vastness of the universe.
He travels through time, space, breaks down all the barriers of all things and merges them into a bowl of perfection, and he tries to wash out the ultimate essence of all things in the ever-changing fantasy.
He firmly believes in fateful cause and effect. In order to forge the "Chi Bo" sword, the sword caster went to the last night of the nine thousand nights in his dream to obtain the pulp he needed to cast the sword, and forged it into a sword, and he advanced the fruit.
After that, he summoned an unquenchable flame every night, refining the quenched pulp. From then on, dreams were a long period of suffering and waiting, resting when awake, and he could only rely on this to accumulate his causes.
In the section "Zhufeng Temple", Chen Yuanchang followed the butterflies to the temple one afternoon in a daze. "What is the condition of a butterfly falling lightly on the top of the Buddha's head?" Hard to imagine. The solemnity of religion and the beauty of life, in an instant, are in harmony with each other and reflect each other, which is extremely moving. ”
Between his pen and ink, there is not only a pure and classical aesthetic style, but also a kind of Buddha-nature beauty. This is extremely rare.
Chen Chuncheng once said in an interview: "There seem to be countless secrets among the mountains, and these secrets are running in a way that people can't understand." ”
Everything in the world is the raw material of his creation. He can capture anything, galaxies, mountains, moons, butterfly wings, even fantasies, fantasies, and even nothingness.
In his world, the thin body can hold for centuries, the wings of the butterfly are engraved with the ultimate secret language, a mountain grows quietly at night, and a small puddle of water can hold the entire moon.
Compared with the world's, smooth and extreme fantasy, the real world seems to be more thin and broken. People who have been lost in the world will find their home here.
*The pictures in this article are from the Internet