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Hearth time
□ Qi Sicui
I read a sentence from Lin Yutang: "Talking at night around the stove is a very elegant thing, and the destruction of the art of talk actually began when the family changed into an apartment without a fire." "My mind suddenly returned to the distant past, the time spent in the hearth on that long, short, cold and warm winter day.
"The most memorable is the irori oven, the old house is cold like a dream, and the paper window is warm like a crisp." This is clearly a description of the winter when I was a child. At that time, the winter was very cold, and the snow was strange. It was windy and snowy, fluttering and sprinkling, boiling and boiling, thinking of ways to drill through the cracks in the door into the house. The original dilapidated thatched huts made people feel cold. At this time, Grandpa put up the stove. The stove was simple, with a broken iron pot, and smashed a hole in its bottom. Or use a few bricks, build rectangles, tighten them with wire, and paste a layer of mud on the outside, which belongs to the stove of people. The stove was burning with firewood, a vigorous flame, putting a large cauldron, the pot was stewed with vegetables, and the house was filled with firewood smoke, mixed with the aroma of the meal, and it was impossible to say what it tasted at the time. Now that I think about it, it should be the smell of warm human fireworks.
Outside, the north wind whistled, the snow was long, the mother found a worn cotton coat to plug the door slit, the house was warm, and the family sat around the stove, eating and talking. After my father accompanied my grandfather to two glasses of hot wine, my grandfather began to tell us stories. Folk wild histories such as Yang Jiajian, Fengshen Bang, Xue Dingshan Zhengxi, as well as ancient anecdotes such as head overhanging beam cone thorn strands, Kuang Heng chiseled wall borrowing, che Yin sac fluorescent night reading, etc., they are like hot stews, accompanying us through one cold winter after another, nourishing our young body and mind. Years later, the red fire, the aroma of the incense, and the family's companionship have always been the warmest memories in the depths of my soul.
What is particularly interesting to remember is that the stove became a paradise for a group of children to "eat, drink and have fun". We would change the pattern to eat, use fire tongs to open the red firewood, bury a few potatoes, roasted potatoes, the skin is particularly thin, gently broken, the "meat" inside seems to be flowing out, we have to hurry to catch it with our mouths. The hot and sweet, all the way to the bottom of the heart; put the broad beans or corn kernels on the stove and roast them so that they are crunching and blossoming, yellow and fragrant; or roasting the dried river fish or the caught sparrows by the stove, and the crisp and crispy fragrance is only so delicious that the population is direct. His body was warm, and his face was roasted red. Even when it comes to the meal, they are not willing to leave, look at each other, haha, firewood smoke smokes everyone into a "black bag".
Later, when I grew up and went to the city to study, the fire gradually drifted away for me, until after I started a family at work, I began to have close contact with the fire again. Vast empty chemical factory, rumbling workshop studio. On winter nights, young faces were roasted red by fire, and they were hot. Hazy emotions slowly fermented in the air around the stove, slowly rising, condensing and quietly drifting away. It is estimated who has sent Autumn Wave across the stove to whom, who has pretended to shake her hand on the stove by watching the palm, how many thoughts have surged around the stove, flowing, and hesitating...
That year, renting an eight-square-meter house with no air conditioning or heating in the winter, it was too cold to stretch out his fingers, so he bought an electric stove and a charcoal stove. The electric stove was quickly cold to me and consumed a lot of electricity. Every day after work, either cook rice and porridge on the charcoal stove, or stir-fry soup or boil pot water on the charcoal stove. The two often surrounded the stove, holding hands and roasting the fire, and there was not a word of idle housework. Sometimes, by the way, roast a sweet potato brought from my hometown, cooked, I half of him and half of it to eat, in the sweet and soft sticky, feel the tranquility of the years. The kind of day when the two people are in the hearth, there is a hint of sweet potato sweetness. When I am alone, I like to sit quietly by the fire, or slowly read a book, or silently watch the snowflakes flying outside the window, that scene, people feel particularly at ease. Reading books or watching snow also has a different kind of interest.
Later, I had a child, and with the intervention of the gas stove and heater, the charcoal stove slowly faded out of my sight.
For decades, now heating has long used air conditioning, floor heating, electric heaters, there is no stove in the home, and the warm time of keeping the stove for heating can only be like a cluster of furnace fire, burning in my dreams. That time, when I read "The Night Talk of the Hearth" written by Wang Yongbin in the Qing Dynasty. He said: "The cold night is surrounded by a furnace, and the joy of the tian family's wives and children is also." Gu Bonfire sits right, or silently does not say a word, or giggles and says something inappropriate, it does not matter whether it is happy, will it not be a good night? "I think of the old days of chatting and playing around the hearth, slow, far, quiet, and warm.
Angler Zhou Wenjing photo
The past of The Fendu
□ Xia Yang
That one was a military fire
How many tender dreams have been broken
Iron blood splattered the heavy building
Smoke engulfs the homeland
That flood
How much prosperity and glory have been lost
Turbid waves crumbled the ruins
Sludge silted into the wilderness
The truth of history
Soaked in blood and tears and mourning
Long street with neon rain
In an instant, it became a field of rubble
That is the cruelty of Heaven
Or is it the intolerance of Heaven
Muddy water wash humiliation
Desolation masks sentimentality
Whose homeland
Whose home country
Who's youth
Who's red face
How much dry bones sink into the sand
How many soul dreams
How many light songs and dances
How much shallow chanting
Frost coagulated grass
Dew wet coat
A hook of the remnant moon hangs obliquely on the head of the city
Where to whine
Narrate the desolation of the years
I am in the Temple of Earth
□ Qin Jingmian
Sky, intoxicatingly blue. The sun is in the east and the moon is in the west, and the two look at each other from a distance, like a pair of eternal lovers. Under the 400-year-old cypress tree in Ditan Park, the cheerful music flowed, and I danced with the sisters of the Lama Dance Team for half a day.
Our activities take place outdoors. Follow park rules, wear masks, and keep distance between people. After a few bends, my forehead sweated. Ha Qi came out from the sides of the nose and stuck to the glasses, as if in the clouds, and the scenery in the garden became both real and illusory.
I seemed to see Stetson shaking his wheelchair and slowly driving towards Cooper. I stopped dancing and looked at him in surprise, at this great writer I had admired for a long time! A gust of wind blew through, and the air on the lenses dissipated, and only then did I realize that the path was empty. This is probably an illusion of thought. I was extremely disappointed, and said to myself, I came, but Stetson was gone. My house was not far from the Temple of Earth, and it was more than ten minutes to ride, so why did I rarely come here at that time?
From "Me and the Temple of Earth", I learned that Stetson used to stay in this garden, and he said: "I have been under every tree in the Temple of Earth, and almost every meter of grass has my wheel marks." "I thought, if the wheels were printed with thickness, how high would they be when they stacked?"
We got tired of jumping and took a break. I walked into the grove in front of me, caressed the trunk, paced slowly, and I concluded that I had touched the place where Stetson had touched, and my footsteps were superimposed on the wheel prints of Stetson, how many people's handprints and footprints were separated in between? I can't find out. However, the trees in the garden know all this, especially the 400-year-old gubai tree, and have witnessed many tragedies and joys in the world, and the vicissitudes and great changes! I approached Cooper and seemed to hear that you were late and missed Stetson.
I was annoyed, back then, why didn't I come here? Why didn't I get to see him? Why didn't I become friends with each other like the "long-distance runner"?
I know that life is full of regrets. Many people in the world who have common hobbies, many people who are in agreement, if there is no chance, close at hand, and have no chance to meet. I also know that I am a good dragon man, and although I am very upset and regretful that I have not been able to meet Shi Tiesheng in this garden, if he is still here and still comes to the Temple of Earth every day, do I have the courage to come forward to say hello? It is estimated that it is not dare. He is already a famous man, and famous people are busy, and as a mortal, I am afraid of causing him trouble. Just like at the post office, in the restaurant, on the street, I once met three celebrities I liked, only casting admiring glances at them and watching them leave. It is enough to be full of eyes.
A few days ago, I went to the post office to send books to a friend, and the staff there told me that Lindbergh often came to send books, and she lived in number XX. Another friend told me: Wang Jucai lives near your house. Lindbergh, whom I had seen, did not know me. In 1997, I helped in the data room of the Innovation and Research Department of the China Writers Association and met Wang Jucai, who may not remember me. They are all well-known writers, and I am a lover of literature, dreaming of asking for advice from the masters, wanting to take advantage of the convenience of neighboring, and when they walk the bend, I can accompany them, no matter what they say, I firmly believe that it is beneficial and helpful to me. However, the huge gap in my knowledge made me dare not dare to come closer. Wise people, after a little bit of mastery, will open up. And I don't know how many people have to go through the guidance to make the elm knot head open up a little.
I often immersed myself in the writings of famous masters, admiring their intellectual talents and admiring their friendships. Recently, Teacher Chen Jiangong gave me a copy of his newly published collection of essays, "Years of Scavenging". For several days, I read it with relish and loved it. My family called for dinner, and I said without looking up: "I just ate, why did I eat again?" The family said, "You haven't moved for five hours." He looked up and saw that it was late outside the window.
I read the "Tie Sheng Anecdote" in the book three times, and I admired the friendship between Chen Jiangong and Shi Tie Sheng, and regretted that I did not have the opportunity to join them that year. If you can get your wish, you will definitely learn a lot from them. Teacher Chen Jiangong has a description in "Tiesheng Anecdotes": "In the 80s, despite shaking a wheelchair, Tiesheng could still roam the city. From time to time, he came to our literary gatherings, or to Li Tuo's house to talk about it, or to come to my house for a drink, and the deepest impression was that he once went to su Wei's double elms youth apartment as a guest, chatted late into the night, and finally had to say goodbye. Tie Sheng and I came to the Third Ring Road, and suddenly snowflakes fell from the sky, and after a while, the snow was falling all over the place. I rode on my bike, pushed The Iron's hand-cranked car, looked ahead obscured by heavy snow, and shouted: What a fucking snowy night! I saw him shaking his handle with difficulty, and I had to get out of the car, pushing him step by step through the deep snow. I don't know how long I walked, but when I came to the Home of The iron student of the Lama Temple, my pants were already wet. After drying his pants by his honeycomb stove, I got into the car again and headed straight for my home outside the Yongding Gate. "Seeing this, how I want to help next to Stetson's hand-cranked car!" My family is not far from his home, how come we didn't have the opportunity to know each other?
Then again, I have known Chen Jiangong for more than 30 years, and I am not embarrassed to bother. I remember that on January 4, 1997, when it snowed heavily, I rode to the Cultural Palace to listen to Teacher Chen Jiangong's lecture, and I fell several times along the way. Every time I slipped and got up, I was scared and scared, I didn't dare to ride again, I pushed the car and ran for a while, the speed was too slow, I had to ride, and I couldn't ride far and slipped... Finally arrived before class. Seeing Chen Jiangong was just a greeting, I didn't want to show a familiar look, that wouldn't be shallow. What can be fortunate to be friends and admire is Chen Jiangong's works and personality charm.
I love literature, I like those excellent writers, for example, I want to get to know Wang Anyi, Chi Zijian, Chi Li, Jia Pingwa and other writers, but the distance is far away, impossible. Even if you know each other, because you are not on the same interface, can you chat with each other? Just like a table tennis champion and an ordinary person playing, the champion sends the ball that ordinary people can't catch, I'm afraid it's difficult to communicate in depth.
I was at the Temple of Earth, and I liked to look here and there, and I always felt as if Stetson was still in the garden.
He loves literature and admires famous artists, and should have read their works steadily. As Mr. Qian Zhongshu said, if you eat an egg and think it is delicious, why should you know the hen that lays the egg? However, I can't dispel the desire to meet excellent writers, and I dream of getting the specific advice of the master even if it is only a few words. Is this idea wrong? I stood under a tree and silently asked Stetson.
Stetson figured out many questions in this garden, and I'm still haunted by them.
The dance team's activities were over, and I walked out of the temple of earth, thinking of Finding Answers in Stetson's writings, and wanting to communicate and communicate with his works spiritually.
From "Zhongkai Fengyun" to the Writing of Industrial Poetry (1)
□ Li Shuohong
"Zhongkai Fengyun" will be published by Yangcheng Evening News Publishing House, and its industrial poems are quite popular with readers. Cheng Mao, member of the Standing Committee of the Zhongkai High-tech Zone Committee of Huizhou City and director of the District Propaganda, Education, Culture and Health Office, said: "The combination of industrial, scientific and technological, and economic poetry in "Zhongkai Style" has written the characteristics of the Zhongkai High-tech Zone in a more concentrated way. Because industry and science and technology are the themes of the poetry association, the "poetry revolution" proposed from Huang Zunxian in the history of the poetry association and practiced it, which is only more than 100 years old. therefore. This large-scale, three-dimensional creation from this new field is a kind of pioneering and experimentation. ”
In May and June 2021, the Huizhou Poetry Association and the Zhongkai District Propaganda, Education, Culture and Health Office organized 120 poets to participate in six collection activities in Zhongkai High-tech Zone. The poets who collected style worked tirelessly, braved the scorching sun and the scorching heat, entered the industrial parks and the frontline of major enterprises in the region, had in-depth conversations with enterprise employees and representatives of party affairs workers, and understood the profound connotation of the rapid development of Zhongkai High-tech Zone, laying a solid foundation for the creation of many industrial, scientific and technological poetry associations this time.
Since the founding of New China, industrial-themed literary and artistic works (mainly novels) have become the main direction of realist literary creation with their distinct sense of modernity and close connection with real life, and constitute an important aspect of contemporary Chinese literary and artistic production. However, after entering a new period, the light cavalry as a literary creation, poetry, except for the "Selected Poems of Chinese Industry" published by the China Literature and History Publishing House in 1991, did not produce many influential poetry anthologies.
The reason for this is that industrial poetry cannot be used as much as thousands of years of writing experience as writing landscape idyllic poems. Second, many poets fail to penetrate deeply into enterprises and workers, and lack deep feelings. At the same time, the rapid development of our country's industry, the original industrial figuration described by "blast furnace", "chimney", "motor roar, steel splash" and so on, has been constantly replaced by advanced modern industrial terms and new figurations. Many poets are far less familiar with writing landscape and idyllic poems. If you still depict the black smoke produced by ships as "black peonies", as you did in the 1920s and 1930s, you will laugh generously. Jiang Zilong, the famous author of the novel "The Story of Qiao Factory Director", once sighed that in the face of the new face of industrial change, if he did not go deep into the front line of industry to touch the new pulse, without new touches, it would be difficult to write such an exciting industrial theme novel for a while. Third, publishers operate for survival under the conditions of market economy, and it is difficult to support the new seedling of industrial poetry, which has a temporary small audience. Because of this, we should give great praise to the "Zhongkai Fengyun" produced by Yueke Culture Development Co., Ltd. and organized by the Huizhou Poetry Association and the Zhongkai High-tech Zone Propaganda And Culture and Health Office, and should give more encouragement to the industrial poems (although they are still young) created by the poets.
With the surrealism of large-scale industry and the heroism of large-scale industrial spirit as the main style, it integrates the romanticism of the transformation of large cities, and strives to achieve organic combination to form the aesthetic taste of industrial poetry. Poetically depicting the respect and development of industry for life and nature, through the mutual intervention of poetry and industry, it proves that the vigorous development of modern industry is a vivid practice of reform and opening up, which is very important. This is also the entry point of the industrial science and technology poetry of "Zhongkai Fengyun".
ManjiangHong visited the China-Korea (Huizhou) Industrial Park
Hand in hand with China and South Korea, the park is expanded and Tonghu Lake is opened. On the Liuling Ridge, the peak of the station looks at it, and the construction workers gather. The tower crane does not stop materials, and the project does not stop high buildings. Detective magic, efficiency in the front, prototype knowledge.
Industrial value, 100 billion; planning, with full force. Let the new district fly fast and stand proudly in the front seat. Introduce large new projects and win huge new benefits. Wait until then, pour wine to toast the hero, employee one!
When I collected the wind, I saw that the China-Korea (Huizhou) Industrial Park was still in the construction stage, but its future was a super-large-scale modern industrial park. A theme arises in the mind, that is: the current is "efficiency in the front, the prototype of knowledge"; in the long run is "let the new district fly fast, proud of the front". And this miracle was created by the great working class, including scientific and technological personnel. So at the end, I naturally flowed out "Wait then, pour wine to salute the hero, employee one!" " words.
In the face of ever-changing industrial development, industrial life and industrial thinking, our poetry has not yet been able to keep up with the rapid development of society. In the poetry world, "small emotions, false nostalgia, old vocabulary, more repetition, less new saying" appear frequently, and the number of poets who create poetry with industrial themes is not only small, but their work orientation is superficial, hardened, formulaic, and critical, and it is difficult to have high-level works that resonate, which we strive to avoid.
I like this work by Bai Ruiqiang (Bai Wuyi):
Qinyuan Chun Zhongkai High-tech Zone
Zhongkai's hometown, the great changes are amazing, and the innovation of hundreds of industries. Reminiscing about the glory days, arduous pioneering; sorrow and wind and rain, diligent pushing. Lightning was often struck, and the wind and frost were several degrees, splitting out a new way of splendid spring. Looking at the column, the light rail has appeared in the sky, and the enterprise is happy.
Merchants and merchants are like clouds, attracting countless talents to win great awards. Qicheng urban and rural economy, first-class competition; district street environment, four seasons like spring. Technology is competing, scientific research is far-reaching, and hundreds of millions of parks are competing to show themselves. Firm hooves, look at the future of the scenery, ambition is like a tunic!
In modern industrial life, the roar of motors and the splash of steel flowers have become history to some extent, and the original classic style of creation can no longer keep pace with the times to express today's modern industry. Critic Yang Kuanghan believes that to write well about modern industrial themes, it is necessary to master "gold, wood, water, fire, and earth": "gold" means to have the flash of thought, especially to hear the voice of modern industry in the metal clanging of machines; "wood" means to have a spiritual pillar to make works stand up; "water" refers to the source of fresh life; "fire" means to have passion; "soil" means to become a local thing and become a historical witness to the development of China's modern large-scale industry. Bai Ruiqiang (Bai Wuyi) strives to do it, and he sees that "the economy of Qicheng And the countryside is striving for first-class creation; the district street environment is like spring in all seasons." Technology is competing, scientific research is far-reaching, and hundreds of millions of parks are competing to show themselves. As a member of the entrepreneurial group, this has made more ambitions: "Firm and steady, look at the future, and be ambitious!" ”
A cut of Mei Zhongkai High-tech Zone Huaigu
A song of water flows freely. Only out of Chen Jiang, and then down to Xunzhou. The high-tech wave pushes the boat, the east wind, and the crowd is happy.
Scientific and technological innovation electrical appliances are excellent. Light and wind flow, volt also wind flow. Chinese poetry town ancient poetry thick, Ya also named Liu, custom also known as Liu.
Chen Yourong's poem expresses the passion of marching from an agricultural town to a modern industrial new city.
TCL Group, Yiwei Company, Huayang Company, etc. are the banners of Huizhou's industrial development. Writing them well is a test for us. Due to space limitations, I will cite just a few examples.
Among them, Li Lingen wrote from the ace color TV to TCL Group:
Every family looks at the color TV, and the button is the trump card.
The world's top sales, intelligent big country talent.
Diversified diligent performance, public protection platform.
Explore the feats in the field of strange flowers blooming.
This macro view, which is oriented from the eye to the foreground, is desirable. When Hua Huijuan visited the TCL Museum, she felt that this was the image of a newborn phoenix in the fire: "The four ranks are rising and the wind is rising, and it is difficult to lead the scientific and technological certificate." Seeking innovation and pragmatism to overcome hardships, the reputation of the world to see the phoenix. When Tang Guohua visited the production workshop of Huizhou Yiwei Lithium Energy Co., Ltd., he believed that The Ewell battery is the brilliant crystal of wisdom and wisdom: "Ewell Lithium can dream, and global fans have won glory." Hardcover meticulous brand beauty, wisdom and craftsmanship. Huang Hanchao wrote in Huayang Group's style: "Automotive electronics seek precision, and service competition is stronger and stronger." Scientific arrangements are strictly managed, and the brand image is spread far and wide. Li Xiqin regards Huayang as a sailing ship with a positive sail: "Thirty-loaded sail industry catches up, and innovative and technological products are of high standard." Intelligent photoelectric people are comfortable, and the car is full of Huayang Road. Xu Guosen deeply felt that Huayang Group "selected talents in an eclectic manner": "Haina Baichuan Shi Strategy, Elite Ji Ji Ji Huayang. Eclectic talent system, continue to take off and become vigorous. Mou Guozhi wrote in the Desay SV Group: "Automotive electronics proud leader, Desay SV reputation." The spirit of craftsmanship seeks excellence, and the intelligent era writes spring and autumn. ”
However, some poems (including myself) also have regrets: First, the concept of slogan-style blunt evaluations are formed into poems, lack of image thinking, and it is difficult to resonate. In the creation, we should focus on handling the relationship between the three pairs of art, namely the big theme and the everyday, the ode body and the artistry, the eternal view and the era. There are also some poems that appear conceptualized in the phenomenon of language accumulation, which hinders the effective extension of poetic thought, lacks visualization, so that the imagination contained in poetry cannot be publicized and highlighted, and the inner rhythm of the poem line becomes stagnant and rigid. The second is to sublimate from the concrete, to complete the transformation of "from real to virtual". In this way, the vitality of poetry can be stimulated and released. A lot of times we only stop at the basis of "praise" in our writing. Poetry should be seen in a small way, reflecting the grand face and magnificent momentum of the entire new industrial era. This is related to the lack of depth in our understanding of modern industry, and our inability to penetrate into industrial life with all our strength. Third, it lacks the sharpness of rhetoric and the intensity of thought, and it is difficult to support the author to achieve his original intention of "from near and far" and "small to big".
Taste of the year
□ Zhu Gongyun
Childhood was spent with lanterns, nursery rhymes and the sound of firecrackers.
Because of the lack of money, few went to buy lanterns for children to play. So older children make their own lanterns; the lanterns that children play are mostly made by adults in the family. Pure hand, easy to deform, safety is not good, often occurs in the lantern inside the candle dumping burned lantern paper phenomenon. If it is made of corn stalks, even the entire lantern will be burned. Because the lantern was burned, some of the children were enjoying, some were crying, and some were fighting the fire. This scene is still vividly remembered until now, and whenever I remember it, I can't help but laugh.
In those days, adults liked to curl up in the house and play play cards. What about children? Big, small, girl, kid, love to play, go where to play, the outside space is completely left to the child. As a result, the Chinese New Year's Eve, which had been silent, was activated by the children along with the lanterns. In the streets and alleys, teams of lanterns, groups of children, and the nursery rhyme that resounded throughout the Chinese New Year's Eve: playing lanterns, picking up uncles, uncles living behind the mountain; lanterns, picking up aunts, aunts have a big locust tree...
I was stupid, making lanterns, clumsy shapes, and pasting lantern paper were laborious. However, every year, my lantern becomes the object of my friends' attention. Because, on my lantern, there is a mother's paper cut. Some lifelike characters, or cute animal paper cuts.
Firecrackers are not only a new thing for children every year, but also a must-have item for adults to pray for. Every year from a young age, the rural street market has successively sold stalls selling Spring Festival, firecrackers, in order to attract business, they from time to time to put a whip, or light a small fireworks, attracting the attention of children. And when the adults in the family finally bought some back, the children were very happy. Children have fun in it more than who firecrackers explode, who has more firecrackers, than whose fireworks are more beautiful and last longer. The stronger the smell of gunpowder and the sound of firecrackers in recent years, people gradually bring into the year and enjoy the year.
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