Still reading Chen Nianxi's "Dust", his language and writing is still so touching, but also let me have a lot of thinking, I think reading is not how many books you read, but in the chewing slow swallowing, slow absorption, thick accumulation, you should uphold the serious reading, down-to-earth attitude, I want to read three chapters a day, no more, just right.
Ten years in the Southlands
He said: "Tomorrow I will leave this city that has exhausted my youthful spirit, what can I do except be unwilling and helpless?" Ten years in The Southlands, I can almost fully understand all the dialect slang here, remembering almost every path, every street.
The water here is as green as agate, the island's plants are as green as the four seasons; the beach is vast and gentle, the tide rises and falls, the tide falls out; the clothing stores on the commercial street are bustling, the flowers are red and willow green, it doesn't matter if you have no money, just bring a pair of eyes and a mouth... All of these, which had blown my youth like the sea breeze of summer, are still the same, and I will return to my hometown, a small northwest town that has almost stagnated in time.
The city consumed a very precious decade of my life, and my thirty to forty years old were busy here, disappearing without a trace. According to the current division of life, this is the real golden decade. ”
Thinking: I think if it is not for life, who does not want to stay in the homeland, stay by the side of relatives, live a calm and steady life, just like those who have drifted north for 10 years, remember the streets and alleys of Beijing, remember the dirty stalls in the hutongs, remember the star punch card no restaurant. 10 years, there are positive and muddy, 10 years of youth left for Beijing, taking away a more confused self.
In addition, in writing about the hometown town, it is described: "The town is like a labyrinth without solution. The people of the town, lost in this maze for countless years, wake up, get lost, and cycle back and forth. Time is an endless existence, and it is also an endless existence. And the crowd, life, fate, like an endless dream. ”
Thinking: The description here is magical and realistic, perhaps we are a world in the crystal ball in the hands of giants, destined in the dark, and have lived this life. Now one by one in the countryside, why not, the older generation of people nest in this acre and a half of the land facing the loess with their backs to the sky, and even when they are old, they have never seen this beautiful world outside. And we left the small labyrinth of the town and came to the big maze of the big city, which is actually just a small maze to a big maze.
People who write poems on tablets
He wrote: "Writing poetry is really a cause of fame and reputation, and it has little practical significance. Poetry has always been a culture of acquaintances. In this world, people's behavior, people's living methods, and countless reasons for actions and stops all seem to make sense, but there is no reason. ”
Thinking: In this era, people have been too impetuous, and it is difficult to sink their hearts into reading poetry slowly. Poetry, unlike novels, cannot be transformed into film and television works, and cannot arouse emotions in a short period of time to arouse emotions. So writing poetry seems like a meaningless thing.
He also believes: "I often feel that the modern city is really a wonderful existence, that great power, subverting a lot of ancient orders, and I don't know where it will take people." ”
Reflections: Professor Lu Ming's "Big Country Big City", the binary analysis of urban and rural areas, the problems brought about by urbanization and the hidden pain of rural loss are worth reflecting. I sometimes feel like a modern city that looks good on the outside but hides an unknown machine on the inside. Modern industry is modernized, and information technology is developing rapidly. Transportation, communications, etc. are changing too fast, lifestyle habits, cognition, moral standards are changing.
But the most memorable thing in this chapter is this sentence: "One cold morning, when I was about to leave work, a brick fell from the tenth floor and removed the rest of the Chen family's youth." ”
Thinking: Using short and simple language to truly state the departure of people, it turns out that death can be described in this way, and it is very heavy to see the heart. But fortunately, all the important people and things were there, and it was not worth it that he had lived "beautifully".
Autumn in Beijing
"Autumn is getting deeper and deeper, and every morning, poplar leaves are densely packed on the ground," he said. The north wind that rolled over the Great Wall of Yanshan blew over and drove them away. Speeding wheels rolled over them, and they swayed and fell like waves, still intact, and the car produced a huge wind speed that only caused them to separate and close. Every day the cleaner's broom gathers them together, piles them up, and pulls them away. ”
Reflection: This scene depicts not so much leaves as involuntary beings, forced by life, displaced by turbulence, and the torrent of time constantly rolling over our flesh. We are constantly meeting, meeting, and meeting with people who should meet in this lifetime. Wait for the moment when the dust settles, and then stumble to the end, and finally be washed away by time, annihilated in the dust,
The workers are like this piece of fallen poplar leaves, the north wind drives, the wheels roll, the cars obstruct, and finally they are taken away and do not know where to go. The estrangement that cannot be integrated into a foreign land, the destruction of the body by ore work, the running away of the boss, the uncertainty of living in order to survive, where will it eventually go?
He also wrote: "Everyone is busy with a low salary. It's more like a legendary utopia. All work is unpaid, activities are free, and in the reality of hard state, it is quite ideal. ”
Thinking: People at the bottom of society are like a swarm of ants, busy every day, no time to be happy, no time to be sad, and some are just numb day after day. The bitter course of the peasants, the meager income, the low-priced labor, add bricks and tiles to the construction of the city, but often the most humble and the poorest, the most suitable to be ignored, saying that there is no distinction between labor and lowliness This sentence itself is a big lie, forced by life, there are bodies, academic qualifications, regional restrictions, often hindered, so that for a few days or two days in the South China Sea, engaged in all kinds of lowly and even extremely dangerous labor, maimed and injured.
To be honest, the author wrote the most real social picture with pen and ink, without any judgment to write, objective and realistic, just like the sentence: "They are like a drop of water, hidden in the undisturbed sea." These migrant workers from all over the world hide in the roar of workbenches and machines during the day, and hide in the night and dormitories at night, as if they are invisible shadows. They provide the giant city with furniture, toys, decorations, billboards, playground equipment...".
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