Text/Lan Huamao
In Chengdu, the place I often go to is Baihuatan Park, just to listen to a person's voice.
When I first met Baihuatan, I didn't think it was so special, just an ordinary scenery, and regarded it as a punch-in attraction and a memorial for celebrities.
What changed my view was a kind of cultural and spiritual debt, because every time I went to a place, I always liked to leave only a few words, but although I had several intimate contacts with Baihuatan, I did not write for a long time.
I inadvertently read Mr. Ba Jin's book again, the fragrant smell of the book, the pure language like water, instantly made my heart melt, the eyes were moist, the more I read Mr. Ba Jin's book, this debt became more and more intense, as if there were a lot of words accumulated in the bottom of the heart, like Gaoxia Pinghu Lake poured thousands of miles, there was a feeling of not spitting unhappy, but the memory has been blurred, so it is mysterious, making up nonsense, not the principle of my writing, the debt owed to Mr. Barkin must be repaid.
Finally found a slightly free weekend, but the sky is not beautiful, at dawn there is a light rain, watery. I am not afraid of things, not afraid of trouble, nothing can stop me, two words did not say, the umbrella did not hit, I can not hold back the mood of urgency, rushed into the rain in spite of myself.
I like to be isolated and alone, not eccentric and pretentious. In fact, I like to talk to my friends and find the range Rover. There is a saying that if you want to go far, you can only go alone. Going to Baihuatan is not a pure play of doing nothing, but to see Mr. Barkin and write something purposefully. On this road, you can either see or remember, or sit or meditate, without looking at people's faces and soliciting the opinions of others, in order to travel freely and gracefully.
At that time, I had suffered losses, and it was more than eight o'clock in the morning, and I made an appointment with my friends to go to the former residence of Li Bai in Jiangyou, read poems, stain some fairy wind Dao bones, and write some brilliant articles, but because I waited for a lady to make up, there was enough to have an hour, and there was no movement, and finally I was intercepted by another group of friends to drink, and I didn't go to Cheng. Later, because of the Wenchuan earthquake, I heard that many monuments in Li Bai's former residence had collapsed and were seriously damaged, and I was even more depressed.
Baihuatan is not too far away, unwilling to take the subway or bus, old habits, walking around, watching the mountains and water, but also leisurely. For a whole week, I was lying in front of the computer in the writing room, and I was dizzy and had back pain. For me, walking happens to be a good exercise for moving bones and bones and nourishing the body.
The rain was fine, more dense, floating on the face, the cold whizzing sensation, a damp grass smell, stimulating the nostrils itching, very comfortable.
In front, there stands the magnificent Qionglou Yuyu, the rainbow bridge, the green grass, the continuous traffic everywhere, the people coming and going, is the sound of the city waking up.
In the distance, you can see the tall and elegant archway standing, above the arch, the eaves are high, the auspicious clouds, or hibiscus, or lotus leaves, or Mandarin ducks, the carving is extremely exquisite, a joint: Visit the HuiYuan Pavilion Smoke Willow bias to find the dreamer, into the harmonious world of the pond gulls reminiscent of the raccoon flower girl. This casual remark made me suddenly come to the century-old historical corridor, but seeing the green silk wisps, the graceful Posture Yuanna, and the Jiangnan woman with gelatinous skin, is it the rebirth of Xi Shi?
On either side crouched a pair of mighty stone lions, dancing with their teeth and claws. Stepping over the threshold of the iron sheet, a few hissing birdsong made people look back, but they saw the branches swaying and trembling, and they didn't know where to go.
On the left is the lush jungle, wherever you go, the branches are luxuriant, the butterflies dance, step by step, the rare and exotic, everywhere, people are born from the scenery, the scenery follows the wishes, and you are in it, the harmony of heaven and earth, the eternal cool world. The pavilions are staggered, the pavilions stand majestically, and the cloisters twist and turn, all hidden in the green waves of the leaf sea, adding infinite expectations and reverie.
On the right is a Jinjiang River with water, with ripples and ripples, holding the silhouette of a city. The smoke willows that enveloped the city moved with the wind, as if they had not woken up. The Jinjiang River is filled with a thick mist, which hides the entire building in a vague and mysterious way. Along the way, the elderly in pairs, or running or walking, or playing tai chi, stretching their limbs, enjoy themselves.
Looking at the cold railing, the waterfall pours down, the momentum is spectacular, its sound is like thunder, the white foam flowers gradually drift away, and I like the clear and transparent water curtain that has not yet been torn, which contains a strong and unrestrained energy. There is movement in the stillness, there is stillness in the movement, I quite like the grand momentum, stop for a long time, do not want to leave. But I saw a few egrets galloping above the blue waves, their bodies like snow, their wings soft and wide, waving, on the sparkling water, beautiful, as if they were going to fly into my heart.
In front of it is the Cangbo Bridge that overrides the blue waves, above which is the pavilion is the pavilion, the carved beams and paintings, the columns are straight and round, the green mountains and green waters across the two sides of the river, the sky is blue, the floating clouds are blooming, the blue waves under the bridge, the water is flowing, I like the bridge in the fog, sparkling reflection. There are several links on the top: Mao Jin Huan Hua Boat Through Wu Hui, You Drift with Lu Ber said ancient and modern, willow leaves qingqing, a good smoke willow painting bridge, and clouds: the north of the pipe bridge unimpeded context, the east stream of clear water mao my chest. Looking at the column, this is really: the ancient source of this source of the yu fang zhan hao barium style Huanyuan Mu rhyme, a hundred flowers should be smiling and soft Bi Lou traces of the old poems, it is really a wonderful word. Its pair of clouds: Mao Jinhuan flowers are a wave of water, the rainbow is stacked with greenery, and there is another link: drifting sky light, Qianqiuling Snow Bright Heart Mirror, wild flower vase, the same Fanghua Wanwan wave. Literati inkers, calling friends and friends, do not sing here, the interest is very good!
Not far away, there is the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree, with upright branches and beautiful shapes, known as the Great Immortal of White Fruit. Its trunk is unusually thick, the branches are black and innumerable, full of leaves are wrapped, and the bushes of rattan hang lightly on the treetops, just like the endless waves of the waves.
Finally came to the pride of Baihuatan - Hui Garden, covering an area of 9 acres, designed and built based on the Gaojia compound described in the famous novel "Home" of the literary giant Ba Jin. The tall and majestic former residence, hidden among the green pines and cypresses, is particularly quiet and mysterious. I wondered to myself whether the spark of life and death, love and hate, the awakening and rise and fall of the nation, the friction and rupture of new ideological trends and old rituals, was immediately staged in front of my eyes, and when I was in it, I couldn't help but think of thousands of thoughts and surge in my heart.
Ba Jin, formerly known as Li Yaotang, the character Fu Gan, born in Chengdu in 1904, the original site is Zhengtong Shun Street, in 1925, Ba Jin rushed out of the feudal family and studied in Europe. Later, the family was destroyed, the mansion was sold, demolished, and now only the only remains of the double-eyed well, which caused Ba Jin's infinite memories and sentimentality.
Directly in front of HuiYuan is the bronze statue of Ba Jin, 3.2 meters high, the size of a real person, dressed in four bags of Zhongshan suit, square glasses, deep eyes, staring forward, left hand behind, right hand pillar crutch, walking fast forward, lifelike, as if to see the white hair fluttering, quite melancholy temperament of Ba Jin. I was looking carefully around the bronze statue, did not think, the calf collided with the base, I was a toe, this silent communication, is the old Mr. Barkin annoyed me, to give the offspring a crutch of the drunk? Thinking of this, I can't help but laugh.
Chuanxi famous house style Hui Garden, the gate left and right two links: Bashan Shu water land spirit people called Juehui, gold phase jade Tianbao special quaza Ya garden. Sure enough, he spoke extraordinaryly, and his breath was great. HuiYuan is a typical courtyard style, hidden by the rockery like a cluster of green peaks, similar to the Wuyu residence in the Grand View Garden, symbolizing the outer softness and inner beauty? The left and right two-compartment rooms, the large patio in the middle, inlaid with neat bluestone, the red columns on both sides support the winding corridor, and plant dozens of pots of flowers of large and small sizes, competing for the core and spitting out the heart, the colorful fighting, the flowers are colorful, and the fragrance is striking. Of course, there are also a few old trees, standing tall and steep, their leaves are like umbrellas, and there are ditches around the courtyard, and the water is clear, babbling, and there is a touch of oil and shiny moss.
Above the corridor, under the hollow window ledge, the "Century Barkin Exhibition" collects a large number of precious pictures, manuscripts, and interesting anecdotes of Ba Jin's life, such as: don't like birthdays, looking for things, summer Barkin, don't forget Chinese, dog house, love hometown, calm and serious thinking, rejection of inscriptions, etc., through these introductions, let us have a general understanding of Barkin's interests, hobbies, joys and sorrows. There are also old record players, pens, desks, sofas, gifts from friends, and Panda pictures of Wu Zuoren, which are the embellishments of Mr. Ba Jin's life.
I also saw Ba Jin's riptide trilogy - "Home", "Spring", "Autumn", and also read the love trilogy - "Thunder", "Rain", "Electricity", as well as "Destruction", "Cold Night", which made people sigh suddenly, it was an era of brilliant stars and hundreds of schools of thought, and a lot of masters and masters emerged.
Ba Jin also made me unforgettable is "Missing Xiao Shan", which tells the great love of mutual love and life and death, their smiles and sounds are still there, making people cry, and can't help but ask the world: What is love, straight life and death?
The two-fold hall is the Ziwei Hall, to the lianyue: the giant article calls on the hot blood to see the three steps into the rapids, and the alpine character remembers the chichen elderly insist on the truth. I generally lament that the warlords of the old society are in a scuffle, the people are not talking about their lives, the lives are ruined, and the masses of the people are under the nest, and there are eggs? There are a few people who can do what they say, not only to destroy the family, but also to expose your three layers of skin out of thin air.
In the Memorial Hall of the Peony Hall, the couplet is also cloudy: Hui this reward is born of the family brown, the garden is built because of the MingDe Changxin, and the Tibetan head poem points out the origin of the Minghui Garden. There are dozens of Ba Jin complete works, novels, essays, and poems on display here, and I am in awe of the richness of his creation and the high level of achievement.
Driving the yangyang sprinkling, trickling long stream of words, such as driving cattle and sheep, Ku Ding to relieve cattle, Ba Jin Dang is one of the world's best masters. I have experienced the difficulty of creating a long novel, just like the difficulty of Shu Dao. The torture and hardship, from the inside to the outside, from the outside and the inside, is beyond the ordinary people to understand, I once wrote: "Writing a long novel is so difficult, I did not expect it." It requires a long period of accumulation, all-encompassing knowledge, creative passion brewing, perseverance, and a relaxed and comfortable environment. When everything is in place, there will be a story that may not be perfect.
Novels require endless work and good control of the whole novel. Like a marathon, sometimes the creators have reached the physical and psychological limits, and the reserves of resources are almost exhausted. At this critical moment, the wolf is afraid of the tiger, the foot is stagnant, and the impulse to write is inadvertently lost, and how much regret will be left for himself. As the saying goes, persistence is victory, which is very important in the process of novel writing.
The structure of the story, the choice of language, the formation of style, the transformation of personality, we need to constantly revise, improve. Like a giant ship advancing in a storm, we must not only take the helm, but also be vigilant and avoid the reef at any time. The writing of novels is indeed a challenge to the author's ability, psychological suffering, and a test of stoic character. When I was about to see the end and look forward to the ribbon fluttering, the feeling of being impetuous, confused, and empty, so the dog tail continued to mink, leaving a lifelong regret. "I have to sincerely admire and appreciate Mr. Barkin's talent.
Of course, there are also many relics of Mr. Ba Jin here, such as Su Lei's scripture writing, curved horn cups, miniature sculptures of art, weeping laughing children, Li Baichaoqing pottery figurines, birthday stars color silk, anti-US and aid-Korea cups, bullet copper canes, small screens, book and newspaper clips donated by Ms. Bingxin, table lamps used by Mr. Bingxin, and so on. It is hard to imagine that Mr. Ba Jin's huge works were all born in such a simple and old place, and there are still several caprice records on the table, and when the family first recounts, he is obviously still alive (Lu Xun)... It really starts from the ordinary, ends at the height, sighs the wonderful pen like a brocade, and writes through the taste of the world. There is also hanging on the wall "Shenzhou Huayun Map" painted with hibiscus, butterflies, and strange stones, but "Spring Dawn of The Western Shu" is bamboo, water, and flowers, indicating that Ba Jin is also a scholar with deep artistic attainments, and his achievements are not accidental, from life bit by bit, making people feel convinced from the heart.
Ba Jin's life was a very glorious life of high wind and bright festivals, approachable, asking for the people's lives, worrying about the country and the people. Although he has already traveled west with a crane, he is gradually drifting away. But his words, his conduct, and his thoughts will always inspire us, the new generation of Sichuanese, to go out of the basin and carry forward the Ba Jin spirit.
The small hundred flowers pond, the beautiful hundred flower pond, the cultural hundred flower pond, carrying the glory and ideal of Mr. Wang, will always write a poetic stroke in our hearts.
Every time I come to Baihuatan and listen to Ba Jin's voice, it is a spiritual washing and sublimation.
About author:Lan Huamao, graduated from Sichuan Normal University majoring in Chinese language and literature, and has published many poems, articles and novels in newspapers, magazines, websites and public accounts.