A name is a symbol of a person. Surname and first name, sex and fate, all exist in the name. And everyone's name grows from the meridians and latitudes of love, dependent on sex and survives in reality. But it is really not easy for you to say the origin of this name.
Naming, the person being named has no right to speak. Names are like the seeds of life, which sprout from the land of parental imagery as early as in conception. I don't know how much the name implies about life's fortunes. But the role and energy stored by this code name is enormous. When the name is transplanted to the heavenly grid and the earth grid of the hukou, it grows with life.
Confucius said: If the name is not right, the words are not smooth. When I grew up with my name and was able to make my own voice heard, I had to change my name to make it more catchy. Self-praise, with its name, in order to be from the truth. Parents blocked. Why give a boy a female name? Mom and Dad gave me three reasons. The surname is left by the ancestors, needless to say, it is the inheritance of the genetic information of the ancestors, in the middle is our generation, and the last word is your name. When you take the name, your grandmother spoke up and asked to leave her a small seat. Grandma's surname is Wang. When taking the name, your grandfather said that this child looks as beautiful as the Yangzhou "Qionghua", so let's name it "Qiong". The left and right halves are harmonious, and can reflect the care of Grandma's company.
Is the name of the flower bad? How beautiful are the flowers! I'm a boy. Don't love red makeup, love armed. Names should be masculine. I don't like the name of this powder, I want to change it. change! The father heard the fire come up. I haven't looked for you yet, and you juniors are clamoring to change your name. Change, just give me a little bit of the surname, change it back.
Dad, who never gets angry, slaps his hand heavily on the generous table. As soon as the words came out, they shocked me. A little less, it's not our Ling. The three points of water of our Ling surname were given by the emperor. In those years, our ancestors were rewarded by the emperor for national merit, and our ancestors did not want any material rewards. The emperor rewarded us with a little water, and I was frightened. The emperor had already been overthrown, and even the words in the Xinhua dictionary did not tell me how to change. You just splinter your mouth. You have to keep writing like this. It's not that others tell you how to write, but that you have to write your own last name correctly. A person who even writes his surname wrong, tells people how to look at you.
It is not clear that the unclear name change storm has been changed by tradition. But the hurdle in my heart has not yet passed. I wrote ling with three points of water on the homework book, and the teacher said, how do you keep typos. I have nothing to say, the teacher changed, I will still follow my father's words next time, write three points of water Ling. I can't find the evidence, but I believe Dad, the message passed down to our descendants. The name also implies information that I do not know, and the squeeze of real culture makes me leave many questions and dare not ask. From then on, there was no mention of the name change. Just write me three points of water Ling.
The code of Chinese characters carries the information of the ancestors of the family, and constructs my pictogram with the field of cultural inheritance. The new combination of Chinese characters has spawned a new humanistic story. I can't do the bitinal analysis like Xu Shen's "Explanation of Words", but can only "hope for the meaning of the characters" and "delete the complexity and simplify" to write the shape of the name. Let humanity be rooted, pinned on a name of expectation, and grow with me.
At school, my name was extended by my classmates to the weak and uncontrollable Lin Daiyu in "Dream of the Red Chamber". I just emphasize that I am the "Ling" of the three points of water, not the double wood "forest". I am an upward teenager, how can I become the object of Criticism of Feng Zi Xiu Lin Daiyu weak and can't help the wind. I went home and got into trouble with my parents. Parents simply say, ignore it, just do it. I endured to go to middle school, and because of my name, I was nicknamed "Sister Lin". I blushed, and the name made me feel a little annoyed, and I stopped arguing. The name has grown into the shape it is now with me, and it can't be changed, maybe this name has some implication for the fortunes of life. The name was shouted and shouted, and I gradually listened to it.
Who knows, as soon as the name is on the journey of life, it brings me humor and laughter. Before going to work, I was asked to stand in the middle of the girls' line, which caused everyone to laugh; at dinner, I became the "party representative" of the girls' table, and at night, I was arranged in the same room as another girl. I had to state that I was a boy.
After I began publishing literary works, I kept receiving courtship letters from my male compatriots. I was afraid of hurting the other party. I can only let these letter mud cattle into the sea without a message. When one of my small poems , "Umbrella", opened a heavenly umbrella, a small island that could not get wet, drifted in the wind and rain------ a few small poems were published, and I continued to receive poetry reviews and pursuit letters from a male teacher at X Middle School. The troubles of youth and the humor of life make me find someone to let go. I don't know how many turns this male teacher understood.
After I went to work in the Tongling Nonferrous Metals Propaganda Department, I often contacted the supplement of Tongling Nonferrous Newspaper. I also often called at night to talk about literature. Sometimes before you know it, a long time has passed. The big man who was the editor of the supplement suddenly said on the hotline one day that he would meet somewhere tomorrow and that he had something important to say in person.
I did as promised, looked left and right, and did not see anyone. I feel a little strange to myself, how can a trustworthy person ---- Ling Daiqiong, a voice shouting, I answered in a smooth voice, and I did not see him. Just a beautiful woman looking at me in front of me. The barking started again, and I answered again, impatiently saying, "What about you hide from cats?" At this time, the editor of the supplement who had met me came to me. The woman with the beautiful fingers said, you don't know each other yet, right? This is my wife, aberration, aberration. We went out on the street to buy clothes, and here we met you, and by chance, we left. Meet, and leave me there again, and I shook my head incomprehensibly.
The next day at work, the editor explained to me that my wife had been at home for several months, saying that I had suddenly fallen in love with a woman named Ling Daiqiong. It was a long time to make a phone call. That's why I directed such a show of meeting. Yesterday, as soon as I arrived home with my wife, my wife changed the norm of the Cold War, laughed to herself, and said to a man who takes a woman's name, husband, I misunderstood you. Try on the dress you bought today and show it up in front of me. I hurriedly said that my name is across your ranks, causing you a gap, and I am sorry. Tonight, I invited you and your husband and wife to drink the wine of atonement, and when we finished, we both laughed.
This kind of "not easy to be worldly, not famous" thing has happened to me repeatedly. Hainan, abbreviated as "Qiong". After the establishment of the province in 1989, all three of my brothers went to Hainan. And I, who was named "Qiong", became the actual Hainan Copper Office. In his hometown of Tongling, he was in charge of the brothers' "Qiongzhou" and became a veritable "Qiong". For a time, my home and my office became the Tongling office in Hainan. Relatives, classmates, friends, literary friends, colleagues, acquaintances and acquaintances, all came to the door.
In the tomb group of King Hanliang in The MangzhongShan mountain of Shangqiu, Henan, wenyou asked what the big thing was called, and I answered casually without hesitation: It is the refrigerator used by modern people. The tour guide came to ask, you have come, no. Guess what. In fact, the ancient person who managed the ice was called "Ling Ren", I am the descendant of the Ling people, the things used by the ancestors, as soon as they enter the eyes, the objects are connected with the memories in the body, of course, they can answer at first sight.
Our Surname Ling, from the surname Ji, is a descendant of Ji Chang, the King of Zhou Wen. King Wen's ninth son, Uncle Kang, was enfeoffed in Wei and established the State of Wei. Some of Uncle Kang's sons served as officials in the Zhou Dynasty, and the official position was Lingren, which was the subordinate of Zhou Litianguan, the official in charge of the ice chamber, and was an official position responsible for preserving and storing ice cubes, and his descendants took his official position as a surname, so the Ling clan was born.
My name is Joan, and I am ashamed to meet Qionghua, but I am already middle-aged. Attended a PEN meeting in Zhenjiang, and took a taxi with Wenyou to Yangzhou to see Qionghua. Although people have prepared in their hearts for Qionghua, the unique beauty of Qiong'er still amazes me. Although Han Qi's poem: "Wei Yang is a flower, there is no kind of similar species in the four seas." After the year, the earth temple is more expensive than Qiong Yao. "I have also read it earlier, but I am still a little intoxicated by the flowers that my tree has blossomed on the ground.
On the green branches of the qiong tree, the qiong flowers grow in the inflorescence of the polygonal inflorescence at the end of the branches. The flowers are as big as a plate and as white as jade. Surrounded by eight sepal-developing infertile flowers, the center is a hermaphrodite flower. The breeze blows, the flowers and buds tremble slightly, and the fragrance is overflowing. The petals are with nascent folds, slowly blooming, delicate and lovely. Lead washed, plain and beautiful.
It was only then that I suddenly understood the intention of my parents in naming me. The name implies a legendary romance, and the parents are really well-intentioned. I reveled in the flower language, and the tour guide told the story of "Qionghua" in the fragrance of Qionghua.
According to legend, Qionghua was originally the younger sister of Yang Guang, the Sui Dynasty Emperor. In the deep palace, he grew into a beautiful woman. At the age of fifteen, he bathed in the forbidden garden bath in the middle of summer. The Sui Emperor ignored Tianlun's shame and put away his sister's clothes and pants. The red stripe pounced on Qionghua like a wolf. Qionghua Jade is clean and clear, her temperament is fierce, and she vows to die. The Sui Emperor's rape did not succeed. Poor Qionghua Yu was horrified, ashamed and embarrassed. Since then, the water and rice have not been wet, and the bed cannot be afforded. The queen mother ordered the medical doctor to take medicine, and Qionghua kept her mouth shut. The illness is getting worse. The queen mother was helpless and led Qionghua to the Luo Temple to ask for God's blessing, and Qionghua took advantage of the fact that no one was prepared and threw herself into Luoshui to commit suicide. When the jade meteor soul was extinguished, the dark clouds rose steeply, the heavy rain poured down, and the waves and waves pushed its beautiful jade body towards the Yellow River and the Grand Canal, and drifted all the way to Yangzhou in the south of the jiangnan province, stopping at the back beach next to the Houtu Temple. The monks of the Houtu Temple were compassionate, collected the jade spirit, and buried it behind the temple. The grave soil is scattered with incense, and the nameless tree suddenly grows, and in an instant the branches are luxuriant, the buds bloom together, and the huge and peculiar flowers are white and crystalline, like frost and snow. In particular, the soaring aroma rippled out, enveloping the entire Yangzhou City! For a moment, the officials and families of the whole city were alarmed to watch it together, and they were all amazed. The incense of the Houtu Temple is also unprecedentedly vigorous, which is the spirit of Qionghua in heaven and the grace of the monks of the Houtu Temple for their compassion and good deeds.
The local officials of Yangzhou received this strange news and reported to the Sui Emperor, who urgently ordered hundreds of workers to rush to build a painting boat, take the concubine Jiali, chase the waves, and travel day and night to Yangzhou to see the flowers. Unexpectedly, as soon as the Sui Emperor arrived at the Qionghua Tomb of the Houtu Temple, the strange flowers of the tree suddenly withered. The eerie cold air goes straight into the bone marrow. In the haze, I saw Qionghua standing above the clouds, glaring angrily. The Sui Emperor knew that his sins were serious, and his soul was suddenly scattered, and he subconsciously shouted "Qionghua!" Joan of Arc! "The name Qionghua came from this. At that time, the Sui Emperor had flowers in his eyes, his eyes were bleeding, he became blind, and soon died in Yangzhou.
Subsequently, the Jin people plundered the Qionghua and planted them in the Imperial Garden, but they always withered and did not grow, resembling a mallet. However, the remnants of the Houtu Temple in Yangzhou, after a night of thunderstorms, sprouted and came back from the dead. It is still full of flowers and leaves, and the fragrance is as good as ever. Emperor Renzong of Song also moved the Qionghua tree of the Houtu Temple and planted it in the Forbidden Garden, which also withered like wood in less than a year. Return to Yangzhou and immediately resurrected.
Today's Qionghua, although it has lost the legendary brilliance, but her ice and jade purity, still win people's love. By the blooming qionghua tree, the people who took pictures were lining up.
Human names and life are inextricably linked, use your own name, as long as we let go of the body that serves sentient beings, life and your name can be merged into one, you can achieve a kind of "light" in life. The inner tranquility made me more and more like a walking tree. The leader once came to me and transferred to the Beijing office, but I did not go. Later, after consultation, the Hainan office was transferred to work, and I did not agree.
Man is a walking tree, and a tree is a standing man. Life in the underworld makes me, who comes from the cold and warm of human feelings and the true way, live as naturally as a joan tree, living in a corner of emptiness in the four dimensions. I know that the Word is not far away, but in my heart. Therefore, I am grateful with love for the land that gave birth to me and raised me. Every year, the sun and moon accumulate strength, and every year in different branches and different spaces and times, the buds of fireworks in March bloom without leaving the body and mind.
About author:Ling Daiqiong Is a member of the Chinese Prose Literature Association and a member of the Anhui Writers Association. He has published more than 1.5 million words of various literary works in newspapers and magazines such as "Selected Essays", "Life Weekly", "Prose World", "Prose Hundred Families", "Chang'an", "Hainan Daily" and other newspapers and magazines. He is the author of the essay collection "There is a Kind of Waiting Called Hope" and "Blue Sky : Fifteen Clouds". His works have been selected into more than 20 editions of "Collection of Representative Works of Chinese Essayists", "Chinese Prose Series", "Selected 300 Chinese Essays", "Ten Years of Prose Selection", "China's Most Beautiful Prose", "Selected Hundred Essays", etc. He has won more than 20 national prose awards.