Cover news reporter Zhang Jie
"Qingqing's Wangwu Mountain and ancient trees evoke nostalgia. I was in Wangwu Mountain for eighteen years, she was in Wangwu Mountain for five years, one day is longer than a hundred years, surprised by her observation and depiction of the wind objects in the mountain, and the grass and trees are like boudoir friends, which can be said and spoken, such as resentment. Li Er, a writer and winner of the Mao Dun Literature Prize, admitted that the mountains and rivers and trees depicted in "WangWu Shan Ju Handbook" caused his memories of his hometown Jiyuan.
Indeed, "memories" are the theme that runs through the entire book of "Wangwu Shanju Notes", natural scenes, their sounds, smells, refreshing and simple tastes, mobilize all the senses, let people return to the situation of the past, reminding people who belong to the past. Reading the writer's memories and experiences, we may suddenly find the scene of déjà vu and return to the old days of our nostalgia.
The author Qingqing is the winner of the Sun Li Prose Award and the Du Fu Literature Award. This book is a collection of essays and essays written by her five years at the lower mountain of Wangwu Mountain. In the book, she observes nature from a keen and affectionate perspective, depicts the colors, sounds, fragrances and tastes in the mountains and forests and courtyards, writes the unique character of all things, and records the way of life that is closely connected with nature, with quaint meaning and full of fashion.
According to the different themes, the whole book is included in the 4 series of "Looking at the Mountain", "Visiting trees", "Cilantro Garden" and "Planting Flowers". In the theme essay of "Looking at the Mountains", starting from the Wangwu Mountain in the Central Plains, north and the banks of the Heilongjiang River, and south to the ancient tea gardens of Manmai and Mengsong in Yunnan, the writer feels the different natural features and captures the meteorological winds and objects between the mountains and rivers. The quiet and thick night in the mountains, the light of the sky at different times, the colors of the mountains in all seasons, and the free and spiritual small animals have aroused the writer's reverie about life.
In the series "Visiting the Tree", the tree is like a gentleman, and the tree is like seeing the deceased. Under the shadow of the tree, the writer visits his old friends, reminisces about the wise men of ancient times, and encounters strange people in the world. The article in "The Garden" is a handwritten post left by the writer after planting flowers and lettuce in his own courtyard. Grass and trees have different personalities, there are "arrogant" people, so that writers feel "sweet burden"; there are wild people, writers are moved by its vigorous vitality. The series "Planting Flowers" brings together the most emotional words: nostalgia born of a flower, unforgettable affection and love, the sympathetic feelings between confidants connected by verses, and with the fragrance of flowers, they once again surge in the heart...
In addition to the text, the book also contains nearly 40 full-color hand-painted illustrations. The illustrations are painted by the painter, poet and writer Feng Jie, and depict the natural scenery of the Central Plains with freehand brush and ink, which is bright and elegant, and contrasts with the prose. The cross-page atlas "Wangwu Mountain Grass and Wood Atlas" at the beginning of the volume shows the unique cultural landscape and the most representative plants of Wangwu Mountain with a white stroke method, which not only leads readers to intuitively understand Wangwu Mountain like a tour map, but also like a guide map of memory - the clear and clear white space between delicate brushstrokes is waiting for readers to fill their own memories.
Excerpt from the "Handbook of Wang Wu Shan Ju":
Text/Qingqing
One of the after-effects of my childhood life is that I like silence, which I slowly realized after middle age, but I can no longer find silence in the city. Endless flow of people, congested traffic, even in the middle of the night, the streets are still crowded. In the city, I always feel like a passerby, unable to find a stable presence, fortunately, the neighborhood I chose is very large. The community is still in the spark stage of the early 2000s to develop, the land outside the North Ring Road is very cheap, the real estate developer in the center of the community dug a large lake, planted with willow trees and lotuses, in the middle of the rockery, planted with cherry blossoms, peach blossoms, wisteria and so on. In addition, there is a walled river around the community to separate villas, townhouses and "civilian areas".
Because there is water, the plants in the community are particularly luxuriant, there are water and trees, and there are naturally many birds. Although more people than birds have poured into the community in recent years, and the community is about to become a messy town, I am still reluctant to move away, because in this community, I can occasionally find the remaining tranquility. It must be after ten o'clock in the spring night, most of the people in the community began to bathe and sleep, and the lake began to calm down. There are shadows of willow trees in the lake, and if it is after the spring equinox, you can still hear the call of frogs.
The bamboo forest, cloves, peach and poplar trees by the lake have all slept, and the green brick paved path is drifting in the night, as if it has fallen asleep. When the frogs are not barking, you can hear the sound of lilacs cracking open their bones, the sound of gray magpies in the trees grunting in their sleep, and the sound of fish in the lake suddenly jumping out of the water and snapping, all of which make the night so silent. Listen intently, you can hear the deep breathing of the night, and the slow heartbeat.
The winter night with snow is also exceptionally silent, the lake is lonely, the snow hits the bamboo leaves or small shrubs, rustling, as if there are countless small beasts running together, it should be a silver fox, the light footsteps are silent like cats, the hair is silver and white, and the swept earth begins to glow. The snow slowly thickened, and there was a strange creaking sound under the feet, as if stepping on the slippery cool back of the frog, and the white frog "squeaked" and slid down from its feet, and more frogs waited in front. In the snowy night, everything exists, and it seems that it will disappear at any time. Snow modifies their shape and curves, making everything round and plump, soft and pure.
These deep silences can suddenly remind people of the ultimate questions of life, such as how did you come into this world, and which person in the family inherited his hair and skin? Was the "me" before me a sika deer or a flower? The silence made me feel myself more deeply. "Through silence, we overcome time", which seems to be a poem. When complete silence envelops a person, who can communicate with everything in the universe, we hear not only the sounds of nature, but also the sounds of the wider universe, and we see the ecstasy of the stars again.