Written to Kasuga's father, Xie Pu

Written to The Father in Kasuga

Wen 丨 Xie Mingzi

"Katsuri looking for the Surabaya waterfront, the boundless scenery is new for a while", in the blink of an eye, it is the spring equinox, looking at the cherry blossoms outside the window, the smoke willows are blowing the embankment, and I don't feel wet eyes. Spring is a season of joy, and for me, since my father's departure, spring has become a day of remembrance of farewell and eternal life, love and time.

My father, Xie Pu, was a writer of equal stature, a veteran of the literary and artistic front, and an elderly man of high moral standing. He has worked tirelessly throughout his life, publishing a total of 29 literary works, including the short story collection "Sister Love" and "February Lan"; the children's literature collection "Bamboo Baby" and "Lulu"; the long novel "Hai Ge and the Fox Spirit"; the long fairy tale "The Little Dog Wants to Be a Big Mayor"; the essay collection "Pearl Fu Xie Pu Prose Selection"; the short and medium fairy tale collection "The Big World Under the Eaves", "Slow Half Step", "Defeating Troubles"; the novella "Yelang Xi Uncle", etc., a total of 29 literary works.

(Taken in Ruijin, Jiangxi in 2005, from right Xie Mingzi, Xie Pu, Xie Ranzi, Mrs. Xie Pu)

My father loved life and longed for spring. Works such as "February Orchid" and "Pearl Endowment" are simple, fresh and beautiful, which have become the motivation for readers to pursue truth, goodness and beauty, and have become the first and most beautiful eternal memories of their fathers in children's hearts.

In the spring of 2018, he waved his hand to others and drove the crane fairy away. I remember the day before was a sting, I called him and reported him, Daddy, you listen, thunder, everything is moving! Spring is really here! ...... Of course, he could no longer respond, but I hoped that the news of this spring would bring him a little comfort and joy.

Father loved spring. In my family, Li Chun Day is to eat raw radish, known as "biting spring". The mother cut a very ordinary white radish, the father personally distributed it to our children, took the lead in eating it with great interest, and told us in a very infectious tone, "If you bite the grass roots, then Pepsi can do", spring is coming, to lift the spirits! For us children, what is the relationship between that spicy turnip and spring and spirit, but it is confused, but it is infected by the surging poetry and enthusiasm of the father, and also swallows the radish slice in one bite, and then quietly whispers.

There is also the stinging of the festival. On that day, my father would care if there was thunder or not. "Stinging and thunder, grain and rice piles", in the consciousness of the writer, the spring thunder of this day can awaken the sleeping seeds in the soil, and the harvest will be good. When we were young, he would take us under the eaves to listen to the thunder and watch the rain, and also teach us to put our hands on our ears, loosen them for a while, and cover them for a while, so that the sound of wind and rain became a symphony. We cheered, clapped our hands and stomped our feet, and wet our shoes.

I think that the concept of love and time is also like a seed, which has been sown by our father in our little hearts.

However, after the 2018 sting, we lost our father. Many people say that in fact, my father lived in the spring and became a god. Of course, I am willing to believe this, with his full talent and poetic meaning, with his tenacity to insist that Qingshan will not relax, his father is the same existence as spring. Turn a dull life into a glittering article, use raw flowers and wonderful pens to achieve the "cause of sowing the sunshine", and nourish the hearts of countless readers with the help of newspapers and periodicals! Leaving Fang Fei all over the world, he did.

Today is the spring equinox, the spring light is infinitely good, but the person who has lost his father and then his mother has suddenly come up with the old things, and he cannot help but sigh in his heart. Spring is gone, spring is here again! Father is gone, father lives in the spring, but where is it? Where is Spring Returning? Lonely with no way out.

I remember the poem I wrote to my father after he left:

Father, I have just read the selected poems you sent. Han Wei Eight Generations Of Poetry, this is your and my favorite poem. In the book, you write a note that you ask at will, and you send me that "all kinds of fun are smokey... Read, write, write mountains and rivers new", ink as new.

So, dear you, are you living in this ink fragrance?

Father, the writers are commemorating you. On this sad spring day, they say, you have turned into spring mud and nourished all things.

Father, you see, your February blue is swaying in this spring breeze, and your spring sun is sowing a field of hope.

You see, you are not there, peach li baichun is still the same;

You see, you're not there, the early warblers murmuring to warm the trees, the kapok scorching the charming eyes.

So, in this ever-changing world, you

Constant.

Today is the vernal equinox. Twenty-four solar terms a year, this is the fourth. My father often said that the plan of the year lies in the spring, and timely encouragement should be given, and time is not waiting for others. We are all polished in time, and we also create ourselves in the solar terms, whether it is articles or life... Then wish us a stay with Spring! Yes, you see, there is an elder who blesses us.

Editor's note: There is always a feeling that warms our childhood and nourishes our lives, so that we can calm down on the road of life that is tired and burdensome, listen to the voice of the heart, feel the power of love, and thus be able to move forward more calmly and calmly.

【About Mr. Xie Pu】

Mr. Xie Pu is a national first-class writer, successively serving as a full-time member of the presidium of the Hunan Provincial Federation of Literature and Literature, vice chairman and honorary chairman of the Hunan Writers Association, director of the Hunan Provincial Children's Literature Committee, editor-in-chief of Xiaoxiliu magazine, founder of Little Angel Newspaper, vice chairman and executive chairman of the Hunan Provincial Federation of Literature and Literature, deputy to the third and fifth people's congresses of Hunan Province, and seventh standing committee member of Hunan Province of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. Judge of the First National Children's Literature Award of the Chinese Writers Association, Judge of the First Jury of the Mao Zedong Literature Award, Head of the Delegation of Chinese Writers Visiting Myanmar (December 1989 - January 1990), and was commended by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs for his visit to China.

Mr. Yan Wenjing, an old writer, said in "Reminiscences and Strange Collections and Generation Sequences", "You are a writer with your own characteristics... Your 'characters', ordinary people who are kind, brave, hardworking, and have their own views of good and evil. They are always unhappy, they are always failing, yet their souls are always shining. ”

The famous literary critic Ouyang Wenbin once said that Xie Pu's literature touched nostalgia and sang the pastoral songs of the new era. "His bright pen and ink, his eloquent narration, like a gust of fresh wind, a fountain of water... Between the lines of that word, the pulse of the long-lost hometown beat. And the children of Xiangxi who jumped on the paper inevitably evoked my distant memories. ”

Guo Feng, a well-known critic, believes that Xie Pu's prose embodies a kind of cultural temperament of the homeland and expresses a kind of true feeling of solidarity with the people. "Comrade Xie Pu can be said to have done it for children and teenagers... These works not only have a children's interest, but also embody the innocent heart of a writer. ”