Trickle into the sea, gather sand into towers
This issue of the Famous Artists Feature is an excerpt from lu award winner and "post-70s" writer Lu Min's new realist novel "Golden River". Through the vicissitudes of Mu Youheng's family, this novel penetrates the personal life history with a large historical pattern, places typical characters in the torrent of the times, and tells stories about moral emotions, material creation and the multi-frequency resonance of the times. Lu Min said that this is a big river that flows with the passion of wealth and shimmers with material colors.
The rivers of history emerge from the water, leaving behind cultural and spiritual wealth. Chibi writer Jiang Hong's "They Once Passed through Chibi", counting the origins of generations of literati in Chibi (formerly Puxi), from QuZi, Shi Xian, Shi Sheng, to "Lu Guomao", Xie Bingying and Zhou Libo, to Luo Wen, who came to the land water test dam to build wind collection, Zhang Jie, who came to the land and water coast to find "parental love"... They left footprints in the ancient city, like the sound of geese passing by, and the classics they created are still stirring today.
Literature comes from life. The footprint changes, do not change the original intention. Writer Chen Gang's "The Coward" is written about his parents' mental journey of bidding farewell to the fields that have been entangled for most of their lives, relocating to a new city, and making other places their hometowns. They have the pain and timidity of leaving their homeland, and finally through the warm bond of their neighbors, they make their spirit light and happy.
In the torrent of the times, everyone is a drop of water or a grain of sand, and it is precisely because of these thousands of waters and sands that they trickle into the sea and gather sand into towers, have the glory of history, and write the wonderful chapters of the times.
(Zhou Lu)
Golden River
One
"Sieves. Hold the sieve and die again. Hearing this, Teacher Xie had to put his raised ass back on the chair.
There was always too much force, the throat was shaking, and the saliva was hanging down. Sieves refer to grandchildren. I want a sieve. Lately he's been yelling about this to everyone, including the property workers who come to the door to drain old toilets. Hey boy, you know what? My two sons, an old fool and a disobedient son, have made me have no sieve until now. This is almost in the ground, how to give up on me? The property guy has to come almost once a month, and he is tired of hearing this crooked tongue, wearing a mask and just burying his head in work. The toilet should have been thrown eight hundred times, but he would rather report it over and over again. Heavenly path rewards diligence, and heavenly path also pays thrift! Can you change everything at every turn, can you have a little affection? Sitting on it several times a day, sitting for ten minutes and half an hour, I can whisper. Give me a golden toilet for a white and not necessarily change it. He was stingy and always more convincing than his generosity.
"Understood. Or should I talk to the second brother again? Naturally, the foolish son Mu Cang was not in the field of vision of this matter, and he had to find him to claim the so-called disobedient son Wang Sang. The second eldest, Wang Sang, followed the surname of his mother Wang Yunqing, and when Wang Sang was eight months old, Wang Yunqing jumped off the building and left. Wang Sang has been married for eight years, the wedding officiation speech is still written by Teacher Xie, wishing them an early birth of a noble son, the bride Ding Ning now has fine folds on her face, and her body is still like an uncivilized bitter virgin.
In the past, there were always people who were not concerned about these people's moral affairs, and it was too late to be busy with business. In the past three or two years, as far as Teacher Xie's cold eyes are concerned, I am afraid that it is also one of the desires that will inevitably come after retiring from the business world and becoming ill, which is the same thing as those old men in his small circle who are keen on superstition and love science. In general, there is not much interest in the flesh body of The King Kong is not bad and long-lived, and it is considered to be a unique path, and the vision is far-sighted.
Let's say, leave a celebrity. He expressed his admiration for Mr. Run Run Shaw to Mr. Xie many times, and considered his "name retention" strategy to be very exemplary. The middle school where Wang Sang studied had Yifu Hall, Wang Sang's later university had Yifu Building, where to see a doctor, and Yifu Hospital. Sigh, he repeatedly sighed, and moved the idea of this aspect, let Teacher Xie go to contact, donate a Heng Road, a Heng Bridge, a Heng River, a Heng Park, a Heng Library or whatever, no matter how big or small, can be named. He even expressed such a realmed meaning with a grim face: Doing business is the original sin. Building a few roads with a balance, building a few bridges with a balance, how good, is equivalent to letting thousands of people step on it, but also to help me clean, help me to study.
Teacher Xie got the order and successively went to the Geographical Names Office, the Road and Bridge Office, the Greening Office, the Cultural Center, the Street Office and other places to contact, the municipal level can not change the county level, the city can not change the township. There have been many jokes and failed jokes. It's not about money or merit at all. Roads and bridges, that is public facilities, to be named in the name of individuals, the approval procedures have to go through several lanes, and in the end it is generally such an opinion: First of all, if it is a big celebrity, it is best to be a cultural celebrity, so that it can be regarded as a cultural tourism resource. Entrepreneur, do you think it is appropriate? Moreover, it is best to die, and the evaluation and achievement have been concluded, so that it can be submitted. May I ask if this old Mr. Mu Youheng is...
Teacher Xie finally reluctantly did it, but he contacted two idle houses on the street, set up a headless and brainless Mu Youheng health care room, organized free clinics on a regular basis, and then infinitely allocated a batch of environmental protection cloth bags with the words "Mu Youheng", which were placed on the other side of the box for people to pick up, which was considered to be the end of the matter. "That. You, don't use it. Once Aunt Xiao also carried the bag to buy vegetables, and was stopped by the general shout. The bag is specially made by a designer, the word "have" of the grass is extremely ethereal, and the fancy English letter decoration can be said to be the unity of China and the West.
In parallel with the name is the concentration of firepower to think of the grandson. Thinking of a move, I asked Teacher Xie to summon Wang Sang to perform a performance-style admonition. At that time, he had not yet suffered a stroke, and he was full of anger.
Although I am a single branch of the Mu family, I am not for the ancestral tomb incense or anything. Facing the contrarian Wang Sang and Teacher Xie, who was on the side of Xingling, there was always enthusiasm and lengthy reminiscences of his middle school style, proving that he understood civilization, talked about materialism, loved to read some books, and also read foreign novels. For example, in "The Revenge of Kiddon Mountain", he fluently says the name of Edmond Dontés, tells several of the plots, and sees the Earl...
Yes, he himself has no children and no daughters and adopts an orphan daughter, Wang Sang coldly interjected, this boy reacted too quickly, mean. There was a general immediate stop, turned to him in the army with comrades-in-arms to do blackboard newspaper, he wrote poetry and edited, He Jixiang painted art characters, won several awards. Speaking of this, there was a general cough suddenly, the skin of the face became red, and he poured four or five large mouthfuls of tea directly, and the forked breath could not go down. In short, it is definitely not out of ignorance, it is a breath in my chest, something in my head, I have, I have to... multiply. He used a written word softly. That speech went high and low and then failed. He Jixiang, Teacher Xie marked this name again in his heart, can't be wrong, there is accurate material here, 80% is black material. There have been many similar situations, and before and after the three words "He Jixiang" are spoken, there will always be a different state.
In another speech, he moved out of the old ancestor. This is not a "living" thing, it is a "dead" thing, understand. Think about how many people have died around me, really once they die, they are completely dead. He was childishly in pain, contemplating certain memories of death that had been immersed in the depths of his brain. For a long time, he patted his thigh to call himself back, and asked Wang Sang in the tone of his mother-in-law's mother, let's not talk about sweat and blood BMW, just the pigeons and finches flying in the sky, the cats and dogs that walk on the ground, all pay attention to a bloodline. You can't let your superiors, say they're gone, you have to let them stay in their descendants. You see, my favorite thing is eating persimmons and persimmon cakes, why? Because my grandfather, grandfather, and father are all good at this bite, you also love to eat, right? Even if you don't do it for me, you have to think about your mother. She took a life and gave birth to you, and her flesh and blood were all in you. Where did your single eyelid and flat foot come from? You have to give birth to a son and a half daughter for her, pass on her eyelids, how handsome. Well, you've visited the distillery's pulp cellar, you know. Every really good wine we drink now, there is the most fundamental grain pulp in it, no matter how much, but it must be wrapped in a round, progressively fermented, understand? Teacher Xie always asked Teacher Xie to take out the gold-encrusted roster with the ancestral name written on it, and turned it over--after he developed, he once went to the countryside of Anhui to look for a family tree, looking up, seven or eight generations ago, in Hubei, and then eleven or twelve generations ago, in Jiangxi. If the descendants of our two families of King Mu are broken up here with you and Cang, then not only me and your mother will die, but also the ancestral pulp of King Mu's two surnames will also end here. Do you understand?
Isn't it DNA? Teacher Xie saw that Wang Sang finally smiled, this child, the most skilled is this kind of gentle and elegant yin and yang strange qi, obviously he also knows the biology company and these old guys have to do.
Yes, DNA is the foreign name for proto-pulp. There was always a little joy in glancing at Teacher Xie, thinking that he and the contrarian son had reached an agreement. Anyway, We can't learn Shaw's set, so we don't have a henglou and a hengqiao, and after fifty years and a hundred years, the building and the small bridge are not guaranteed to be demolished and collapsed, and they are as unreliable as the flesh. Let's keep the roots. He suddenly sang, "A year has passed / A lifetime is only for this day / Let the blood be connected again / Dry the blood and tears in your heart / Keep our roots." Tong Ange's old song, there is always this hum, but also the old master of the old bottom, then after all the big wine, you have to make a karaoke bag, singing and dancing, cuddling and hugging. There are always people who do not understand talent and do not care about pleasure, but if it belongs to the methodology of doing business, it is really necessary to accompany all kinds of people to luxury, and he must be very seriously involved. He practiced this song "Keep the Roots" into a masterpiece, because there is a "root" word in this song, under the stirring of the wine, the men pull off their ties and howl, and the slightly vulgar atmosphere will produce a sense of brotherly intimacy, which can not lubricate the business and friendship.
There is always the pompous atmosphere of karaoke in the past, tiptoeing to the ground, shaking legs and humming a few words. Then he groped himself and continued to demonstrate to Wang Sang. Think about my ribs, the moles on my arms, my nails that always have to be cracked, none of them are plain and unprovoked, they are all handed down from the ancestors, the line in Jiangxi or the line in Hubei, how remarkable! The roots of our family. You, Teacher Xie! He turned his head to take care of it, but also be careful, your boy is still hanging around in Canada, not a few years younger than Sang, hurry up and let him make a cub, don't learn the single-family set. Taking advantage of this fork in the road, Wang Sang turned his head and raised his legs and fled.
After Zu Zu said that there was no result, he always felt that he should find a more advanced strategy, and Teacher Xie was summoned to discuss. You think for me, this little beast is also a vinegar man, a bottle of broken ink, and the right taste. Teacher Xie happened to see a video for a while, felt a little interesting, and suggested something with the general manager.
It is about the universe, from the beginning of the flood and the chaos, equivalent to the spatial sense of the ancient ancient, boundless vast, what elliptical, lens, vortex galaxy, what Laniakea supercluster, Virgo galaxy cluster, to what large Magellanic cloud galaxy, Fairy galaxy, this system and that system, the current observable universe, there are about hundreds of billions of galaxies, which contain more stars than all the sand on the earth, more than sand, what concept! It was almost desperate to see people, and it was hard to see a familiar name: the Milky Way. Next, this star and the star pushed and pulled from far to near for a while, and when the film was almost over, I saw a small blue dot that was almost invisible. You always immediately understood the focus of Teacher Xie's suggestion, he painstakingly watched the popular science model film several times, and the subsequent speech played an extraordinary, with rare lyricism.
...... Do you know what that little dot that's almost invisible is? Son, that's the big ball under our feet. Oh my God!
You think, so infinite universe, so infinitesimal an earth, and then it's, so, so... people! Why do human beings always want to live forever, all the emperors, great scientists or sects of this sect are digging holes in the sky, digging holes in the earth, and seeking eternal life and saying eternal life, in fact, they are all bullshit. What is true immortality? It is to have children, it is the file of men and women. When people are born, they must do their duty, live, give birth, and give the universe an account to the blue ball...
That macroscopic conversation about cosmic civilization and the duty of men and women also failed with a general long scream and scolding.
"Let the little beast be born." I'll give it another shot. Although the general voice is weak, he still uses combat-style words, his chin is raised, and he is almost pointing to the ceiling, "I still have a good card." Absolutely, King! The Great King! ”
Ha, there is always such arrogance, indicating that he will inevitably make another illogical trick. Teacher Xie nodded happily, happy to see it come true.
But wait, Great King, he's talking about who, a second pause, who can be. Teacher Xie immediately thought of having a general dry daughter Heshan. Her unique face, like a branch of flowers, came from far and near, so close that you could see her slightly squinting proud eyes. Yo ho, this is really going to get into trouble. Teacher Xie raised his lips and almost blew a sharp whistle, then he closed his mouth and let his heartbeat continue steadily. It's very good, the more you twitch, the more you "do", the more gorgeous and stupid you "do", the more favorable it is to his idea.
Two
Regarding the general manager, Teacher Xie has an idea.
Because of the "child labor blindness" in-depth draft, he was always singled out of the media circle, and then he came to collect it with a lot of money - can Teacher Xie just fall down without skin and face? Saying that revenge is too serious and not so childish, but it is true that the calculation is true, and there is always a reverse thorn in the heart: don't let me write? I prefer to write, only write about you, this life only stumbles on this one thing.
In order to add a little sense of ceremony, he has been using his special notebook for eight hundred years since ten years ago. I have seen many famous people's memories, they will have specific labor tools, some like to cut all the pencils neatly, some use dark blue ink for life, and some only use a certain brand of typewriter. How romantic it is to be paranoid. In the stationery counter of the foreign bookstore on Zhongshan East Road, he looked at a large red leather book, and the wrinkled folds emitted the smell of high-grade lambskin. He closed his eyes and sniffed, remembering the Pulitzer Prize he longed for most, and bought two stacks in one go. Every night before going to bed, he would think about it, there was a worthy material or scene, and he would write it down in chronological order and number, like a knotted rope note. Occasionally getting up at night, there is light outside the window, hazy on the big red leather book at the head of the bed, Teacher Xie is quite down-to-earth, thinking that his time is not wasted.
Once, he borrowed wine to confide in you, talking about his surrender, but that heart was only less than one-tenth of the way through. This surrender is a continuation of life in the sense of survival, and it is worth saying that it is not false. But think about it, what is this life, really from the media conscience - to the lackeys of the capitalists, saying that selling oneself is selling oneself? No! can! Yes! Think about the old brothers who originally competed for the source of the manuscript to grab the informant, can they let themselves go like this? Even as the only representative of "Zhang Zhongzhang in the Northern Hu and Southern Xie", he had to fight secretly to the end. And if there is a total, it can be regarded as the representative of the side of capital. Therefore, he turned around in order to lurk and lie down, and he had to make a long-term, general ledger selection, and spend most of his life to do it, in order to find out the general history of dark original sin. Until the end of the end, write him down.
In the end, how to write, he has not thought too much, or rather, the idea is still changing, he also has to wait for this reverse thorn, remove some of the fire qi, grow into a good seedling, grow into a towering tree is. Let's accumulate a variety of large and small materials first, and prepare materials like storing winter clothes and family property for a while. There is always anyway as soon as I am happy, I like all kinds of bragging.
For example: watermelon trench. When he was a child, he ganged a group of children to steal watermelons, and he didn't want to hold them one by one, which was too slow. First do the hard work, straighten out the small ditch on the edge of the field, change it into a trench, one by one, push it out in batches, steal it quickly and well. There is always a melon whenever he comes to the table, pokes it on the toothpick, and does not send it to his mouth, first telling the crowd about this scene of rolling melons triumphantly. Movie ticket stubs. This is for the sake of watching a mixed movie, before becoming a soldier, he did not come forward, only came up with ideas. Sending two and a half children to the entrance of the movie theater to pick up a bunch of old ticket stubs, he turned around and carefully tinkered with the paste scissors, giving a few tickets that were plausible, and then the big guys took advantage of the crowd and rushed in. Witty, I've been smart since I was a kid. Teacher Xie nodded, he was not interested in his heart, he did not want to write Xiang Yu Benji, but he was indeed a small and old man, which showed that there were always people who never took the usual path. Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. When talking to new employees, he always talks about this "little tidbit". Tell him how he won the delivery business of Panda TV Factory. The front and back feet went in to negotiate with all the big bosses, red Santana with authentic gold li to suit, even the small heels set up a gold wire glasses, senior dead. He, on the bus, squeezed all the way over, put his arm around the suit, it was his first suit, cherished it, got off the bus and found a place to change. But he has goods in his stomach, he has long written down all the size of the panda TV outer packaging carton, just rely on a broken ballpoint pen on the paper to add, subtract, multiply and divide, how many twenty-five inches and how many seventeen inches or fourteen inches of freight load, the most compact, economical place, hard to put the number of installed capacity of a large truck, from ninety-six to one hundred and twenty. With this, he overwhelmingly set a low on the freight quotation and won the bid. The winning tricks in the curves of the business field are never depicted as red and black, and he glanced at Teacher Xie and used a tone of truth: it has always been so, it must be so. There is also the "way of making friends", he can always smell the preferences of those important people at the first time. Love to run wild mountains and wild water to catch wild fish. Even if you have a plate of peanut rice, you will definitely only drink vintage wine. Loved to gamble golf. Love to play off-road 4WD. Good one master limited purple clay pot. Wait. Also, there is a "friend" who likes to visit the strange things store, and he always looks at it with the past to see what the friend has asked and touched. In a few days, he bought the chicken blood stone, Kunlun jade, tree fossils, rhino horn, etc. in the store at a mysterious price and gave them to the trunk of the other driver. Interestingly, it wasn't long before those things reappeared in the strange things store as they were. Pangolin scales are the needs of another "friend", which is said to be out of the yin and yang, can string meridians, make up for and relieve, and be a good woman. Whether the other party is for their own use or gifted to a beautiful person, do not ask, just regular supply is, are from Myanmar to get the "iron armor pieces". Sometimes, it is not spent, it is spent. There is always a southern "friend" who has served in the airborne local at the same time, and three chefs have been hired at the same time to serve in his house on duty. One specializes in cooking bengang dishes, one cooks his hometown cuisine, Chaoshan flavor, and one focuses on his wife's Sichuan girl taste. You see Na Xiao Xie, this way down, what friends can not be made, what things can not be done. Between two points, how fast, have friends the fastest. This is a famous saying that is always on the lips.
If you do business and also divide the genre, there is always no one on top, so it is not a backstage faction, let alone any second-generation pulse, what big tree or thigh can lean over and hug, nor is it a big family pie all the way down, he was born, is relying on "multiple friends and many roads", which is also a common point of their gang of small bosses, anyway, such a big pool, not enemies or friends, you go up and down, you left and right, four under the joint stirring, and finally send out the fattest layer of butter, everyone has their own profits. Most of the materials that Teacher Xie wrote down in his red-skinned notebook, with different degrees of depth, are actually a cumulative addition of homogenization, just by virtue of these - how can Mu Youheng write a bottom.
Teacher Xie knew that there must be some other real secrets hidden in the depths of the brain that kept wandering around, and what could not be said to the world was the reason why he had become his core. He had to wait greedily and hard. Fortunately, it is not difficult to do this, as long as he lives like this, he is waiting.
However, in the past two years, there have been some bad signs, and the general willingness to talk is getting lower and lower like his appetite. Especially after this not-so-serious stroke, there was always too much arbitrariness in this half-sided state of inaction, all day long with a big tongue to saliva, spitting out words like spitting out golden bumps, extremely stingy, only using eyelids, eyebrows and chin to express his meaning. But from his occasional coherent expression of specific payments or an old account, Mr. Xie suspected that he was always deliberately abandoning or disguising his speech function. The big voice can't be said, but there is indeed a downward, disgusting sense of the end. It's a bit of a hassle.
The door rang, and Aunt Xiao slipped into the door with a small cart with pine cones, "I go downstairs every day, never empty-handed, either pushing pine cones, or pushing the total, or taking the lever bag to the vegetable market to pack potatoes and cabbage." Don't go wow teacher, I'll go get you a hot bowl. ”
Teacher Xie can't walk at her feet, don't look at Aunt Xiao is the laid-off female worker earlier, the age is not old, but the hands and feet are extremely sharp, whether in the meal or not, she can bring out two bowls of "hot" at any time. She hurried to wash her hands and cook, and Mu Cang brought the cart in.
Mu Cang hung his head, crept on his hands and feet, went to the south balcony behind Teacher Xie to collect the dog mattress hanging, spread it in the kennel in the north aisle, and then half-hugged the pine cone down and moved it to its mattress. Teacher Xie stared at him the whole time, and cang was still his still laughing color, his line of sight was definitely not higher than three feet above the ground, and he couldn't catch his eyes. When the pine cone lay down and rested, filling its drinking fountain with water, Mu Cang did not say hello to anyone, and the tall and slightly fat body jumped over the corner of the living room, pulled open the door and left, and went back to his residence.
Mu Cang lived alone in the dormitory building of the old machinery factory, which was still a set of self-built houses that Mu Youheng had allocated in the factory in his early years, less than fifty square meters, the top floor, hot summer and cold winter, and the plumbing facilities were also dilapidated. Mu Cang refused to move, nor did he want to move the things in the house. There are always people who are not very particular, leaving two villas alone, and not going to the high-rise of the riverside with constant temperature and humidity British butler service, just near Mucang. Here is actually the machinery factory area is located, after the factory was dumped in 1996, all kinds of sales, several times changed hands, was developed into a Feng Yaju, there is a general then bought the two sets connected, opened up has been living until now, and Mu Cang's small nest is across a street, but also convenient for Aunt Xiao to take care of both ends.
Aunt Xiao brought a bowl of thin and even millet coix multigrain porridge, a small plate of olive vegetables, and two delicate tea eggs. Hot porridge under the belly, tea eggs and small dishes to accompany, but it is really visceral calm. You Zong shook his head with a gray face, glanced at the half bowl of lotus flour soup left on the coffee table, and let Aunt Xiao bring it hot.
In terms of eating, there is always no exquisiteness, at most follow his small circle, eat some supplements, dendrobium officinale, wild ginseng, Tian Qi powder, Purple River car and so on. Only one problem, like blind nostalgia, such as lotus powder, that is the former patient nourishment. Including canned peaches, canned loquat, brown sugar steamed buns, pork belly lung soup, Nantong shortbread, Changzhou Hengshan Bridge blinds and the like, it sounds ordinary, but it makes Aunt Xiao search for a while. If you really want to find it, his seventy-year-old tongue can't eat it well.
"Rest assured, I'll ask your second son to go for you." Teacher Xie drank three or two times and ate it, thanked Aunt Xiao, finally lifted his ass, and followed you to the general ha body. It is better to invite Wang Sang as soon as possible, but to see how he plays the "Female King" card.
Three
Every time he went to the side of The Tsukufeng Yaju - fortunately, there were not many times, and Wang Sang let himself sit in a position facing the balcony. In this way, there is no need to face the amethyst partition and the statue of Ananda, nor do you have to look directly at Mu Someone. For these three, it is not to say how exclusive. Being able to see something else is always much stronger.
Throughout noon, the conversation with Someone Mu — if there was no exchange of information, unilateral repetitive language jets could count as a conversation — had been going on for forty minutes, and the red light on his phone had been flashing.
Taking advantage of the fact that Mu finally took up the straw to drink tea, he flipped weChat to deal with it. It is all a matter of the concave nine space, nothing more than adding a layout wall, the three-and-a-half-day exhibition period is extended to four and a half days, and the artist's personal QR code is missing on the album page, which is indispensable, but the parties are always exquisite and tangled. I don't want Mu to hear these exchanges, lest he be caught by him and laugh at them...
For this father, people are known for their honor, and Wang Sang only calls him Mu Mou and Mu Someone in his heart. What Mu Mou wants to talk about today, he doesn't care. Just the face is the color of thought, but in fact, the ears are closed, and the belly is self-churning. This is his consistent strategy. It can also be said that the friendship between father and son is as light as water.
The superficial contradiction is that Wang Sang suddenly left the organ five years ago, deviated from the grand career path, went to the Concave Nine Space, and painstakingly made those useless art exhibitions, which was a "earth-shattering change" that Mu Mou could not think of when he was killed, and he was still angry and abnormal, and he would borrow a conversation at any time and use his rough tone to train. Cut, where is your turn to fade fame and fortune, fade enough? Enough? At the end of each year, when he saw the official release of the "latest personnel appointment and dismissal" in a dially, he asked Teacher Xie to come to his door, pointed out the so-called confidential insider in front of him, which means "there are people on the top", and then scratched his heart and sighed long and short, and whispered softly for a while. Second son, don't fool around with those artists who hang Er Lang Dang, you Lao Tzu can hand over the words, at least money can talk, we can't go back to the right way, good evil, turn over the official sign to the Mu family...
Sometimes I talk about the master class of Traditional Chinese studies that he has attended, and I talk about the talented son engaged in politics, which is Dali'er since ancient times, what Wang Wei Bai Juyi, what Sumen father and son three mouths, what Sima Guang Fan Zhongyun, what Ouyang Xiu Wang An Shi, the second son, look at which is not more talented than you, not higher than you, but which is not Ge Gezheng to achieve a high official? You don't claim to worship Wang Yangming, people are even more Wenzhi martial arts, and they can be knighted by fighting wars!
Wang Sang didn't say a word. The old guy approached, looked closely, and finally turned his face, looking at the despondency of your hanging ghost, he should not be able to support the wall, and he should not be able to do anything. As far as your concave nine or concave ten, can there be nine people and ten people going every day? should! Your face is even uglier than your exhibition. It's not as good as your brother Mucang, people just laugh and giggle when they are asleep.
Yeah, I don't know how others can clean up their expressions. Students who enter large enterprises are always diligent and high-spirited, plus a little competitive alertness. There are two Internet companies, and there is a sense of crisis between the eyebrows, but the crisis is advanced, like walking far ahead of mankind and the times. The media is also like Teacher Xie, who has left the newspaper for twenty years, and still has the kind of atmosphere that everything is confidential but he knows everything. In the concave nine space, the artistic men and women who come and go also have their own set of unreliable complex styles. Not to mention the colleagues in the previous office buildings, they were all self-consistent and determined.
"Today, if you don't pay the bottom, don't go out of this door." Mu used a straw to squeak in the tea, sucked hard, spilled a lot, tried to use his lower lip to hold it, unsuccessful.
"We Dink. I just got married and talked about it for eight years. At this point, I have said it four times. Wang Sang calmly, the tone of the voice was not undulating. Such an effect is the best, infuriating effect.
"Speaking, is it heaven?" (Including straws) Emperor Yan'er (straws deviated, retry) can also hang themselves to death. What conditions do you want? (Right hand to reach enough tissue, attempted) speak! ”
Ha, look at the old guy, all this is the case, and so Mu Youheng: all things are business, and there is no business in this world that he can't talk about. Whoever says that everyone has no faith, he has: business. He believed in and practiced this all his life, and was able to count his son.
(Lu Min)
There is always and his golden river
There is always this man, and I have been thinking about him for many years.
The earliest collection of newspaper clippings related to him is now yellow and crisp, at that time there was no public account and no collection link, I was an "ancient law" newspaper clipping, self-published or good, the favorite content is good, cut, classified and pasted, in order to check and read. There are always the newspaper clippings that appeared around 1995 at the earliest, when there were too many stories about entrepreneurs and upstarts. Later, they each had ups and downs, and the tone was rich and diverse, which was shocking and also made people sigh. In a few years, the collapse of the overturned ship of the road began to appear, but at the same time, there were also many stories of charity and sentiment that made donations and public welfare and culture, and they were also lively and mysterious - I saved them in the name of having a word.
With the collection of materials, Yukito also began to visit my dreams in the silence of the sun and moon. His surname is Mu and his name is Youheng, but he insists that everyone call him "Youzong" and thinks that it will be more and more called. It was his nature to take more of everything. That is, he, starting from nothing and starting from scratch, caught up with the best of the 1980s and 1990s, walking non-stop, moving forward in the mottled turbidity. Until I, together with the fictional writer Teacher Xie, gently pushed open the door of Mu Youheng's house, I saw Youzong's face, and the tears of old age flashed in the crisscrossing of horizontal and vertical lines. He was half dead, and we knew each other without saying a word. After waiting too long, he only has the last two years, and I can only use the novel as a reward: the novel is vast and boundless, and there is nothing and there is "existence"... The final draft of "Golden River" accompanied him into the depths of time. Solid is bound to disperse, and new condensation is born at the same time in the dispersion.
"Golden River" has a metaphor, or metaphor, it is a big river that flows with the passion of wealth and shimmers with material colors. Usually we have a critical moral inertia towards material things and wealth, or simply as "a way" to spiritual life, but in total, material creation is either a way, or a whole life and sustenance. As contemporaries here and now, in the same field of development, for so many years, we are all enjoying the material progress of a thousand miles a day, enjoying the speed, efficiency, technology, entertainment and other "benefits" brought by commercial civilization, I especially want to write about the wealth creation that is always so vibrant and a little offensive, but also write about the back of them leaving and the continuation that will be left, write about the grandeur of business laws and light and dust, write about the difficult changes in the concept of wealth, write about the sand number of the Ganges and the flow of the fingers.
The farewell to the general is also in the season of golden sparkle, as written in the novel, the autumn breeze sends the sweet and sour taste of berries fermented, and there is always a squeak in his wheelchair to the other side of the river.
Gangnam has nothing, talk about sending a river, I am so glad I finally wrote out that I have always and his golden river in my mind.
(Lu Min, Vice Chairman of Jiangsu Writers Association.) He has published more than 30 works such as "Running Moon", "Dinner for Six", "Father on the Wall", "Viewfinder", "Stirring Up Dust", "Companion Feast", "Paper Drunk" and so on. He has won the Lu Xun Literature Award, the Zhuang Chongwen Literature Award, the Feng Mu Literature Award, the People's Literature Award, the October Literature Award, the Wang Zengqi Literature Award, etc. Some works have been translated into German, French, Swedish, Japanese, Russian, English, Spanish, Italian, Arabic, Turkish, etc. ）
【Editor: Zheng Xiaoxiao】
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