<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="1" > High School Notes 20: Reading Ru Zhijuan's "Lily Flower" at night, I was in tears again</h1>
The weather in the north is also very strange. The more the heating does not come these days, the weather will be overcast.
Looking up in the morning, the sky outside was gray and miserable, there were no clouds, and the clouds were all mushed into a patch, like a plastic sheet on the glass that had been used for many years and was old, broken and dirty.
In this bleak day, the few strands of broken plastic sheet floating under the solar energy on the opposite floor shook slightly, making it even more miserable. If there is no sunshine in this autumn weather, people sitting in cold houses always feel that winter is coming. It is no wonder that if you don't go outside every day to see the autumn trees withering a little bit, just sitting in the house, it feels as if it is winter.
The weather is like this, which makes people's hearts add a little more sorrow. Even the birds are gone, the birds are barking happily outside in the summer, and now there is silence outside, where are they hiding?
Although I am still worried about my children in my heart these days, I can't help but do my own thing. Every day I watch and write something, and the day goes by very quickly.
Last night I opened a magazine that had been around for a long time, and I had an article of my own, and I patiently read someone else's from the beginning.
The first is Ru Zhijuan's "Lily Flower". When I first read the first few paragraphs, I thought I had never read them. By the time I read the next page, I felt as if I had the shadow of this article in my mind, as if I had learned it in a textbook when I was young?
Reading further down, the more I have this impression, the impression of this article is extremely deep, I don't know whether I read it when I was reading in the past, or I read it in extracurricular books.
Those good articles leave an impression like some shadows in the depths of memory. If you can't remember, you may think that they have never met before. But once you find similar shadows from somewhere, or meet again, the memories of the past life suddenly all come back.
This article is so well written that I can't help but say it again. At the end of reading it, I actually shed tears again, and I have been even more sentimental in the past two years, perhaps because I have a deeper understanding of the human world, and I am no longer indifferent to life and death.
The article reads as follows:
In the mid-autumn of 1946, the author worked in the creative studio of the Literary troupe. On this day, the troops fighting the coast decided to launch a general offensive at night, and the regimental commander sent many people to help with the work.
Because the author was a female comrade, the regimental commander thought about it for half a day, and finally asked a correspondent to send her to the front bandage.
It rained lightly in the morning, the road was very slippery, on both sides were crop fields, the air was very good, if it were not for the enemy's cold artillery, I thought it was to go to the market.
The correspondent strode ahead, and in a moment he threw her a few inches away, and she couldn't catch up, but she was embarrassed to call him, and couldn't help but get angry.
But the correspondent was also very strange, as if he had hindsight.
The following passage gives me the feeling of having read it in a trance. The writing is that although the little correspondent does not turn back, she will leave when she leaves, and he will stop when she stops, which makes her involuntarily interested.
Then she noticed him, a tall but small young man with a rifle and a few branches stuck in it.
Her feet hurt and she told him to stop and rest for a while, when she saw that he was at most eighteen years old and shy. She asked him where he was from, and it turned out to be a fellow villager, helping people drag molao bamboo when he was at home. He joined the revolution for a year and is now nineteen years old. She asked if the man had married his daughter-in-law, and the young man blushed. She was embarrassed to ask again.
After sitting sullenly for a while, the young man looked at the sky, meaning to urge her to go. She saw the boy secretly wiping his sweat with a towel, and he was sweating nervously in order to answer her question.
When they arrived at the bandage station, the township cadres sent them to borrow quilts from their fellow villagers, because the wounded were bleeding and afraid of cold. She quickly borrowed several, but the little correspondent did not borrow any, and he said very unhappily: "The common people... Dead feudal. ”
She thought that maybe the little correspondent could not speak and offended the common people, so she went with him.
After shouting for a while, a young daughter-in-law came out, just biting her lip and smiling endlessly. So she apologized to others, said something about the war for the sake of the people, the new daughter-in-law did not smile, turned her head into the house and hugged a new quilt out. Only then did she understand why people had refused to borrow it just now, it turned out to be a brand new quilt, with a red date background and sprinkled with white lilies.
The new daughter-in-law, like a correspondent, tucked the quilt into her, and she held several quilts in her hand, so nuzzily called the correspondent to come, who knew that he even raised his face and pretended not to see.
She had to call out to him, and he narrowed his eyelids to pick up the quilt, and walked out in a panic, only to hang the door hook on his clothes and tear a hole in his shoulder. The new daughter-in-law smiled and tried to sew for him, but he hurried to leave.
Not far out of the house, someone told them that it was a bride who had only been through the door for three days.
They wanted to return the quilt, but they were afraid that people would be too careful, and finally said that they would wash it well when they ran out.
She asked the little correspondent to go back to the regimental headquarters, and he suddenly became lively, gave her a salute, and then took out two hard steamed buns from the hanging bag and put them on the stone, saying: "Let's cook for you!" ”
At this time, the township cadres also mobilized the villagers to help, and the bride also came.
At night, the enemy was still bombing, the moon was rising, and the township cadres brought them a few dried vegetable mooncakes, which turned out to be the Mid-Autumn Festival.
She went to register the name of the wounded, saw the three words of the correspondent, and could not help but shiver, fortunately it was not him.
There were more and more wounded, and the women in the village were embarrassed to wipe the wounded, and they all rushed to burn the pot. She persuaded the new daughter-in-law for half a day, and only then did they agree to give her a hand.
In the middle of the night, another wounded man was brought in. The stretcher bearer asked them to cure him, and they discovered that the wounded man was the little correspondent. The big hole in his shoulder, a piece of cloth still hanging there.
It turned out that more than a dozen stretchers were crowded in an alley, the correspondent was walking behind on the way back, out of nowhere came a grenade, the grenade smoked in the cracks of the people, he shouted everyone to lie down, he himself pounced on the thing...
The doctor came, listened to the heart, and said silently, "No need for injections." ”
The new daughter-in-law wiped himself and silently sewed the hole. She said, "Don't sew it. The new daughter-in-law didn't say anything, just silently sewed.
She stumbled upon something, the meal he had served her, two dry and hard buns.
The hygienist called for someone to carry it into a coffin and started to remove the quilt on his body, "The bride's face turned white, and the cleaver grabbed the quilt, glared at them fiercely, and spread the quilt flat on the bottom of the coffin with her own hands, and half of it covered him." ”
The hygienist said with embarrassment: "The quilt... It is borrowed from the common people. ”
"It's mine—" She shouted half angrily and turned her head.
She saw "the quilt of white lilies on the red background of the dates, the flower of purity and affection, covering the face of the ordinary, dragging bamboo young man." ”
This article is both simple and moving, or because I am getting older, I can't help but cry when I read such an article.
First, the article involves life and death, people to middle age, there are too many things in life and death, and finally understand that being born and being human is all by luck, and death is an endless road of nothingness. Although life is difficult, death also makes people feel empty. Young people, in particular, have not had time to taste the taste of life, and they have lost their precious lives, which makes people sad.
The second is that people always have feelings for people who are related to themselves. The author and the correspondent walked all the way, although they did not say much, but in the end they knew each other, so when they saw the list of wounded, they were afraid of him. And the new daughter-in-law knows him because the correspondent asked her to borrow a quilt, so she will be even more sad when she sees him sacrificed.
Third, there are a few details that are particularly impressive. The shyness of the correspondent, through the author's several details of the description, people can't help but fall in love with this young man. He walked without looking back, did not dare to speak to the lesbian, but listened with his ears, keeping a proper distance from her. A few branches on the gun, and he saw his childishness. Looking for a fellow countryman to borrow a quilt, blushing, negative, hearing that people are brides and full of embarrassment, these details have vividly expressed this childish child. Little children, in those days, had to embark on the road of revolution, and they could not help but remind people of our life in peacetime, which was really not easy to come by.
The description of the new daughter-in-law is also very clear, and her shyness and subsequent changes make people more and more sad the more they look at it.
There are also the two hard steamed buns that appear in the article, which make people can't help but think of today's life. How demanding are we today for food? A single strand of hair can make people jump like thunder, but in the past, the steamed bun was placed in the backpack, and when it was taken out, it was already dry and hard, and it was directly placed on the stone, and when it wanted to eat, it was directly nibbled. Who would have thought of any unhygienic and unhygienic thoughts? It was nice to be able to eat.
When did you read this article? Maybe it's in a textbook. But I think reading it today is deeper than what I read when I was a teenager.
Then I couldn't help but think of my own children, no matter what, although learning was very hard, but in the end it was much happier than in the war years. When you have time, I have to tell him about this article.