Love Song Chapter 2
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Reading love
When did you fall in love with reading? It was while studying the text "I Want to Read". At that time, I was just ten years old and in the third grade of primary school, accompanied by the bitter and sad call of "I want to study", the cry of pain and anger, the tears of Xiaoyubao in Sun Jiatun poured into my tender heart, and the loving gaze of Mr. Zhou of Taiping Village Primary School urged me to precocious. A love of reading was born.
Therefore, although it is a special era and the culture is suffering a special fate, with the care of so many "Mr. Zhang", "Mr. Wang", "Mr. Wei" and "Mr. Han", I still have the privilege of sucking the milk of books in the classroom and capturing the "big book" novel outside the classroom. In addition to the treasures of "Red Book", "Sunny Day", "Cotai Strip", "Children of Xisha" and "Red Rain", there are also "Black Books", "Bitter Cauliflower", "Spring Flowers", "Red Flag Spectrum", "Lin Hai Xueyuan" and the like, and even "Forbidden Books", "Tales of the West Wing", "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Journey to the West", "Dream of Red Mansions" and the like. How can I forget, because of reading, firewood and grass were not enough to pick up baskets and be beaten by my father, let the kerosene lamp scorch the hair on the forehead, stepped on the bridge inattentively and almost fell into the river, returned to the dormitory in the middle of the night in the wind and snow and was shut out by a few bad boys, saved money and saved a few dimes to get back a "treasure", every time I looked up at a few salesmen in the commune bookstore, I suddenly became jealous..., with this dependence and attachment to books, I went from junior high school to high school, and finally entered the university gate.
If the love for books before going to college is like the love of a toddler to his mother, then after going to college, the heartfelt love for books is sublimated into a lover. Only the first semester released more books than I had accumulated in ten years. For a few years, ploshing on books was simply a hungry person ploshing on bread, greedy for enjoyment, like entering a fairyland. The ancient city of Bianliang is originally known for its splendid history and strong cultural atmosphere, bookstore street, college gate, big south gate, so many bookstores like a brilliant, crystal pearl shimmering charming, warm light waves, tempting hungry teenagers. So much so that more than ten years have passed, and when I revisit the bookstore, I still vaguely know the salesperson who is no longer young, and I am very kind. At that time, books were truly sacred idols to students! With money, he never disdains to compare with the food in brocade, but competes to save books to "fight wit". When they broke up after graduation, most of them were given away with books, including Shakespeare's "Sonnets", Dante's "Divine Comedy", Goethe's "Faust", Romain Rolland's "John Christophe", Lu Xun's "The Scream", Guo Moruo's "Goddess", Mao Dun's "Midnight", Ba Jin's "Home", "Spring", "Autumn"... They represent a kind of life course, pinning our infinite feelings! This kind of innocent and fiery love lasted for a long time after graduation, nostalgic for Liang Yuan, nostalgic for his alma mater, nostalgic for the atmosphere of being immersed with books, and nostalgic for the friendship of meeting friends with sincerity. In order to relieve the depression and troubles of lost love, I once co-edited a book of "Figs" poetry with my classmates in Zhengzhou, Kaifeng and other places, and I also mimeographed two poetry books as a reward for several years of book love.
People, what strange animals! When I was a student, I wanted to read books and had no money to buy books, but I had no interest in buying books. Gradually, the attachment to books weakened and faded, and even if I occasionally bought books, they were mostly reference books. And with the increasing color of realism, the light of romanticism faded day by day, and books on literature and art gradually gave way to books on politics, economics, science and technology, and life. Every time I move home, not only do I abandon some of the books I had in middle school, but I also put some textbooks in college on the shelf. What is even more confusing and frustrating is that the creations that we have pursued and yearned for in the past have finally published more than 100,000 words above the city, compiled books, published books, and won awards. How many times have you asked yourself, what's wrong with me? Can the excuse of being too busy with work to read be forgiven for indifference and alienation from books?
But, after all, she is a book worshipper, and her nurturing and favor are deeply engraved in her heart. The journey of wind and rain, leisurely and bitter, for more than ten years, whenever the mood is difficult to calm down, I think of her. Flip through "The Biography of Zhou Enlai", Fu Lei's "Family Letter", Qian Zhongshu "Siege of the City", look at the novels of Lu Yao, Chen Zhongzhong, Zhang Xianliang, and Liu Zhenyun, and read Jia Pingwo's prose, the fog of sorrow disappears, and the sentimentality disperses. Say goodbye to the sleepless nights of tossing and turning, and usher in a clean, lofty dawn!
Ah, Shu, you are a loving mother, a wife, a beautiful Ning Xin'er; You are a pure land in the dust, an oasis in the desert, and an idyllic in the middle of the city. You give me abundance, give me freedom, give me peace. For more than twenty spring and autumn years, you have left me for a moment, but you have no complaints about my impetuosity and slackness. It wasn't until I stood up for the years that I deeply understood your true feelings, and I really realized that I could never lose you for half a day again! Please accept my reawakened, complete love, I love you, think about you, be loyal to you, read you, use you, enrich you, follow you, forever...
Landscape love
Perhaps because I was born in the Central Plains and everywhere, I have admired the mountains and mountains since I was a child, and longed for the great rivers. There is only one ridge in my hometown, and I often climb to the west to look west, the Mt. Chen, Mount Guci, and the Song Mountain a hundred miles away; The only river in my home, I walked along the river for a long time, imagining the Shuanghuan River, Ying River and Huai River in the southeast. When I went to middle school, I fell in love with the "Geography" class, and talked about the heavy mountains and mountains on the land of Shenzhou, and the Hanhai Lake and the sea are all in my memory. How many times lie on a large map, dream of "traveling around the world", ride the wind, and wander thousands of rivers and mountains. So much so that the geography score of the college entrance examination reached more than 90 points, ranking among the best in the county and even the whole region. When filling in the volunteer, the first and second are "XXX School of Geology" and "XX School of Geology".
The giant hand of fate closed my geological dreams and cooled my landscape love. I was placed to Chinese major at a higher pedagogical school. However, the wonderful lectures of masters such as Tao Yuanming, Xie Lingyun, Li Taibai, Wang Mahao, Meng Haoran and other masters rekindled my landscape romance, which became even more fiery and intense. However, until I was twenty-six years old, except for climbing the Songyue and going to the Yellow River to talk about the pain of landscape lovesickness, I had not yet taken a step beyond the Central Plains, and it was rare to see the countless soul-haunting paintings of mountains and embroidered waters.
One midsummer in the late eighties, by chance, driving the land of Qilu, I approached the landscape. In Qingdao, I finally saw the blue sea for the first time; In Tai'an, he happily climbed Mount Tai, the pole where many people talked about, boasted, and sang. Since then, the landscape has been like a lovely brother and sister, frequently beckoning and calling to me, making people linger and dreams come true. It left me with endless unforgettable memories and made my heart firmly tied to the loyal and sincere landscape complex.
Ah, I love Shan Yong, love her majestic and magnificent. Kenli's view of the Yellow River estuary has expanded my mind; The dangerous and magnificent scenery of the thousand-foot building of Mount Hua raised my eyes. During the journey, I gave confidence, courage, perseverance, and forgot hunger, thirst, cold and heat, and tiredness.
I love the landscape, her richness and heaviness. The beacon tower in Lishan Mountain, Xi'an, still retains the embers of the Qin, Han and Tang dynasties; On the embankment bridge of Hangzhou's West Lake, there are still relics of the Southern Song, Yuan and Ming dynasties. During the tour, I was clearly flipping through the classics such as "Shiji" and "Three Words and Two Beats", and Qin Huang, Han Wu, Tang Minghuang, Yue Fei, Jigong, Bai Niangzi... came to me one after another.
I love the landscape, her elegance and beauty. Qionghua in Yangzhou and Yuhua stone in Nanjing have become precious souvenirs; Shenzhen's "Splendid China" and Folk Village showed me wonderful pictures. Zhongshan Mausoleum, Orange Continent, Taihu Lake Water, Qiantang Tide, all shook my soul...
I love the landscape, her beauty and warmth. The warmth and friendliness of the villagers in Shaoshan Chong are intoxicating; The gentleness and generosity of the Guilin tour guide is unforgettable. In Zhenjiang, Wuxi, Suzhou, Zhuhai, Guangzhou and Wuhan, one by one met travelers, and the friendship between Pingshui and Ping Water left a beautiful and cordial impression.
Ah, beautiful, landscape! Landscape, beautiful! You have tempered my will, cultivated my temperament, increased my wisdom, enriched my experience, and generously gifted a sum of spiritual wealth to my materially embarrassed life. I love you, Shanshui! I love your deeply rooted motherland, I love the national history that permeates you, and I love the people who work hard to decorate your infinite scenery! Let me take your majestic peak as my bone, clear stream and blue waves as my bloodline, and travel through thick and thin, day and night, to explore your deeper mysteries and secrets, to harvest more of that truth, that goodness, that beauty...
About the author:
Xinran, male, born in December 1962, from Zhengzhou City. In 1981, he began publishing poetry and prose. After graduating from university in 1982, he worked in education, electric power enterprises, and party and government agencies. In his spare time, he insisted on literary creation, and published nearly 100 poems and dozens of essays in media above the city.
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