Some netizens said that this is today's most "refreshing" hot search (topic: #莫言和余华的微信头像#), you can smile, and you can also appreciate the beautiful text, wonderful!
On the evening of April 15, the WeChat public account "Mo Yan" published an article by Yu Hua to Mo Yan, which became the latest "100,000+" push article on the account.
Mo Yan said in the article, "My friend Yu Hua sent me a WeChat message, saying that he wanted to contribute to my official account. I read the article carefully, let out a compliment from the heart, and carefully wrote the note. ”
Netizen comments
This "Valley Breeze" quickly swiped the screen. Some netizens praised "Yu Hua is so good at describing", and he used a series of "not" to describe the breeze:
It's not the wind of Du Fu's "fine grass breeze shore", not the wind of Gao Pi's "crystal curtain moving breeze", Feng Yansi's "blowing a pool of spring water" is because of "the wind rises", it is too sudden, it is not, let alone the wind in "the wind is Xiao Xiao Xi is easy to be cold", the valley breeze is not the wind of Top Gun, and it will not say goodbye to Jing Ke, it knows that it is ordinary and small, so it is low-key.
Netizen comments
It is worth mentioning that the WeChat public account "Mo Yan" attached a screenshot of the WeChat chat between the two in the article, which aroused heated discussions among netizens.
In the screenshot, Yu Hua submitted his prose to Mo Yan. And a detail that has attracted the attention of netizens is the "scribbled puppy" avatar of the two on WeChat.
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Yu Hua responded to the hot search on the Internet that he looked like a "scribbled puppy" in September last year. According to media reports, netizens put Yu Hua's photo with a fluffy puppy P, and the two are really similar in hairstyle and demeanor.
Yu Hua himself heard about it, and responded at a lecture at Yonsei University in South Korea, saying that he cut his hair short and changed the middle part, thinking that this should not look like a puppy, but it turned out that "it's not a hairstyle problem, it's a look." He smiled and said that he was quite receptive to such an image.
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The following is "Valley Breeze" by Yu Yu and Yu Hua
"The Wonderful Wind"
Last night I watched Wagner's opera The Wandering Dutchman at the National Centre for the Performing Arts. It's a story about curses and love, but it's also a story about wind.
Because there is no wind and no waves, and the sea without waves loses its mysterious majesty and rage.
This play is a big production of the National Center for the Performing Arts, the majestic and gloomy, constantly turbulent and swaying red sail ship on the stage, not only shows the technical strength of the National Center for the Performing Arts, but also indicates the existence of the wind required by the plot, and the most common words in the beautiful aria "Song of the Helmsman" are wind, south wind, gentle south wind, can blow the sailboat back to their hometown, can send sailors to the girl's amorous south wind.
When I was fascinated by the play, Yu Hua sent his freshly baked essay "Valley Breeze" on WeChat.
The content of this article is to describe the valley breeze that he felt when he stayed in Sanya during the Spring Festival this year, and he personified the breeze and quoted Shakespeare, Du Fu and other ancient and modern Chinese and foreign poets about the wind, and then warmly recalled the story of his youth in search of the wind through the hall and the "pu fan wind" in order to escape the summer.
The article, as always, shows the humor and wonderful sentence formation of Yu Hua's prose. Reading it is like sitting in a spring breeze, and it makes me think a lot about the wind.
More than 40 years ago, I wrote two wind-related novels, "The Wind on the Island" and "The Great Wind," but I wrote about tornadoes and typhoons, which are extremely destructive and tense when written, and readers will not be easy to read.
Writers love to write about this kind of wind, because the wind may produce legends, while the breeze generally does not produce legends, but it is likely to produce love. Although there are still "wind talks" to be said, they cannot be said again.
Please enjoy Yu Hua's beautiful essay "Valley Breeze"!
At noon on the seventh day of the third month of Jiachen
莫言
Mo Yan's handwritten words "Wonderful Wind"
Valley Breeze
In late February, my family and I left the cold city of Beijing and moved to Sanya, where the climate is pleasant in winter, and we stayed in the Aranya Phase II apartment provided by a friend.
Aranya is located in the valley of the Jiyang District, and the terrain is long and narrow, stretching upward. In the evening, we sat on the balcony of our apartment, basking in the breeze and looking out at the mountains in the distance.
Relaxation and happiness are not only the visual yearning, but also the comfort and leisurely breeze blowing slowly.
Seven years ago, in the winter, we lived in Haitang Bay in Sanya for some days and experienced what it means to be in a hurry. We walked on the wooden plank road by the sea every day, and the arrogant sea breeze gave me a headache, so I brought three hats to Sanya this time, thinking that when the three hats were blown away by the wind, it was almost time for us to go back to Beijing.
Of course I was wrong, the breeze here is polite and will allow me to bring the three hats back to Beijing safely.
The valley breeze is soft and fresh, kind and friendly, and it seems to be an uninterrupted greeting when it comes to you.
When I first came here, I used to go to the sunken Y Hotel, ask for a cup of coffee, and sit at a long table in the Spanish restaurant and feel the breeze. The open-style architecture gives the breeze a subtle change, and I came up with a phrase that Shakespeare sent a messenger of memory to tell me.
Shakespeare instinctively organizes wind and freedom into a single sentence, and in The Tempest, Prospello says to Ariel, "You will be as free as the wind on the mountain." In Troy Ross and Cresida, Agamemnon says to Aeneas, "Speak as freely as the wind." ”
It is freedom, the valley breeze comes into the transparent open building, and it still enters and exits freely, but the presence of the wall tries to regulate its entry and exit, and its demand for freedom is thus expressed.
I felt a different breeze from the balcony of the apartment, the breeze on the balcony was frank and straightforward, the direction was the same, and there was no hesitation when it hit my face, the direction of the breeze in the Spanish restaurant was not always the same, some hesitated, some hinted, sometimes on-demand, sometimes reminded behind the scenes, as if to express something, and I didn't know where to start.
What kind of breeze is this, I can't find an accurate expression, only a series of no, not Du Fu's "fine grass breeze shore" wind, not Gao Biao's "crystal curtain moving breeze" wind, Feng Yansi's "blowing a pool of spring water" is because "the wind rises", too sudden, no, not to mention the wind in "the wind is Xiao Xiao Xi easy water cold", the valley breeze is not the wind of Top Gun, will not go to bid farewell to Jing Ke, it knows that it is ordinary and small, so it is low-key, its low-key is a bit like the wind I was looking for in the hot summer when I was a teenager.
Rolling up the straw mat on my shoulders is an image of summer that I used as a teenager.
At that time, our family moved to the back of Haiyan Middle School, no longer face-to-face with the hospital morgue, and my nap was shifted from the cool and narrow cement bed in the morgue to the ventilated concrete floor in the corridor of the middle school building.
At that time, Haiyan Middle School was located in the current Xiangyang Primary School, which is now a brand new building, but the old two-story building has been well preserved, with five rooms upstairs and downstairs, and four classrooms and a teacher's office at that time.
At that time, there were no doors at both ends of the corridor on the first floor, and there was a gate in the middle, an empty gate, and I had only seen the door frame but not the door in my four years of middle school, which should be the reason why the hall was happy to patronize.
During the summer vacation, I often walked bare-chested after lunch, wearing slippers, rolling up the straw mat on my bed, carrying it on my shoulders, walking across the pond, walking into the corridor of the teaching building of Haiyan Middle School, exploring the wind through the hall, walking from one end to the other, feeling both the direction and the strength of the wind, and then choosing a place where the wind was blowing, spreading out the straw mat, and sleeping on the ground.
But the wind through the hall is the wind of liberalism, one moment from this side, sometimes from that side, sometimes the wind blows constantly, sometimes there is no wind suddenly, like a fan encountering a power outage.
My summer naps as a teenager were so flawed that I often had to get up and roll up on the mat to find the next wind spot, make sure that the wind would blow there for a while, and then lie down, but immediately there would be no wind again.
Lying down, getting up, lying down again, getting up again, so repeatedly, sleepless, this is a clear memory left to me by the wind of the hall, and it often appeared in the days that followed.
Nowadays, the name of the hall is left, and it is no longer taken seriously in the hot summer.
The cool breeze is no longer a long journey from nature, but an artificial cool breeze, coming out of the refrigeration and air conditioning of private and public buildings, swirling and diffusing in rooms, halls, and buildings.
When I was a child, I enjoyed the artificial cool breeze, to be more precise, the manual cool breeze, when people did not have electric fans in their homes, air conditioning was unheard of, and people used to sit outdoors on summer evenings to cool off, each with a puff fan, while fanning themselves while chatting with neighbors.
When I was a child, I pretended to listen to them carefully, and stood on the side of the wind that was fanning me, and for a while, this adult was tired and put down the fan, and I walked next to another adult who was still fanning, and continued to pretend to listen to them, and continued to ride with the wind, and I laughed when they laughed, but in fact, I couldn't understand what they said at all.
The valley breeze here is not the wind through the hall in the teaching building of Haiyan Middle School, the uphill wind during the day and the downhill wind at night are continuous, which is a gift given by the narrow terrain of the valley, so when I sat at the long table of the Spanish restaurant on the negative floor of the Y Hotel, what I felt was not the departure and arrival of the breeze, but the subtlety and change of the breeze, and the unknowability of the breeze, and I began to have a boundless reverie.
How many heroic feats, whether they are the heroes who are gone or who have returned in triumph, will be insignificant as long as they enter the long river of history, Virgil said: "A breeze barely blows their names into our ears." ”
April 9, 2024
Yu Hua
China Youth Daily (ID: zqbcyol collation: Chen Yinshan) comprehensive "Mo Yan" public account, surging news, China News Network, etc
Source: China Youth Daily