On the evening of April 15,
The WeChat public account "Mo Yan" published an article
Yu Hua's contribution to Mo Yan
The title is very straightforward -
"Mo Yan: I received Yu Hua's contribution today"
Not only did the number of reads quickly exceed 100,000+
also rushed to the hot search
Some netizens said
This is the most "refreshing" hot search in recent days
It's not just a smile
You can also enjoy beautiful texts, wonderful!
I believe most netizens noticed it at a glance
Their WeChat profile picture
It's really cute!
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Previously
Some netizens took photos of Yu Hua
With a fluffy puppy P
It's really hard to evaluate the similarity...
After Yu Hua himself heard about it
Respond at a lecture
Said he cut his hair short
Changed the middle score
I thought, "This shouldn't look like a puppy."
The result is self-deprecating
"It's not a hairstyle problem, it's a look"
Soon, the version of "good friend" Mo Yan also came!
I really can't help it!hahahahaha!
After ridiculing the avatars of the two
Netizens just remembered the matter
Yu Hua's article hasn't been read yet
After reading it, they all shouted wow
"He's really good at describing."
With a series of "no"
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.
Netizens said
This is a refreshing hot search
Let's enjoy it!
Valley breeze|Yu Hua
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
Source: "Mo Yan" public account, Shanghai News Broadcasting, China Youth Daily
Editor: Lady W
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