Xiao Hong's loneliness, I know. Xiao Hong's brilliance and tragedy, I also know.
Hulan is her hometown, far away in the remote countryside of Songhua River, which is very backward. Xiao Hong lived there for 19 years, her father did not love, her mother and stepmother, lonely and lonely. Then he fled all the way, Harbin, Beijing, Qingdao, Shanghai, Japan, and finally hong Kong.
A "Legend of Hulan River", paying tribute to the homeland
"The Legend of Hulan River" is her last work. Xiao Hong is unwilling, and her life has only been short for 31 years, and it has been completely drawn to an end.
And this book, in the dark, is a look back, a look back at the homeland, a look back and mourning for the death of relatives.
At that time, she did not know it. It is the quack doctor who misleads people, and it is also fate that should be so.
On her deathbed, she cried out to the sky, and the sound of sorrow shook through the clouds: I will be with the blue sky and clear water forever, leaving the half of the "Red Chamber" to write to others. All his life was met with white eyes and cold treatment, and he died first, unwilling, unwilling!
However, willing or unwilling, what is the meaning, it is an era when even men are difficult to survive, and being born as a woman is a tragedy.
When the harsh winter sealed off the earth, the earth cracked all over the place. The bitter cold cracked the earth.
The picture from the friend's sunny window, slightly processed
In "The Legend of Hulan River", as soon as Xiao Hong opened her mouth, she brought us into the extremely cold winter. And the cracked mouth was like Xiao Hong's life of running away and even being buried.
In that era of discoloration and extreme poverty, midwinter was the cruelest season.
The old ones swept the ice skates on their beards with a broomstick; the ones who sold steamed buns, walked and walked, and the ice and snow covered the soles of their feet and fell. When the snow fell, the door was sealed...
I remember a saying in our hometown of Ryan, poor in winter, cold in the wind. This wind refers to the evil wind in winter, the cold that penetrates the bone, the coolness that penetrates the heart.
I read Xiao Hong's text for the first time, and I knew a little about her life before. It is very much in line with her words: Maybe my works will not be read, but surely, my gossip will always be passed on. Xiao Hong's letter to her friend contained such a sentence, a word into a slur.
Xiao Hong's writing, in the 1930s and 1940s, was a very different existence
To say that "The Legend of Hulan River" is a novel, an essay, or an autobiography, I think it is feasible.
Mr. Lu Xun has a saying from "Autumn Night": There are two trees in my backyard. One is a date tree and the other is also a date tree. Some people say it's for the sake of the fee, how boring it must be.
How close Xiao Hong and Mr. Zhou were, there was no doubt that they were affected by them. In this text, we read the same loneliness and helplessness.
The preface was written by Mr. Mao Dun, sprinkled with 5,000 words, and 28 "lonely" words were used. Reading it in one breath, not only wen cai Zhuoer, but also so thorough Xiao Hong. Mr. Mao Dun commented on "The Legend of Hulan River"; "This is a narrative poem, a colorful terroir painting, and a string of poignant ballads."
Xiao Hong's grave is lonely isolated in Hong Kong's Repulse Bay, where Xiao Hong lies lonely. And such a lonely death has also become a heavy burden on my feelings.
He was buried in Hong Kong and later moved to Guangzhou. Whenever there is a Qingming, there are always slightly more flowers in Xiao Hong's cemetery
A lot of things are contagious, at least when opinions are agreed upon. For example, this little thing of mine can't help but get up with it.
Writers, there is always a text dedicated to their beloved homeland. For example, Mai Jia's "Life Sea Sea". And Xiao Hong, making Hulan, an unknown little man, known to everyone in the country.
The people of Hulanhe are like this, wearing cotton clothes when winter comes, and single clothes when summer comes, as if the sun comes out to get up, and the sun goes down to sleep.
She wrote about the customs and customs of her hometown, about the pharmacy cloth shop tea house, and about the people who lived there.
The big mud pit on East Erdao Street, Xiao Hong used a lot of words to write. Livestock fall into it, and people bury it. Hate gritted its teeth, but no one ever thought to fill it.
I guess Xiao Hong would say that without the pit, the Hulanhe people are too lonely. How lonely it must be.
Livestock drowned, and people fell into the pit. But no one went to fill the pit
This work of hers is very straightforward to write, but it also makes people feel rich and impressive.
Meek is honest, honest is good bullying, tell people to come and bully them. If people are honest, not only will the aliens come to bully, but even the same kind of people will not sympathize. It can be seen that meekness is not a good nature, but the result of being beaten, or even the reason for the beating.
In the above paragraph, Xiao Hong is talking about a small reunion daughter-in-law. The people in the book, I also remember her the most.
A twelve-year-old little girl, lively and cute, with a big grin, but because of this, people are not accustomed to it, and they are persecuted to death by their mother-in-law, saying that it is because of the tuning, for her good, all kinds of abuse is unbearable.
The fight was a little hard, and the beating was fainted. But after only fainting a bag of cigarettes, he poured her over with cold water. It didn't swell so high, it was only ten days and half a month.
The hulanhe people, on the other hand, increased their talk after the tea and dinner, and became spectators one by one.
The little reunion daughter-in-law was bathed in hot water three times, and the spectators on the side had a taste
Feng Crooked mouth lives in the mill, loves freely, and strives to survive. Xiao Hong wrote this character, and I guess he was given a desirable, new hulan river needed strength.
Hulan is poor and backward, and people are numb and cold-blooded. But there must always be a little bit of life, so that the world will not really sink. This is the proper conscience of a writer.
The flowers bloomed, as if they had woken up. The bird flew, as if wandering in the sky, and the bug barked, as if the worm was talking. Do what you want.
We are most familiar with Xiao Hong's grandfather, he is the warmest existence in her life, giving Xiao Hong the only warm memory of childhood, or the most beautiful memory in this life. Therefore, Xiao Hong's writing has a poetic meaning like flowing water and the leisure of prose.
In the small town of Hulanhe, my grandfather used to live, and now my grandfather is buried
When she was a few years old, the first time she walked out of the back garden and stood on the street, she did not look around, but wondered, is it in the future, I will go far alone.
At that time, Xiao Hong did not expect that she would go so far, and it would be so difficult. Go south and go north, poor and poor, and have experienced hardships. Although the love affair was violent and ups and downs, the heart was also scarred and devastated.
Xiao Hong's "The Legend of Hulan River" loves and hates his hometown. Love deeply, and mourn it. In fact, not only Hulan, but also the people at that time were generally numb.
We see that the life of Hulan Town is extremely poor, and even buying a piece of tofu can become a lifelong ideal: however, buy a piece of tofu to eat. That is, if you can eat a piece of tofu before you die, it is also worth it.
Not just a little bit of tragedy.
Snowflakes flutter and the north wind whistles
Living in poverty, backwardness in society, ignorance, ignorance, insensitivity and barbarism in the town, even those who have been fished out of a well must be placed there and let them watch for three days and three nights. Pointing, excitement is abnormal.
And the family, it seems that it is not so sad, only to cry and bury it, dead to die, what else can be done.
If it catches a rainy night, it is particularly desolate, the widow can shed tears, and the widower will rise up and wander. The sky is full of stars, the house is full of moons, how life is, why is it so sad.
They said that Xiao Hong was not old. Also, only lived for 31 years.
At that time, Xiao Hong was traveling to Hong Kong and was plagued by illness for a long time. Gave her a wedding duanmu, did not quit, leaving only the irrelevant Luo Bingji. Fortunately, with him, it is also a warm ride.
She left this work behind, an account for her ancestors, and an explanation for the homeland where she had lived for nearly 20 years. Only she herself, soft intestines, unwilling, stretched out her hand to the sky, the sky was silent.
The frozen cracked earth devoured everything.