Shine and warmth on ordinary days

Author: Cai Tiren

Recently, I found the book "Mountains and Rivers Are Long", and there is a line of small words on the back cover: "This is a letter dedicated to the mountains and years, slowly dismantled with a long life." "I can't help but be moved. There are more than 20 authors, including Jiang Xun, Long Yingtai, Lin Qingxuan, etc., and each of them chooses one or two of his works.

"Reverence for all things" is the name of one of the chapters, which is quite solemn, and suddenly feels that those mountains and rivers, the earth, grass and trees, have never really left us. There was an author named Ling Fu who wrote a "Sven Hao's Frog". In her writing, whether it is landscapes, flowers and plants, insects and birds, they all sing the song of life at their own rhythm. She lived on the mountain, so she wrote: "Every night, I hear a melodious song, and the Svenhoe frog barks like a bird, gently and delicately, like a skinny or delicate warbler subfamily or embroidered ophthalmic bird." The feeling was right by the window, I was in the house, it was outside the house, I listened carefully to its voice, through the glass it also knew me on the other end? "She is not facing a small frog, but an object of emotional communication, as if she has known each other for a long time." Yes, all living things have a lot to do with us and should be known and respected.

"Mom, look at this flower! At first glance, the title of the article makes people feel kind. The author, Xi Song, is a professional painter in Taiwan, whose ancestral home is Shanghai, and he is still in his early seventies. Speaking of the death of his father that year, the author immediately left Paris to return with his mother, "Who thought of taking care of the mother of a path, in fact, it has reached the time when it needs the most care!" His mother was often immersed in the pursuit of the past, and in order to make her happy, he went to buy painting tools and thought, "Why don't you let Mu Ma learn to paint?" "My mother likes to draw flowers, and he also paints flowers outside of work. They lived in the apartment and did not have their own garden, but the flowers painted by the two of them hung high and low on the four walls. The mother walked happily and said proudly, "This is our own garden." The article uses the mother's hand as the main axis of the narrative, which runs through the beauty of the mother and the love of the mother. Now that the mother is gone, the author's thoughts are calm. At the end of the text, he said: "Mom, in the face of this piece of flowers, I saw your smile again." "I know that his heart is clear.

Many of the best things in the world are ordinary. Wu Sheng's article "Shop Boy Head" describes the warm life of the villagers in the village. "Shop boy" is the small country shop that we used to be familiar with, and this kind of village shop is mostly located at the bridge head, the ship port, and under the big tree or the alley lane. Because there are places like shops, it is convenient for villagers to interact, shorten the distance between people, people are laughing and laughing, in sighing, comforting each other and encouraging each other. The author said that every day after dinner, my mother would go to the shop to sit down and listen to some news, and then choose to relay it to him when she came back. He thought about how kind the shop head was for many elderly people in the village who were like their mothers.

Some things are "not withered away by the years", Xiao Xiao's "Sweet Potato Child" shows his ambivalence of both missing sweet potatoes and fearing eating sweet potatoes. When they were young, their mother was afraid that they would be bored with eating sweet potato rice every day, and they changed the way they ate sweet potatoes from time to time. He recalled: "After cooking the stove, there is still residual heat, and my mother will always throw a few sweet potatoes in it, and after eating, there are warm sweet potatoes to eat." "The details of this life are heartwarming.

Jiang Xun's "Irrelevant Years" is placed in the first part of this book. He said that the Chinese New Year's Eve who liked to Chinese, grew older, and then Chinese New Year's Eve, as if he had regained the joy of receiving the old money. He still likes the three words of "pressing the old money", so rude and direct, but he said all the trepidation and preciousness of the years, and a little bit of sarees and bribes. "And these, sealed in clusters of new red paper bags, passed to the hands of children and nephews, the abstract and ruthless time seems to have an identity that can be pinned, with many expectations and many expectations."

Although it has nothing to do with time, it actually shows the luster and warmth of the years. (Cai Ti Ni)