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Remember the literary old man Sun Li

author:The voice of Yang Liuqing's youth

Often browse the literary works of Tianjin old writer Sun Li, it has been many years, for such a writer because his works are exquisite and concise, simple and natural, life pictures are also as natural as poetry, not pretentious, not show off, in the white paintings of nature often with small to see the big, with emotion, after reading the sense of amazement, joy in the enjoyment of the beautiful and elegant wonderful chapter. This is a tribute to this old writer who is truly a writer, and he has a deep memory, and it is stored in the scene of his inner life.

Remember the literary old man Sun Li

In mid-November 2002, when I was about to enter the hall to attend a commemorative ceremony for my colleague's father in Beicang, Tianjin, I suddenly saw a line of white paper pasted on a wall, which was written in cursive: Comrade Sun Li's farewell party. Suddenly shocked, I silently looked at the time that it was very common, the wind blew the white paper, and the paper fluttered slightly, so as to conclude that it had been time--this was already a tacit acknowledgment of the existence of this fact.

For the old writer, fragments of personal experience are often revealed in his work. In that special era, because he did not post a big-character poster exposing and denouncing his old comrades-in-arms, he endured all kinds of hardships in the robbery, and was repeatedly scolded by the manager, and pulled the page of manuscript paper and showed it to the public on the spot. Later, he was simply isolated, put a horseshoe watch in front of him, and timed the words. In this way, his impression is very clear, and he silently reads his writing for a long time, and even more remembers his life anecdotes and the penetration of his works.

The old writer lived in DuolunDao, a downtown area of Tianjin, where the newspaper address was located. He lives near the Telegraph Building on Anshan Road, not far from Duolun Road. At that time, I had read his clean as silver, fresh and elegant "Chronicle of Baiyangdian". Later, the old writer moved to the Serpentine Building in Anshan West Road. At this time, old writers often touched on exquisite prose with concise writing. In his later years, he was sick for a long time, and he was admitted to Tianjin General Hospital, always wanting to see it, as if he was living on the seventh floor of the hospital, he may have enjoyed municipal medical treatment at that time, and ordinary people could go up. I had to give up. Because he likes to read the works of the old gentleman, he pays great attention to the life of the old writer. As well as the works of his descendants, it is more about remembering the little pictures of her father's life.

Remember the literary old man Sun Li

At very regular times always appreciate his genre of writers, works of consciousness. The works have influenced many literati, his works have the role of incubation, the energy is deep, the moisturizer is silent, a "lotus pond" school has cultivated how many excellent literati, and under his influence are close to life with upright literary sages, whose influence and help lead to a trend era, admiring and following the literati can list a long list...

I like to read his works the most, numerous exquisite prose, rich vernacular literary novels, short and concise, and sophisticated writing. The direct feeling of reading his works is the endless life scenes, local people, in the wonderful pictures. Especially in the warm bit of the picture, it is often cut into a small storyline, the moisturizer is silent, gradually soaked, and then radiates a strong artistic energy, and the touching and profound life picture makes you taste the inner charm of life for a long time. His works are often small to see the big, small to see the strange, from which overflowing with natural flow of life pictures. There is the connotation of history, there is the sigh of life. His essay "Anecdotes of the Dead" was a classic work:

Because of the trouble in Japan, the family's situation is getting worse and worse, and I am not at home, so she takes the children to the ground. On the market day, I went to sell the thread and cloth by myself. Sometimes with the eldest daughter on their backs to take turns with two buckets of sorghum, walk three miles, to the market to sell. Never cried bitterness to me

This is history, the most appropriate history of the period of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression by the people of Jizhong and the suffering brought by Japanese militarism to the people of Jizhong. The length is brief, but it clearly depicts the real life picture and social scene. Because this picture is still in the books to find the living conditions of the descendants of old writers in many ways, I care too much about such a real life!

Look at the wonderful marriage of "heaven made together", how interesting and colorful it is written. Show life in the intimate and natural plain, exquisite materials, precise dialogue, delicate emotions infect the gradual unfolding of the characters, into the reasonable, the scene blends. He never deliberately writes about feelings and characters, but carefully carves and polishes on a small plot, and then tells a story, natural and smooth, and finally tells a shocking sense of wonder:

We've been married for forty years and I've had many things I'm sorry for her, and it's fair to say that none of her things are sorry for me. In terms of marital love, I did a terrible job. Because of this, she has a deep memory of her love for us. When I was a small clerk in Beiping, I once bought two pieces of flower cloth and sent it directly to her house. Before she died, she also mentioned this small matter to me and asked, "Why did you send the cloth to my mother's house at that time?" ”

I say:

"It's so convenient for you to make clothes!"

She closed her eyes, and a smile of happiness appeared on her long-sick face.

The old writer's pen stopped writing here. But what is left to the reader is shock, humanity, relief, and tearful attention... It is also frozen in the leisurely emptying like a close-up of a movie.

Remember the literary old man Sun Li

His other novel "Mountain Memories" is even more amazing after reading, hitting the knots and admiring, and remembering the strong artistic appeal of the work in the heart, this novel is also small to see the big, the details are clever, but it contains the innocent beauty of human nature. The article recalls the life interest of the author in 1941 when he joined the Eighth Route Army against Japanese aggression and went to the Fuping Mountains to live with a peasant family. Especially the wonderful picture of the girl. The author still uses the novel's very sophisticated pen and ink to portray the character image in the form of dialogue, and the little hostess's few spicy voices immediately generate a kind image of her personality being straightforward and cute. Here not only writes about the kindness and directness of the girl, the purity of the fiery heart, but also writes about her desire for victory and the desire for a stable life, and also writes about the fresh and upward spiritual outlook of the girl. From this, the people's complex of love between the Eighth Route Army and the masses of the people is highlighted. In the end, the author still wrote a shocking voice in a silent way, which was hidden in a long-term nostalgia -

He said that you already have two children, and like a child, you just like new things and say that you have to learn anything.

Concise and vivid, with a long rhyme, like a flute sounded, in a long voice, the author's body and mind seem to return to the picture of the family's life in the Fuping Mountains during the War of Resistance Against Japan, especially the girl who was hot in heart and kind-hearted...

Whenever I read Sun Lilao's works, I am very grateful to such a literati, such a simple and exquisite writing, with a long meaning, he brings people not only artistic enjoyment, but also the thickness of historical verticality. Reading his works can see Lu Xun's legacy.

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