Thirty years later, when I talk about the text "Lotus Pond", my heart is still swirling with poetry. The moonlight like water, the boat that floated on the tip of the waves like a barracuda, the unexpected ambush battle in the lotus pond, the moist and thin reed eyebrows that jumped in the woman's hands...
Because of this indelible textual complex, Baoding Anxin Baiyangdian has long been seen; it has been a long time since I started to visit Sun Li's former residence. In the late spring of the ugly year, this wish was finally fulfilled. On a day of chaotic flowers and snow, I drove to Sun Yaocheng Village in Anping County with my teachers and friends from the Jingshi Poetry Society.
A flying car, from Beijing, Hong Kong and Macao to Huangshi Expressway, the car crossed the three hundred mile flat domain Flower Xie Huafei. At this time, the pear blossoms in Zhaozhou and the white clouds perched; the peach blossoms in Shenzhou gradually faded away; and the apple blossoms in Xinji have also closed their doors and are lined with green leaves. When I arrived at anping County, I saw that on the cherry blossom avenue, the Yae cherry blossoms on the first street were facing withering, and the wind had drifted into a cloud of light smoke.
Sun Yaocheng Village is 30 miles west of the city. The village is not large, quite square, horizontal streets, vertical roads, cutting out the space and level of the village. We stood in front of Sun Li's former residence at the intersection of Wanhua Street and Lotus Road, and looked at the lovely twilight spring world on all sides: there were women choosing dishes in front of their homes, old people kicking and walking on the street, and fat women holding the hands of children and slowly returning home. There is wind in the streets and alleys, blowing finely, there are clouds in the sky, idle walking.
In May 1913, Sun Li was born on this land.
From the age of twelve, he began to leave home, sometimes came out, sometimes went back, and his hometown was Sun Li's nest. After middle age, there is less home, and in his old age, he is also far away from home, but this has always been the warm home of Sun Li's soul. In his old age, his homesickness became stronger, his dreams returned frequently, and there was always the earthy smell of his hometown in his works: the breeze squeezed into the alley, the stars and the moon in the village, and the living human feelings of this land.
The large green brick courtyard was renovated and rebuilt in 2014. On the black gate, high steps, and lintel, there are four words of "Sun Li's Former Residence" written by Mo Yan. In front of the Sun family's door, I did not feel strange, and for a moment I fell into a reverie. Think of that long time ago, when the door opened and closed, a young man's beautiful face flashed out. Here he experienced the warm affection at the beginning of his life, the marriage of the fig-like matchmaker covenant of his youth, and he came out of this door in his green cloth robe, walked to the dew-clear field, to the dream and the distance, and from then on, he returned as a wanderer.
The charm of the past entered my eyes and stirred up the memories of the countryside. I don't know if this distant countryside can recognize the country marks in the cracks of my skin.
Entering the gate, you are greeted by a shadow wall, and a small pool in front of the shadow wall is filled with water. At the moment, I haven't seen the buds sprouting in the pool. But everyone felt that this small pond should be planted with lotus flowers. Where Sun Li lives, how can there be a lack of lotus flowers? Only those whose souls are perfumed by lotus flowers will have such deep feelings for lotus.
This courtyard is the architectural style of the northern residential buildings in the 1930s: the layout of the courtyard, the outer courtyard and the inner courtyard. It can be seen that Sun Li's family is still well-off: the outer courtyard has a maid's room, a livestock house, a mill, a gatehouse, a large car shed, a gate, and a second gate. At this time, there are a few vegetables and vegetables in the open space, fresh and tender green onions, like half a courtyard emerald in the sun. Entering the inner courtyard, there is also a shadow wall, and bamboo is planted behind the shadow wall, and the new hedges are several poles, slightly invading the green, and the wind and sound of bamboo are noisy, which is elegant and heavy.
Presumably, Sun Li was also very pleased to see it.
Looking north, the main room has three rooms and two spans, and there are box rooms in the east and west. In front of the main house, a pomegranate tree, a stupid locust. The locust has sprouted and seems to be blowing in the wind to open a miniature dough fan. Next to the door, a large black urn stands. A hugged urn, if filled with water, can create a natural "cloud map". In my hometown, three hundred miles away, this urn used to be common, placed in the stove room to hold water, or placed in the box room to hold grain. It is a rough old friend that northerners can rely on. I wondered again, after playing with the young Sun Plough, will it be like when we were young, Xingchong rushed to the mouth of the urn to catch a soaked cucumber, "click, click" and chew it?
In middle school, Sun Li began to try to write, taking the pen name "Sun Yunfu". After participating in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression in 1938, he was also known as Sun Li. "Yun" is "Yun" and "plough" is a tool for cultivation, and his study, called "Cultivation Hall", is based on righteous farming and labor. Sun Li's heart was closely linked to his land at all times. He said: "For me, if there are happy years, it is a childhood spent in the countryside. ”
Yes, Sun Yaocheng Village cherished the best time of his life. In his works, the purity of childhood, the warmth of the countryside, has always filtered through certain obscure things. The bloodiness of the war and the violence of the Cultural Revolution could not hide the freshness of the wind and moon in the countryside. He maintains a consistent clarity. If there is a popular word to define this emotion, it is "original intention".
Yan Zhao dadi, generous and sad songs, but also sincere and warm, the quiet of the countryside and the warmth of family affection, nurtured Sun Li's spring water soft temperament. He is withdrawn, calm, does not like to socialize, and likes to stay in the study. In his later years, except for his serious illness, he has been reading and writing quietly and uninterruptedly.
Chewing on the evaluation of Sun Li by celebrities in the industry, I stepped up the steps of the main house, and my heart was filled with admiration - it was the kindness of the same Hebei people, and it was also the admiration of the descendants who visited the elderly. I saw that the bust of Mr. Sun Li was placed on the doorside bar, waiting for the visitors. His eyes were gentle and his contemplative expression could not hide the thick bookish atmosphere. Behind the statue, there is a picture of flowers and birds in the nave: a multicolored rooster, shaking the crown of a fiery red chicken, landing on one foot, looking back and staring, heroic. There are couplets next to the flowers and birds: the thorn tree has the flower brother music, the Yantian has no tax descendants to cultivate, a warm and harmonious, cultivating and reading the old family atmosphere of the family.
After Sun Li's death, although he had various names and names, he only did himself. His uniqueness is not in the suke, not in the romance, but in the plain, in the real anger. The quiet temperament in his eyes was soft and hard, and neither outsiders nor the outside world could disturb him.
It is said that after the end of the "Cultural Revolution," Zhou Yang came to Tianjin once and asked Sun Li, "Have you seen through the red dust?" Sun Li said, "No." I'm very dusty. "I never thought of going to the Western Sky, and I don't think it's necessarily a promised land either." You read the novel, how distressed Tang Monk was when he went there. The two cadres under him, how tense the personnel relationship was. In Tuancheng, Beijing, there is a jade Buddha, very beautiful, I once wrote two poems for her. But I don't envy her situation, although the place is still quiet. I didn't see through the red dust, I still wanted to write something. ”
Sun Li did not see through the red dust, nor did he believe that there were so-called writers in the world who saw through the red dust. He believes that all famous works, including "Dream of the Red Chamber" and "Zhuangzi", are works that have tasted the fireworks of the world, rather than works of birth.
Yes, in the world, there is a dust heart, the pen can have hot fireworks; in the world, love the world, the work can have a vivid atmosphere. Sun Li's "Lotus Dian" school is fresh and timeless, dull and dignified, but all of them are living personnel affairs, and all reflect the changes in the spring and autumn of society and the yin and yang journey of history.
His true words, his true disposition, impressed me; I silently clasped my hands in salute in front of the statue.
In the bedroom of the back room, a plate of earthen kang occupies half of the space. The kang is covered with home woven kang sheets, and the list is covered with blue and white lattice, which is the kind of coarse and simple fabric common in the countryside. The small Kang table in the center of the Kang carries the skylight outside the window, lonely, and no one is seated together.
The two sisters who were traveling together took off their shoes and sat cross-legged, which instantly awakened the old scene of laughter and laughter.
The old photograph in the frame of the north wall is a group photo of Sun Li with his family in different eras: his beautiful wife, his lingxiu son and three daughters. Sun Li's wife is a woman of the Wang clan in the neighboring village of Huangcheng. Northerners believe in an old saying that "a woman is a junior, holding a golden brick", and at the suggestion of his family, Sun Li married Wang Girl, who was three years older than him. After marriage, he went back and forth in Beiping, Baoding and other places to plot, and the husband and wife always gathered less and left more. In 1949, Sun Li settled in Tianjin to work, and only then did he take his wife and children to his side and named his wife "Wang Xiaoli". After 40 years of sharing, Sun Li was sincerely grateful to his wife, saying that she was "content and happy, content with lightness." Perhaps, in the emotional process, Sun Li also had waves in his heart; but he did not abandon the chaff and marry a new joy like some cadres who went to the city, but chose to support his rural wife for a lifetime.
Sun Li has always been gentle and dependent on his family. He often stayed up until one or two o'clock in the morning, and before going to bed, he would always go to the old mother's house to take a look, gently push the door, quietly look, and tuck the corner of the quilt. Her mother loved to eat fish, so Sun Plough picked the middle part and clipped it into her bowl. Sun Li wrote that his mother and wife were the sources of his literary language. The simple virtues of working women set the tone for his early works, and after he entered the bustling city, he was also connected to the atmosphere of the Jizhong Plain.
In the cabinet below the photo, some of Mr. Sun Li's old objects are displayed. Cotton jackets, hats, blankets, old blue sleeves that were ironcladed in the article... The clothes that were specially made for a visit to Moscow still looked new. The tour guide said that he wore it once when he went abroad. Sun Li has always been simple, simple as a reader of the Zhuang family.
Sun Li is well aware of his personality, he once wrote: Yu is secluded, neglectful of friends, but gets along with young people, and those who have feelings will never forget it for life. For the literary juniors, he always tried his best to support and hold a fire-like enthusiasm. In 1979, Tie Ning wrote "The Story of the Stove Fire", which was rejected one after another. Tie Ning was not discouraged, and sent the novel to Sun Li, but he did not expect to soon publish it in the "Literature and Art" supplement of Tianjin Daily. Tie Ning said that it was Sun Li who lit the literary lamp in his heart, and Sun Li was the generous elder who carried the lamp.
A person, always three-dimensional, has various kinds of edges. Different people, from different angles, some see the cold, some see the thickness, some see the immortal qi, some see the dust heart. And Sun Li is the unique one: thick is also him, light is also him; warm is also him, cold is also him; cai is also him, secluded is also him. A simple and light student: a bowl of porridge, can eat the great enjoyment of Zheng Banqiao, a dress worn out of color and not replaced, a lifetime of faith in "gentleman's friendship is as light as water", cold outside and hot inside, quiet and far-reaching.
His works are like his people, with a kind of cultivation and nature that is with the light and dust. Like an old farmer ploughing in the field, sweat falls to the ground, crops grow. Like a boat wandering in a lake, touching the lotus flowers, the lotus fragrance is scattered. Great beauty, return to nature. The more he read the prose in his later years, the more intimate it was, and the more he could taste the true taste of the world.
The so-called, the big taste will be light, the big sound will be xi; the big words are called, and the avenue is low.
In Sun Li's study in his later years, there was a plaque with four words: Avenue Low Back. It was a word of encouragement he had written for himself. The word hung above his field of vision, and he could see it when he looked up. I'm not sure, for him, the low back of the road is a confession, or a comfort.
About the Author:
Mi Lihong, a native of Lincheng, Hebei Province. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and the Chinese Prose Literature Association. Some works have been selected into more than 60 anthologies such as "China's Annual Essay Masterpieces 2017"; more than 40 articles have been designed as chinese exam questions, middle school exam language simulation exam questions, and high school language final exam questions; and he has authored essay collections "Looking at You", "Time and Yin Mill", "Life, is a piece of jade to be considered". The article has won the first, second and third prizes of the Chinese newspaper supplement, the first and second prizes of the Hebei Provincial Prose Masterpiece, and the Xingtai Literary and Art Creation Prosperity Award.