In Aiwu's hometown, meet spring

Author: Chen Xin

I've been craving this feeling for a long time.

This place of purification of the heart, Xu is a childhood memory, is the mood of the sea of books, is the desire when the dust and haze pass through. Even, just for a beautiful word, a fairy-tale yearning.

When I came from the center of the city with light smoke and haze to this slightly powdered landscape, I had a wooden heart.

Surrounded by bluestone and covered with moss. The warm colors of life scale in the sun, and the earth surges with the clear blue of the meridians. When I poured a mouthful of spring into my dry soul, a clear stream of water broke open my bosom.

The water is rushing, and the shade is delayed. I didn't even know there was such a town called Qingliu. In the middle of it, spring suddenly became concrete, and the birds and flowers and the light rural scent of the dream revived my longing.

The name of Qingliu originates from the crowd of springs, as many as four hundred eyes, flowing vertically and horizontally, all of which are pure water. Clear streamers, out of the mud without staining, not hurried, against the customs, alone and deep.

Although it was the first time I had arrived in Qingliu Town, I had long looked up to Ai Wu.

Ai Wu, formerly known as Tang Daogeng, is a famous Chinese modern and contemporary writer. At the age of 17, Ai Wu was admitted to the Sichuan Provincial First Normal School, and then ran away from home because he was dissatisfied with the old education and rebelled against the old marriage, drifting in Yunnan, Myanmar, Malaysia and other places, during which he worked as a primary school teacher, a miscellaneous servant and a newspaper editor. During his stay in Burma, he was expelled by the British colonial authorities to Shanghai because of his sympathy for the peasant riots. At the age of 28, he joined the Chinese Left-Wing Writers' Union and began to publish novels, successively publishing short story collections "Night in the Southern Kingdom", "Journey to the South", "Pastoral Song in the Mountains", "Night View"; novellas "Spring", "Basho Valley", and essay collections "Drifting Miscellaneous". Ai Wu's works have unique themes, with distinct frontier characteristics and beautiful natural scenery, while the content mostly reflects the suffering life of the people at the bottom of the southwest frontier and the spontaneous resistance struggle, the story is legendary, the details are full, and the romantic feelings are not lost, and the influence is extensive.

AiWu's hometown is the town's Cuiyun Village.

In the world of old-fashioned traditional customs, going against the turbidity, why is Mr. Ai Wu not a clear stream?

Ai Wu's former residence is a typical Western Sichuan courtyard house. In the middle of the courtyard, there are two tall alder trees about 30 meters high, which are particularly eye-catching. The tree wheel is already a hundred years old, like an old man. "Lush grass and trees, auspicious qi", the garden is often planted with ginkgo biloba, symbolizing purity of magnolia, symbolizing wealth and osmanthus flowers... Even if you don't pay attention to "symbolism", you also pay attention to the practicality of flowers in spring, cool in summer, observable leaves in autumn, and observable branches in winter. Why did the Ai Wu family plant alder? Perhaps, we can find the hint from the habits of alder: its tree posture is dignified, the material is reddish, the grain is fine and firm, it is resistant to water and barrenness, in addition to the use of wood, it can also be used medicinally...

Walking in the spring-swept town of Qingliu, I saw colors that were both unworldly and dusty. Warm white after warm patch, lined up in the field like a camp of soldiers. This is a landscape of pear blossom weaving with buds and dew. Soft green, holding up the hope of spring and the sweet yearning. Xu is light and cold, and many pear blossoms are bone-bearing. A branch of spring sorrow, self-to-yellow oriole language. What about a garden? Garden after garden of pear blossoms, Fang Zi Shuang drowned out the sorrow of the girl's drunken illness. The spring is crowded in the pear orchard, and the fragrance is soaked in the heart.

On the shore of Cuiyun Village, there is a lake pool, and the beautiful sound of violins floats out of it. Tracing the prestige of the piano, on a flat boat in the lake pool, a long-haired girl in a red dress is playing the piano, elegant and focused. Spring light melts, neon clothes melt, and the wind is accustomed, the piano is accustomed, the spring is flowing, the hair is flowing, the flat boat is slightly rippled, the pool wave is slightly rippled...

The feeling of clear flow of comfort, clear rhyme and happiness, and the feeling of confusion and drunkenness suddenly spread throughout the body, thinking that I was sleepwalking under the sun.

The pear blossoms are clean and dissolved, and the ebony pond rhymes with a light breeze. Touch the hand of the cloud and press the opening of the heavens. The meaning rhymes in the form of verbs, stepping into the red dust. The rhythm in the field is so beautiful.

In March, in the cheerful sun and wind, in the Town of Qingliu on the banks of the Qingbai River, I felt a different spring.

Guangming Daily (2021-05-07 14 edition)

Source: Guangming Network - Guangming Daily