April 8 - April 14
Key sentence: I am fragrant Alive is to shout at the sky
I am fragrant, alive is to shout into the sky!
Today's title comes from two books I read this week, "I Am Fragrant" and "To Live is to Shout out to the Sky."
These two are non-fiction texts, "I Am Fragrant" is the author Yang Benfen's autobiography novel, and miner poet Chen Nianxi's non-fiction collection "Living is Shouting into the Sky" is written about his sixteen years of mining experience and silently dead workers.
As Chen Nianxi said in the article, "I do not have the ability to criticize the literature of the moment, what I want to say is that we read the corresponding storms and light and shadows of that era from the "Wind", "Ya", and "Ode" in the "Three Hundred Poems", from the Tang poems, and from the Song Ci, and read about the vision of life and people, but our current words are trivial, vague, and transformed and processed..."
Readers are tired of the so-called pure literary texts that are delicate, elegant, and temperamental. We want to see some real parts.
"I Am Fragrant" is only more than 70,000 words, and I quickly read it. After reading this book, it is depressing, and the heroine Chen Huicai is also because she was not born at the right time, "repeatedly missing out on learning and work, and each time she is always a little bit of opportunity." Her lifelong ambition is to study, she is a well-known good student in school, because she honestly wrote about the family origin of the "old official" when filling out the form, she was sent to the countryside alone three months before graduation, and when she was less than twenty years old, she hastily married a township doctor who had only a few faces, because the other party promised to send her to continue her studies, and from then on, she opened a marriage that lasted for sixty years, which was very unsatisfactory, which is the story written in this book "I Am Fragrant".
The phrase "I am fragrant" is also a sigh, because it will naturally follow a "Why..."
What is it? It is this sixty-year so-called diamond marriage, which is also two tragic and lonely people torturing each other.
When both of them had entered their old age and their children and grandchildren were wrapped around their knees, Hui asked her husband Lu: "In a few months, you are 88, and I am 81... If there is a next life, will you still be willing to be with me? Lu Qing said clearly, "No." Hui Cai finally knew that in these sixty years of marriage, neither of them had been able to achieve happiness, they all had their own pains, and she originally thought that it was easier to love each other with miserable and lonely people.
We Chinese seem to care too much about the maintenance of the state and too much about the quality of the state itself. "It is better to die than to live", but why can people only "live"? "It is better to demolish ten temples than to break one marriage", but many marriages are clearly torturing everyone, is it not necessary?
In the silence, Hui Cai heard the rats upstairs begin to move, tearing, chasing, screaming, covering their ears to no avail" "The latrine is a tripod supported by three trunks, surrounded by straw, and it becomes a small shed." Sunlight poured through the straw into the pit and saw maggots in the cesspool squirming in lumps. There are two not thick boards on the pit, and after stepping on them, the feet tremble, and it seems that they may break at any moment... "These have been experienced as a child, and after so many years of development, I can no longer see such houses and toilets around me."
History is like a stone thrown into the water, the closer the ripples to us, the clearer it looks, and when a generation has passed, the true face of the event will completely disappear. No amount of written material that posterity reads may be able to reproduce the practical realism of oral history.
This is probably one of the reasons why nonfiction has gained increasing attention over the years: people need truth and truth. Really, it is beautiful and good. Even if the truth is a little harsh.
Chen Nianxi is very much like the traditional Chinese wandering intellectuals, who left the countryside to work outside the country and went to the bottom of society, experiencing the heat and cold of the world.
Unlike ordinary homeless people, he has a conscious sense of literary writing; unlike traditional scholars or modern intellectuals, he earns a living by such a dangerous work as mine blasting, which the latter can never engage in, and has tenacious vitality.
As a demolition worker with sixteen years of experience, he brought the work scene of firing cannons and blowing rocks in the depths of the cave into Chinese poetry for the first time, which is both the experience of the era of large-scale industry and the experience of evoking the original survival scenes of human beings.
He wrote: "The meaning of writing is to record, and the meaning of recording is to see, to see those clouds of smoke, those deeply buried, obscured parts." "I try to be as calm as possible, trying to reach objectivity with calmness." "I write because I have something to say. A considerable number of people, even the wives and children of migrant workers, may be at a loss for the labor, life, and other situations of workers. "We, the low bones, are pestle by pestle [in the world], just like the pieces of metal. Their voices were blown away by the wind, or they could only be expressed in silence. "There are rivers in even the lowest bones!"
There is a letter written by Chen Nianxi to his son: "I know, you also broke your heart that time, do you still hate me, I smashed your mobile phone." I know that this mobile phone was bought by you for three years of junior high school to save money and use the remaining money from the school meal supplement. For a family like ours, for you, it is almost as luxurious as a natural thing. I also knew that that morning, a young man's heart was shattered to the ground. The problem is that you shouldn't be in the game every day. Watching you grow up day by day, walking farther and farther away, into the distance that I can't see, I often feel powerless. I raised your body and tried my best to meet your material needs, but in the exchange of hearts, I was never a father. I'm not, and a lot of people aren't."
"The poverty of the poor, each with its own misfortune, is not an effortlessness" The meaning of writing is to record, the meaning of recording is to see, to see those smoke clouds, those deep buried, hidden parts. Life is originally flat, scattered, unexpected, it has no logic, no great meaning, the meaning is only in the hearts of the reader and the seeer.
Life is a little better, this is more brilliant than brilliant!
Keyword: Coke
After a week of adaptation, Teddy Coke has become naughty from timidity to naughtiness, from the beginning of two steps dare not go down, now jumping down, the range of activity has also run from home to the outside of the yard, and never bought a dog toilet to defecate, which is a headache, and I also understand why it is called "shoveling officer". Take Coke to the pet store on Monday to bathe and get vaccinated. ......
April 14, 2022
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