On October 10, 2024, Korea female writer Han Jiang won the Nobel Prize in Literature, which is converted into 7.44 million yuan.
I have the impression that the Nobel Prize female writer is like this,
Or something like this,
But Han Jiang is like this,
It is said that Korea is rich in beautiful women, but I never thought that even Nobel Prize female writers are so beautiful.
Looking at the 18 Nobel Prize female writers around the world, Han Jiang's 53-year-old "young age" undoubtedly frightens the predecessors.
But looking at a pair of green and soft cheeks, a slightly curly and lazy long hair, and a pair of lightly drooping eyelids with one, two, and three pleats, you will marvel, where is this like 53 years old, clearly less than 30 years old, no wonder he was qualified for the job of a mannequin in his early years.
The beautiful face and world-class honor pushed Han Jiang to the forefront of public opinion for a while, some people congratulated, some people admired, and some people were indignant, why is there no Nobel Prize female writer in China? Why can't the female writer Rean Xue learn from others?
I believe that no writer can aim for the Nobel Prize and eventually win the Nobel Prize, but those lucky people are all feeling and living well.
Just like the Chinese vegetable market female writer in my story today, Chen Hui.
01
There is rarely a place where such a hustle and bustle can be accommodated early in the morning, except in the wet market.
Narrow, wet aisles, shoulder to shoulder, feet to feet. The highly saturated plastic sheet is covered with green leafy vegetables, bright tomatoes, and golden pumpkins, which also carry the sound of shredding one after another.
In such a noisy environment, Chen Hui's stall actually has a few books at hand.
Once the people buying vegetables dispersed, the vegetable market, which had just overflowed with fireworks, immediately became depressed and silent. At this time, Chen Hui began the most relaxed moment, she held a book in her hand and entered her own world.
When her son was less than a year old, Chen Hui decided to go to the vegetable market to set up a stall to make money.
Buying goods in a hurry, Zhang Luo business, and soon adapted to the new role of a vegetable market vendor.
But as a stranger who married to Zhejiang, Chen Hui still felt lonely.
In her boring life, she began to write something, sometimes dozens of words, no more than hundreds of words, and when she rose, she also came up with a limerick poem.
In her words, there are fireworks in the world, old people and old things in her hometown, hazy childhood memories of childhood, and small things in the vegetable market.
Adding up, Chen Hui's "Little Children in the World" and "In the Vegetable Field, In the World" works have been published successively, and the CCTV channel reported her story.
Chen Hui did not become an Internet celebrity with the splashing traffic, she still greeted customers in the vegetable market, and continued to do idle business, her words are still quiet and simple, and there is no lack of aura.
When calming her nerves, she wrote,
"The psychological apprehension was also mosaiced by me."
Her insomnia is very graphic,
"I slept and woke and woke and slept, and slept like a pile of torn pieces of paper."
At the intersection of day and night, she empathizes so much with her puppy,
Perhaps, like a human being, it will carefully hide its most urgent desires. Thoughts are stuck in last night, and the body has stepped into today, facing the warm morning light, pretending to be nothing, pretending to have tears in his eyes, pretending to love this uneven world. ”
On the land of China, there are thousands of ordinary women like Chen Hui.
In the face of the vast and turbulent life, such a woman as fine as dust is so weak that she is vulnerable. (Chen Hui's self-report)
But fortunately, there are books and words, which give her the strength to run towards freedom.
After her son's boarding in high school, Chen Hui, a 45-year-old female writer in the vegetable market, decided to step out of the vegetable market and follow the beekeepers in the town on a strange journey of thousands of miles to explore another way of living in the world.
Chen Hui poetically calls this "going to a place with flowers".
Pictured: Beekeeper chasing flowers
02
Beekeeping depends on the sky for food, and it needs to chase flowers all over the world.
The continent is vast, and the climate between the north and the south is very different, and the flowering period is different in each province.
Beekeepers need to carry hundreds of heavy beehives across China to follow the spring and summer seasons, racing against time, which lasts from the beginning of March to the end of September every year.
Beekeepers have their own fixed flower-chasing routes, following the blooming rape, milk vetch, grass flowers, acacia flowers, and linden trees in time and space, all the way from south to north, east and west. When the national flowering period is over, we will rush back to prepare for the next year.
Chasing flowers and nectar all over the world is far from being as romantic as Chen Hui portrays, but a heart-beating journey through natural and man-made disasters.
In a pasture in Hailar, Inner Mongolia, beekeepers were blackmailed by armed snakes, and several masked men broke into their tents late at night and robbed them with knives.
Somewhere in Anhui, a grumpy bee colony attacked several people in a row, and the beekeeper lost a large sum of money despite the guarantee of an acquaintance.
Somewhere in Qinhuangdao, Hebei Province, a truck loaded with beehives had an accident and the front of the truck fell into a ditch.
Somewhere in Shaanxi, water is scarce, and bees fly into the pigsty of the surrounding villagers in droves to absorb water vapor, stinging hundreds of pounds of fat pigs to death.
……。
When Chen Hui decided to go romantic chasing flowers, she was persuaded to quit by acquaintances one after another.
"You have to be mentally prepared. Last year, we went to the Hongqi Forest Farm in Wangqing County, Jilin Province to collect linden honey, and just two hours after settling down, we received a notice that tigers from Russia were rushing towards the bee farm! Not only tigers, but sometimes they have to face each other with wolves. As for all kinds of snakes, they can be found everywhere. thick, like a child's arm; Fine, nine times out of ten, are poisonous snakes. ”
Chen Hui muttered in her heart, although she found a safe beekeeper partner, and her son said that he would take care of himself, but she was still not sure.
Chen Hui dropped out of high school due to illness, and now she still has poor immunity and weak health, and she turns on the red light of illness from time to time.
After five months of living in a tent in the wilderness and traveling around five provinces, can you bear it?
Asking left and right, I found that each beekeeper said something different, some of them distorted and poured bitter water directly, while some of them enjoyed it and never got tired of it.
Chen Hui suddenly remembered the story of the pony crossing the river, and some things could only be felt by herself.
In this way, she put away her messy emotions, simply packed her bags, fled from the vegetable market, and went to chase flowers.
Pictured: Professional beekeeper
03
When she arrived at the first stop, the trip to chasing flowers taught Chen Hui a lesson.
I couldn't sleep all night long.
The vast expanse of plain flowers is a buffet for bee colonies, and it is also the best territory for the wind to be unbridled.
After turning off the camping lights, Chen Hui and Sleep began a long tug-of-war.
She pulled the quilt high, shrunk into a chrysalis, and buried herself deep in the quilt. But no matter how deep I buried, all kinds of sounds still poured into my ears like a tidal wave.
The most penetrating is the whirring sound of wind turbines, similar to the sound of the soles of people's feet rubbing against the ground, the stabbing sound of the wind pulling at the tent.
There was also the sound of a truck driving past one end of the tent. Due to the limited space in the wilderness, Chen Hui's tent is on the edge of the national highway, less than 2 meters away, which makes her heart tremble at this moment, and she is afraid that the big truck will not pay attention, and directly rush into the tent and run over her head.
Not to mention, in the event of a thunderstorm, for a whole hour, lightning, thunder, torrential rain, and strong wind, the weak tent trembled in the wind and rain.
But when the sky cleared, nature quickly switched to another face in Chen Hui's eyes.
Looking up, in the fields as far as the eye can see, golden and turquoise reflect each other, rape flowers are the protagonists, patches of wheat are also tasseled, and rows of watermelon greenhouses are full of momentum. The most amazing thing is the two large flower fields by the bridge of the Nonggan River, with white petals and tender yellow stamens, elegant and delicate, and infinite style.
When leaving, Chen Hui only had a faint sadness in her heart,
Will there be a chance to come back again in this life and take a look at this small village full of flowers in the Northern Jiangsu Plain?
In addition to the scenery, there are people who make Chen Hui feel the most.
Along the way, she met a strange and good person who silently put his own vegetables outside the tent, and chatted with the enthusiastic old prince who participated in the Vietnam War and paid out of his own pocket to fetch water for the villagers.
At night to remove mites from the bee colony, all around quietly.
The dark farm, with only two flickering headlamps, scattered and intersected for a while.
Brother Liu and Sister Xinli sat together, repeating the same movements and doing the same things, as natural and harmonious as breathing.
Brother Liu, who was born to be quiet and devoted to his work, was easily silent. Sister Xinli's attention was all about finding the eggs in the nest spleen, and she had no time to care about anything else.
The headlamps they wore on their foreheads were shining, and the light occasionally projected in different directions, and soon converged again.
Inch by inch, like a river, slowly flowing around it.
How beautiful this scene is to be in the same boat through thick and thin, blooming quietly in this secluded corner thousands of miles away, no one disturbs it, not even a second person to see.
Write at the end
In a lecture, someone asked Chen Danqing, why are there no good movies in China? Is it because there is no good literature?
Chen Danqing said, good movies, good works, these are not things, the question is whether we can express ourselves freely?
I think that free expression is not only confined to the external environment, but also challenges our inner sensitivity and bravery.
A unique and short and precious life should not always be torn apart by external standards, but should also stay and take some time to feel life and daily life in detail.
Whether it is to continue to write about human grief with words, or to put down the vegetable stall and go to a distant place to go on a journey to chase flowers, Han Jiang and Chen Hui, in my opinion, people who are brave enough to pursue themselves and express themselves are very beautiful.