The stream flows down and flows around the mountain. About three miles into the big river of the tea pot. If a person walks over the hill and crosses the hill, he will only be in the city of Chayu. The stream is like a bow, and the mountain road is like a bow. Therefore, there are small differences in distance. The creek is about twenty feet wide, and the river bed is made of large stones. The quiet water is deep or so that the worm can not fall to the bottom, but it is still clear and transparent, and the fish in the river can count. ”
The text in the border town is fresh, everywhere is a humid and transparent scenery of Xiangchu, everywhere is a simple and sincere human flavor, but every time you read it, you will be involuntarily sad, like what you touch, is a childhood sun warm In the afternoon, there are still some unspeakable worlds.
“From Sichuan to Hunan, there is a bureau road to the east. When this official road approaches the Xiangxi border to a small mountain called “Tea”, there is a small stream with a small white tower on the side of the stream. Alone person. This family has only one old man, one girl, and always a yellow dog.”
This is his side town brought to us by Mr. Shen, a silent city. From the beginning to the end seems to be holding back what is, the emerald is the embodiment of the city. From the love that can make her even dreams can be started by his songs, she chose silence. Although the heart is fluctuating, the surface is always the same. Grandfather died in the thunderstorm night, Tianbao drowned, the white tower collapsed, and Cui Cui still could not get rid of the mother’s fate, only waiting. “The man may never come back, maybe he will come back tomorrow.”
I have been thinking about what makes Mr. so sad to paint such a good fairy tale. Mr. was born in the early 19th century. At that time, China faced a serious national crisis. It had just ended the feudal enslavement rule of more than 1,000 years under the Western powers. It was in the darkest period of warlord melee. The influence of the feudal ideology of the millennium was on the one hand the massive invasion of Western culture, which made the Chinese nation, which was already suffering from war, worse. In the turbulent times, the Chinese land was in full swing and the people were caught in a deep water and experienced a new culture. After the baptism of the movement, Mr. resolutely chose the pure and beautiful land of Xiangxi. These gentle and straightforward people whispered the sorrow of the whole nation in a poetic language and summoned the conscience of the nature of our descendants. Deep love only gave birth to these words with grief.
I always think, named as the border town, in the heart of the gentleman is so “distant”? Still guarding what is in the depths of Mr.? In fact, we do not have a “frontier city” in the depths of each of us? Perhaps the sorrowful and sorrowful city of Mr. has sunk into the thick background with the torrent of history, leaving us with a reflection on life and society.
Looking for my border town, looking for the peace of my heart, I think I will have a border town.
