Listening to the title of the book, you can feel the mixed flavors of life. It is a collection of essays written by contemporary writer Chen Nianxi. It is another painstaking work after "Dust", which is a book of suffering and a book of warmth.
The first time I read his "Dust", I was deeply moved by his words. His words always give people a sense of hope, a sense of strength. Even if you and I are a speck of dust in this world, our life can not only shine, but also make it bloom in the midst of suffering.
As a mine blaster, Chen Nianxi has created hundreds of poems and essays, and his commentaries have been scattered in "Poetry Magazine", "Tianya", "Prose" and other magazines. He did not give up studying because of his identity, nor did he compromise with life because of his identity, he wrote life with true feelings and used words to step out of a broad road.
Chen Nianxi said: If someone asks me why I write, I don't have an answer. It's like walking down the road and suddenly laughing;Or in the dead of night, you will suddenly wrap your head in a quilt and burst into tears. It was as if writing was a natural and natural thing for him, without any reason.
When a person sinks down to read and write, he will be able to taste the sweetness that others cannot perceive, and he will be able to feel happiness and joy that others cannot feel. It is precisely in this way that he will not be drowned in the sea of people by suffering, and he can use the spiritual world of abundance to resist the real world of poverty.
The book contains a total of 47 non-fiction essays written by Chen Nianxi. From his life in the mines and the life of wandering in the city, you will find that everyone will have a real life that he has to face, and you will also find that ordinary people can also have an extraordinary life.
When he looked back at his hometown and returned to himself before the miners, the hardships of his childhood and the warmth between his family were so touching. The scenes of life and death parting, those heart-warming moments, outlined the footprints of his fate in the long distance.
When she didn't have a meal ticket for school and could only nibble on a little steamed bun, she secretly left a meal ticket for "me" without leaving her name, which warmed her cold heart. This kind of friendship can be remembered for a lifetime.
From his father, he understood the mutilated and rich life of the previous generation, shouldered the needs of the people's livelihood on his shoulders, and passed the transmission of material and life through an era with a flat shoulder.
From his mother, he saw that at the last moment of illness, his mother faced life optimistically - planting melons in spring, replenishing beans in autumn, and picking up stacks of firewood at the root of the wall. Whether it is illness or suffering, it has become a part of life, accept it, carry it, and continue to move forward.
When you see these things, you will find that you have really a lot, and you are really happy. It allows those who are struggling to persevere in despair to find the motivation to move forward and find the light of hope.
Whether a person is humble or noble, whether life is heavy or light, can only be understood after oneself has experienced it. No matter what kind of difficulties they encounter, even if they struggle in the storm of fate, they still maintain their enthusiasm for life and strive to forge a solid path in the wilderness of the world.
As the author wishes to all: "A land of frost white, may the frost surpass itself, may the frost be as bright as a flower, and shine through those who are in a hurry." ”