Writer Zhang Jie said: Those memories of childhood are often full of bitterness, and what is nostalgic is the single and innocent state of mind. Undoubtedly, the prose "Night Return" written by writer Wu Yongsheng is a nostalgic poem, a music that composes the bitter and sad feelings of the past in childhood.
The author uses simple and natural language to highlight the inner vitality of "the boy" in every move, with an evocative feeling. This prose runs through the whole text with light and dark clues, and its structure is compact and distinctive. The layers of the whole text are in the order of time and space, which makes the whole article step by step, layer by layer, like the tide of the trend, very natural. And my emotions are the link that runs through the layers of the text. This makes the whole article compact and charming, which is very moving.
Turning a small passenger ship into a big turtle can be described as ingenuity, which is based on the vision of childhood, with a few words and ups and downs, a few thick strokes and full of charm. It cleverly contrasts the eagerness of "that young man" to return to his heart. It is full of lingering bitterness and pathos, which naturally corresponds to the "anger" in my heart.
Speaking of "anger", it is impossible not to mention the word "again". "That night, in the dim light of the mast, my parents were muttering about me. "There is no substitute for a thousand words. It is precisely with this word "again" that "my father frowned and seemed to be preoccupied" has depth and strength;It is precisely with this word "again" that people can feel how many sleepless nights there are under the dim mast light, and how many hardships, vicissitudes and helplessness of life are hidden between the locked eyebrows. thus paved the way home for the "young man" to embark on the road home alone.
When he finally got off the boat, "the boy" hurriedly urinated, took out the chaff from his pocket, and devoured it. This is the starting point of seeing the big from the small. It can be said that the author has given a deep topic, if you don't start with the vision of childhood, and look back at the innocence and bitterness of childhood with the cloudy eyes of adults, is it pure sadness, or is it a calm reflection?Is it a disdainful mockery, or a sincere call?Words are inexhaustible.
If the "dim mast light" is glowing with a pale yellow warm color, which is the warmth and concern of home, then when you come here, it is all the cold color of the ice and Xiao [the surrounding is dark, and the gravel road still presents a hazy white, and the swaying ghost fire], baking the clouds and supporting the moon, setting off the loneliness, helplessness and fear of "the boy". However, at this time, the clever author cherishes ink like gold, and skillfully turns his pen to outline the complex mental journey of "that young man" with more words: it is difficult to choose the way home. Let the image of "that boy" come out and be lifelike - he is small, he is really afraid of dogs, and he is not afraid of being with his grandfather, because of his grandfather's broken back - good brushwork!Winding paths!The greatness of family affection and father's love are praised with a song pen, which can be described as a wonderful pen!
The sound of chickens is in the month of Maodian, and the track of Banqiao frost. When the white-haired old grandmother is like a bean, can you not shed tears?Because a lamp like a bean and a twilight smoke are always the image of home, just like the wind chimes in front of the window under the moon......
The conclusion seems to be a failure, but it is actually a literary eye, and it is the finishing touch. "In the blink of an eye, thirty-six years have passed", borrowing the poems of ***, the old is new, leading the reader to a long and open space.
P.S. Night return.
In late August, the autumn season, which is the season when the northeast wind blows, is the season when the northeast wind blows, but God blows the southwest wind unconventionally. Our group of sailing bays on the water are at the mouth of the Yijiang River, and they can't move. "That night, in the dim light of the mast, my parents were muttering about me. The father said, "I can't wait any longer, school starts on September 2, let him take the small wheel back." The mother said, "I am always worried about letting him go alone when he is so young." "But what if the wind turns around......The father frowned, looking preoccupied. I know my father has a point, you can't give up the downwind on a sailboat, and even an hour's delay may affect a voyage. I understand my father's unexplained "more": I can't bear the money he gave me for the round-trip ticket. In those years, money was tight, and it was worth it!I was angry at my father's stinginess or indifference to me
Anger can also produce heroes. That year, I was only 10 years old and in the second grade.
The ten-year-old boy finally mustered up the courage to board the small passenger ferry home alone. Small passenger liners are coal-burned. Black smoke rose from the chimney, sometimes white, and there were bursts of snorting and panting. It was too small to carry many passengers, so it also helped tow a passenger barge, plus the wind and current, like a big crawling turtle. A whole day. The young man hid in the "turtle shell" and did not dare to move, he was afraid that once he left his seat, others would grab his seat, and he was afraid that when he walked, he would be squeezed out of the "turtle shell" by careless people and fall into the river......What he thought was: don't fall asleep and forget to get off the boat. Besides, he had nothing to fear, and he didn't feel hungry, so he sat like a puppet.
At about 10 o'clock in the evening, the small passenger ferry finally docked at the Guiba Wharf in his hometown. The teenager vigilantly grabbed his bag and bag and poured out of the hatch of the ship and out of the ticket gate. At this time, he suddenly felt a sense of relief, and the urine that he had held for more than a day seemed to be about to take ...... out of the doorHe didn't bother to wash his hands, in fact, he couldn't wait, hunger forced him to take out the bran rake from his pocket and gobble it up. He felt that the bran flour was sweet and salty, so delicious, 10,000 times better than usual!
It was the end of the moonlit night, and it was dark all around, but under the starry sky, the gravel road still took on a hazy white. He didn't feel frightened at first, because there were companions who returned at night, but as the distance from home got closer and closer, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians, at last he was left alone, a ten-year-old schoolboy walking alone in the night. He clearly remembered that there were two roads to go home from here, one was the polder road leading to Tanggou Town, and the other was the straight polder road. There are many people walking on the polder, and many people can be courageous, but there are also many dogs, and the dogs all bite people. A year ago, he accompanied his grandfather to his father's brigade headquarters, and encountered barking dogs on the road. Grandfather said that if you encounter a dog, you can't run, and if you run, it will bite. That time, he was very down-to-earth, because it was daytime, and because his grandfather "broke off". What are you afraid of?But now. He's really afraid of dogs. He had been bitten by a dog on the calf, and blood came out, and his grandmother used chopsticks dipped in pig food and water to scrape hard, saying that it could eliminate madness and poisonous ......He burst into tears. He couldn't walk the polder road, he made up his mind in his heart. However, the thought of walking the road to the heart of the heart has to pass through a cemetery. There is also the terrifying Wu Gong Bridge, which is said to be a haunted place;He had also seen with his own eyes that there was a ghost fire shaking over the Wugang Bridge in the dark night. Just thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel numb on my scalp for a while, and my legs couldn't move as if they were injected with lead. Which way to go?
He seems to be faced with an existential decision. At this inextricable moment, my grandfather's words suddenly sounded in my ears: People are afraid of ghosts. Ghosts are more afraid of people. Don't look back when you walk at night. Don't look around, keep your head up and your chest high, and use your yang energy ......
It seems to be a Jedi life, and the boy weighs the pros and cons: he is small, and he can't fight a dog;Having a dog is inevitable and unavoidable;Ghosts, on the other hand, may not be ......When he really met him on the bridge, he shouted a few times, hoping that his grandfather and grandmother could hear him. He clearly remembered that the bridge was made of three granite stones, and there were no railings on either side. It is the only way for him to go to school, and it is very close to home......
That night, I remembered my grandfather's teachings and ran home almost trotting home from the polder path without looking back. When I knocked on the door, the rooster crowed all over the place. When my kind grandmother lit a soybean oil lamp and opened the door, I couldn't control my feelings anymore.
threw himself into her arms and cried, crying very sadly. I remember my grandmother scolding my father right away, probably because he was too bold to ask such a young person to cross the river and come back alone. My grandfather, who slept under the mosquito net of Shabu, was a little ignorant. He said that it is good to be bold, and that boldness will ...... be productive in the futureIs this me, or my father?
In the blink of an eye, 36 years have passed. I feel that I can have some resilience and enlightenment today, and it has nothing to do with the forced night return. (ENDS).
Shanghai netizen Teacher Liu's comment: Looking back at it, I found that the first football game of the soul was so exciting.
Lin Yuyan's profile: Lin Yuyan's online name is Hanmei Boiled Wine, Sighing Falling Flowers Without Traces, etc., she is a high school Chinese teacher and is good at literary criticism. She squeezed out time in the busy teaching affairs and wrote more than a dozen prose reviews for me, which caused a great response on Weibo. Later, I selected ten articles (including "Night Return") into the online anthology "Blurred Starry Sky", which was published by Singapore Huilian Press. "Night Return" was originally published by the supplement of "Anqing**" and included in the essay collection "The Tide Years" (published by China Federation of Literary and Art Circles Publishing House in 1999).
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