New Youth, Post 00s Literature, Warmth and Softness under the Halo Prose .

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-01-31

Author: Fang Haiming.

Editor in charge: Xie Wanfei.

WeChat editor: Wang Xinyuan.

In my mind, there was no such thing as halos. I only know that I have always liked to follow the morning light of the sunrise and the smoke of the sunset, and every time there is light and shadow falling, I simply touch the warmth.

High school always has a golden phrase: "Stay close to the light, radiate the light, and become the light." Maybe it has something to do with this sentence, which makes me always have a soft spot for all things about light and shadow. The habit of frequently using a digital camera to record the sunset clouds in high school has been preserved to the present, and the spot that used to appear frequently has successfully become a landmark of the past, a node and a symbol.

Stepping into the university, the abundant greenery gives the light and shadow more opportunities to take advantage of, and it has become the norm to sneak through the gaps in the green leaves, and I am often happy because of this vividness. Resorting to all kinds of things, the horizon after the end of the military training career is no longer only monotonous sunshine, accompanied by the sprinkling of golden shadows, which has turned into the tail of the setting sun. The trail is mostly surrounded by tall trees, and light and shadow fall from the sky, trying to drill through the gaps in all the treetops, and then converge together, forming a group of light spots and silhouettes on the ground. The floating dust in the air makes the beam of light instantly visible, like a hazy smoke, like a faint fog, and a kind of overflowing joy arises spontaneously. A little halo smudges the quiet beauty of life, as well as the dark shadows around you, surging together, jumping together, and a variety of colors build the romance of the halo.

Why do I love the halo so much so consciously?What fascinates me is the vividness of the university campus, the warmth that actively radiates, the hope that is slowly approaching, the abundance that is quietly filled, and the peace that is not shocked. Under the halo, how can there be a lonely existence?There are swans floating peacefully in the Mei Lake, and the halo will not be lonely;There are busy cake shops on the commercial street, and the halo will not be lonely;Students who are concentrating on preparing for the exam in the corridor outside the teaching building will not be lonely. I would like to say that it is precisely by perceiving the existence of life with my heart and grasping the pulse of human feelings that the halo is not just a natural scenery of solo dance, but a vivid and lively scene.

What I am more attached to is the story that happened under the halo. It was a busy day, and I was able to wander aimlessly, and it was not difficult to see that it should be a sunny and good weather. After noon, the residual heat had not dissipated, and after walking for a short time, my back was a little sweaty, so I looked at the shade of the trees in front of me and walked slowly over. After resting in the shade for a while, my grandfather, who used to sweep the leaves downstairs, came over, put the broom on the other side of the road, rolled up his sleeves, leaned on the trunk of the tree for a while, and then sat down on the stone steps. I'm not good at opening up conversations with strangers, and I don't have the idea of chatting with my grandfather. "Lad, come and chill out!"This is the first time I have been in such close contact with the accent of the older generation in Henan, which is very rich and has a subdued and frustrated taste. I was stunned for a moment and replied, "Ah yes, grandpa, you have worked hard to clean!".Grandpa did not reply immediately, but picked up a fallen leaf under the tree, small but still visible on the top of the leaf, and he told me that although the leaf fell in autumn and withered a lot, the texture was like the expression of their face, very vibrant and energetic. He was old enough to rest at home, but when he couldn't relax, he took on the job of cleaning the fallen leaves, which also allowed him to always surround himself with the leaves. I slowly understood that under the halo was born a story of eloquence, and it was the halo that constituted this romance together.

I followed the peace of meditation, but fortunately I touched the sun, indulged in light and shadow, and embraced the halo. I am pacing on the huge campus of Zhengzhou University, savoring the warmth and softness under the halo, time can be slowed down, so that I don't have to deliberately slow down, I don't have to try to catch up with the sunset.

The halo is shining, but fortunately, I am also in my youth.

Review: Yang Yue.

Reviewer: Zhou Wei.

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