The first time I read Li Juan's book, I fell in love with her. I like her ability to taste sweet enthusiasm from bitterness, I like her sad and playful words, and I like her interesting soul even more. So, I borrowed this collection of essays.
This book is a collection of her essays from 2001 to 2012. The words are of course as affectionate as ever, as passionate as ever, as lonely as ever, and as powerful as ever.
As I read and read, there was a vast desert, a vast pasture, a scattered felt house for herdsmen, a flock of sheep everywhere, a heavy snow flying in the sky, a sheep intestine path, a man carrying snow on his back, a Kassi busy making naan, a beautiful Suhura in the prosperous world, a river washing clothes, a grandmother who slept during the day and a rustle at night, a snow rabbit who almost starved to death in a dark hole, a sheepdog banban, a wisp of cooking smoke in the cold and freezing, Li Juan who hurriedly pinched the dough, and Li Juan who wrapped herself in a dumpling, Li Juan, who wandered around picking up stones and looking at graves, appeared, and Li Juan, who was lonely and lonely, appeared ......
The more I read, the more I feel that Sanmao's words emerge, they are all in beautiful places, they are all beautiful people, telling beautiful stories, they are all emotional, they are all sad, but they are all sunshine. The difference is that Sanmao is the previous generation, and Li Juan is the same generation;Sanmao recorded overseas encounters, and Li Juan told about Xinjiang customs.
So I felt that Li Juan was very close.
Li Juan appealed to the people and things in her writing, showing us the beauty of Xinjiang, the coldness of Xinjiang, the snow of Xinjiang, the life of the herdsmen who are never stable, and the interesting stories of life in the midst of suffering. The harshness and poverty of the natural environment reminds me of my childhood.
Henan's climate has four distinct seasons. When I was a child, I felt that the winter was too cold and too difficult, and every year I froze my hands and feet with sores and cracks, and the cracks exposed red flesh, and I was too lazy to wash my hands and face, and I was afraid of my hands and feetAt that time, my greatest wish was to escape the cold.
But Li Juan is very far away, and she can't catch up.
From 2001 to 2012, she has written so many words, expressed so many feelings, embraced nature so hard, recorded life so seriously, and acted as a watchman of the times. And what was I doing at the time?is busy adapting to society, busy earning food, busy being confused, busy with vanity, busy with blind obedience, busy with superficial troubles, busy with making the soul barren.
There is a spark in the simplicity of her words, her experience of life is so profound, so moving, and the vast world gives her boundless tenacity. And I, huddled in a square inch of lattice, my vision and heart imprisoned in the four walls of reinforced concrete.
This essay, writing about people, things, animals, landscapes, and life, is very rich, interesting, and charming.
The part that wrote about candy paper reminded me of that childhood of collecting candy paper, the part about the scruffy Sala Guli and her dirty brother reminded me of my childhood neighbors, and the part about the beautiful Suhura reminded me of my childhood classmate ......And her emotion even said what I couldn't express.
That's why I like her, because I can empathize.