The vast majority of people have suffered from the harm of their original family, some people will always be in harm, some people will avoid harm to the greatest extent, and only a few people can get **.
Almost all of us are the first or second type, often feeling pain when triggered, and the only way to escape is to find a way to escape.
Even though we knew it wouldn't work, it was the only respite from our injuries.
Recently, I came across a book called "Zhen 弆" (弆 "pronounced the same as "lift") which means treasure, a collection of essays full of original family hurts, full of escape, helplessness, pain and compromise.
The protagonist of each article has unspeakable pain, and even if there is happiness, it is only a brief respite.
This book gave me two feelings: one is that she is very literate, and the poems she writes are simple and easy to understand, and beautiful and delicate.
The second is that her essay looks like a show, an article could have been told directly, but she has to use countless idioms to pile up, which makes people feel a little powerless at the same time.
Her words are changing all the time, and all of a sudden she feels that it is not good, and all of a sudden she feels that her writing is beautiful.
The whole article is in a more depressing tone, more caused by the misfortune of the original family, and she presents the sadness of the past in this way.
The author of Zhen Bi is Hu Gang, a test architect, a master's degree in computer science from the University of Pennsylvania, born in Beijing, and now lives in the United States.
He is also the director and secretary general of the North American Chinese Writers Association, and a columnist for International Students magazine.
He is the author of a collection of essays "Boundary" and a collection of children's cartoons "Quotations from Steel Balls", and has won many awards such as the Château Duino International Poetry Award, the Hong Kong Youth Literature Award, and the Liang Shiqiu Literary Award.
His paintings have also been selected for many international exhibitions.
In the collection of essays, the author said that she is a person who likes painting and literature very much, and it is literature and painting that have given her a certain window of trauma.
Each of her stories is a memory and growth, and she has been constantly changing in the dark times of the past, whether it is life or emotion, she has formed her own cognition.
I like her poems more than prose.
The pessimistic tone of her essay is so depressing that it feels depressing, but it may resonate differently with people who have the same hurt.
In the case of one of them, "Still Water Flows Deep", it is about a girl who meets a foreign boy who feels good, and that person wants her to go to the boy's country with her, learn his language, and cook their local food.
But the girl never promised the guy to be her girlfriend from beginning to end, and she presented herself in a state where she needed a breather.
But everything the boy tells is tantamount to pushing himself into another depressing space, so the girl never agrees to the other party's confession, a very sober girl.
So the problem is manifested, a girl meets a boy she likes, and the two are in love, but she is sensible**.
It shows that she is sensitive and has been in a relatively depressed environment, which leads to her emotions for any words and deeds to be rational first.
What's ridiculous, this girl has become the cinnabar mole and white moonlight of the boy's life, and human nature is really ridiculous.
So let's take a look at the author's poem, I'll take a screenshot of a passage from the book for everyone to see for themselves:
In order to survive, I plunged into the water, hollowed out my lungs, chopped off my hands and feet, exchanged my singing and dancing skills for gills and fins, and then learned to breathe like a fish, and the rain of arrows flew from the waves, penetrating my image, but not touching my body, because I had learned from my sadness to bury my true heart in deeper and colder water.
There are three chapters in the book, and she wrote four poems, each of which is beautiful and unwilling.