Chili.
The love of words. As the old saying goes, "useless is a scholar", and ten years ago, I thought so. I always have a lingering sense of guilt about my natural love of writing and being a literati. Now that I think about it, the formation of this kind of cowardly character is not unrelated to some old sayings and old books that have been passed down from generation to generation. After years of questioning, thinking and subverting, at least for more than a decade, I have untied some of the shackles of old ideas. At the same time, the magic of the text itself rose into the air, and I began to experiment with new text structures as never before. It turns out that from the moment the word was created, it was an atomic bomb containing great spiritual energy. If you practice martial arts hard, you may gain new feelings and expressions. In fact, text has never been just a tool for daily life, in daily life, you buy a bowl of hot dry noodles, scan a code, and as soon as the money is paid, people will hand you noodles, and you don't need a single text. At the heart of the word is love. This kind of love is the extreme need of everyone's soul to communicate deeply and to foam with each other. Words can be refreshed again and again, used in a variety of ways, reaching the tacit understanding of people's hearts, and even the ends of capillaries can be strengthened - this is the use. Nothing is used, immeasurable.
January 30, 2024.
Chi Li: Writer, member of the current presidium of the Chinese Writers Association, life trilogy "Troubled Life", "Don't Talk About Love", "The Sun is Born", the development of China's new realism genre**, the main works can be found in the nine volumes of "Chi Li's Classic Anthology", and his recent works include the long ** "Big Trees and Small Insects", the poetry collection "Chi Li's Poetry Collection 69", and the prose collection "Calmly Through the Hustle and Bustle".
One lake, one tree, one river beach.
Proper ignorance is a fence of happiness and a guarantee of emotional value.
For many years, whenever I came to East Lake, looked at the water, and boated on the lake, I just immersed myself in these three things. Then, the feeling of physical and mental well-being will come in a moment, obviously. Especially if you've ever read a Wordsworth poem, you're likely to have the following phrase come to mind:
A flower on the shore of the lake.
To him it was a yellow flower.
No more. Isn't it minimalist? Isn't it extremely pure? Is it possible to make you minimalist and pure when you are quietly facing the lake? If yes, then congratulations, this is a fortune in life, and it is hard to buy. This line of poetry by the British poet laureate has always been criticized by many literary critics as "the most insensitive verse" - but it is so famous, it just makes me recite it at my glance, it is like the smallest and lightest dragonfly, which can rotate and travel 360 degrees without dead ends, and the time of more than two hundred years is simply not a distance. The beauty of this axiom is so beautiful that I am so convinced that I will even shudder involuntarily, sweet trembling, and that is enough.
Sweet trembling, how many times can there be in life?
Maybe you don't have this line of poetry, maybe you don't know the poet. But if you read what I wrote here, you indirectly have a verse from the lakeside poet Wordsworth. Rich reading, appropriate ignorance, this is a knack for the preservation of emotional value, it works, so by the way. One of the biggest difficulties we have today is managing our emotions. And too many people think it's a matter of money, but it's not. If money and material things are taken as the criterion, happiness must be short-lived or zero. This is determined by the decaying nature of matter. But in today's reality, how many people still read literature? If you don't read it, you won't die. It's just that I can't help but say: a person should strive to stimulate his inner enthusiasm in the cold of winter, not just add clothes. The powerlessness of this suggestion makes me feel a little sad. Let's go back to the theme, the theme is East Lake and me.
In my place, the best of East Lake is none other than one big and two clear.
East Lake is only water in my eyes. I started when I was studying medicine, and I would spend almost every Sunday in the East Lake. In the following decades, there were meetings or activities every year, I would report to the East Lake Hotel or Cuiliu Village Hotel, and after the luggage was put down, people would not find me, then I must be by the lake, by the willows, by the lotus pond, it must be, there are no exceptions.
All I have in my eyes is water, which often makes me feel intoxicated: East Lake is a sea that can be seen as far as the eye can see. In the infinite stretch of your sight, the lake has become an artistic conception, a fairy tale, a story, a legend, it is Xue Xiangling of Qu Zixingyin and "Suolin Bag", and the sentence Xipi 26 is spoken: "The wind and rain outside the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, where the sad voice breaks the loneliness", soft and pleasant to the ear, it is almost to arouse the resonance and ripple of the clear waves of the East Lake. Also, you're going to be able to get out of the water, right?Playing in the water is fun. There should always be a lot of fun in life, right?East Lake is a wonderful place to go on a water raft. I seem to know which pebbles to pick up since I was a child, I will be more handy, more able to float, I can have a dozen rolls, even twenty or thirty rolls, which is enough to make people excited.
A few years ago, when the East Lake Greenway project was launched, I was commissioned to lead a group of literati and artists to survey the site and draft a copy of the naming text for the scenic rest point of the greenway. Every time I arrived at the construction site, as long as I entered the meeting procedure, as long as the conference table was full of leaders, commanders, engineers, etc., I would quietly flee the venue. The density of professional knowledge in all walks of life is too strong for me to learn, and I choose to maintain appropriate ignorance. I fled the venue, and I didn't go far, just outside the gate of the construction site headquarters, wandering around the lake, playing a few water rafting, watching people fishing, until the end of the meeting, I led the literati and artists along the lake to go on a cultural expedition.
However, I will speak. I will definitely speak. Just to say that I will look for the right time to make my remarks directly to the decision-makers. That is: no matter what kind of development is required for the above project, it should have one purpose: to not affect the water quality, water surface area and surrounding skyline of East Lake. Of course, of course, of course, I know that this is my self-inflicted affection for East Lake. How complex the reality is, how difficult the problem is, how many up and down aspects. Forgive me for not listening. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to know. Forgive me for being deliberately ignorant. I and the East Lake, can only be drunk today with wine, and with smoke and green on the lake today. I just watched the grasshopper boat on the lake from afar, and I couldn't carry a lot of worries.
At the same time, I prefer river beaches.
In fact, what I want to say is that I prefer the Yangtze River, and when the words come to my mouth, I can't get out of my mouth, my mouth is full of shyness, and I feel that I am not worthy of it, and I am not qualified to say such big things.
Because!Because the Yangtze River is not any river, it is our only big river, it is both history and reality, carrying the past and the present, it is a large blood vessel aorta. The main stream of the Yangtze River is more than 6,300 kilometers long, running through China from west to east, flowing into the East China Sea and flowing into the Pacific Ocean. Such a behemoth, hundreds of millions of years of existence, with my triviality, how dare I speak in vain except in awe?How can we achieve the five or six thousand Chinese characters that we have commonly used so far? Even those good sentences that have been handed down for thousands of years, such as "The lonely sail is far away and the blue sky is exhausted, only the Yangtze River skyline flows", "The great river east goes to the waves, and the characters of the eternal romance", etc., at best, they are still borrowed from the topic, and the foothold is still a personal expression. And our modern poetry is dwarfed by the fierceness, free-spiritedness and graceful appearance of ancient poetry, so I, a literati who can only recite a few sentences of modern poetry, face the Yangtze River, full of enthusiasm but overstretched, and open my tongue. So, I can only say that I prefer the river beach.
Because the river beach is the whole of the Yangtze River, it is absolutely inseparable, but it is a piece of land within my reach. Luckily, my workplace is not far from the riverbank, and after work, the beach is within walking distance of me. As a result, the river beach has become my daily life. Over time, I found that the river beach became my shelter. This kind of feeling can only be described appropriately by using the most popular truth, that is: comfortable.
However, when I say comfort, I am definitely not just a feeling or feeling, but the embodiment and proof of an axiom. I'm on the river beach, whether it's a short walk of 10 kilometers along the river, or just a sway in the woods; Whether it is following the Yangtze River, looking into the distance, thinking thousands of times, or imagining, or just being dumbfounded, thoughtless, and closing your eyes; Whether it's deep or shallow breathing; Whether it is immersing your hands and feet in the river or quietly listening to the waves - listening to the waves is exquisite: you must calm down and listen attentively - soothing the waves advancing layer by layer, rolling slowly, shaking vigorously and gently slapping the beach, that is the best white noise of nature, recorded, hypnotic at night, far better than sleeping pills; After the big boat, it is the angry waves, the momentum of thousands of troops, rushing in front of you, that power, that encouragement, in an instant let you be excited and boosted, although you are just sitting or standing on the bank of the river beach. Especially when you occasionally feel unwell, have a cold, have a stuffy nose, can't breathe, etc., and walk into the river beach in discomfort, as long as you wander for an hour, people will obviously be relieved a lot. On this note, I have tried and tested for many years.
There is also the proof of dandelions on the river beach: there is a remote and secluded grassy slope on the river beach, which will flourish every year to produce large patches of dandelions, and the first time with the amazement of the discovery, take out the mobile phone and pat it, it has been 11 years ago. I was even more surprised to find that in the batch of ** randomly photographed in the past ten years, dandelions have obvious changes: that is, their umbrella columns, growing taller and taller year by year. I couldn't figure it out. It wasn't until one day in recent years that I read a study by a European dandelion scientist in Global Science**, and I learned that the umbrella pillars of dandelions will indeed grow taller, which is their survival and reproduction skills, and the higher the degree of urbanization, the higher the dandelions, the higher their umbrella posts, so that the umbrellas carrying seeds can take off from a higher starting point and fly farther. The dandelion has a clear purpose, it just can't let its children and grandchildren die in the reinforced concrete of the city - humans let it - this is really just a speechless choke.
Dandelion and I, we are all creatures of nature, we are all made of soil, and we all need soil, soil for our lives! Real dirt! Instead of street bonsai, small gardens, basements covered with floating soil and planted with some shallow-rooted trees. Like all seeds, we creatures can only obtain life energy if we are down-to-earth. This is what we often call vitality in colloquial language. Born and raised, it is an axiom.
Thank God! Thanks to the majestic majesty of the Yangtze River, including the temper of the summer floods, and its direct threat to the safety of human life, it has effectively preserved the solid soil of the river beach, and it is the solid soil of the earth for hundreds of millions of years.
Once I was walking on a river beach and found someone cutting down a tree, and the bird's nest for many years overturned in an instant. I was impulsive enough to stop it, but they were just migrant workers. The migrant workers didn't pay any attention to me, and only knew that the foreman would cut down when he told me, and cut down trees to get money. Coincidentally, I had a meeting in Beijing the next day, as soon as I arrived, I met the parents of the city, as a citizen of the city, I knew 12345, something to find **, so immediately complained that the river beach was cutting down trees! When my parents heard this, they were also anxious, saying that I had only been on a business trip for a few days, and they dared to cut down my big tree?! Accept it on the spot, work on the spot, pick it up, call the relevant functional departments, and open your mouth to be held accountable, saying that you can't cut down my big tree for any reason, and say that you will take a hat if you cut it again! Not to mention, I and the big trees on the river beach are lucky, and our Wuhan parents are really responsible and dare to act. The big trees on the river beach can "keep people under the knife". The bird's nest of the big-flowered magpies is still built on the thick branches, the traffic passes through the second bridge of the Yangtze River, and the bird's nest of the big trees is dotted on both sides of the bridge, full of vitality, look at the feng shui of this scene, it is really prosperous Wuhan.
In early summer, when I learned about the excavation, I would often wander on the river beach until late at night, just to protect a few stout orange trees. Because they have a small lawn around their roots, unlike many other trees, whose roots are covered with concrete and have no grass - sorry I have to nag my own deliberate ignorance again. I didn't want to learn about urban management at all, so why was it the best way to close the big trees in the square on the road like this? All I knew was that the miraculous wisdom of knowing was revealing to me: they would emerge in flocks from under these stout orange trees, and they would molt beautifully before dawn, usually in the quietest hours of the night. I don't know if these are five-year cicadas or seven-year cicadas? I don't know that they have not seen the light of day in the deep soil for a few years, how do I know that **is the land** is cement? Are there countless other things that will drill in the wrong place and suffocate to death with cement? My guardian is not to let people eat it. But there are always people, in the middle of the night, with flashlights, sneaking around, wandering the river beach, looking for the immature Zhizhi. These have just molted their shells, they are so delicate and powerless, as long as a strong light of the flashlight hits, they immediately lose their footing, and fall to the ground vertically with a pop, people hurry to pick it up, it is said that this is delicious game and it is also a great supplement. Over the years, in order to get to know, I have had many conflicts with others, and quarrels are inevitable. Most of the security guards on the river beach are off work, and a few security guards are on duty to patrol the night, and they are all electric vehicles on the main roads and squares, and they will not come to the woods, let alone care who is knowing. Even if there are security guards who occasionally see it, they generally turn a blind eye and are indifferent, and people seem to think that it is not a problem to know about it. So I trained my own assistants. Sometimes if I need it, there are a few cleaners on the beach who will come and help me. The cleaner of the public toilet on the river beach will run over when he shouts. They were all poor migrant workers from the countryside, and they also became my friends. I often meet them on the beach, and they always nod and say hello to each other, and they always give me a great sense of security.
Etcetera. It's a little bit of triviality. I'm annoying, and I'm too much to read. I can't help it, I really like the river beach too much. The Yangtze River beach, which has been cultivated for hundreds of millions of years, this fertile soil can only be a gift from God, and it is my three lives of luck.
The beauty of the river beach is countless. If I had to count one thing, it would be the Great Forest. A forest that is not a primeval forest, it is a forest in the center of a big city. The river beaches on both sides of the Yangtze River, with a total length of more than 100 kilometers, are rich in patches of forests, especially in winter when the haze covers the sky and the sun and it is difficult to breathe. If I want to choose a kind of tree, as a representative work of river beach forests and trees and flowers, I choose camphor trees.
The camphor tree is very common and universal, and is the most common tree species in the Yangtze River Basin. There is an old camphor tree in Suzhou Nanyuan Hotel, with a bewitching posture, and I have paid out of my own pocket several times to stay just to see this camphor tree. Recently, I went to Wuzhen, Zhejiang, to have a meeting during the day and jog along the road at night to look for camphor trees. Wuzhen camphor trees are all over the place, the branches are euphemistic, and they are also quite beautiful. For decades, from Chongqing to Shanghai, I have paid special attention to the camphor trees in cities along the river. In this way, after repeated comparisons, I preferred the camphor trees on the river beach and extended to the whole city of Wuhan: because of what? Because of the breath! Because the Wuhan camphor tree is extraordinarily fragrant - an otherworldly fragrance and a fragrance that stands out from the crowd.
The camphor trees on the river beach are extraordinarily fragrant. If you approach the big tree, touch the trunk, smell carefully, the aroma seems to hold your breath again, and when you walk away a few steps, the fragrance is followed and impregnated, as if the breath of this thing can also be alive, enough to make people feel lovely. Pick a leaf, crush it with your fingers, and the aroma will be laid out for you. Autumn and winter begin to bear seeds until the spring, the long days are not boring and not lonely, the camphor tree has a small black round fruit, hanging all over the branches, inadvertently ticking, ticking, rolling down before the foot, the shoes step on, and then a camphor wood fragrance rises. The gray magpie loves to eat this small round fruit, and then pulls out the black kernel, and the ground rolls everywhere, pedestrians come and go, and the ground has a natural splash of ink painting, and it is a fragrant painting. This interest is mainly provided by the camphor tree on the river beach. The camphor seeds or camphor leaves on the street, as well as the sycamore leaves, and all the autumn leaves, as soon as they landed, they were swept away by the cleaners in a hurry, and it is said that if they do not sweep, they will deduct money - this urban management knowledge point, I am also deliberately ignorant. I don't want to understand the logic here. It's good if I have a river beach, and it's good if I have a camphor tree on the river beach.
In addition, about the condition of the camphor tree. The river beach and the camphor tree in Wuhan are most likely considered by experts to be ordinary. However, in my opinion, the tall and stout camphor tree is still more beautiful than the strong and upright tree shape, which is the lover's eyes.
One person, one donkey, one Yangtze River.
As the descendants of thousands of years of agrarian society, idyllic is a dream implanted in the genes of life. Once upon a time, I was tormented by the aesthetics of a big city, and the lack of reinforced concrete grass made my literary eye feel desperate. When I was 17 years old, I went to the countryside and worked as an educated youth for nearly two years. At dusk that day, when I stepped into the small village, I was immediately intoxicated by the fields in the twilight, the smoke of the cooking, and the old cow who returned late, and I couldn't wait to unfold the pen and paper that night, and write until the diesel lamp blackened my nostrils, and I felt that my ambition to become a writer finally had a little hope.
It is necessary to be young and hard-working. Peasant life allowed me to compare the two types of life in urban and rural areas, so I found that I was better suited to the city. When I returned to the simple and crude steel and concrete buildings, I was able to impress the city. Big cities have the beauty of big cities. Big cities are home to millions of people, and people themselves have become landscapes, both aesthetic and ugly. The landscape is ever-changing, complex, subtle, multi-dimensional, and full of literary qualities. The so-called literary quality is that those indescribable landscapes can only be embodied by literary textures. I began to have the perception that the natural scenery is the literary fireworks of the countryside, and the literary fireworks are the natural scenery of the city.
This early winter, I participated in the Wuhan Literary Season and was kindly arranged by everyone as a theme writer. The host Fu Xiaoping asked a few questions in a row, which directly hit the little soul of the writer, that is, Chi Li and the city of Wuhan, and the three writers Zhang Li, Yue Wen, and He Ping, commented on my works. Suddenly, I was empowered: I had a very clear confirmation of my regional background and identity as a writer in Wuhan and as a writer of urban literature. For many years, I was confused. This is because, in the previous years of writing, the chemical nature of my writing is not stable, very jumpy, all based on interest, letter to the horse, not only to write about Wuhan, but also to write about the Jianghan Plain, but also to write about the history of the first people, but also to write about the infamous days of the educated youth and the countryside, but also to write about the ** emotions, and so on. Wuhan is so big, with two rivers and four banks in the center of the city, and hundreds of rivers, lakes and ports, I never dared to think that I could hold it in the face of this geographically large city. So, in the early years, I had foolishly hoped that my hometown was only the size of a postage stamp, or just Proust's Villebon Castle, or just a poor village with red sorghum fields for my grandparents to get into—that would be more literary, wouldn't it? Those literary paradigms are more acceptable to this audience, aren't they? Then in the blink of an eye, to today. Today, while the giant screen of lights and lasers in this hall is shining brightly, the witty words of literary teachers and friends from all over the country are frequently shining in my heart, which is my historical moment as a writer, and history makes me clear: I am not even a 100% Wuhan writer, I am simply a 25% Wuhan writer.
Two hundred and five, very good, that's me. A person who is always an afterthought, a person who always makes a mistake and then makes a new mistake because of the correction of the mistake – this is my way of writing. Today, I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude to my literary mentor for positioning me and frankly admit that yes, I love the city, and I prefer Greater Wuhan. In Wuhan, a person can be like a drop of water in the Yangtze River, able to play waves in the streets and alleys anytime, anywhere, at will; You can hang your child, stride high, and go alone. Big city people don't care if others care about themselves, don't care if they have to get to know each other, oh my God, what a lucky thing this is, what a kind of freedom that deserves personal gratitude—freedom is always beautiful. This is the pattern of big cities. Big cities always provide me with more imaginative relationships and writing horizons. And Wuhan people also have a special willfulness, which provides a more interesting story factor for the city.
Special willfulness, popularly known as a tendon, two hundred and five, Wuhan dialect is called to talk about appetite, poetry is called "Yaxing suddenly comes to the poem to drink, pride goes to the sword to give people", "life is not satisfactory in the world, the Ming Dynasty spreads a flat boat", "coarse cloth wrapped in life, there is poetry and books in the belly", the last half sentence is of course a bit narcissistic.
Give an example of what "talking about appetite" is: In this literary theme dialogue, I borrowed a plot from my ** "To the Endless Years" to briefly describe the story of "one man, one donkey and one Yangtze River". In order to cross the river to see his newborn child, a man was in a hurry to go to a nearby vegetable farmer at a meeting of the provincial party committee, rented a donkey, and rode a donkey through Wuchang Street, which was the location of the luxurious Chu Wangfu in history. When they arrived at the Yangtze River, they braved the world's condemnation and forced people and donkeys to get on the boat together. The ferry crossed the river to Hankou, and then rode a donkey through the ten-mile foreign field in the Hankou concession, and the traffic police blew their whistles at him desperately, but the people turned a deaf ear to him. This plot is enough to have a story. In fact, the prototype of this storyline is even more fierce. It's my classmate Lu Youlai's father's life experience. Father Lu did not ride a horse or a donkey, but jumped into the Yangtze River and crossed from Wuchang to Hankou. That day, Lu's father got an urgent message from his wife about dystocia and hemorrhage, and ran to the bridgehead of the Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge in one go, asking the bridge guard to let him run across the bridge. At that time, the bridge was not yet open to traffic, and all vehicles and pedestrians were strictly prohibited. Under the circumstance that the sentinels were never accommodating, Father Lu shouted, "Lao Tzu has to cross the river today!" Then he rushed to the river like an arrow and jumped into the Yangtze River. There was a rolling torrent of the Yangtze River in front, and a sentry fired a warning gun in the back, Lu's father fought hard, moved forward bravely, successfully crossed the Yangtze River, rushed home, and heroically declared: "I'm back!" My classmate Lu Youlai came out in response, drilled out of his mother's womb in one fell swoop, and cried loudly, offering his father's warmest tribute, which is why Lu Youlai is called Lu Youlai. It was the summer water season, the river was vast, Dad Lu should have swam at least 5 kilometers, it only took about 40 minutes, the absolute master of swimming, definitely a crossing, Wuhan Dad is famous, indispensable. Of course, the consequences are also more serious, Lu's father has been administratively punished, and his personal file has carried this stain for the rest of his life, and all kinds of treatment cannot be improved. Later, there was a great opportunity for Lu's father to make meritorious service to atone for his crimes, that is, to accompany and protect a big man across the Yangtze River. The parties concerned have repeatedly stressed that this is an incomparably great, glorious, and arduous task. Dad Lu actually asked two questions about this top-secret mission, one asked: Who to accompany? Second question: Do you want to eliminate the stain on the file first? This, this, this! Is this a question that an average engineer at a shipyard can ask? Absolutely not! Lu's father flatly refused, saying that he "didn't want to play crossings in his life". Lu Youlai's mother's evaluation of her husband was: "Pure two hundred and five! This is the appetite of Wuhan people - no fighting, no shouting, no hurting others, only taking a fierce oath and sticking to the oath without regret - this oath is often so fierce that ordinary people cannot reach. This is the human story. This is the city**. Obviously, this is quite contradictory to the realistic rationality and secular sleekness of society, but it also makes reinforced concrete interesting.
I often lean lazily on the building, overlooking the Yangtze River, sipping tea, and wondering: what I give to this city is my unambitious loyalty, my ignorant and arrogant youth, and my anxious and irritable middle-aged, but this city has given me too much. In recent years, even the laser lantern show has been widely arranged in the high-rise apartment where my house is located, and the exterior wall of my house is very luxurious. Whenever night falls, the lights on both sides of the Yangtze River are displayed, but I am still intoxicated by the lonely moon over the Yangtze River. Moon, just the moon; Lonely, it is literature; The sky above the Yangtze River is the literary field I customized for Guyue. This is also a unique literary field in the central urban area of Wuhan. When the earth ruthlessly rotates the most luxurious and brilliant urban artificial scenery into the middle of the night, suddenly, the sky and the lonely moon are cold and beautiful, the high-rise buildings are black and charming, the river is deep, and the universe slowly opens. At this point, I finally understood that the square word itself is my city. Every square word is my bricks and tiles, and it is my Rubik's Cube, and before I know it, I have blended into it and enjoyed it. Let the words nourish or destroy, and nothing else matters. My writing, in this era, I prefer to call it: moving bricks.
At the same time, I also understood that I was born to belong to the kind of person who would die if he didn't move bricks.
Finally, I would like to say: I, with my wishful thinking, offer my refuge. I, with my own amorous preference, dote on my dwelling. I pray that the stillness and faithfulness that I have gained after many years of cultivation will continue to be attained. This is because I have a high sense of trust and recognition with Einstein's quote, he said: "Everyone who seriously delves into science will believe that certain spiritual forces clearly exist in the laws of the universe, and are much superior to human forces." "I desire to seek greater wisdom to place my often restless body and mind, both inside and outside of brick-lifting.
Editor: Wang Rongfei].
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