Text |Liu Benchu.
The heart song brightens the hometown sky, and the poetry softly sings the Shamao Mountain. Thousands of songs are sung, and the melodious sound is cirling with smoke.
The book "Heart Song Cappella" was published by the Writers Publishing House in February 2007, and it has been 16 years. The pages are already yellowing, and the meaning seems to be fading. However, the literary dream contained in the book is constantly dreaming, long-lasting, and full of a feeling of gratitude, entangled with the soul, endless.
The book is composed of five small series of articles, including "Homeland Attachment", "Family Call", "Landscape Embrace", "Taste of Life", and "Silhouette of the World", which tightly weave a literary dream and gratitude into the arms.
The hometown is a small village, ancient and primitive. Behind the village is a continuous mountain, with verdant forests and churning green waves, like a turbulent river, fluctuating blue sky, and waves in the distance. In the meantime, the most conspicuous mountain peak resembles the gauze hat worn by the civil and military officials of the court in the past, so the wise ancestors named the village Shamaoshan Village. There is a flat land in front of the village, the fertile land is fertile, and there is a small stream flowing in the meantime, which is even more enchanting mountain cement soil, forest and grass. Later generations renamed Shamaoshan Village as Shamaoping Village. The beautiful mountains and green waters, the rugged mountain roads, the cliffs of the streams and bridges, and the sound of springs and birds constitute the landscape paintings like Tang and Song poems.
The soil of my hometown has deeply rooted the love roots of my life, the call of family affection, and the burning highlight of the "Ancient Tong Oil Lamp" has ignited my dreams, illuminated my soul, and burned my thoughts of cutting flesh and bones for a long time.
The Sound of Teardrops Calls the Mother's Soul" expresses the family affection and longing of the heavens and the earth, and turns the tears of longing into the spring of the soul, dissolves into the mother's heart, and penetrates the long river of nine springs that has flowed through the ages. So, I crawled on that mountain road a thousand times, spilling tears of longing in the evening sunset. How I wish my mother could set and rise like the sun.
The sound of cow's hooves broke through my dream, and the sweetness of my dream dissolved into the cow's hooves. "My father was training the oxen in the field, and I tied the rope tightly, and I became the leader of the army with the oxen. In fact, my father was suing the cow and teaching me. The father said that when the cattle were not yet ploughed, they did not sound the whip, did not tighten the rope, did not shout, and at the critical point, as long as they raised the whip and reprimanded a few words, the oxen would move forward smoothly and ......"My father's plough ploughed out a thousand lines of poetry in the countryside, and the mud waves in the field turned out the layers of scenery of the earth. The sound of cow's hooves, accompanied by the sound of his father's hurried feet, sounded at dawn in the mountain village. "Seventy-eight-year-old father, why are you still working tirelessly? "As for me, a dull pen, far inferior to my father's plowshare, in the pastoral of literature and art, I have worked hard for more than 40 spring and autumn years, but I have not yet cultivated wonderful scenery and painted a golden harvest. The fertile homeland of the countryside is still rich on the tip of my father's ploughshare.
Re-walking the Road to Hometown", a rugged and winding mountain road of sheep intestines closely connects the feelings of three generations. Re-take the road of hometown, look back at life, life is like a road, the road is life, people are walking, the road is extending.
In "Heart Song Cappella", "Mountains and Rivers" is a song on the roof of the author's independent hometown, looking into the distance.
"Waves in a Dream" is to stand at the peak of my hometown of life, looking at the surging sea, so I have the love of experiencing the waves. Lying on the bed of boundless dreams, I deeply felt the infinity of the sea, the insignificance of life, the many known and many unknowns, many emotions and many grievances, all swallowed by the sea.
Unforgettable Green Willow" depicts the unforgettable affection. On the pier of the creek under the dark green willow forest, those shining and unfamiliar eyes are meeting a pair of eyes that appreciate the beautiful scenery. When the two red rays just hung on her cheeks, she cast her gaze on the fish again. He plucked a willow leaf and asked the stream to send it, sending the greenery of the willow and the love of his heart.
Water is the tenderness of the mountain, and the mountain is the backbone of the water. The lingering water guards the body of the mountain and nourishes the soul of the mountain; The upright of the mountain holds high the ambition of the water and the life of the water. The mountains and rivers are blended, and they have a deep and long-lasting taste of life.
The "New Charm of the Ancient Teahouse", which was once impressed by the "People's **" earth supplement, has integrated a piece of tea and the deep affection of three generations into a river flowing through the ages. Small chapters and large volumes, with the changes of the teahouse and the renewal of the owner of the teahouse to set off the changes of the times, the scenery of the small city is colorful, and the people's life is changing with each passing day.
Life is like the surface of the river, the waves are its footprints, how I hope that the river surface of life can roll up a few colorful waves.
"Silhouette of the world" delicately cut out the shining shots of the world. There are joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows. "Listening to the Voice of Literature" is to take the voice that was fortunate enough to participate in the first national "Gufeng Cup" prose grand prix award ceremony and "New Literary Creation Seminar" into the bosom and ear drums, so that I lived a few days in Beijing. Although in the icy and snowy northern scenery, there seems to be a fire burning in my heart, and it is warm.
The Proprietress Aria sings the song of the bitter and bitter hearts of thousands of female bosses in China.
Countless wonderful people and events have built a wonderful world, how can a dull pen be wonderful in this world? Only with hard steps into the wonderful, and then strive to come out of a wonderful.
As Mr. Liu Mingwen's preface said: "Ben Chu grew up in a mountain village farmhouse since he was a child, with green mountains and green waters as his mother's arms, every bend of the mountain road, every stream and bridge, every mountain spring, and every cooking smoke in his hometown are warming his attachment to his homeland, and the tired figure of his mother under the ancient tung oil lamp, the father's hard sweat in the sound of cow hooves, and the deep bamboo forest, the mountain road intersection left many personnel memories, and are ironing his family call." Ben Chu is with such a primitive complex to intensify his mind. Therefore, there is a lyrical and freehand landscape, a rational taste of life and a colorful depiction of the world. There is always a warm current of love rippling in the middle of the song, which is poetic and poetic, and it is all bubbling into the depths of love. Love hometown, love relatives and friends, love nature, love life. When we trace the source of this love, we will find a clear stream of gratitude, surging waves, deeply nourishing nostalgia, family affection and friendship, as well as all the truth, goodness, beauty and ...... in the world
"Heart Song Cappella" is a melodious song sung to the hometown, it is indeed his own work of gratitude, but he has not been able to fulfill his gratitude, he can only be regarded as his own knowing and grateful soul chanting, soul singing, singing family affection, singing friendship, singing life, singing the true feelings of the world, and singing the sincere love and deep love to all the people in the world who care, care, love and love themselves.
The heart song is sung, warm in the hometown of missing, the poetry is lingering, and the roots are moistened in the deep soil.