Looking back, Suiyueruge. A long 30 years is so short, but I had the privilege, follow the footsteps of years, to find the imprint of life precipitation, that is literature. Literature, through time and space, through the great years, winding all the way come.
school time, in a remote rural spent, there is no movement, no art, no music. time to contribute to the game, truancy and labor. it is probably the fourth grade, once inadvertently, in the relative Traditional home and found a contact with the story and plot, it was ups and downs, twists and turns of the narrative to attract the, until now, history updates, Dingshang Wu, Sun Dingbang, Sun aunt, pig squad leader's image and character, who is also seared in my mind , the difficult struggle that era, those who live image, refining the language of those who, for my life pointing in the direction of a lack of direction. like, just like it. in the elementary school before graduation, but also read the fiction, have an emotional understanding in general.
primary contact with another way comic literature, the three countries, King Wu, Yue Fei, Dou, Chi Kung, Journey to the West, martial arts series, Revolution Series and so on, often made me sleepless nights, the same, learning from bad to worse, beaten become commonplace, Fortunately, reading habits have never abrogated by poverty and violence, until today. The book's characters and spirit are still deep deeply affected me, be my man conduct guidelines. Zhuge Liang, a late-bloomer, Huangfei Hu, Yue Fei, Hanshizhong, Liang Hongyu, Wen Tianxiang, Lin, and so a large number of vivid characters, so I learned to love the country, learn loyalty . Da Ji, King Zhou, the Qin braise, million lettuce as soon as I learned to hate, abhorrence of evil ...... learned so many years, the accumulation of too deep, too heavy, a lot of death will not change the character. < br> to a junior high school, still in the remote rural areas. no pointing, no one of my feet did not stop. junior exaggerated the ground for five years. Because the book, do not know to suffer a few Dayton beat, I do not know how many times crying . but I like it, especially the martial arts, Liang Yusheng and Jin Yong's works almost time to do, culture, coupled with the thick and mysterious plot twists of fate that I fell, dreams, learning is also deteriorating. but I can not give up, in a no the ideal age, like all of life. read ancient poetry, reading Qiong Yao's love, the scars of the Cultural Revolution, reading, reading culture, roots, read the Inter-American magic, read the post-modern Europe, I know, can not leave this life the. literature, destined for poorer.
high school, access to a large number of classical and poetry, from the big Du Li Du Li, from the Tang Dynasty to the Tang and Song The Four from the Tang to the frontier, from which soil to the Western Regions, from China to the world, where the home is not poetry? where the author's life is not singing? the proliferation of literature and lush growth, so I moved from the depths of life. Literature is the age of footprints footprint, the footprint is the world of literature footprint. graceful, bold, sad, happy ocean, nostalgia, and irony today, and literature come together to form water spray and literature come together to form sea water, ocean, letting endless literature.
literature, carved into my soul from that moment on, began to lead my footsteps, step by step toward the wilderness, to the true nature.
literature, love, and would not be able to change. As a friend said to , like poisoning, as there is no antidote. In fact, poisoning has nothing to fear? in another realm of travel, tour the crazy, obsessed with travel, travel focus, in that realm, the secular forget, the purity as Dream.
look back the way of literature, that one composition with the efforts of entrants, we can not forget for generations. They use beautiful life, the achievements of a paving stone, groups, generations of faithful pilgrims who paved with stones in the form of a colorful road leading to the sacred temple.
wind, I think of Du Fu, independent autumn, the huts were set off, and hearts Scholars the world. Yuet-ming, Li Bai and the east slope of thought , a September 9 to climb nostalgia. Zhaojun, Wang Changling and the thought of Frontier, , suddenly, such as spring night, the Trees of pear blossoms ., who knows where in the desert of loneliness alone how long? who knows the heart of the cruise in the pan several times repeated? they created one after another of the literary image, fixed corridor in the literature, to provide for the growth of life nutrition, water and sunlight, into the eternal new life growing momentum.
like literature, you can not forget , precision pointing, and build an atmosphere of honest, natural landscape of the ancient kingdom, everything is so pure and holy, not the least bit utilitarian and dirty. Qiu Xi Xuan Su thought. poor in spirit is the most terrible loss.
ancient Huang Huang, literature has a long history. Chu, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing fiction, a kind of Confucian thought to operate to the peak of the world. then added back, no matter what kind of career, reaching the peak, but most of the world is not easy.
also travel in the modern poetry, read Goethe, read Walt Whitman, Rabindranath Tagore and Shakespeare , had my heart broken, drunk, at a loss too, despaired, tears too, much to slowly mature. kinds of soul-stirring, that is no longer again, people quietly tears, the world, why no place for sincere good? Why no place for pure beauty?
the road of literature is poetry of Qu Yuan, Long Way from the repair Xi, happiness of the search up and down; literary mind is the way of Fan, the first and worry about the world, after the world to enjoy; literature is the way that Ming loyalty and dedication from his dying day; literature Su Shi road is cold dream, life is a dream, a bottle of Jiang also sprinkle on; literature is clear according to the worry, literature Jiang Kui drunk, sick of the worry literature is abandoned, it is beyond redemption Xue-Qin Elegy ......< br> Literature the wind, seeds which fly, literature is water, life and therefore growth. a full life, and never without water, can not do without the wind. In fact, the hard work in the literature, even if water is no wind, we sow, because the love of because the obsession, because she has melt into our lives.
produce literature in this land, we are at a good pace in the lonely, lonely, because too far, too far, because of distance. our hearts, In fact, very bitter. also has sweet time, because much of the morning alone, we would not be lonely. We are a group particularly, the general public to live, not trivially lonely. not for the mountains, not for water, not is beyond the flesh, only to abandon the noble soul, guarding the last unreal beauty, nothing more.
read scars, read the roots, read magic, read the post-modern generation to generation, literature is immortal. I firmly believe that in some of the world, literature is not to die.
today, with the blog, a group and a group of people, in the materialistic now, in human, such as paper today, they are still on the hard desert, but also labor in the desert, where the flood is still growing. I solemnly salute them. They used their own blood, water thin text, they use dry breasts, nurturing the spirit of the great.
Perhaps, now deserted, is truly barren. but I believe that this barren is short, Shima Saying, Shu Ting clove Rain Lane, Xue-Qin's checkered, there Tyloon Shakespeare, will come, will be somewhere in the history of stand by . work, then barren, but also rewarding.
go its own way, let others speak.
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