Tapping prose with homesickness gently buckled.

-Liu and his homesickness works

Most of us are nourished by the dull fleeting time. The years are cold and affectionate, which not only makes the past farther and farther, but also makes the left more and more warm. Years have polished us, made us as warm as pearls, turned our memories into butterflies and turned us into enchanting tattoos in our lives. In this complex world, ups and downs can repair time, simplify complexity and take care of our own years. It is not an idle thing.

I have known Liu and his works for almost two years. There is another "yuan" in my name and destiny. Perhaps it is because of this "Yuan" that I, who is engaged in and loves code word work, naturally pay more attention to him. In fact, it is dangerous to talk about a writer openly. I'm really afraid that my friends will laugh. I am afraid that I will be a "swordsman" and an "apple polisher". But think about it, at least it's more dangerous to entrust a woman I've only met two or three times for life without judgment. Then, I dare say that Yuan Bing is a documentary writer with a schoolbag full of "homesickness" and a solid foundation.

He writes and looks for homesickness with a pen that grows from his sharp heart, making his works full of vivid and touching feelings. Liu is a mountain beggar who walks out of the country. Reading his Homesickness, a sweet pain welled up in my mind. He wrote in "Mother's Tears";

..... At dusk, a person was curious and broke his foot on the threshold of more than ten steps. At first, it was ok. Later, he accidentally broke his leg. My mother went to the commune hospital seven miles away behind my back, and I felt my mother crying all the way. Due to the limited medical conditions at that time, I spent more than three months treating my leg. My mother has been waiting in front of my bed, often crying, sometimes crying out loud, heartbreaking. Tears kept flowing until I recovered. My mother has been very worried about me, afraid that I will be disabled in the future. ...

1994 I transferred to Pujiang county to work, so I spent less time with my mother, who cared about me very much. Because I can't write, at first I can rely on others to communicate with me. Later, my mother missed me more and more and secretly drove to Pujiang County, 200 kilometers away to find me. I cried when I saw my mother waiting for me alone in the business hall. My mother can't read, so it's hard to ask me for directions. But this time, mom didn't cry out loud. Tears swirled in her eyes and didn't flow out. Instead, she comforted me, "Guo Linwa, don't cry, people will laugh at you." ...

Now, my mother lives with my second brother, and I often visit her. Every time, my mother would take out my earwax, massage my legs and rub my back. She said you were tired from work, so I'll give you a massage. She also showed me her favorite walnut and peanut milk. She said that walnut and peanut milk is cheaper and better than milk. Watching my mother's hair turn white, her face wrinkles more and more, and her body bends slowly. ...

Homesickness is the memory of conscience, which moistens the boundary of his mind. No matter every detail of the village is in Liu's memory, he always doesn't want time to tamper with it mercilessly. As a result, his homesickness began to accumulate and ferment, allowing readers to quietly touch the knocker of his distant hometown and burst into tears with the fate of the protagonist in his previous life.

Hometown, native land, stories, the traces of homesickness planted in those years have grown into years and memories. Although there is a little pain, it is faint in my heart, and in Yuan Bing's works, she always reveals smoke and faint fragrance. Reading Yuan Bing's homesickness works, I don't agree with him. He has a chubby figure, a round belly and a stupid face. After a few drinks, he blushed and was generous. In my heart, there is always a disrespectful metaphor for Yuan Bing's brother "looking dignified and strong". But his hometown, father, mother, and even the smell of Fulgua in the old house are very delicate and delicate, which makes me a little picky about the articles I read with a little respect;

In autumn, the main course at home is melon. My mother is a good cook and cooks different Fuergua dishes for family life. Cooking with wax gourd and a chicken is delicious. Of course, this kind of food only comes once a year. Fulgua can also be cut into silk protein and fried for dinner; In winter and spring, there were no fresh vegetables at home, so my mother grabbed some melons from the pickle jar for dinner. Mother also dried it, salted it, dried it and cooked it in a jar. Crispy and delicious. In the two years when I was in junior high school, in winter and spring, my mother got up early in the morning to grab my lunch box and steamed it at school at noon.

In difficult times, fulgua is the main vegetable in my family, which solves many problems for us and feeds our family. Because the fulgua at home grows well and bears many fruits. My father will carry dozens of pounds to the town to sell, and after selling the money, he will buy a few pounds of meat to improve the life of the whole family. Mother is very generous. In the harvest season, she will send it to her neighbors for them to taste. Everyone in the village says Xie Heng is good! Fogua in my dream

When Yuan Bing writes about people and things, he doesn't envy the beauty or fancy skills of stories, but focuses on his quiet hometown. He regards homesickness as a habit, as if remembering the zongzi wrapped by his grandmother when the Dragon Boat Festival came, and the brown sugar stuffing jiaozi wrapped by his mother early in the morning when the Spring Festival came. As long as you put your mind outside the homesickness that you never forget, look around yourself, and the days of spring flowers seem to be near.

Reading Liu's documentary works and homesickness stories, you will find that he has moored the boat of affection on the dock of his own mind. His father loves me like a mountain, and it is not easy for his old father to raise me. In his article "Father's Chicken Car", he vividly showed the universal affection of an innocent child.

Touching the handle that has been polished by my father's hands, I still keep my father's sweaty shoulder strap. I wheeled this old car around my dam. The picture of my father working hard caught my eye. My heart is sour. My father pushed the chicken cart, full of goods and food, walking on the rugged mountain road, walking on the fiery reservoir dam, and rushing to the stone field like a desperate man. Earn back work points for the family and raise us.

The houses newly built by farmers nearby should be built with stones as the foundation. The boulder was cut into squares by hard masons, so it was transported home by chicken carts. My father is young and strong. He likes to help others. Every time someone builds a house, his father is indispensable. Father pushes stones with a chicken cart alone, pushing 3-4 stone heads at a time, weighing 3-400 Jin. Because the chicken car is driving on a single wheel, it will overturn if it is not careful. Once, my father accidentally carried stones, and the chicken cart rolled over and sprained his waist. He stayed at home for more than a month. Father is lying in bed, helpless, physically injured, unable to earn money to support his family, and life at home has become a problem. While giving her father medicinal liquor, her mother comforted him and said, "Don't worry, old man. Forget it if you can't make money. Eat something, recuperate well and get well soon. Don't let the doll see you sad. "

During the slack season, my father pushed the chicken cart to the market. Take the eggs and sweet potatoes from home to Guangxing market to sell, and exchange a catty of pork for a rare sumptuous food for the whole family. I pulled the cart when I went, and my brother followed us. When we came back, the sweet potatoes had been sold out. We sat on the chicken cart and plugged in the windmill we made of waste paper. Father urged us and finally cooked a foreign dish. The spinning windmill, coupled with the creaking of chicken carts, walked on the country road, and my father looked happy.

Knowing and being grateful, Yuan Bing's writing has a faint pain and a more sensitive touch. "... named for its" squeaking "sound similar to that of a rooster. A huge wheel stands tall, like a cockscomb ... "He sincerely wrote about his father and a chicken cart. In the reader's eyes, his father is a boat of his life and a ferryman for him. Everyone has his own Jianghu. Sail against the current, sail against the current, and it is his father who pulls the headlines. His eyes and heart are full of love. Yuan Bing pleases readers with objective and calm self-observation. Although he is frustrated, he keeps pursuing and is always on the road. His expression of details and emotional waves is so excellent that dust can't hide the freshness of the soul.

The Longsheng Commune in Penny's district has a gun emplacement for hail suppression and rainfall, which is connected by a magnet telephone and receives orders from superiors to fire. The phone at gunpoint broke down once. If we don't get through in time, the gun point won't know when to fire to prevent hail and rain. If the hail falls, it will affect the agricultural production in Penny's area and cause losses to farmers. Tell me to go to Longsheng. There is no bus in Longsheng. I have to catch a bus to Penny's and borrow a bicycle from the branch to ride for more than ten kilometers. After an hour of hard work, I reached the gun and got through the phone in time. At this time, the county issued a fire command. Workers at gunpoint fired shells at the dark clouds in the sky, eliminating the hail clouds, and a rainstorm landed, avoiding a hail disaster. ...

After the opening of the automatic telephone, many people will not use it, and they miss the "crank" telephone very much. Automatic calls are connected in sequence, and the first call is connected first. I remember there was a cadre in Huaikou who used to make a phone call. The switchboard recognized his voice and put him through immediately. Automatic phones don't recognize anyone. The phone has been dialed many times, but the line has been busy. He was so angry that he smashed the phone. Curse constantly: "this turtle automatic phone is not as good as' crank'."

Watching Yuan Bing's documentary story "The Feeling of the Rocker Mobile Phone", people can't help running on the road with his bicycle bell, anxious to get angry with his "rocker", which is very immersive. The length is not long, but it is both appropriate and meaningful.

Regarding Liu's poems, I dare not exaggerate, but I dare not praise him blindly, and fly high to the fictional story. But as for documentary literature, I can say without exaggeration that his vision is smart, his writing style is smooth and full, his emotions are flying, and he has a more stand and integrity in documentary. He salvaged homesickness in the years, not for pride, but to warm his heart and comfort those inexplicable losses. Every time the stars fly and the dew touches the leaves, looking back at those recalled tattoos as bright red as fire, he devoted himself to recalling the tenderness of the years, and even the words of sex greeted the four seasons and sent away the fleeting time. I wish him again, in the exploration of literature, let people know the ins and outs of things and surprise readers again.

"Element fragrance, serve sauerkraut." So far, Bibi has talked a lot about painting, selling axes in front of Lu Ban and playing with broadswords in front of Guan Gong. In fact, what I said was from the bottom of my heart to make you laugh.