Who can help me find my prose? I need it urgently! ! !

We can see the sun from the top of Mount Tai. It is not a miracle for those who have crossed the sea to watch the sun rise below the horizon;

Personally, I enjoyed the unparalleled sunshine in the rivers, seas and Indian Ocean. But watch the sunrise at the top of the mountain, especially Mount Tai.

At the top, we don't have awkward curiosity, but we also expect a special realm, which is different from the plain and the sea. Sure enough, I

When we first got up, it was still dark, the west was livid, the east was slightly white, and the universe was just-if used.

Old word description-a body is huge and gray. But this is Han Xiao. He feels very strong. I'm not very awake when I sleep.

A concise impression. When I looked back carefully, I couldn't help screaming-because I had just seen something I had never seen before.

Field. It turns out that last night's storm project was built into a sea of clouds. Except for Sun Guanfeng and us.

Beyond the Jade Emperor Peak, there are only clouds in the east, west, north and south, which are like countless thick wool before Xu Chao is exposed.

Sheep, sleeping neck to neck, curled ears and corners are faintly discernible. At that time, I was the only one in this vast sea of clouds.

Ever since I stood on a foggy island, I have had a strange fantasy-

My body grows infinitely, and the mountain under my feet is just a fist-sized stone relative to my body shape; The giant is covered in hair,

Long hair is like an inky flag in the wind, whispering. The giant stood on his back at the top of the earth.

In the east, a pair of long arms are stretched out, silently waiting, welcoming, urging and calling; In worship, in prayer,

Tears-tears I haven't seen for a long time, you will see the interaction of sadness and joy. ...

This tear is not empty, and this silent prayer is not without response.

The giant's hand points to the east-

What's in the East and what's on display?

There are magnificent colors in the East, and there are great shining lights in the East. Here we are, here we are. ...

Rose juice, grape pulp, bauhinia juice, agate essence, frosted maple leaves-a large number of dyers, working under tired clouds;

Numerous winding ichthyosaurs climbed up the pale clouds.

The extraordinary splendour on one side removes the drowsiness all over the sky and awakens the Ming Xia in all directions-

Bright pony, run ...

The sea of clouds is also alive; Lan Tao fell asleep in the form of a beast, and he began to shout again, shaking his head and tail at us.

The washing of the green steamed bun-shaped island aroused foam waves in all directions, shaking the floating reef of life, as if to report the light and peace.

Joy is coming. ...

Look at the east again-Hercules has swept away his obstacles, and the golden light like a bird screen emerges from the boundless shoulders.

Scattered on the edge of the earth. Get up ... get up ... push, push. The round skull of pure flame jumped out of the horizon after exploration.

Climb to the back of the cloud and shine in the sky. ...

Singing and praising, this is the resurrection of the East, and this is the victory of light. ...

The giant who prayed, whose body color spans the boundless sea of clouds, has gradually disappeared into general joy;

Now, his magnificent song of praise for beauty has spread in all directions and corners in the changing clouds. ...

Listen, Puxie cheers; Look, this shining light!

Hometown spirit

Feng Jicai

one

If you grew up in your hometown, it goes without saying that you are homesick. If you are only the hometown of your elders, but you were born in a foreign land, and your impressions and feelings about it are obtained indirectly from your elders, how does this hometown feel about you?

A few years ago, several writers and I were invited to visit a famous historical city in the south, and passed through Ningbo for one day according to the arrangement of our host. As soon as the car entered Ningbo, everyone was still talking about hip-hop, but I was silent, putting my face on the window and looking at the scenery outside, eager to catch something; So I can hook up with my hometown. Only then did I find that my hometown was empty. I have doubts about myself. Why don't I feel anything when I face the birthplace of grandpa and dad?

But that's just a symbol of me-a homeland.

I didn't "go back" to my hometown, but "came" to my hometown for the first time. Why did you go back to your hometown, but it was gone? I am eager to hug and sing with my hometown, but I don't know how to contact my hometown. Like an idle piano. Who will play and how?

two

When I got off the bus and walked down the street, the Ningbo dialect spoken by passers-by surprised me with a sense of intimacy, which dispelled the strangeness that bothered me.

I'm stupid. I have never learned Ningbo dialect from my grandfather and father. But this unique local accent seems to be a folk song in their hometown, which is always on my lips, accompanied by my childhood and adolescence. At that time, especially grandparents who came to visit grandpa, most of them talked with grandpa in this way. My father usually speaks Mandarin, but at this time he joined the conversation with this strange accent, as if deliberately not letting me understand and making me pout in protest. Those grandparents teased me with jokes, but they still spoke the incomprehensible Ningbo dialect ... which once made me angry and hate. Why at this moment, like a spell, all of a sudden, the vague past, the old feelings that have never been extinguished, and the feelings for grandpa and father are all summoned back, vividly and picturesque?

In Tiantong Temple, an old mage told us about the extraordinary experience of this ancient temple. His authentic Ningbo accent told me that if I listened to Arabic and didn't understand it at all, I would have a chance to take a closer look at this mage's appearance. I found that he looks very similar to my grandfather's: cloth socks, thin body, kind eyes, especially a slightly raised nose tip in the center of his bald head. The big fellow in the north shaved his head. Look at him. He is round and flat. After resting on the roof, Ningbo people are exposed in the center of their heads, bright and green, as if showing the brilliant aura of mountains and rivers here. I empty my eyes and feel it again. Just like my grandfather sitting there talking!

Grandpa likes to eat with small bowls and saucers with fine tires and fine porcelain. He suffered from diabetes in his later years, so he had to fry rice in an iron pan before cooking. He never asked me to eat his rice, because fried rice is not fragrant and lacks nutrition. Ningbo is close to the sea and is good at eating seafood. Grandpa's ability to eat steamed snails is really unprecedented. He poured a spoonful into his mouth, only turned around in his mouth, and with the squeaky sucking sound, all he spit out were delicate snails. Every time I eat snails, my grandfather always gives an amazing swagger performance without my invitation. This trick can only be compared with my dad's ability to eat fish and spit thorns. But, grandpa, where are you now? My heart was filled with emotion, and I suddenly opened my eyes and wanted to shout at the old mage: Grandpa!

Strange, my grandfather died when I was ten years old. Thirty years later, what made me call him through the years so emotionally?

Have I come to my hometown, or has my hometown quietly entered my heart?

three

Two years ago, I went to Singapore to present the Golden Lion Literature Award to the Chinese Literature Camp. Suddenly, a dozen elderly people from China came to visit the hotel. When we met, they gave me a publication with the word "Feng" on the cover. They are all members of the Feng clan association here. China people make a living overseas and need support alone, so they organize various gatherings of fellow villagers to help each other. Every time a fellow villager has a problem, he will solve the dispute together; If people in the same hometown make achievements, they will be regarded as * * * glory, with joy and congratulations. An elder surnamed Feng said to me, "You are the pride of our Feng family." At this moment, I feel like I am among my family.

Unfamiliar faces are buried by distant goodwill. Where did I get involved with them? Tang and Song Dynasties or Qin and Han Dynasties? I think of looking at its foggy and sparkling place by the Yellow River and dreaming of its charming source thousands of miles away. People in the same country, hometown, skin and surname all have a sense of origin. Homologous people must have homologous life codes, which are mysteriously linked together.

I saw an old man sitting on one side, a thin, weak and familiar face, and my heart moved. I asked, "Where is your hometown?" "Ningbo." When he speaks, he still has a strong local accent. As soon as I heard it, I immediately said, "We were a family 500 years ago, and our hometown was Ningbo." He immediately cried, "It's a family now. We are so close. " Then I was anxious to ask about my hometown.

Thank you for passing by my hometown in the first year, and I am not embarrassed to answer. While listening to me, he suddenly felt: "It's different, it's different …" Suddenly he stood up impulsively, pointed with his hand and shouted: "That's where my uncle took me to catch fish!" Then I was forced to tell more details, as if I wouldn't give up until the past reappeared.

I'm afraid I'll change the subject because of the cold, but all those people are smiling and waving their hands and saying, "Nothing, please tell him more ..." They are so happy to eavesdrop until they hear that their faces are all tipsy, as if sharing a special happiness with my fellow villagers, that is, comforting nostalgia.

This fellow villager couldn't help but move his chair to me step by step, asking desperately face to face and listening carefully. Unfortunately, I only stayed in my hometown for one day, so I can't tell you more. But I found that I casually mentioned the name of the street, the style of the old building and the types of vegetables, and he also regarded it as a rare story in heaven, which caused him a series of more questions, as well as sighs and sighs. I feel the greatness and magic of my hometown. It is like a huge magnet, which firmly attracts all the people who belong to it. No matter how long I deviate from it, the longer it seems, the more I can feel its irresistible attraction ... When I left this exotic hometown of China, I felt an apology in my heart. I think I should stay in my hometown for a few more days, for him and for myself.

199 1.4. Tianjin

Only Sunrise on Mount Tai and soul of china were found, not bad!