Appreciation of Liu Wufu's Prose "Remembering the Past"

My home is on the south bank of Ci River, with a large beach. Every year, I am always busy and poor. After a year of poverty, I still don't have enough to eat. This busy village is called the North Building.

As long as I can remember, I have been hobbling in the fields, keeping company with insects.

The swallow flew away, and I was still sitting in the field in a daze.

I saw a large group of people walking into the wheat field, putting down the wheat piece by piece and carrying the ears of wheat home one by one. Then, the whole field was empty, leaving only one stubble of wheat, which rolled painfully in the wind. They fought back at me and stabbed me in the feet and hands.

I like to walk alone on the ridge. Sometimes bend down to pick up the lost ears of wheat; Sometimes I look up at the white clouds in the sky; The yellow-haired dog followed me all afternoon. Later, he felt really bored, wagged his tail at me twice and left listlessly.

I squatted down on the ground and counted the ants running on the ground. One, two, three, four ... When I counted to seventy-eight, I heard my mother call me home for dinner.

two

What is certain is that winter will come as soon as autumn is over. This is the law of nature.

The wind is wrapped in the wind, leaves fall in the wind, water flows in the wind, and I hide in my clothes. Everything is idle, including hoes, plowshares, sickles and baskets, hidden in the corner of the old house. You look at me, I look at you, and no one says a word.

What other busy things are there? The fields are empty, and the old cow has rested, leaving only piles of hay, still stubbornly standing on the edge of the season, watching the dusk and dawn of the village. Larks jump on the branches, sometimes fly to the ground to peck and then fly away quickly.

Next, I want to go to the cowshed to hold a bundle of grass, and then sit on the bench to mend the worn cloth shoes. Soles must be strong and wear-resistant. This life may take a long way.

three

It began to snow in the village.

It seems that a pair of big hands are tearing at the thick clouds, and the fragments are falling. Trees, tile houses and fields are all white. I think only rural land is worthy of this clean, pure and innocent snow.

I know that this snow will go to cities and places where people are busy and drunk, because they need a snow to cover up all the truth. The whiteness and purity of the village can only be seen after the snow, which is extremely beautiful.

Once I followed my father to the city, and when I came back from the city, I suddenly found my footprints a little dirty.

This season, the villagers sit around the fire and chat together, mostly at the edge of the village. The fire makes the days old and sallow. A cat curled up under the bench, yawned lazily, squinting and fell asleep again. It doesn't care about mice.

When the countryside is free, even cooking cigarettes are sloppy and confusing.

four

When I grew up, after my father refused to let me go to school, I bowed my head and sharpened a sickle.

I grind slowly, slowly and for a long time. It seems that I am not grinding a sickle, but my youth.

Sickle is made of steel; The millstone is made of sandstone. In the friction, collision and contest between steel and stone, life is getting thinner and thinner.

Sickle is very useful! Cutting firewood and grass in the floodplain, cutting straw in the field and cutting thorns in the forest. Sometimes, I use it to cut pig grass or cow grass; Sometimes, I use it to peel sweet potatoes or carrots.

Sickle is getting thinner and thinner, like a hook moon in the sky; The moon is getting thinner, like my sickle. I put the new moon in a basket and took it home.

In the countryside, I used to walk with a sickle on my back. But I am not a good swordsman, but a knight.

That day, I spent the whole afternoon grinding my sickle under the big wall behind my house.

I left my basket on the sand dune instead of collecting firewood. No one will call me in such a cold day, I think so.

I am undoubtedly an activist in the village. I am familiar with every beach, forest and pebble of this river.

I should talk about ducks laying eggs on the beach, fish chasing underwater and egrets wandering on the shore. Or, a little further, say the sky, say the burning clouds, and say the rows of passing geese.

It is easy for a person to become depressed in lovesickness, and so is a tree. Those two cypress trees have stood silently at the head of the village for thousands of years. This is fertile soil, and the tree is not old when people leave.

five

It goes without saying that the wind is very cold in winter. Sleeping in a room without hot air will freeze the eggs. I don't know where the cold air got into the room, so I covered the hole in the wall with a newspaper. After that, I climbed onto the roof and repaired the cracks in the roof. I have to do many things, such as chopping a lot of firewood in the back gutter, digging out thick cotton wool from the closet and adding a bundle of straw to the cowshed.

What else can I do? Although my strength is not strong enough, my brain is not smart enough. I seem to be a calcium-deficient crop, scribbling in the village. I think I need to transplant myself into soil, water, fertilizer and weeds, so that I can grow lush hair and strong body.

I need a fire to warm this cold winter.

six

Time in the country is bleak, and it is summer in a blink of an eye. I drove the cows to the beach and sat in the shade reading.

I was suddenly amused by the story in the book and couldn't help laughing. A man burst into laughter in the silent field. Laughter hit the locust tree and bounced into the valley, splashing all over the slope and everywhere. Then, the tree bent over and the grass smiled from ear to ear. After a while, the birds in the forest also laughed, laughing that I was crazy, laughing that I was crazy, laughing that I was stupid, and the whole earth laughed violently. For the first time, I found that my smile was so rude and dissolute.

Soon, I couldn't laugh, but I heard a curse coming from the slope. It turns out that my cow ate the radish in Aunt Wang's field and made trouble many times.

What can a nerd do? The villagers said this.

seven

On a sunny afternoon, a fortune teller came to the village.

He sat under the big pagoda tree, fiddling with a worn erhu, and played an intermittent and sad tune, perhaps a stringed instrument. As soon as the wind blows, his long beard flutters and looks slim. In the village, no one knows his name. Everyone calls him "Mr. Beard". I think, maybe he is the "secret old man" in martial arts novels, maybe he has some special skills and deliberately hides himself deeply.

When I walked under the locust tree, he stopped me: "Young man, count your life." I pretended not to hear and walked away with my hand behind my back. He looked sorry and said with a sigh, you are very talented and will be famous all over the world in the future. I didn't stop, but he continued to play the erhu.

Then I sat under the haystack and looked at him from a distance. He found me looking at him and glanced at me from time to time. He didn't drum up business all afternoon. When it was dark, he finally got up and left the village disappointed.

I don't know where he came from and where he is going; I don't know whether he can reach the next village before dark. Some people are destined to be on the road all their lives.

eight

In my spare time, I often go for a walk on the river beach.

I especially like those pebbles. They used to be sharp, but now they are polished very smoothly and roundly by running water. Just pick up one and you can touch the texture of life.

Father said, turn yourself into a stone and throw it into the long river of time, and you will be more mature and wise. What happened to my father? He suddenly said such profound things. Sometimes, I think my father is like a philosopher.

One day, while no one was around, I stood in the river to pee. It's urine that has been suppressed for a long time. After sprinkling, I took a long breath and showed a comfortable smile on my face. I think, if I sprinkle it for a while that day, the river will flood and the crops downstream will be submerged. When my urine flows into the sea, the sea will flood.

This is my pee effect.

nine

In the countryside, everything is played according to the established rules.

A chicken goes out for food in the morning and gets into its nest at dusk; A dog disappeared during the day and returned to the woodshed at night; As long as it gets dark, they will enter the shed one after another; Even sows will stay in the pen honestly.

Plants also obey the order: Toona sinensis knows when to sprout, Begonia knows when to bloom, wheat knows when to fill, and Ginkgo biloba knows when to bear fruit.

Nature is also regular: the wind doesn't blow for no reason, the rain doesn't fall for no reason, the snow doesn't fall for no reason, and the frost doesn't beat for no reason.

People still can't escape some laws: what should be born, what should be long, what should be old, and what should be dead.

I lay on the sand dunes thinking, thinking that I wish I had a pair of wings. I really answered what my uncle said: you want to go to heaven, you are decorated with two eggs.

I stretched myself and suddenly felt that life was boring.

ten

That morning, I sat on the sand hill and looked blankly at a dog's tail grass.

Grass is spiritual. It knows the warmth of the world and the warmth of human feelings. When excited, nod; Stretch out when you are tired. Although forgotten in a corner of the world, it has never rebelled or resisted. It only exists in the form of grass and never asks for anything from the earth.

I have a heart-to-heart relationship with dog tail grass. We talk about literature and life. Finally, I talked about my deskmate Chrysanthemum, who has been secretly in love for a long time. In front of the grass, I recited the love letter affectionately, and the grass was deeply moved after listening. You see, the crystal dew is the tears it shed!

During the conversation, Setaria always pricks up its ears and shows great respect. I think there is no more loyal friend than Cao Er, who will never reveal secrets or betray.

These grasses are not utilitarian, snobbish and love the rich.

eleven

I am an older youth in the village, and there is no one to propose for me.

I have been urging me to get married many times. It is time for my second child to kiss.

One night, I was awakened by a bubble of urine.

I got up and put on my clothes, and found that the moonlight was white, the earth was quiet and the sky was as white as a mirror. It's the first time I've seen such a beautiful night, so I decided to look around. I walked across the wooden bridge, through the vegetable garden, through the Woods, and suddenly felt like a sleepwalker.

The earth was silent and the village was asleep. Time, like frozen thin ice, stands still in rice fields.

After a while, I heard the crow. After the first crow, there was not even a dog barking. I wonder how the chicken's biological chain controls time. The crowing interval of chickens is very accurate. After the third crow, there came the sound of opening the door, coughing and footsteps ... After a while, all these sounds disappeared, only a crow crowed in the tree. I don't think I can go too far and disturb the dreams of those birds.

On my way home, I met a boulder, and I remembered that I wanted to see the morning star in the East.

Sometimes I just stare at this big stone by the river. It's silly of me.

This stone weighs at least five tons. Like a monk, he meditates calmly by the river, letting the seasons change and the wind and rain cycle. What age and life experience does a silent stone hide? It must be older than grandpa, older than grandpa's grandfather, older than all previous dynasties, older than prehistoric humans, older than Cretaceous and Jurassic. How did people roll down from Taihang Mountain and how did the huge flood wash down? It has witnessed almost all disasters and floods on the earth. But it has always been indifferent, silent, neither sad nor happy, sticking to the inner indifference and tranquility. At that moment, I suddenly worshipped flint.

This is the bed of a magnetic river. What kind of strong magnetic field is there in the magnetic river, which makes the boulder roll down to the plain?

twelve

This winter, it always snows endlessly.

I like snow best. I can catch rabbits, sparrows and hedgehogs. But I don't want to go anywhere. I just want to sit in my room and watch the almanac of the Three Kingdoms.

No one in the village is more obsessed with reading than me. I watch it when I walk, when I eat and before I go to bed.

There are hundreds of books piled up in my wooden box, including romantic, classical, modern and foreign. People like me have plenty of time to study. But I have no extra money to buy books. Most of the time, I borrow them from my friends and relatives.

Decades later, I still remember the beautiful salesgirl in Xinhua Bookstore in the county. That year, a poor me stole the mountains that were eager to boil in Xinhua Bookstore.

thirteen

Spring is coming, and I'm going to plow.

When spring comes, I must plow the fields that have been idle for a winter and step on the weeds, so that they will become softer and more fertile.

I drove the cows, plowed the plowshares, and carried the whip to the vast fields. All the weeds nodded and smiled at me along the way. They know that a grand spring ploughing is about to begin, the soil will wake up, turn over, and then fall asleep, waiting for the seeds to be planted safely.

That day, after plowing an acre of land, the cows were tired and I was tired. We all squatted on the grass and took a nap. At this moment, the sky is so high and the ground is so thick, and every life is enjoying the warm sunshine and quiet breathing. What a beautiful spring!

I stood up slowly, and so did the cow. It knows that childbirth will start again.

No one knows me better than a cow on the battlefield. Because I am also a cow, a grumpy bull. Eating grass and pulling carts.

fourteen

How far does a person have to go to get to the other side?

I didn't answer, just as I don't know why the stone is silent, why the raindrops cry, and why the running water is angry. They all put their pericardium up so that I can't see it.

I sat on the sand hill at the head of the village and broke branches violently.

I think it's time for me to marry a wife. Marry who? After leaving for Chrysanthemum, Jinzhi got married, and they all went to a foreign village, where money and desire were growing. I, on the other hand, keep the dreary and lonely time of soil and plants year after year.

The village is empty, and my heart has become confused.

The heart is higher than the sky, and life is thinner than paper. Fate is not in your own hands.

When God said this, I roared angrily. I have never fought for my destiny in my life.

The village is not empty, I am waiting, and my parents are there.

I know those two cypress trees in the east of the village are waiting for me until the future.