Life vicissitudes butterfly seeking truth-the people and events I experienced.

Memories, like a pure and sweet well water, nourish our tired hearts and thirsty cells; Memories, like an altar of fragrant old wine, pick up our lost yesterday and unforgettable old things; Memory, like a rainbow on the horizon, reproduces our glorious years and the flash of life ... Memory, this person's rumination, is like making us understand, thinking, realizing and appreciating the true meaning of life-I recall, so I am here!

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It's a deep winter evening in Liu Qing, and it's also the coldest winter since I worked in Shudu for more than half a century: snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the cold wind is blowing on my face. At dusk, on the path in Cui Yun village, Liu Qing, I wandered alone on the building, lost in memories of the past. Letter hand picked up a fallen leaf and carefully studied its shape: the veins were clear, delicate and unique, in sharp contrast with the shape of the trunk. These little leaves dance in the spring breeze and sing in the hot summer sun. The raging wind, rain, thunder and lightning did not make them yield, but they looked vulnerable and helpless in the cold snow, and they could only wait helplessly to blend into the earth and become soil. Even so, they still haven't forgotten the nurturing grace of Mother Earth. They should put on beautiful costumes at the moment of falling, carry out sacred nirvana as dancers, and dedicate a silent ode to the earth. This is tragic, and it shows a kind of sublimity.

Memories of the past and the ideas that follow are like flowing on clean buildings. Suddenly, deep in my mind, Mr. Li Wenzhu, a comrade-in-arms who has known each other for more than half a century, emerged dripping with water. Isn't it? Not long ago, Wen Zhu also made a special trip to my newly-built Liu Qing Southbound Poetry Painting and Calligraphy Institute, holding a heavy manuscript of People and Things I Experienced by Fu Zi, and asked me to say a few words. The manuscript has been on the table for nearly half a month, and I have read many chapters over and over again. Reading Zhu Wen's manuscript, what I think most is that yesterday's past is always worth remembering, and all the processes and details will cause my inner tremor, like a pot of osmanthus wine, with a bleak coolness and a gloomy fragrance. Yes, the past feelings experienced by our generation, whether beautiful or heavy, are clear, full of handwriting, clear family, friendship, personnel and vicissitudes, and have always maintained the edges and corners that have not been worn away.

Strictly speaking, the people and events I experienced are the memoirs, records and records of the author's life. It quietly stirred the author-a soldier's sincere feelings and profound philosophical thoughts. Like me, Mr. Wen Zhu is the son of an out-and-out farmer, so they all have a pure heart and tell the past with their heart. Therefore, this photo memoir he wrote is developed from the following three parts: first, "Experience, the pursuit of years", in which he sometimes describes his happy childhood, youthful youth, short middle school life, unqualified peasant life and bittersweet dream of being a soldier. This paper describes his experiences of copying quotations from Chairman Mao by hand, collecting dung, training in Wuhan University "changing the bag" and "May 7th Cadre School", transferring government work, paying food expenses, acting as a military station, studying in Erlang Mountain and Radio and TV University, attending military school in Beijing, participating in the merger and reorganization of "two districts" and working as a secretary. The second is "Life has gone through many vicissitudes", in which he is forgetful and thoughtful about his retirement, his father, mother, children, family training, the maintenance of his interpersonal relationship, his mentality and health, his experience and teaching, his association with reading, his acquisition of wisdom, his test of life, and his feelings about playing mahjong and drinking. The third is "Imagery, Seeking Truth in the Spring and Autumn Period", which traces his hard footprints, work pursuits, anecdotes about frontier fortress, and pearl hunting abroad, and details his affectionate brotherhood, sunset glow, etc ... I silently read this memoir of Mr. Wen Zhu about the past, feelings and life, and my eyes can't help but get wet. The author is unpretentious and eloquent, loyal to his own conscience, to the land under his feet, to his own pursuit of nature, and to his own life and soul. It can be said that reading and reading-just like I caught a glimpse of a swallow coming back with mud in the morning rain, and I heard a kingfisher singing in the bamboo forest outside the window, which made me taste a touch of fragrant tea and opened a soul full of charm. Really touched, that kind of deep taste is unique.

Yes, Mr. Wen Zhu wrote about his childhood, strict father's loving mother, brothers and sisters, mentors and friends, military comrades-in-arms, or his growing process, homesickness, looking back on the years, bumpy life, life consciousness and so on. , all from their own true feelings. It will always be plain, calm, simple and plain, and it can be called a real pastoral "rice grain". I regard the memory of Zhu Wen as a long letter between friends and an essay. As we all know, China's profound traditional culture has prepared fertile soil for the author's essay memoirs. Confucianism says, "Take Tao as the aim, virtue as the basis, benevolence as the basis, and swim in art". As a resting place of life, art can make people get rid of the fetters of material desires and reach the realm of spiritual freedom, thus achieving the goal of self-discipline and self-cultivation. Taoism says that "there is great beauty in heaven and earth without saying anything". The great beauty of heaven and earth dominates eternal time and infinite space, realizing invisibility and everything can be cured, symbolizing absolute spiritual freedom. The only way to great beauty is aesthetic comprehension, eliminating distractions and experiencing the endless changes of nature with your heart. Zen says, "All laws are born of the mind". The heart belongs, and the spirit is muddy. The Zen spirit revealed by the "quiet crowd moving and empty scenery" exhausts the dialectics of truth and falsehood in individual spiritual perception. Wen Zhu is a prose memoir, which is closely related to the traditional culture of China, and emphasizes the power of "heart" and "truth". To tell the truth, as a writer with will, Wen Zhu tried to say what he wanted to express, but in order to make his feelings real and touching, he kept looking for materials from the "real" life, so as to be unique according to his own ideas. The author's memories convey a life full of true feelings and unique perspectives, that is, an understanding of life that is difficult to express in words. Really, Mr. Wen Zhu's narrative is based on "mind" and "truth". What it presents to readers is not only the truth of superficial phenomena and life itself, but also the truth of the author's feelings, which is natural and heartfelt and enlightens readers.

I have often thought in recent years that it is enough to meet a bosom friend in life. The ancients Guan Zhong said, "Those who fly without wings are also vocal, and those who have no roots are also affectionate." In plain words, those who can fly without wings are vocal, and those who have no roots are friends. Mr. Wen Zhu and I were born at the same time, and we have worked together in the Logistics Department of Chengdu Military Region for more than ten years, which lasted for more than half a century. His character, work and knowledge are respected. Although I was transferred to the Political Department of the Military Region as the Deputy Chief of Staff of the Logistics Command, they are still brothers and have deep feelings. Today, I read Wen Zhu's memoirs as my brother. Wen Zhu wrote about a happy childhood. The narrative of "shabby adobe houses, leaking air and rain, not avoiding cold and heat, and parents are scared every time it rains" seems to think of childhood families; In summer, I often go fishing in the river with my neighbor's children, climb trees to pick fruits, kick shuttlecock, fight chicken and play hide-and-seek in winter. In addition to eating and sleeping, other adults don't care about anything, making you crazy, free and happy "is more straightforward and true, completely reviving my interesting situation as a teenager." The indignation of being "transferred" to Wuhan University, suffering from unhealthy trends, also resembles the situation that I was framed and criticized in the army, and it is often heartbreaking to recall; In particular, I participated in the "May 7th Cadre School" exercise, and my life in Chongzhou huaiyuan town Farm Cadre School will be engraved in my heart for the rest of my life. There are countless experiences in Wen Zhu's memoirs, and he knows the hardships. However, remembering the past, remembering the past, is the author's own attitude towards life, surpassing life, and is a brilliant note played on the strings of life in the Spring and Autumn Period. Let people read it with an emotional touch, a kind of innocence that wants to say goodbye. Really, readers will naturally be inspired by the author's life track and learn the courage and strength to struggle; Can draw life from ordinary and extraordinary life, emerge desire from setbacks, show light in the dark, and produce desire from pain. ...

Years, lost in the old calendar of years. Love at first sight, looking back is a lifetime. It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and those people and things I have experienced is a collection of documentary works by Mr. Wen Zhu, whose Fu Zi is not only the beginning of the author's life, but also a leap in his life. Generally speaking, Mr. Wen Zhu made a bow by tracing his past feelings, holding an arrow that "played the residual heat" and shot far away. In my knowledge: true friends are umbrellas in the rain and clothes in the snow. Maybe Wen Zhu and I are friends and bosom friends in the army, so we are full of hope for him: like a Lingyun Shan Ying, spread the wings of life and fly higher and farther between the heavens and the earth of life!

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