Appreciation of Local Style Prose

The wind is always ahead of us, so it has a better chance to see what happened in front. Even if we don't tell the people behind us, we will definitely feel something or have an early warning. The following is my appreciation of rural prose, hoping to help everyone.

Appreciation of rural style prose 1 Only people born and raised in rural areas can understand rural style.

The wind in the country smells. In spring, there is a warm and pleasant smell, which is the overwhelming romance of jasmine in spring. In summer, it exudes a strong intoxicating fragrance, which is a thick and complicated pomegranate flower. In autumn, the mature and rich fragrance diffuses, and what is brought to the distance by the autumn wind is the aloof and indifferent powder of marigold. In the middle of winter, the refreshing loneliness is flying, and the fragrant soul of red plum invading the skin is in full bloom in the cold, decorating the vast and desolate land of Wan Li's frozen northland.

The wind in the country has one characteristic. In early spring, the pace of impatience is like a toddler in the country, with some urgency and impulsiveness. In midsummer, thunder, lightning, lightning, storms and ups and downs are like the fiery masculinity of rural boys. The autumn wind in late autumn lifted the fallen leaves of the harvested straw in the field and wandered around to the greatest extent, which really resembled the maturity and broadmindedness of middle-aged men. The north wind whistling in the winter is like a lonely old man, introverted and open-minded in the dusk and falling snow in the countryside.

The wind in the country is very tasty. When it is angry, it will never indulge in its own sadness, throwing up loess and silt to fascinate people's eyes. It always gracefully avoids pedestrians, bypasses houses and ponds, and throws trivial things into ruins and fields. I don't play tricks on people when they are excited. I will always shake hands with you like a gentleman, with a rose-like fragrance in my hand. Or simply have a trendy fashion, make out on your cheek and leave the taste of gum on your face. It will not forget its responsibilities and obligations in calm days and clear the road from rural areas to mountainous areas.

The wind in the countryside is thoughtful. Xiaoman and Mangzhong are busy in the fields with their fellow villagers in the solar terms. In order to prevent the timely rain from drying the surface, the villagers went to that place to plant mud. I've been busy for a few days, so my fellow villagers can plant beside me. Seeing that the young man who couldn't work didn't squeeze the corn seeds into the dug mud pit, he rushed over and blew off the pink seeds covered with pesticides. The seeds fell into the mud pit impartially, saved water, naturally emerged well, and the crops soon arched out of the ground. Seeing that boys and girls in rural areas are ashamed to speak their minds, they blow the charming smell of girls and the smell of sunshine on boys into each other's breath, so that they can have a desire for love from the bottom of their hearts, thus stimulating their impulse to hug each other and harvesting a sweet and happy feeling. Of course, in rural areas, people are the last to reveal secrets, and they will calmly hide and wrap them up first. Unless those people ignore their own families or destroy others' families, they will reveal those secrets and ambiguities that are difficult to say. If someone marries a daughter-in-law, she will also join in the celebration, dragging up crackling firecrackers, and the scene is very lively. In the days of traditional temple fairs in rural areas, as long as the gongs and drums of the troupe are played together on the stage, it will deliberately amplify the sound and let the lingering music spread to all corners.

The wind in the country is skilled. It will look for pests and diseases on that tree in the field in early spring, and then report this information to woodpeckers to kill pests. When the villagers are ready to go fishing on the river, they untie the rope but can't push the wooden boat. It will kindly push and help enthusiastically, so the villagers pull the boat into the water effortlessly. The villagers were all exhausted when they came back from fishing. It was he who kindly encouraged Bai Fan to help carry the full harvest home. In the days of building a house, masons daub mud on the walls. If there is no smooth place, as long as it is seen, even when the masons take a lunch break, it is empty and perfect.

Anyone who wants to appreciate the true nature of the country wind will follow its footsteps and come to the depths of the country.

Brief introduction of the author

Ge Hailin, pen name Ke Biao and Yu Hai, member of China Prose Society, member of China Prose Writers Association, member of Shanxi Writers Association, chairman of Pingding Writers Association, graduated from Beijing Film Academy with a major in scriptwriting. Poetry, prose and novels are scattered in Canadian literary newspapers and periodicals such as North American Maple, Prose World, China Prose, Prose Poetry World, Shanxi Daily, Sanjin Metropolis Daily and Taiyuan Daily. The reportage Dongsheng was published by China Federation of Literary and Art Circles Press. The novel monograph "Ground Fire" was published by Writers Publishing House; On June 5438+1October 65438+May, 2009, Yellow River magazine of Shanxi Writers Association held a seminar on the novel Ground Fire in Yangquan. Poetry has won the Excellence Award in the National Youth Short Poetry Competition and the third prize in the Provincial Staff Poetry Competition. He was selected for the World Chinese Poetry Exhibition, the National Invitation Exhibition of Literary Artists' Works to Welcome the 60th Birthday of the Motherland, The Good Earth by Shanxi Trade Union, and Love between Heaven and Earth, a large-scale collection of poems commemorating Wenchuan Earthquake. At the end of 2009, he was named the poet of China in 2009 by China Poetry Online. Prose won the Excellent Works Award in the first "Harmony Cup" National Prose Creation Competition on the 90th anniversary of the founding of the Party. Selected in Selected Works of Young and Middle-aged Writers in Shanxi. The novel won the first prize at the Golden Autumn Writing Pen Meeting of China Writers in 20 10, and was selected into the China Writers' Writing Series 20 10 China Writers' Winning Works Collection.

Appreciation of Pastoral Prose Part II: The wind of Shan Ye comes from afar. When it blew across the land of northern Shaanxi, its pace had to slow down. Facing this ravine, undulating ditches, promontories, mountains, beams ... the wind hesitates. I seem to be thinking and choosing, and I seem to be confused by this special loess landform. I don't know how to complete the narrative of a place. As a result, its once unruly character gradually became gentle. It first looked down from a white cloud for a while, then landed on a ridge, and finally ran down the hillside happily like a naughty child, splashing melodious dust behind it. Finally, it blew into the village, and then stopped, on a tree top, or on a stone mill, or on someone's shoulder, like me, temporarily fascinated by this beautiful village, or wandering around idly.

About all the year round, the wind blows down from the same hillside, then bypasses a small ravine, passes through the dense jujube forest, and finally returns gently from an evening like a shepherd boy.

If it is spring, the wind will go slower.

Too many fresh things on the earth will make the wind forget his responsibility for a while, just like a naughty child who forgets to go home, he will feel the buds of weeds that have just emerged from the soil with great interest, or wake a hibernating caterpillar from the furrow with the farmers, and then urge it to leave here as soon as possible to avoid being injured by the hooves or sharp points of cattle pulling plows. It walks slowly and carefully on the earth, caring and paying attention to every bird or all waking life.

Whenever the breeze blows, the earth will show fresh vitality, as if without the call of the wind, more life will be immersed in sleep, or miss the assembly number born this spring. Sometimes, the wind has to shout loudly on every hill, even rudely, pushing and shoving, which makes those slow-witted guys suddenly wake up and then begin to arrange their spring trips with great interest.

The wind has arranged the affairs of the mountain river, and then it will slowly blow into the village. At this time, I am like a kind person, with slow steps and gentle mood. It will look at those children who have just taken off their cotton-padded clothes and put on spring clothes, then touch their red faces, stroke their foreheads and leave the sea, with eyes full of love and hope; Sometimes, it will push open the door of this house or that house, then wander around a yard for a while, or pat the dust on the bedding hanging on the wire, Doby crouches on the old flower cat on the windowsill, and then play a sweet country music of "rustling" on the hemp paper in the window lattice ... as if it were also a part of the country, it blended beautifully with everything in the country.

It teases the smoke from every chimney, and sometimes blows the smoke from two separated families. It also drifted from the brain of this family to the brain of that family, which made the two families standing on the alkali side feel helpless and introverted to show their desire for reconciliation.

Then the two neighbors really made up. I don't know what caused the two families to get back together, and I don't know if there is any relationship between the two families. However, the beauty in simple folk customs is bound to be related to some kind of breeze.

I have heard the wind play all kinds of wonderful music with all kinds of musical instruments in the countryside.

On some nights, the wind is best at blowing sweet and crisp whistles. Listening through the window, the sound is near or far, light or heavy, just like an affectionate man standing on the ridge facing his favorite girl's cave, blowing an emotional folk song. Sometimes, with the help of a wire, a leaf, a farm tool, a bucket and a string of bronze bells, the wind can skillfully play many beautiful and simple country music. Sometimes, accompanied by cuckoo, the bleating of lambs, cheerful children's voices after school and beautiful musical genius Feng Neng skillfully combine these rural elements perfectly, and then create a series of classic folk songs handed down from generation to generation or from the whole village year after year.

In those windy years, the land in northern Shaanxi is still as passionate as wheat and fire every year. Of course, in the blowing wind, there is one more syllable, which is the ancient wheat sound. Today, wheat is extinct in the land of northern Shaanxi, just like a tune without notes. No matter how hard the wind tries, it can't accurately express some intonation of that ancient folk song in the wheat fragrance season. Because of this, the wind seems to be more depressed than us. Sometimes, standing on the top of the hill is unwilling to blow, just like a person who has been wandering for many years and feels strange and melancholy in the face of his dilapidated home.

However, no matter how fast the pace of the times moves outside the mountains, the wind still seems confident for some time.

In spring, every spring, the wind will come as scheduled, blowing all the way from afar, as long as it blows through a field, a flower in the field will bloom; As long as you blow through a cornfield, the young crops on the cornfield will be green; As long as it blows into the small mountain village, people in the mountain village begin to get busy. People began to repair farm tools, prepare fertilizers, and even spared no expense to build a stupa and invite a Buddha in their busy schedule, and then burn incense, bow down and pray in the way passed down by their ancestors ... Let God give farmers trust in the land and trust themselves, and then confidently drive cattle and donkeys to spring and the earth.

The wind blows through the four seasons in the countryside, and the notes of the countryside gather in the four seasons.

The summer wind blows through the dense locust tree shade, blowing off the moonlight and falling on adults or children enjoying the cool; The wind chased the children chasing fireflies from one end of the country to the other, and then came back with the fragrance of jujube flowers, dandelions and wild chrysanthemums. When the kerosene lamp goes out and the wind blows enough paper, knock once or twice on the bell string of the bronze cow hanging under the eaves, then find a tree or a field and be quiet alone.

When the wind stopped, the night became quieter. Only the moonlight patrolled the corner of the village, and I saw a grass quietly pulling out a new leaf. A cat chased a defeated mouse and played a life-and-death game on the ruins. In whose yard, weeds are so sad that even the bright moonlight can't cover up the rusty iron lock and the cold warmth of the lost home. Perhaps, the former owner is wandering under the night in other places, looking for the aura of dreams on the edge of the city with homesickness. However, who knows if this is a wise choice, just like the wind blowing over the land of northern Shaanxi.

In fact, the wind can see the world better than we can. He witnessed more things that happened during the day or at night, but he didn't say it. Even if people have experienced sublimation or degeneration in time, the wind is in their eyes. I believe that if one day the wind expresses what it sees and thinks about the world, the world will be suddenly enlightened in ignorance, including scarred land and scarred people. Even if it doesn't speak, we can actually understand something from its singing. It's just that many of us have been busy chasing the wind, but we have no leisure to stop and listen to the sound of the wind quietly.

The world is changing, the city is changing, and the countryside is changing ... Perhaps, only the wind has never changed.

It still trudges in the four seasons, urging seeds to germinate, rivers to thaw and flowers to bloom; It also sows seeds from one side into the soil of the other side in an ancient way, pollinates and fertilizes flowers, completes the love of a flower, and makes the earth look endless; It still whistles in the quiet night, fondling a piece of farmland, flocks of cattle and sheep, and a quiet and tranquil country night; Even if there is no one in some villages, it will come as scheduled every season, knocking on this door and blowing on that window lattice. Maybe it will rest quietly by those mills, stone mills or wells, let memories and reality get familiar with each other, or make its own judgment on history, even if we turn a blind eye.

Yes, in my opinion, Feng is more persistent, single-minded, nostalgic, traditional and wise than us. The wind is always ahead of us, so it has a better chance to see what happened in front. Even if we don't tell the people behind us, we will definitely feel something or have a warning.

At the moment, I met such a wisp of rural wind in this small mountain village, and I was fortunate to hear its dialogue with the world from its voice. Yes, its voice is full of insight into the world and deep concern for everything on earth.

It is undoubtedly wise, enlightened and mysterious. If you like, just follow a wisp of pastoral wind, you can find past lives, who found the whole pastoral world, those beautiful and ancient country folk songs that have disappeared or are about to disappear!