Comment on Shen Congwen's prose or novel

I don't know a few years ago, my father recommended me to read Shen Congwen's Border Town. He told me that "Border Town" was beautifully written, and it happened in Xiangxi. I haven't seen it, but I always have a hope in my heart. I know I have a long history with Border Town. Don't force, what is destined to belong to you will eventually appear at the right time and will eventually belong to you. However, Qian Qian's thousands of scattered love relationships just passed by in a hurry. They are not migratory birds in one season, and when they leave, they will never come back. Think of the old boatman's words: "What are you afraid of? Everything that comes will come, don't be afraid! " Behind such strength and courage, isn't it a kind of helplessness to life? Many times, there is really nothing we can do.

The story told in Border Town is both sad and touching. It has no thrilling plot or heartbreaking touching scene, but it is delicate and real, like a gentle silk thread, which touches a corner of your heart and makes you cry unconsciously.

Xiangxi has such a beautiful scenery: the clear river reflects the messy gravel at the bottom of the water; The breeze blows through the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound; The milky mist floats shyly in the twilight night ... The scenery is soft and quiet, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, and there is a kind of beauty that stands out from the dust, like an idyllic poem floating from the depths of the nymphs.

Yes, pastoral, the pastoral artistic conception that has always permeated the novel. I have seen many tall buildings and mansions, and I am used to the traffic here. My heart longs for a distant land. Xiangxi written by Shen Congwen is a paradise vaguely outlined in my mind.

People say that human feelings are like water; People say the world is cold. In this world, there are so many people who are calculating others for their own interests, wearing hypocritical masks, or doing dishonest or intentional activities. Humanity should be the sweetest thing in the world. However, in the materialistic stone forest, how much truly pure humanity do we have? It's too transparent to dye any dust. However, people who work hard all day in big cities are unable to take care of them and can only let the dust gradually bury. Honest burial breeds fraud, and kind burial breeds evil. Too many virtues in human nature are blocked in a corner of the soul, but do tired urbanites still have leisure to open them? Maybe many people have begun to forget. Forgetting is not a sin, but if we let them become memories and yesterday's possession, it will be a human tragedy!

The human feelings in Border Town are like water, but they are not as light as water samples, but as pure as rivers in western Hunan and Ming Che. While reading, I felt the fragrance of human nature. Cui Cui and grandpa are guarding the ferry together, living alone and taking care of each other. Grandpa realized that he was old, worried that Cui Cui would be left unattended after her death, and always worried about her marriage. A girl of fifteen or sixteen will inevitably be shy of her youth. Grandpa couldn't say clearly, just looked at it from a distance and asked carefully. He is really good for Cui Cui, but he doesn't know that his excessive care and love delayed the happiness of Cui Cui's life.

We all need love, but sometimes love can be a burden. Parents will always be the people who love children the most in the world. They put up with hardships and spend their whole lives just to avoid all disasters and have a bright smile for their children. Their dedication is selfless, but there is always something in their hearts, eager for their children to stay with them for a long time. Watching children grow up bit by bit is the deepest comfort for parents. However, the long road of life, ultimately, depends on their own to complete. I don't believe that people who will accompany you for life will really exist. Therefore, when the love of parents gradually becomes a stumbling block for children to travel around the world, and when the love of loved ones finally entangles our long journey, we become so powerless and helpless. How should the weak wings that have been in the shadow of their parents for a long time resist the wind and rain alone? How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? Really, we can't afford too much affection!

The whole novel is condensed into three beautiful Dragon Boat Festival in three years. That night three years ago, the unexpected meeting between Cui Cui and Raú l Northon buried the feelings in her heart. Young and ignorant, in love, but how do you know that you are alone at the ferry, waiting for someone who may never come back! Somehow, is there really a cycle of years? The mother's tragedy is repeated in her daughter. Are our busyness and haste really in vain? Looking down at the fine lines in the palms, I was at a loss: we have come all the way, but who knows where the road ahead leads? Fortunately, Shen Congwen's ending still left hope. "Maybe he will never come back. Maybe he will come back tomorrow." The story ended in sadness without being hurt, and ended in sadness.

The elder and the elder are outstanding young people in the tea cave, but they fall in love with the same girl in the depths of the ocean. The pure land of soft water in Xiangxi nourishes two open hearts. Love is full, how can we tolerate hatred to interfere? No intrigue, no enemies, mutual encouragement and mutual humility. Tianbao went first, so he said Jeannot would go. The night when they met to sing for Cui Cui was very touching. Raul's singing is as beautiful as bamboo finches in the mountains. From the moment he spoke, the elder had predicted his own fate. We walked with two hearts, but when we came back, one was heartbroken. In order to fulfill the younger brother, the elders decisively left.

Two Gemini stars, one at this end and the other at that end. The ruthless Dongting Lake swallowed up the natural forest, leaving only the Nuo on the shore to wait and see. Half of his enthusiasm disappeared with his brother's death, and his inner remorse covered up the other half. On a lonely morning, my parents left quietly, looking for their own way of life with full pain.

How simple and sincere the feelings of the two brothers are! I don't know what people will do in the face of their opponents. Is it jealousy? Is it slander? Even killing people. Why deprive another person of his right to life? Is it because he (she) made the same choice as me in love? Love should be pure. He who is willing to have blood on his hands in order to get love does not deserve love at all, because he does not respect love. Compared with natural forest protection and Nuosong, how shameful such people should be!

Later, the story should be over. Grandpa's death left Cui Cui completely lonely, so lonely that she couldn't find anyone to talk to. There is only a lonely figure left on the ferry in Bixi, and she is still watching intently. ...

The story is written now, but it is full of sadness in the bones. It turns out that separation can be so close, and everything you once owned can be instantly empty. The tentacles of time are so thin and long that everyone thinks that we are children taken care of by time. Waiting in the distance is a vicissitudes that cannot be turned back! However, as long as there is hope, there will always be the dawn of tomorrow. As time goes by, counting the days that become distant and beautiful in the gaze of memories, life goes on like this. Isn't that how Dumas ends in The Count of Monte Cristo: "Please remember: wait and hope!"