In which book does Mr. Jia Pingwa cry for San Mao?

Young woman next door Jia Pingwa Publishing House: Writers Publishing House

Sanmao died. I don't know Sanmao, but Sanmao died when we were about to meet. Three hair messages let me send her some of my new books. Sanmao died when I delivered the book. I invited her to Xi 'an to accompany her to wander around the yellow land at will. She hasn't received the letter yet. Sanmao is dead. Sanmao's death was too sudden for me. I think Sanmao's death must be sudden, but Sanmao suddenly died, died.

How hard is it for people to live? Is it so fast to turn off the lights when people die?

Sanmao is not a beauty. She is tall and has long hair. She travels around the world with a book and a pen. Young, strong and lonely, Sanmao's charm to young people in Chinese mainland cannot be overestimated by any outsider's imagination. For many years, everyone has been talking about Sanmao everywhere, and I am one of the readers. Art exists by conquest. I worship Sanmao, a real writer. Under the lonely light in the middle of the night, I often open her book and look at that seemingly bitter face, thinking that she is a woman on the other side of the strait after all, far away, and I have no chance to wait for an interview. But it never occurred to me that on 19901February 15, the day I returned to Xi 'an from the countryside, I suddenly found an article signed by Mr. Sun Cong in Shaanxi Daily, entitled "San Mao Tan Shaanxi". Sanmao has been to Shaanxi? I don't know! After reading the article, the second half of the article was almost written for me. San Mao said, "I especially like reading the books of Shaanxi writer Jia Pingwa." She also deliberately accused me of pronouncing concave as (āo) in Mandarin, but I heard that northerners all pronounce concave (wā), which is so kind. I always pronounce flat concave (wā). She told me, "I only saw two books in Taiwan Province Province, one is Tiangou and the other is impetuous. I liked it when I read the first article. I read it three times and studied every punctuation mark. It's so interesting. His writing is strange but interesting, and I cry every time I read it. I'm going blind. The people in Shangzhou he wrote are very good. These two books are almost rotten to me. Tell him that his works are profound and I like them very much. Send me a new book in the future. I admire him very much. He is the best contemporary writer. Of course, this is just my personal opinion. He writes very well. I haven't read as many books as he has. I read them when I have time. Sometimes I just look at Pingwa's photos and study him. There are too many things in his mind ... Besides Pingwa's works, the mainland also loves to watch Zhang Xianliang and Zhong Acheng's works ... "After reading this article, I dare not be complacent about Sanmao's evaluation, but for her, as a native of Taiwan Province Province, her reputation is far from shocking. The next day, Mr. Sun Cong asked my address, and I realized that he was a reporter from the provincial radio station. 1990 10, he had a party at Huajiashan Hotel in Hangzhou, where he occasionally met San Mao. This article was met with conversation record at that time. Mr. Sun Cong told me in detail what Sanmao asked him to bring me, saying that Sanmao wanted to find me when he arrived in Xi 'an, but he didn't. He thinks, "Judging from his works, he is very interesting. Looking across the mountain, he is more mysterious. It will be boring if he sees it, but I must visit him. " It is said that next year or the year after, she will come to Xi 'an in her own name and ask me if I would lend her an old bike to accompany her around Shangzhou. She also said that she looked for my other works in several cities in Chinese mainland, but she couldn't find them. She wants me to send her some books, and she will. And jokingly said to Sun Cong, "If I level the concave surface, won't his wife be jealous? Can you cook? " He also sent me a business card, which wrote in pen: "Mr. Pingwa, your loyal reader San Mao." So, after seeing Sun Cong off, I packed four books, went to the post office and wrote back, saying that I hope she can come to Xi next year. As long as she is willing to take risks, not afraid of hardships, not afraid of wolves, can eat rough rice and dare to be unsanitary, we will ride an old car, go to places where ordinary people don't go, eat local snacks, watch local operas, attend weddings, funerals and get to know the most basic people in society. This book and this letter were posted on1February 16. I waited for Sanmao's reply for twenty days and read the news in the newspaper: Sanmao committed suicide two days ago.

Sanmao died. She died of suicide. Why did she kill herself? It is because she fully understands life, because she has completed the art she lived to contribute, because she is too lonely, or because of other reasons, which I can't understand. As a reader who loves her, I am deeply saddened. I'm sorry that she died when we were just about to meet. Can the fate of our acquaintance only be in this mysterious realm? !

Sanmao died. On the afternoon of the news release, I received many phone calls. The first sentence is: "Do you know? Sanmao is dead! " Then I was silent, and then I almost said, "She was your bosom friend, and she died ..." All these people called me after reading the articles in Shaanxi Daily. In the next few days, whenever I meet an acquaintance, I always say Sanmao to me, as if Sanmao was really my relative and came to comfort me. I sincerely thank these readers who love Sanmao. I feel honored that they came to express their regret over Sanmao's death, but I, when I sat down quietly, was at a loss and felt sad inside. I haven't seen Sanmao. I seem to dream of a woman with long hair for several nights. When I wake up, I think of my dream, and I can't help but think of the ancient painting "Luo Shen Tu". But sometimes I just don't believe Sanmao will die. Maybe everything is a rumor. Maybe one day Sanmao will really come to Xi 'an again. However, in any case, all the newspapers and broadcasts are reporting that Sanmao is dead. Walking in the street, you can always hear someone talking about Sanmao's death. Yes, she's really dead. I have to miss the talented writer in the news in the newspaper and silently wish her soul to be included in the fairy class.

Sanmao is dead, but her book is immortal. This is her charm. She used her own works and life to create a strongly stimulated Sanmao, and the strongly stimulated Sanmao's suicide enriched a writer that people will never forget.

199 1 year 65438+1October 7th.