Look at the former residence of Aiwu

□ Yue Dinghai

It took a lot of time to visit Aiwu's former residence to visit Aiwu's former residence.

When I was a teenager, I was in my hometown. In such a poverty, remote northwest of Sichuan, in addition to busy learning and work, I preferred to read. My family is in the north street in the county seat, and through the tattered streets of less than 8 meters, there is a Xinhua Bookstore. It is where my heart is longing. When I get out of school or then return to the city for a few days, I like to soak in. in.

In this simple bookstore and the County Cultural Museum's ink -smelling library, I read many books hungry and read Ai Wu's long "South Travel" and the plain "Bai Lianchen Steel". At that time, Ai Wu's name jumped in my memory.

I have a habit of reading. After reading a book, I like to turn over the writer's native origin. For example, Sha Ting's hometown is in Li Shui in Anxian, and Aiwu's former residence is in the new complication. I was busy with my livelihood in those years, and I couldn't get time to walk around. Over the years, I have been in my spare time. When I swim in Ai Wu's former residence, it has become my first place.

Ai Wu's hometown Cui Yun Village is now in Qingliu Town, Xindu District. When the car was to Cuiyun Village, I got out of the car and looked at it, but when I saw that the Mo Mo connected, the Miao Jia was ups and downs.

Aiwu's former residence consists of a row of white walls and black tile wooden structure houses. There is no one in the courtyard. This is exactly my favorite environment.

I have seen the early photos of Aiwu. People are clear and thin, and their eyes are quiet. The whole person stands under the sun, like a high -clean bamboo, greeted by the wind, and the gentleman can be called. In the search of my husband, I dismissed the moonlight and sparkling waves about Aiwu's rivers and sparkling waves: Aiwu, Tonen Dao Geng, Sichuan Xinfan (now Qingliu Town, Xindu District). The influence of "people love society but also love themselves (love me)." In his early years, he resisted Jianli and Jianli, and ran away in southern Yunnan to Myanmar and Malaysia. He was cold along the way. Ai Wu has been a letter, miscellaneous service, sleeping on the ground, drinking residual soup, wearing straw shoes, "hanging only ink water bottle on the neck" and writing, in the dense forest in the fog of Yunnan, in the desolate hills in Myanmar, in Malaysia In the ruined black room, hungry Aiwu, chewing the dietary leaves, brewing the embryo of the toughness of Chinese wandering literature "Nan Xing Ji". In his pen, the lower -level labor people, such as wild owls, made a spiritual introduction to the Chinese people outside the mountains, and unveiled the mysterious veil of southern Yunnan.

Aiwu was uneasy. He joined the resistance organization in Malaysia and was deported by the authorities after the invaders fought for death. He exiled to Shanghai, and met classmate Sha Ting. The two rented a narrow pavilion. They used literary pen to open the dark clouds in the sky, and called for a thin sky.

Aiwu and Sha Ting collected, and wrote a letter to the literary world Kuishou, then the ABC of literary creation, and Lu Xun, who was positive and serious this time, performed gentle and wise. In this case, the teaching of "selection of materials must be strict, and deepen", so that the two literary people who live a living from Anxian, Sichuan County and the new road to Shanghai have benefited a lot. ... This is the ins and outs of Lu Xun's famous recovery of the two literary youths. It was also the origin of "Lu Guo Mao, Ba Lao Cao, Xu Yu Dai, Li Sha Ai ..." I counted it happily. On the top list of this literary world, Sichuan writers accounted for five, namely Guo Moruo, Ba Jin, Li [劼], Sha Ting, and Ai Wu.

The courtyard of Siheyuan was quiet, and I checked the life materials, physical materials, and masterpieces stored in Aiwu's life, and the masterpieces stored in the glass cabinet, "Nangxing Ji", "Hometown", "Furious Wilderness", "Bai Lian Steel" ... Some black horse lights, rust watches, white manuscripts and neat letters used by Aiwu Nanxing. The book has been yellow, rolled, and stained with water. I leaned over and looked at it. They lay there silently, telling how the clouds in Yunnan came, and how the farmers sounded the hard work of farmers. How about the flames in Ansteel's iron stove rolled up. Oh, a person's trek, a century of smoke and rain, all vividly in Ai Wu ...

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