Bian Yufang | The subconsciousness extended the help of the years on the end of the years

Under the title of "Benefits from Peking University and Time", under the title of "people have fate and the book also has destiny", it was written in the three souls of the souls of the middle school period: "Mirror Flower Fresh", "Pushkin Collection", "The Flame of Revenge".

The reason why the soul is dreaming is that in addition to the content, it is still the story of the book; it turns out that the story is often more difficult to forget than the plot.

"Mirror Flower" is watching in a bookstore with a lunch break. Its "eating" process of hunger and thirst, so that I have retained the two understanding of the two people, and the free reading of the free reading The air, the time that solidifies at time.

"Pushkin Collection" was made in the work of earning money, and then the stolen itself. The two copper coins from the seller have only bought the hand. Since then, the mountains and the north are accompanied by me and still stand on my bookshelf.

"The Flame of Revenge" was exchanged with the girls who bought it in Nanjing. The girls in the previous seat were exchanged. After a few years, they were accidentally intercepted when they were presented to others in Changsha. Suddenly, I was convinced that the book "did not leave me. Even if I was sold as a waste paper, I was thrown into the furnace to burn, and I still got along with me." No one goes away. "

In addition, there is a book, a thin collection of poems. It is the earliest poem I have been in contact with Western narrative. It has a deeper impact and farther. flow".

However, it is annoying, but until I write "Peking University and Time", the name, author name, translator name, and the names of the male and female protagonists are all taken away by time harvesters, which has become the "four nothing" of "four nothing". Book.

Although the book is unknown, its storyline is always entangled on the stage of my memory. According to the traceability of his later years, the outline is like this:

In the northeast corner of the distant and distant North American continent, there is a bay surrounded by virgin forests. There are a group of French immigrants living next to the bay. They stay away from the hustle and bustle and live a Taoyuan life with "I don't know if there is a Han, no matter the Wei and Jin dynasties".

The protagonist is a pair of sunny boys and girls, green plums, and no guess. That day, in the Ode to the love of Heavenly Father and the blessings of the villagers, they are working together to enter the palace of marriage.

On the eyes of this section, the wind and clouds changed. Their revenge in her hometown in Europe, and a British army came in. The British guy implemented a comprehensive occupation of the local area and announced that the villagers had become prisoners. The punishment followed was to make them all out of their homes and dispersed into Britain's colonies in the south.

The newlywed couple was dismantled by this and flowed to the vast and wild hinterland of the New World. Later, the two sides started Huang Quan's hard search. Sometimes the horizon and the ends of the world, looking at it. Sometimes passing by, things are contrary to their wishes. In the end of the years, in a blink of an eye, the two entered the adults by the teenager, and they entered the elderly from the adults. One day, God arranged for two people to meet. His wife's identity is a nun, who cares at a poverty -stricken home. Her husband was a severe patient in the plague, curled up in the couch, dying. Suddenly, his wife recognized the critical husband, such as thunderous, sad. The husband also recognized his wife. He was so weakened that he couldn't speak, and only tried to squeeze a smile. Then, he leaned his head in the wife's arms and closed his eyes peacefully, forever, forever.

I admit that the Western version of Meng Jiangnv sees her husband and pokes my tear glands.

Meng Jiangnu cried through the ages and cried down the Great Wall.

What are the cries of this resentment of blue eyes?

I can't say.

If you ca n’t say it, leave the aftertaste, and look forward to the years slowly chewing the question mark or an exclamation mark.

After reading the book, let it go.

To be precise, the book is borrowed from the county library.

However, in the next middle school years, I often think of that picture, that plot.

Self -explanation is mostly because of one of the illustrations. A pair of newcomers and villagers dance in the orchard. I use my strange eighteen century sketches. I am curious, copy, and repeated many times. When it comes to the niche of the brain, the sense of picture is better than the story.

I still think of it into college. That's because (the wishful thinking) translator is a college student, surnamed Li, who studied in the English major of the North and Western language department; the boys' dormitory of the Western language department is in the forty Zhai.

There are two right -handed students who stayed in school in the Western language department. I was responsible for cleaning the corridor. I even thought that the translator may be one of them.

Leaving the campus and walking into the society, I still think of it -this is the moisture of literature silent. I have unknowingly by the soul of the chief poem. Although I came along, I gradually lost its title and name. ... However, its breath is still there, and Fang Xin is still there, which is enough to make me "the long -term acacia, and the short phase is endless."

For example, in 2002, the first tour of the United States, self -driving, from New York to Boston, seeing a green tree hidden in the villagers, villagers held a party in the grass. Pass immediately and watch it. I understand that the scene in front of me evokes my stuns about the chief poem and the illustration.

For example, at home at home, go to the park to take a walk after dinner, see the dance fans accompanied by the noise, and a depression, and fell into the memory whirlpool of the nine turn.

One day -this is September 2021 -when the familiar and blurred scene flashed again, it is a hint of this hint: the youth years have not left the field, and I still follow me at a certain corner.

Applying a ready -made words, this is called book affection. So search online. The network is a magical treasure trove. The massive information of the thousands of worlds is almost all available. However, it requires keywords, such as the title, the author, and the translator, which is equivalent to the spoon of the door. I can't take out a spoon, search website Aimo help.

Instead, he asked for a cross -department alumni group of Peking University, and there was a lot of knowledge here. Unfortunately, this "Four Nothing" books are unsatisfactory even if the masters are unable to do it.

Inspect the point under the lamp, consciously act Meng Lang, an old man, who is looking for a reading object when the love sinus is opened.

It's night, the sound of rain outside the window is gurgling. In the dream, see a book "Red Words", open, close, open, close ... and feel strange. "Red Words" is Hawthorne's novel. I read it in the early years. , Related to oppression of religious oppression, how can I think of it tonight?我试着析梦：白日所思，是失落在时光长河的一份情缘，《红字》或许和我要找的对象有关；之所以打开又合上，因为我已忘了具体内容，连一句I couldn't think of it, I couldn't provide more help.

From the morning, he checked Hawthorne and learned that he and the poet Lang Fero were classmates in the university.

If there is Shenqi, immediately change the Cha Lang Fero. Sure enough, it is mentioned in the introduction--

One day, a priest friend of Hawthorne had dinner with Lang Fero.

During the meeting, the pastor said that he wanted to persuade Hawthorne to write a story told by a lady in his parish as a novel, and Hawthorne did not agree.

The story is as follows: In the early years, when the British army dispelled the Aja tribe, a girl with her just engaged in the turmoil. They have been looking for each other in exile for many years. Finally, I met in a hospital. At this time, the husband was lying on the bed, his life was dying, and he was about to break his breath.

Lang Fero was moved by this story, especially the loyalty of the hostess. He said to Hawthorne: "If you don't want to write a novel with it, let me use it to write a poem."

Lang Fero created the world -famous "Ivan Gilin".

Ha ha! This is called "stepping on iron shoes without looking for it, and I have to work hard." What I want to find is "Ivan Gilin".

In an instant, as if a blocked blood vessels in the brain suddenly dredged, the details related to the past in the past of "Ivan Gilin" were activated. Luo published "Ivan Gilin" in 1847, and Hawthorne published "Red Words" in 1850. I remember the translator ...

Card shell. The translator's surname is Li, Li or what he still can't remember. This matter is not difficult. With the name of the author and the title of the book, according to the picture, the online searches will be obtained: the translator is Li Pingzheng, the student of the Western language department of Peking University, professional, not the English that I want to take it for granted, but French. so, what happened? Is "Ivan Gilin" translated from French? Ah no, it turned out that Li Pingzheng learned English in the early days. During World War II, he served as an English translation of the army in Myanmar.

Fortunately! "Ivan Gilin" finally revealed his true body and quickly went online.

Baidu shows that there is only one original English version on sale.

The Chinese version is out of stock.

We asked Wenyou Li Hui to appear. He was young and familiar with the network path. Not long, Li Hui reported that he successfully scored a copy. In June 1958, the seller was in Nanning.

Oh my god! I read "Ivan Gilin" in the late autumn of 1958. At that time, I dropped out of school and turned to literature in loneliness -to me, most of them were this version.

Since the end of the poem, since Nanning, maybe I have been waiting for me, waiting for me to make an ardent call.

Order immediately.

Three days later, the express delivery came to the door.

The cover is covered with stamps, which is a collection of junior high schools in Guangxi.

I did not read it immediately, but burned the incense with my hands, respectfully inserted in the bookshelf.

"Oh my god, I can't think of seeing it again in this life."

People and books have fate, and books are also fate with people.

对 Following a flower armor, to me, the important thing is to relive the old book, but it is my first love for literature.

Every first love is rosy.

Jinse has no final fifty strings, one strings and one pillar of Si Hua Nian.

Who should thank you?

Thanks Li Hui, thank you for the network, the two helped me dream.

In addition, the most gratitude is the hidden subconscious.

I read the anecdote of Hawthorne and Langfello earlier. However, the image was covered by the dust of the years, and it was unprepared and entered a state of forgetting. This time, I was determined to find, and I subconsciously stretched out my hands on the end of the years, directed me to Hawthorne, and then led to Lang Fero.

In life, there is often a kind of intuition, unknown prophets, and repeatedly. People are accustomed to attributing it to the magical calculation, and the stolen is a subconscious grip. The subconscious is like a sleeping friend. When a thought is hot and burned, it will wake up. Then, with its unique illusion, it will give people guidance.

The subconscious is a computer that comes with its own, and is more affectionate than the computer.

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