Su vicness ｜ I live a lifetime, that is, I have made such people around me.

A few days ago, the new book "Meeting Tree" in Jiangnan prose master Su vicissitudes was launched by People's Literature Publishing House. This is the first selection collection of the 35th works of Su vicness prose.

Su vicness has a gentle and quiet heart, and has a pair of eyes that are good at discovering the beauty of all things. Even if she has a small perspective, she can be tapped by her solemn and calm power, praised as "the sound of natural nature in prose." The beauty of words slowly flows in the author's pen, and is eye -catching. Whether it is the mountains and rivers of the hometown islands, the ancient villages and towns on the south of the river, or the Wilderness Gobi and the ancient city ruins outside the northwest. Faced with the true self.

Fate is countless long encounter and recognition. Life is countless accidents and inevitable farewell. Go into the book and let these words flowing out of the author take you to meet trees, meet everything, meet the source of peach blossoms in your heart, and meet yourself the best.

Water edge

When it was three hours and thirty -three minutes away from zero, I pushed my toes into the river of 17 degrees. Compared to the temperature that is still hot after the beginning of autumn, a river seems to have entered the late autumn in advance, in order to make people caught off, gently bite the tip of the toes, and move up a little bit, and go deep inward, until it spread to the closest to the top of the head, the closest to the top of the head The cells in the sky were like the top, and the heat waves suddenly calmed down.

On the first day of July of the lunar calendar, there was no moon. I stretched out my hand and touched Xin Anjiang's face, but I couldn't see its look and appearance. The distant mountains are like ink, the lights are sparse, and the water surface is slightly hidden, but I clearly smell its breathing. The fish that jumped out of the water, the fishey gills were weak. I turned on the mobile phone flashlight and stared at a water grass gently slipping through my instep with the water flow, so I saw the true face of a river water on the instep. Time, bring me into the year of knowing destiny.

Yes, the last day I was 49 years old, less than three hours from my 50th birthday. Because of its coincidence, Yijiangshui will witness a ordinary woman to start a new journey of life. Twenty years ago, for the first time, I came to Xin'an River to write "Walking with the Fog" for the shocking Bai Sha Qi mist: "I walk around the river, and the fog is walking along the river. The two women of the same age are walking side by side, very close. But I always have some kind of dirty. The fog is simple, but I am not. I have such desires and troubles. The silent language made me feel that I became a caught in Yaotai for the time being, and forgot everything in the vulgar world. "How lively the world became more than 20 years later, and the river was still so quiet, cool, clear, thin and thin , Quiet, even clear. I patted it gently with his heels, the water splashed my body, and the hungry skin sighed, like a dried soil sucking rainwater, like the first snow.

This Jiang constant temperature is 17 degrees of water, which originated from the Huaiyu Mountains in Anhui, flowing through Xiu Ning, Huangshan, Jiande, Tonglu, Fuyang, to Hangzhou Bay, and finally reached the sea. Chunjiang, the downstream is called the Qiantang River. Wherever you go, "the wind and smoke are clean, the mountains and the mountains are colorful. From the flow of the flowing, the west of the things ... the strange mountains are different, the world is unique" (Wu Jun's "Zhu Yuan Si Shu") Li Bai groaned on the river "Qingxi Qingxi Qing's heart, water color is different. Ask the Xin'an River, what's the case. For more than two decades, Xin'an River water, Baisha Qiwu, Meicheng Ancient Town and Shili lotus, like floating barrels, often float in the deep wells of my memory, exuding the taste of water plants.

At this moment, I was sitting with Yijiangshui, as if two women of the same age were talking about their knees, very close. But I still feel a little bit dirty. Jiang Shui is quiet, but I am not. For more than two decades, I still have such desires and troubles. Even though Yijiang Shui used her silent language to make me feel like a fairy on Yaotai for the time being, I still couldn't really let go of everything in the world.

Some people came up in the dam behind me, playing mobile phones, chatting, running, getting closer and gradually drifting away. An old man fishing shrimp with a flash electrical mesh pocket, and a few shrimps that were not much bigger than melon seeds, and said to the turtles at home. He comes over to fish shrimp every day, saying that in the direction of water flow and waterweed. A boy called Grandpa loudly on the shore, and he picked up the tools and left. There are five holes in the arch bridge across the strait. From the farthest hole, the high -end tone of the drama came from the farthest hole. As the wind was burned and extinguished. In addition to these voices, the world is clearly shuttled in other voices from ancient times -Lao Tzu is groaning "Shangshan Ruo Shui", and Confucius is lamenting "wise people to water, benevolent Leshan", "the deceased is like a husband, not day and night"; Mencius is in Think of "the source of the source, do not give up day and night, and then go forward, letting go of the four seas. If there is this, it is the one." Can cover the boat "; Zhuangzi and Huizi swim on the beams and start a debate about the music of fish ... The Zixu Ferry, not far from this, circulating two legends about Wu Zixu: he fled all the way, After encountering an old man and a gurgling girl, after asking for their help, they begged them to keep secrets for them. Unexpectedly, the two resolutely sank in the river and made their minds ("Fisherman's Nobel. Several steps, Gu Shi Fishermen have covered the boat from sinking from the river water "," Er Rongcha, I beg for begging. I am full of belly and drowned. Ten years later, Qianjin reported virtue "). Pingshui meets, with life as a letter, which is sighing. No fish can taste the taste of the water itself. For thousands of years, who can say clearly, is the water made people, or the people have achieved water? A foot far away from me, sitting on the two friends of the same age, one from the north, the other from the south, the other is a man, and the other is a woman, because a cultural affairs are here. People with similar aura sitting in the water inadvertently, and inadvertently accompanied me to cross a small period of special time in my life. We drink water, she said, really sweet, there is no smell of fishy smell. He read the phrase "Yizhiyi, the wind dances, and the chanting."

I watched the two of them who were stunned by a river, like I saw myself who was stunned by a river more than twenty years ago. The people who love literature and literature related to literature are like a baby who has just given birth to himself. Twenty years have passed, this person has changed a little, anxious, tired, and doubtful, but still loves, and only live for love: love family, love literature, love Cangsheng. Xin'an River quietly flows to the door of Qiantang River. At this time, Ziye is approaching, and the new journey of life is about to start. Sitting in the upstream, she looks at her who lives downstream. The appearance -in the water side, it is calm and peaceful.

When the high -end drama was obliterated in the stronger night, we would meet more Wenyou by the water. At the beginning of the child, they sang a happy birthday song for me. A senior sang a period of Jingyun Drum "Ugly Mo Yin Chu". 、, Dense, straight into Xiaohan ... "He also said a while to say a single cross talk that everyone laughed at the table. He did not drink alcohol, but he drank beer tonight. There are also friends who sang Peking opera and the English tone mixed with Jiangxi accent. These people who are not particularly familiar with each other but they also love literature. These people who are traveling together tomorrow gathered together and sent away the hottest day of the year. I accidentally sent away the occasional entanglement troubles and lost my heart. The people of Weixian walked on the streets of Jiande Midnight, and brothers hooked their shoulders, rampant, and silently brushed the 17 degrees of breeze on our face. 17 degrees is a language of a river. It never expresses anything, but everything is expressed.

later.

Later, in a millennium ancient city called "Meicheng", we ushered in a heavy rain, and also ushered in the first morning of my second half of my life. Next to Liuhejing in more than 1,800 years old, everyone used a bucket to hit the well water, and drank the slightly sweet as Xin'an River water. The rainstorm is like notes, everyone posted it under the eaves to hide from the rain, and laughed and laughed a literary award just revealed. I joked that there is no first of the text. In the future, all the literary awards will make the nominated work groups in the well, put them into the well, and fish with a bucket. Or, let's come in front of the wine, the wine glass is in front of it, it is, how elegant and harmonious. Everyone laughed.

An elderly man asked us to enter the door to hide from the rain and drag out a stool for us to sit. I asked her Gao Shou, she said ninety -four, I said I was "fifty today". She didn't understand what I meant, and said: You can't see that he is fifty years old, and then sit in the rain silently, his eyes look at nothingness. I couldn't help looking at her and looked at her again, and felt more quiet than the sound of rain. I remembered more than ten years ago. It was also a rainy day. A group of Taiwanese Wenyou and I were sitting in the cabin in the cabin to eat fresh fish and shrimp that were hit from the river. Today, there are several people who have gone and most of them have lost contact, but they give me a gift, a bunch of ceramic necklaces made by themselves, a bunch of emerald jade necklaces, and a lot of lotus maps. My home by the Qiantang River. "Seven Li people are no longer, thousands of years of water and green." On the road of life, people are constantly encountered, separated, and even lost forever. The same direction is running towards the sea. Once, the grandma of the year of the puppet said that I lived a lifetime, that is, I made such a person who made it around me.

The electric flashes are thunderous, heavy rain, and the huge sound of water is full of my hands: gratitude all the beautiful encounters in life, even if they are finally farewell.

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