What must be written? Looking at them one by one, none of them can form an independent historical site, so to speak.
Not too many words; However, if we all avoid it, we avoid an intimate human culture.
Avoid an ecological environment that skillfully constructs nature and human feelings, and avoid the hearts of countless people in China.
It is really wrong to miss and expect, and to escape from the beginning and end of the difficult journey of life.
I have been to many towns in the south of the Yangtze River, and I can see them with my eyes closed. The narrow river that runs through the town is beautifully carved.
Stone bridge, a residential building built by the river, the water is under the floor of the residential building, and the pier of the stone steps protrudes from the floor below.
Come on, women are washing clothes on the dock, and a wisp of white smoke rises from Wu Peng's boat, which is only a few feet away from them.
Smoke from the kitchen chimney drifted across the bridge to the other side. On the other side of the river, there is a low and wide stone fence where people can sit or lie down. Several old people are all over their faces.
Sitting there quietly watching the passing ships, compared with the small town composed of diaojiao buildings by Xiangxi River written by Shen Congwen,
The small town in the south of the Yangtze River has lost that muddy adventure and gained a little more smoothness and stability. There is no shoal ahead, and there is no shoal behind.
Desert, so although hidden, but far from imposing manner; Most of them are quite old, but they are always compared.
The damp lifestyle has not left them many ruins and remains, so they don't know much about history.
Sigh; Of course, they have had glory and shame, but they have never staged too grand a scene, so it is not easy to produce.
Life is similar to the vicissitudes of Suzaku Bridge and Wuyi Lane. In short, their historical distance and realistic characteristics are flat.
Sturdy and durable, long and narrow, like a criss-crossing slate street.
Brilliance is fleeting, and noise is another name for short life. After careful consideration, nothing can be more like a town in the south of the Yangtze River.
An indifferent and stable life. A large number of China literati fled to Buddhism and Taoism after being frustrated in entering WTO.
However, not many people really devote themselves to Taoism. After all, building barren hills and fishing alone in cold rivers will bring basic life.
A series of troubles. The best way to hide in the city is to hide in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. Yuxian
Hector's confrontation is normal, and the confrontation with officialdom is civilians. What is more hidden than the grass and trees in the mountains is disappearance.
In the normal life of ordinary people in small towns. The concealment between mountains still retains and promotes a kind of detachment, and
The concealment of indifference is insincere after all; The concealment between the town and the market not only does not have to deliberately torture and destroy life,
Instead, I can live comfortably and stick my life in a quiet and convenient corner, almost four times.
It melts from the outside to the inside, so it becomes the highest form of concealment. It may be too narrow to say concealment.
In my opinion, people who live on bridges and people who want to perch on trees are both ecological images of the philosophy of religious life.
It's easy to forget this philosophy of life in the usual busyness, but in some special circumstances, it will come into being again.
An inexplicable temptation makes people yearn for it. I remember that at the height of the Cultural Revolution, my father was detained for no reason.
My unmarried uncle committed suicide in Anhui. As the eldest son, I am in my twenties. How should I manage this family of eight?
My university is also surging day and night, which is both restless and unavoidable, so I have to let the newly graduated junior high school students.
My brother went fishing to supplement his family. Every few days, my eldest brother always contacts me first, timidly.
Ask if things are getting worse at home, and then go home. Home, home is still there, the wall of home is still there, but it is.
Time seems to be completely exposed to the open air, always ready to be attacked by wind and rain and bombarded by passers-by. under the circumstances
In this case, our college graduates were instructed to continue to transform the military reclamation farm, and we went to Wujiang County first.
The training and consolidation in Songling Town has been going on for some time. In those days, I queued for roll call every day, accepted long lectures and slept on the floor.
The food is terrible. As we all know, after the training, we will be thrown into a mud swamp immediately.
And there is no time to return. Our floor is in an abandoned warehouse.
Looking through the gap in the west wallboard, there is a quiet yard with a small room facing the river.
Obviously, a newly married couple about our age walked into the room. They are the most common residents in this town.
People, probably shop assistants or accountants, are very leisure. As long as you look over, they are always there, no.
Slowly do what is necessary for a day's life, but it is purely your own business. I say a few lukewarm words from time to time.
Warm conversation, smile. Husband and wife are sober-minded, calm and serene. My partner and I were really caught by this.
The most normal life in the town has been shaken. Of course, there was a Cultural Revolution here, but it was a small town with both.
The folk customs are soft and there is not much trouble. After tossing once or twice, it disappeared and returned to the ordinary ecology. perhaps
There are only a handful of "Li Guoxiang" in this town. Anyway, the newlyweds didn't, and didn't get noticed by Li Guoxiang.
Italian characters. Well, it's good to live like this! This group of exhausted and uncertain college graduates threw themselves into the wall.
With the strongest jealousy. I was alert at that time. I wanted to know where my heroism and spirit went and why I was only in my twenties.
Have such a decadent idea of seclusion? Yes, I peeped at the life of a small town in the south of the Yangtze River in the bad wind and waves that year.
I took a step towards adulthood in my life experience.
I lay on the floor covered with straw, thinking of Thomas, a British scholar who returned to Quincy (T.
. De quincey) wrote a famous paper: On the knock on the door in Macbeth. Quincy said
In Shakespeare's works, Macbeth and his wife use the night to kill and seize power in the castle. Suddenly, the castle rang.
Someone knocked at the door. This knock on the door made Macbeth and his wife panic and always made all the audience feel thrilling.
What is the reason? Quincy has been thinking about it for many years and concluded that knocking at the door in the morning is a symbol of normal life, which is enough to counter it.
It shows the evil in the dark and the terror of wild animals, and also declares a normal life in line with human nature waiting to be rebuilt.
It is this contrast that makes people sincerely shocked. On those dark nights, I was lying on the ground floor and heard Jiangnan town.
Knock on the door, Benedict, gently, weakly, but the sound is endless, pouring into the whole body.
Many years have passed and great changes have taken place in life, but the knock on the door still rings from time to time.
From the heart. To this end, I often like to find a small town in the south of the Yangtze River for a walk, but as soon as I leave, the knock on the door will be louder.
Clear and inspiring.
Busy people in contemporary metropolis occasionally come to Jiangnan town on holidays or other opportunities, which will make the administration on weekdays
Disturbance, personnel clamor, fame and fortune, intrigue are immediately purified, and the hollow sound of your boots stepping on the street stone.
Hearing your heartbeat in your voice, you will soon enter an empty realm of enlightenment and linger. Unfortunately, after all,
Go back, go back to the noise and noise.
Such as shine at the moment, suddenly saw the famous American painter Mr. Chen Yifei's overseas painting "So".
Memories of hometown. The mottled blue-gray is like a dream in the morning, and the staggered double bridges are firm and ancient. There's nothing better.
The image can better summarize the small town in Jiangnan, and nothing can better symbolize the hometown than such a small town in Jiangnan. I play
Yes, the prototype of Chen Yifei is Zhouzhuang in Kunshan County, Jiangsu Province. Chen Yifei and I are the same age, different nationalities, but with me.
San Mao, a writer from Taiwan Province Province with the same nationality, is said to have burst into tears when he arrived in Zhouzhuang, saying that he had been to many such places when he was a child. look
Please, I have to go to this place, too
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