A Record of Life contains 54 articles by Mr. Shen Congwen. The first and second parts describe the unique scenery, human feelings and life of Xiangxi. The third part, "Scrapping postal materials to save the bottom", is an article about literary theory and artistic life theory.

Shen Congwen (1902- 1988) is a famous writer in China, formerly known as Shen Yuehuan, whose pen names are Xiu, Shang Guanbi and Xuan Ruo. Maolin, whose real name is Chongwen, is from Fenghuang, Hunan. Grandfather Shen Hongfu is Han nationality, grandmother Wei Liu Miao nationality and mother Tujia nationality. Therefore, Shen Congwen's nationality should be Han, but Shen Congwen himself loves Miao more. There are many descriptions of Miao customs in his literary works.

Shen Congwen is a writer and a researcher of historical relics. 14 years old, joined the team and roamed the Hunan-Sichuan-Guizhou border region. From 65438 to 0924, he began to create literature, and wrote and published novels such as Long River and Border Town. 193 1- 1933 taught at Qingdao university. After the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, he went to teach at the National The National SouthWest Associated University, and 1946 returned to teach at Peking University. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he worked in the Museum of Chinese History and the Institute of History of China Academy of Social Sciences, mainly engaged in the study of China's ancient history and cultural relics, and wrote The Study of Chinese Ancient Costume. 1988 died in Beijing.

Wonderful passage:

1. I can't seem to climb this tall and dangerous stone bridge. I don't know which elder once said: "Climb high and fall hard!" "I really don't know where this sentence came from.

This stone bridge is beautiful. I have never seen marble, but at this moment I know that no stone can make such a tall, solemn and beautiful bridge except marble! The bridge is built on a deep and narrow stream, and there are many stone ridges at both ends of the bridge; The upper stone wall frame is very flat and easy to walk, while the lower one is steep and straight. I went to the top of the bridge without knowing it. I carefully held the empty railing made of black keratin and looked down. Oh, you didn't scare me to death! Thirty feet, maybe more. The stream below may be dry. Looking at countless big and stupid white stones left for bridge building, I slept lazily in a creek ditch. In the stone pile, small and lively trickles are jumping, walking and singing there.

I looked up at the sky again. It was blue. It was terrible! What a strange thing! Why do so many five-color stars like small electric lights jump out of the blue sky? They are running all over the sky, and my eyes are dazzled by its light.

What kind of world is this? Is this place what people usually call the Heavenly Palace? I want to ask the people who live here, but I try my best to look around. Except for some towering trees, some tender white daffodils under the willow roots show their round faces like swords among the pale green leaves, and even a small creature, such as a sparrow, is not seen! ..... It's still too cold! Yes, there is a cold wind in this place, and I am shivering.

But this wind is something I am very willing to get close to. When I first felt the wind, all my grievances were blown away! I will never think of many unpleasant things in the past twenty years again.

I look satisfied, but I'm not as satisfied as when I feel empty in my stomach, nor as happy as when I suddenly got a piece of toast with jam, or when I couldn't go to the library to keep warm on a poor morning a month ago and suddenly found a quarter in the third pocket of my vest. I simply feel uncomfortable physically and mentally, because this is my soul roaming in the rainbow country, and my soul has dissolved for this harmonious world!

I forgot to buy the revisit ticket I reserved. What a sad thing it is!

? -"the distant night"

This war has taught many people about life. They have walked many roads, crossed many bridges and slept in many beds. Besides, they are bound to suffer many unimaginable hardships. However, what really has profound educational significance may be that many places have their own weather, and different weather affects a little bit of people. Clouds are local: the clouds in the north of China are very thick, and people are also very thick. The clouds in the south are lively, and so are people. The clouds on the seashore are fantastic, and the clouds in Bohai Sea and South China Sea are different, just like the temperament of the two coasts is different. The clouds in Henan and Hebei are yellow, and it seems that you can make a steamed corn bun with a scratch. Clouds are thick and thin, while people are thick and thin. The clouds in Hunan are gray, hanging in the sky for many years, and have no character at all. However, a large number of orange peppers are produced here, which have matured in this weather, but have increased the pioneering spirit of Hunan people. Although the clouds in Sichuan are similar to those in Hunan, Emei in Wuxia stands between the firmaments, with the peaks and mountains divided and the clouds thickened. Clouds have life, and people have life.

? -"Clouds in Yunnan"

It's almost early summer, and all kinds of flowers have withered, but they can't be found.

Looking through the window, the leaves of cypress trees have turned dark green, ready to resist the hot summer sun, and it seems that green is a last resort. If you can hold back, forget it. What can I do to resist the annoyance of this late spring? I can't refuse a school clock that is extremely boring and rings on time. I can't ... I can't refuse anything. I can't refuse anything I hate. At this moment, a carpenter or blacksmith is doing something with an axe and chisel. The nail is ringing. I want to reject this voice. I have covered my ears with my hand, so I can't raise my hand.

My heart is too tired.

-"Records of Life"

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