Time: July 3, 2005 13: 28: 02 Reading: 2 14 1

Two young girls Shanshan took the entrance examination for overseas Chinese in Hong Kong and were assigned to the Foreign Languages Department of National Taiwan University as their first choice. Hearing this news, I breathed a sigh of relief. I don't have to worry that all four daughters have married Guangdong boys.

Of course, I have no prejudice against Guangdong boys. During my six years in Hong Kong, there were many lovely Cantonese boys in my class, and all the teachers liked them, but I couldn't bear to let my four daughters be snatched away by those "handsome boys" and "silly boys". However, who the daughter wants to marry, to be more free, is their free will, to be more mysterious, is karma. Why should father be swayed by considerations of gain and loss? What's more, in this case, the mother is often at the forefront, naturally becoming a close adviser to her daughter and even a close comrade-in-arms. The object of attack is not her boyfriend, but her father. When my father woke up, it was already between Scylla and Charybdis, and it was difficult to win.

In the father's eyes, the loveliest time for his daughter is before the age of ten, because at that time she belonged to herself completely. In the eyes of her boyfriend, she is the cutest after the age of seventeen, because at this time, like a graduating student, she has been bent on going out. Father and boyfriend are inherently contradictory. For a father, nothing in the world is more perfect than a young daughter. The only drawback is that she will grow up, unless you hide her for a long time by freezing, but I'm afraid it's illegal. Her boyfriend will come by on horseback or motorcycle sooner or later and kiss her awake.

I didn't use the frozen sleep technology of the space capsule. I am pressed by time, and the sun and the moon rotate. When I rub my eyes again, how come all four daughters have grown up in turn? The fairy tale door slams and I can't go back. Four daughters, followed by Shanshan, You Shan, Pei Shan and Ji Shan. Can be arranged in a coral reef. When Shanshan was twelve, Pei Shan, who was under nine, suddenly said to a visiting guest, "Hey, tell you, my sister is a girl!" " "All the adults here laughed.

Once upon a time, Pei Shan herself, even the most naive Ji Shan, was transformed into a "girl" under the wand of time. Somehow, four "boys" are sneaking up on me. Although the screen stopped, I felt four pairs of eyes behind me. Like all bad boys, they are eager and have ulterior motives. At that time, they will stand in the light and put on a false smile and call me grandpa.

Of course I won't answer him. How can it be so easy! I am like a fruit tree. I've been standing here for many years, wind and frost, rain and dew, and I've got everything, and I've got countless fruits, which is unbearable to look back on. And you, the occasional passer-by, come to pick the fruit as soon as you reach out, and deserve the roots of the flat ground to trip you up!

What I hate most is that the fruit on the tree actually falls into the hands of pedestrians automatically. Pedestrians should not come and pick the fruit without authorization, but pedestrians say the fruit has just fallen to him. This kind of thing always succeeds from the inside out. When I got married myself, didn't a girl open the door and rob me? "The fortress is the easiest to break from the inside", which is really good. However, this time, this time, too. The same person hates cars when crossing the road and pedestrians when driving. Now it's my turn to drive.

Over the years, I have been used to dating five women. The bathroom smelled of soap and perfume, the sofa was littered with purses and curling irons, and no one at the dinner table was arguing with me for wine. This is a matter of course. I haven't called my house "girl's dormitory" for a long time. Being a housemaster in a "girls' dormitory" naturally does not welcome strange male guests, especially those with ulterior motives. But the girls under my control, especially the first three, have been "unstable", which reminds me of a poem by Ye Zhi:

Everything collapsed and lost its center of gravity.

My four imaginary enemies, whether tall or short, fat or thin, studying medicine or literature, will show their true colors from the fog of my suspicion sooner or later. They will come forward one by one, or they will come straight to the point. In short, they will take their lover, that is, my daughter. I'm sorry, from now on. The invisible enemy is the most terrible, what's more, I am in the light, he is in the dark, and my "spy" is there, which is really impossible to prevent. Only blame me for not refrigerating my four daughters in time, so that time can't be kidnapped and society can't be polluted. Now they are too old to go back. My four imaginary enemies and four sneaky underground workers are full of feathers and nothing can stop them. It is better to strike first and solve this matter while the four imaginary enemies are still in infancy. At least the American poet Ogden Nash (1902 ~ 197 1) suggested us to do so.

In a wonderful poem "Song sung by a baby girl's father", he said that after giving birth to his daughter Jill, he was very nervous and felt that a baby boy was growing up somewhere. Although he is still in a daze and foaming at the mouth, he is doomed to take away his Jill in the future. Therefore, every time my father sees a baby boy in the stroller in the park, he can't help but look at it a few more times and secretly think, "Could it be this guy?"

Thinking about it, he was "suddenly killed", so he had to untie the pin on the baby boy, sprinkle pepper in his talcum powder, sprinkle salt in his bottle, sprinkle sand in his spinach juice, and then throw a crocodile with a swimming head into his stroller to play with him, forcing him to struggle to marry someone else's daughter in hot water. It serves to show that the poet took his future son-in-law as his imaginary enemy, which had already set a precedent.

But it's too late. It is a big mistake not to make decisive decisions and take extraordinary measures, just as Nash said in his poem. Today's situation, a saying in history books, is already "in-depth!" On the daughter's wall and under the glass mat of the desk, posters and newspaper clippings used to be the images of the Beatles, Bass and david cassidy, but now they have all become boyfriends. At least, the beachhead position has been occupied by the invading army, and the battle is doomed to failure. I remember when I was a child, such photos were still classified as confidential elements, either hidden in pillowcases, stuck in dreams, or sandwiched in the depths of books, and occasionally turned out to be fascinated. How can they provide it in front of us 24 hours a day?

It is impossible to verify when this group of suspicious imaginary enemies began to invade Xiamen Street's residence. I only remember that after moving to Hong Kong six years ago, a group of Cantonese-speaking teenagers took over the siege. As for the details of the engagement, you have to ask the female generals who are nominally guarding the city. I can't figure it out anymore. I only know that the enemy's artillery fire was aimed at my mailbox at first, and those crooked handwriting can guess seven points after a long time; Then focus on my home phone. The "drop point" is behind my desk, and my Wen Yuan is their battlefield. Overnight, there are always a dozen concussions. There are as many as nine notes in Cantonese opera, which makes it difficult for me to judge the enemy's situation. Now I'm going to take You Shan back to Xiamen Street. It's my wife's turn to resist the Guangdong army. I am here. As long as I pay attention to the athletes in Taiwan Province Province, the task will be much easier.

The mailbox was attacked, just like a silent war movie. It doesn't matter. In fact, I would rather sentimental teenagers often write love letters, so that at least they can practice their compositions and not neglect Chinese in the era of audio-visual education. The terrible thing is that the mobile phone was photographed, and that series of alarm bells expanded the battlefield from the mailbox outside the door to the hinterland of the study. Silent movies become the voice of the body, and the imaginary enemy is shooting with live ammunition. What is even more frightening is that the imaginary enemy really broke into the city and became a real flesh-and-blood enemy. It's no longer fun as expected, just like a military exercise in the middle, and suddenly it really started to fight. The real enemy can be seen. With the help of his daughter, he occupied a corner of the sofa, and the two of them whispered from then on. Even when the pulse is opposite, the atmosphere is so strong that the whole family can't breathe. By this time, several sisters have been hiding far away, and everyone can see that the situation is different. In case the enemy stays for dinner, the air will be more tense, as if posing for the camera. At ordinary times, the dining table is like a duck pond. At this time, the four sisters seem to be playing a pantomime. Even chopsticks and spoons seem to have got the news and suddenly became cautious. Knowing that this overbearing boy is not necessarily the right son-in-law, (who knows what is changing now for my baby daughter? ) but involuntarily raised a hint of hostility in my heart. I also know that my daughter, like a ripe melon, will leave one day, but I hope it won't follow the conceited boy in front of me.

Of course, when my four daughters are naughty and angry, I can't wait for the four imaginary enemies to appear quickly and take them all away. But when that day really comes, I will definitely regret it again. I can imagine that there are two kinds of loneliness in life, one is the day of retirement, and the other is after the youngest child finally gets married. Song Qi said to me one day, "I really envy your daughters!" Really? At least for now, I feel that I have nothing to admire. Maybe it's really necessary to wait until the youngest Yoshiyama spends her honeymoon with her imaginary enemy, and let her sit on the empty sofa with me, leafing through their childhood photo albums, recalling the grand occasion of a long-distance outing for six people, or enjoying the steaming and brightly lit dinner table. There are many things in life, just like ripples behind a boat. Time is always beautiful. In this idea, I hope that four imaginary enemies and four clumsy boys will be turned away and appear slowly.

Yuan Mei wrote a poem describing the birth of his daughter as "a car in doubt". This schoolbag fell very interestingly, but it also revealed the feudal consciousness of preferring sons to daughters. According to Yuan Mei, I won the vice car four times in a row, and my hit rate was high enough. The four little girls in Yuzhai have now become four little women. Under the siege of an imaginary enemy, if you want to ask me what conditions I have for choosing a husband, I'm afraid I can't answer it at the moment. After pondering for a long time, I might say: "This matter has the marriage spectrum of the elderly under the moon, and no one can tamper with it, including Gu Wei. There are two people who love each other, and they swear to each other that' if they are together, they will benefit both, and if they are divided, they will be broken'. Why should I go against the sky and get stuck in the middle? What's more, it is a lifelong event, mysterious, impossible to make sense in advance, and it is impossible to regret it. Even if you give 2 1 century computers, I'm afraid there is no probability. It is better to be generous, pretend to be relaxed, gain the reputation of the father of enlightenment, and then take a private seal as the host. "

The questioner laughed and pointed at me and said, "What do you mean by' fake ease'? It can be seen that your heart is not easy. "

Of course I'm not relaxed, otherwise I wouldn't be their father. For example, racial issues are very annoying. What if my daughter is crazy and falls in love with a little weirdo who shrugs and chews gum? Rationally speaking, I am willing to be a generous citizen of the world. But emotionally, I am not generous enough to let a young man with long arms like an ape carry my daughter across the threshold.

Now, of course, it is no longer an era of "strictly guarding against summer", but there is no need for a simple family to expand into a small United Nations. The questioner smiled again and asked me if I had ever heard that hybrids were smarter than ordinary people. I said, "Yes, but I don't want a talented' half-blood grandson'. I don't want a gifted child to call me grandpa, I want him to call me grandpa. " The person who asked never gave up: "What about the province?"

"It doesn't matter where you come from," I said. "I am the result of Su Min's marriage, not bad, right? When my mother wrote back to Wujin from Fujian, she said that someone there had proposed to her. The bride's family made a fuss and said,' So far! Why marry a man! Later, her family discovered that there was nothing suspicious about this uncle from southern Fujian except that he didn't speak very neatly. In recent years, Guangdong boys have been persevering, which has put a lot of pressure on my family. I won't be surprised if Fujian and Guangdong become Qin Jin one day. If a teenager in Taiwan Province Province gives me a special compliment, his ambition is not to talk about literary criticism and poetry with me, and I won't embarrass him. As for other provinces, from Heilongjiang to Yunnan, teenagers who speak various dialects are welcome as long as my daughter doesn't mind him. "

"What about studying?"

"You can learn anything. You don't have to be a scholar. Literati are often not good sons-in-law, let alone good husbands. Only one thing: you must be proficient in Chinese. If you don't understand Chinese, it will be a disaster for my grandson! "

The guest smiled again. "Does appearance matter?" He asked again.

"You are so pedantic!" It's my turn to laugh this time. "My daughter will pay attention to this kind of thing herself. Why should I worry? "

When the doorbell rings, the stupid guest wants to ask more questions. I got up and opened the door, and found my long hair messy, and another imaginary enemy came to rob the house. ●

Yu Guangzhong's essay "My Four Imaginary Enemies" wrote a unique and subtle fatherly love psychology, which fully rendered and played a life situation that many people had this experience but did not clearly express. The emergence of this prose realm is due to the creation of that core image and a series of interesting "concrete narrative" details created around this core image.

Yu Guangzhong called the boyfriends of four daughters "four imaginary enemies", which vividly summarized the inevitable and eternal contradiction between the boyfriends of father and daughter. Father's imagination, description and comments on the "imaginary enemy" are naturally generated; These germinations, various detail groups and the core images in the details organically constitute the artistic integrity and artistic interest of this scholar's prose. The prose writer's personalized narrative image, intelligent prose philosophy and interesting life realm are all exposed and stand upright in the prose realm of organic synthesis and germination of "core image" and "detail chain".

The four parts of the full text shape the "core image" and "series image" in this way: the first part generally describes that "father and boyfriend are inherently contradictory", and the second part mainly describes the process of contradiction between father and boyfriend from the father's imagination; The third part is the main body of the full text, which specifically describes the process of "imaginary enemy boyfriend" step by step, making it difficult for his father to turn over; The fourth part changes the angle, and by answering the questions of the guests, it is clear that the father who is in a losing position is forced to make a compromise, so as to deepen his life situation when he encounters complex and subtle problems at this stage of his life. Four parts and four angles are all talking about the struggle process between father and imaginary enemy, and the complex, subtle and even unspeakable male emotions and psychology are also scattered and artistic. In this way, the lives and feelings of ordinary people have entered the palace of literature and become the object of aesthetics.

The humorous language, helpless mentality and humorous narration of this essay are all bound up with the prose realm created by "core image" and "series image". The novelty of "core image" laid an extremely important foundation for the laying of "series image"; The unbridled fission and derivation of "series images" enrich the flesh and blood of "core images"-we see that because of the description of "imaginary enemies", a series of pleasant descriptions such as "being at a crossroads", "being attacked by both sides", "being hit by a mailbox" and "being hit by a phone" naturally appear freely. Yu Guangzhong's article provides us with a secret of writing-the creation of prose realm. We must pay attention to the innovative setting and conception of "core image".