Shen Congwen

"Please put me as a seal on your heart and put it on your arm as a seal." I recite songs and hope you, my good man.

Your eyes haven't turned to look at me yet, but there is only one trend. I was very surprised. I was the little sparrow who heard the slingshot black boy ring. I am afraid to touch your soul, because you are so beautiful.

However, this little sparrow is willing to run around in fear under the sound of bowstring, and it finds more comfort and happiness from panic.

In the sapphire sky, those twinkling stars have your eyes: because your eyes are so twinkling, don't let the wind blow.

In the stream in the valley, those clear and transparent springs also have your eyes: your eyes are clearer and more transparent than this water and flow more than ever.

I was lucky to see your smile again, beside the potted lotus that was blown away by the wind that night. I'm not surprised that there is a fragrance in this smile. When you laugh, there is something fresher than the smell!

I see your smile, but I still can't find your tears. When I turned around from a fence and saw the dew on the tender purple morning glory, I thought: If something unpleasant happened to her, wouldn't the tears be as beautiful as dew, and would they be rainbow in the cool moonlight?

I thought so, and finally licked the dew off the morning glory with my tongue.

Why not wipe my tears? You won't blame me like this. I really don't have this ability. My hair is too white, even if I can, I can't find anything to wear!

People who are sick and thirsty feel pain and sadness every day. Are you really willing to give some nectar to thirsty people?

It's like good people doing good deeds. Poor passers-by are thirsty, and tea and soup are given.

Grace will be attached to the hearts of passers-by, and those who do good will be blessed forever.

I have to work every day and have no leisure. When I rest at night, I'll come to you along the mountain stream. I'm not afraid of tigers and wolves, and I'm not afraid of sticking out two pliers to scare my scorpions. I just want to see you under the moon.

I met many fireflies with small torches and asked them, "Friends, friends, have you seen anyone?" It says, "What kind of person are you looking for?"

I mean the twinkling stars, "Oh, these are eyes."

I pointed to the floating white clouds. "Hey, this is a skirt."

I want it to listen to those springs and sounds. "Look, her voice is the same as this."

I finally waved the pink rose just picked from the garden in front of it. "Oh, this is a face."

These little things, although they don't know what pride is, still listen to me honestly. But when I asked him if he was innocent, he just shook his head and tried to run.

"What, are you going to watch it or not?" -I am in a hurry to ask. "I don't have enough lanterns to illuminate my whole body! Sir, let me go, or I will fall into the trap set by those disloyal spiders again ... although it can't help me, I don't want to bother about it. Sir, you'd better ask another question, or I can't catch up with them "-it's gone.

I'm too slow to find you with them all over the mountains-but I've been to all the places where the moonlight flows on the mountains and I've never seen your bottom.

Looking back, I heard a song flying over the hill. This song comes from a prison where the sun can only wander outside the wall. I ran to bless them: you strong and ignorant rams!

God has given you strength, but he has spared knowledge: chew the steamed corn bread your master gave you peacefully every day, and illness and sorrow will never attach to you; Blessed are you.-Amen!

You cowardly and ignorant ewes!

God has given you tenderness, but he has spared knowledge: chew the steamed corn bread given to you by your master peacefully every day, and disappointment and sadness will never attach to you; Blessed are you.-Amen!

The musty smell of the world can't attack you for a while, but you live quietly in prison: it can prove your master's kindness-and at the same time prove your master's wealth; Bless all of you.-Amen!

When I got up, there were two lines of tears on my face. Do you flow for others or for yourself? I have to ask someone else myself. But at this time, no one can prove it except Leng Yue in Zhongtian.

I want to wash my hands in your eyes and rub your eyes. It's too cold.

If your eyes are really that cold, someone's heart will freeze under your observation.

? On 1925

Shen Congwen (190265438+February 28th-1988May 10) was originally named Shen Yuehuan, pen names Xiu, Chen Jia, Shangguan Bi, Xuan Ruo, etc. Maolin, whose real name is Chongwen, had a rough life. Literary works such as Border Town, Xiangxi and Autobiography of Shen Congwen have great influence at home and abroad. His works have been translated and published by more than 40 countries such as Japan, the United States, Britain and the former Soviet Union, and have been selected into university textbooks by the United States, Japan, South Korea, Britain and other countries or regions 10, and twice nominated as Nobel Prize in Literature candidates. Shen Congwen is not only a writer, but also a historian and archaeologist.

Mr. Wang wrote five million words in his life, including Border Town, Long River and Autobiography of Congwen. In his later years, the monograph "Research on Ancient Chinese Costume" filled a blank in the history of China's material culture.