Have to write prose after Susu signed the book

On April 23, I was lucky enough to go to Dalian University again and participate in the "Dalian Cultural Celebrities University Tour, Reading Launching Ceremony".

I went here for Su Su, she is the queen of prose in my heart. Like prose. In the past it was reading, now it is learning to doodle. I have been in love with Yanyu Station for more than 3 years, and it has given me the tolerance and uplifting satisfaction of being a newbie.

After listening to her lecture on the theme of "Reading Makes Life More Wonderful", I took home her autograph on the book "Flowing Light and Broken Shadows". When I closed my eyes, I saw her friendly and elegant smile. The realm that I have been striving for for many years and the achievements of many books.

That night I picked up the signed book "Su Su Xin Yu" that my lover gave me as a birthday gift in 1995. The capital "Yang" was the same as this time, showing my calligraphy skills. After reading it again, I felt that "well-educated and eloquent" should be remembered, but "keep to the humble" is what I should remember.

It’s even less popular to fall in love with online reading. Time has reduced that little bit of "boy skills" left, and the written stuff is as common as Su Su's corrections: "Mediocre and messy, I can't bear to read them." How can we talk about "providing people with ideas"?

I know that I am at best a mediocre literary lover, and it is difficult to achieve the level of "providing ideas". However, there is also a pause. It gives me yearning and following. The peak of literature is so magnificent and charming, and it gives each climber a "different view from near and far". As long as you persevere, I think the beauty of the process is enough.

Susu said in the preface to "Feathers of the Soul":...Simple, ethereal, and profound are the pinnacle of prose. Prose creates its own world, and prose is the semaphore of the soul. We cannot use ready-made words and phrases, we cannot follow the old-fashioned layout, and we cannot sell national food stamps. Subjectivity means never repeating it. As I was sipping, I suddenly felt that I should stop writing, look back, and pause for a moment. Also look for “an inflection point in growth”. She is big and I am small.

Susu did this. She chose an area to dig a deep well, and spent 6 years successively to create "Flowing Light and Broken Shadows".

After this book, "Dolloquy in the Northeast" won the first Bing Xin Prose Collection Award (only ten people in the country won it), another masterpiece containing Dalian's regional and colonial culture was released. She dug from the roots at the beginning of the cave and composed the Dalian Gulongshan ruins dating from 17,000 to 40,000 years ago with pictures and texts, which amazed me. The ancient port, naval camp, fort, dock, fortress, prison... in the book make me, a native, feel the distance and mystery of this city, and the vicissitudes of life. In the last round city, I saw the panoramic photo of old Dalian in Qingniwa Village in 1860. At that time, Dongqing Niwa Village had only 17 households. I feel the same way, "Looking over it now, the artistic conception is as strange as a dream, and as distant as a legend." Because there will be my mother-in-law’s house, kindergarten, primary school, middle school for two generations of the Lin family, and a large hotel where I have worked for nearly 10 years. All my love is in this hot land, in the dreamland of returning to childhood.

"...the so-called countryside and the so-called city were once present because of the presence of various forms of buildings. They are both witnesses of history and writers of history. Now, they are represented in different ways. The same gestures were arranged one by one by me obediently, becoming the protagonist of each text. "This kind of writing must be painstaking and hearty. She immersed herself in the scene and voraciously browsed historical records related to the region to realize her dream of "writing the male Northeast with a female pen" and then writing about Dalian, a small hometown at the doorstep of the southern Liaodong Peninsula. To be able to write prose with such profound origins and to write about the nostalgia generated by love: inquiring, detailed, rigorous, optimistic and enlightening, only the female writer Susu was born in this hot land. She incorporated sparks of thought into the lines, inspiring me to become obsessed with reading again, and suddenly I felt a desire for deep love and sexual intercourse. I admire this literary woman even more for her self-cultivation, connotation and persistence. She is the genius of our generation born in the 50s.

That day, under the influence of Professor Shan Zerun, four of our female classmates rushed to ask Su Su to sign her book before the afternoon report. The photos in the book 17 years ago gave me the impression of a beautiful writer. Now she looks even more elegant and extraordinary.

A beautiful and wise literary woman will always make people think of something wrong, and her friendly and charming smile makes us talk and laugh freely like sisters. Suddenly I remembered the words of Brother Ci Lianlong, a literary friend of Yanyu: "Around 1990, I was working as a staff newspaper in Dalian Textile Factory, and I went to find Susu, who was the director of the literary and art department at that time. At that time, the newspaper office was on Century Street, and she Her office is very small. She is very enthusiastic and patient with me, an amateur writer who has just moved to the city from the countryside. When I talk about my hometown, Wafangdian, she is even more interested. I keep a photo of Susu alone at the door of the old newspaper office. It is beautiful and unforgettable. "My female schoolmate also admires Susu when talking about her. She was also present at the company's treat. During the banquet, a male colleague told a dirty joke. Everyone in the room laughed, but she was neither humble nor overbearing. This unpretentious attitude made the speaker restrain his words. All these make me believe even more in the elegance and reserve of literary women, and I still hold them in high esteem.

I feel that a good writer should have character and charisma, and write respectable, profound and influential works. What's more important is that it's good-looking and long-lasting, and it always gives readers something to think about. In the early years, I only read about her in books, and I liked her, as if the "feather she tore out of my heart" reflected my past and pain. Now my deep love for her stems from her wisdom, magnanimity and persistence. No wonder the leaders of Dalian University not only gave this old alumnus the title of visiting professor, but also had her hand stamped and specially presented her with a large couplet: "Elegant person, simple composition." It is even more meaningful when slandered: " Susu, Xinya, action, literati." Is this the recognition and affirmation of her actions from her alma mater and even Dalian people? For her - I yearn for her even more!

I like the wise words in "Buddha's Eyes": "When I recall Jiangnan, I most recall the eyes of Buddha. I clearly see that they are also the eyes of a mortal, because they have walked through the human world a thousand times before they can It seems to be able to tolerate everything, see everything, and understand everything... For a purely civilized person, what can destroy him most is not natural disasters and wars, but spiritual homelessness." How can such a description not win "the whole country". First prize in the "Essay Contest"? My sister, a writer, don’t blame me for you being so dumbfounded that you “shed tears for five minutes” while watching the Buddha. I think it must be the care of your soul, and you will be moved as if you suddenly received the holy love that is difficult to obtain in this world. ? Because you say that you are also a laywoman among the Buddha, so you are willing to seek Zen enlightenment.

I chased her beautiful figure over and over again, and looked at our group photo with joy. In the picture of her elegantly closing her eyes and covering her open mouth with a smile on her face, I could see her elegance and sincerity in front of her book friends, and her happiness and confidence after success. In a photo of our colleague Professor Shan, she smiles gently and humbly, like an eternal primary school student. And Shan Lao, surrounded by our five real and fake female disciples, has wise eyes, elegant and thoughtful, and his scholarly demeanor makes him 10 years younger physically and mentally.

I chased Susu, an extraordinary woman who loved reading and wrote endlessly, and once again held up her autographed book. Her smile is always reflected in the book, adding more emotion and afterglow to my evening...