Recommend Xi Murong’s classic prose

My answer is more comprehensive. I hope you will adopt it.

Upstairs, "Transparent Sorrow" is a collection of her essays.

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Xi Murong’s main poems: "Qili Xiang", "The Actor", "A Flowering Tree", "Youth Without Resentment", " "Nine Chapters of Time" "Light and Shadow on the Edge" "Album of Lost Poems" "I Fold My Love" "Song of the River" "Time Prairie" "Dialogue between Water and Stone" "I"

Prose: " Traces of Growth", "Draw the Rainbow in the Heart", "There is a Song", "Concentric Collection", "Written to Happiness", "Token", "Sketcher", "My Home is on the Plateau", "Poetry in the Country", "Yellow Sheep, Rose and Flying Fish" "The Song of the Wild Goose" "The Golden Saddle" "Noengiya" "Fireworks in the World" "The Greatness of Silence" "2006 Xi Murong" "In That Distant Place" "The Taste of Life" "The Secret of the Image" "With "Walking with Beauty" "Walking Horse" "Home Under the Maple Tree" "Transparent Sorrow" "Huma Huma" (Mongolian version) "Dream in the Gobi"

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"Shell" was selected into the junior high school textbook, ("Cicada" with Xiaosi was included in two short essays in the textbook for middle school students)

"Nostalgia" (poetry), "Grandma and Shoes" was selected into primary school textbooks.

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A hometown I have never seen

What surrounds our generation is just These rootless memories are boundless. Sometimes it is a turbulent undercurrent that suddenly rushes towards you and makes you unable to resist. Sometimes it comes to you mistyly and ties a knot in your heart. But you can't find where the knot is, and you don't know why it's for, or who it's for.

Three years ago, I spent a summer in Switzerland and met several local friends. We often climb mountains together. One day, one of the boys invited us to his house to play. His house is located on a hillside with a large orchard. When you go out the back door, you can see a large forest under the back hill surrounding a deep lake. The boy pointed to a big cherry tree outside the wall of his house and said:

"Did you see the fifth branch from the left from the bottom? That branch is very crooked. , did you see it? That was when my father was seven years old. He climbed up a tree to pick cherries. One summer, my grandfather saw him and made him sit on that branch all afternoon and was not allowed to come down. . That branch has been crooked ever since.”

Maybe he was bluffing me, maybe his father was bluffing him. But his attachment to his family, his nostalgia for his childhood, and his denial of the passing of time could all be satisfied by this big tree, or even by a crooked branch on this big tree. Therefore, he even spoke with a little pride. And what about me? Do I show him my slippers? I might be able to sing him that nursery rhyme, but will he understand it? Even if he finally understood it, would that weight be worth the huge tree planted by his great-grandmother right in front of him? Can it withstand the land on which he is born and who owns him?

And I miss the hometown I have never seen even more.

My favorite thing when I was a child was listening to my father talk about the scenery of his hometown. On a winter night, several people sat around, pestering my father to tell stories that happened outside the Great Wall over and over again. We children were all born in the south, but the blood of that land we have never seen before is still contained in us. Relying on the stories about our ancestors told by my father, relying on the photos of the desert scenery that we were surprised to find in some magazines, and relying on the annual Sacred Ancestor Sacrifice, I accumulated bit by bit, piece by piece. Piecing it together piece by piece, my lovely hometown slowly took shape. And my childhood relied on this patchwork of warmth to slowly grow up.

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Trace of growth

——Xi Murong

Perhaps things may not always go as expected. However, I always think that just giving me a good memory is enough. Even if it's just one day or one night, you should be content.

God has given me many wishes and what I want, and I have received them one by one, very quickly or very slowly. And although my longing for the beauty of youth seems to have never been obtained, as I walk and look back, it seems that it has passed. There were times when I didn’t feel it right away, but there were also times when I suddenly realized: It turns out, this is youth!

That summer, when I was almost eighteen years old, I went across the highway to sketch with my college classmates and lived in Tianxiang. The mountains were so green in summer that one afternoon, on a whim, three male classmates and I decided not to sketch with other classmates, but instead took nothing with us and climbed up a high mountain that we had been observing for many days. It is a very beautiful mountain, surrounded by mountains, and has a vague aura of a king.

When we finally reached a slope covered with grass after more than an hour of tiring climbing, the sky was slowly getting dark.

Facing the undulating peaks in front of us, with a tall and sloping grassland stretching up behind us, and the wind blowing up from the valley below, we were surprised to find that on this high mountain, this high mountain covered with grass, there are actually everywhere White lilies are in full bloom.

At that moment, I began to feel a slow pain in my heart, as if there was a voice in my ear, telling me coldly: You can only have this moment. Before this, you didn't expect that you would have it. After this, you will forget that you ever had it. The lilies belong here completely, and you are just a passerby who must go and leave. It cannot grow and bloom on this mountain forever like lilies.

The mountains at dusk have a gentle and sad beauty, but where does my heart belong? Three boys were lying on the grassy slope behind me, singing some popular songs loudly and in a nonchalant style, laughing as they sang. Youth should be so happy and carefree, and me, why can't I be like them? Why do I stand here in a daze, feeling so jealous of these mountain lilies blooming in front of me?

With such strong jealousy, I asked a male classmate to pick a large handful of pure white lilies for me. I held them tightly in my arms and took them down the mountain.

But it’s useless, it’s really useless. As the voice told me, I still can't hold on to those lost moments. Although the lilies I picked withered quickly, every time I think about them, they are still growing on the high mountains with the faint setting sun, in full bloom, pure and white. , in the gray-green dusk, showed me a beauty that never changes and can never be integrated.

...:::The moon:::...

So, on that night, when the moon shines into the ancient mountain forest, I must I must have been deeply moved.

When I was so young at the time, I always thought that these moments would always happen and that I should enjoy them. I was moved only because they were surprisingly beautiful. But I never expected that there would be such a night, that I could be on such a high mountain in early spring, that there would be such a large expanse of lush green trees, and that there would be such clear moonlight all night long. It was really amazing. A rare encounter in the world, a dream that will never happen again.

That night, when I stood in front of the winding mountain path, I was just twenty years old, and the moon had just risen from the side of the mountain.

What kind of moon is that!

Before it appeared, the world was dark, the path looked deep and scary, and I almost didn’t have the courage to move. And when the moon rises from behind the mountain, in that moment, everything and everything is like the moon, giving me a clear and translucent luster like water, and my heart also shines in that moment, Become full, happy and peaceful.

Happiness is sometimes just a very simple feeling. That night, when I slowly walked up the mountain along the path covered with ferns, maybe it was because of the circuitous path, or maybe it was because of the joy in my heart, but I didn’t feel the climb at all. of hard work and effort.

We walked to a clearing with a slightly sparse forest. There were just a few big rocks for us to sit down and take a rest. When I looked up at the sky, I just wondered why those trees grew so straight and so high. The moonlight poured down like mercury in such a clear sky, soaking my whole body in the moonlight, and I felt that my heart had become transparent. Youth is like mellow wine, it seems that I drank it all in one gulp that night, it is fragrant and fragrant.

What kind of youth is that!

It is not possible to have such a full moon every night, and not everyone can encounter such a full moon. The beauty and preciousness of youth lie in its innocence and flawlessness, in the fact that it can be encountered but cannot be sought, and in the fact that it will never come back.

As for me today, when I look back with regret, in addition to being surprised and admiring the arrangement of creation, there is also something that I could not detect when I was young, a deep feeling. Deeply convinced and grateful.

...:::Bali Ferry Head:::...

I can’t tell what it is for. Every time, when the work in front of me is piling up, when I have been busy and tired for a while, or when I feel a little lost in my heart, I really want to go to Tamsui again alone.

I just want to take a trip to that long and narrow old street. I want to take a ferry and ferry it again to the other side.

On the other side is that ancient place, that place that existed very early on, that place with a very simple and gentle name: Zaobali Ferry Head.

In this world, many things and things will change, and the changes will be fast and big. Therefore, I have begun to be wary. Every time I encounter such a moment, I have already built a thick wall in my heart to protect the weakest part and try my best to prevent myself from getting hurt. After several times. The wall is getting thicker and thicker. As time goes by, you will forget that there was a weakness in your heart that cannot be touched.

However, once, an unbelievable time, in the face of so many years, I still persisted, refused to change no matter what, and still smiled at me and looked down lovingly like I did when I was young. When I reached that mountain, the weakest point in my heart suddenly woke up and expanded at an alarming speed.

It was an early winter afternoon. I haven’t been here for many years. By chance, I got on the ferry. Xin Yong was originally very irritable because she had to deal with so many strangers and had to say so many polite words with such reluctance and reluctance. However, when I walked to the old pier by Tamsui Port, I suddenly felt that something seemed familiar, and some very quiet atmosphere entered my heart, making me gradually quiet down.

After getting on the boat, the boat slowly went to the other side. The sea breeze kept blowing on my face and my clothes, and the island passed by the bow of the boat. I stared quietly at the Guanyin Mountain on the other side. The color of the mountain approaching me was sometimes green, sometimes gray-blue, sometimes lavender, and every change and every color seemed familiar.

Yes! That's that memory and that color that's stuck with me. The kind of heart that cannot be described, cannot be described, and no one can believe it, and also the kind of sadness that occurs when you are very young.

After so many years, the transition is over again, but the sadness is still there. In front of the ferry in the dusk, among the mountains quietly overlooking me, sadness is still waiting for me there. And at that moment, the weakest part of my heart was finally touched. The wound reopened, blood burst out, and tears poured out.

It turns out that everything in the world can hurt people. Change can hurt people, but change can also hurt people. Everything is to blame for that stubborn heart that refuses to forget.

It turns out that the kind of reluctance I felt when I was young, the kind of helplessness towards the arrangements of creation, twenty years later, actually came back to my heart very strongly again. Although some things around us have indeed changed, and although many clues and traces have disappeared, some unchanging witnesses still persist. That is the towering Guanyin Mountain coming towards us, and the steep and narrow bow of Zaobali Ferry extending long and steep into the sea.

Since then, this place has become a secret pain for me, and therefore it has become a secret comfort. Whenever I want to escape from the work that always piles up in front of me, whenever I feel very tired, I really want to go to Tamsui again alone.

I want to take a trip to that long and narrow old street. I want to take a ferry in the direction and ferry me again to the other side.

Carry me to my other side.

...:::On the train going south:::...

Sometimes, the cherishment of things is often just because of a thought. This The thought is: This is the only time in my life, the only thing.

Then, all the love and care began from then on, and became unstoppable. Regardless of whether you get what you want or don't get what you want, there will always be sadness and resentment, and life begins to become difficult and complicated.

And now, sitting on the train going south, looking at the scenery outside the window as the scenery passes by, I suddenly realize that the only time in my life is not just a few fragmentary things and things?

My own life, my own life, is something I can only have once, and it is also the only thing I have!

Then, everything that comes will pass, and everything that passes will never come back again. This is the only law in my only life.

So, if this is the case, why should I be reluctant to let go of certain things and never forget certain people?

If this is the case, why are we still ecstatic when we meet and still sad after parting?

Since there is no time that will stay forever, and there is no space that will never change, I am like a wanderer with no starting point and no end. What ability do I have to collect those things that I cherish? ? After collecting it, where can it be placed?

And now, I am sitting on the train going south, writing non-stop, and why?

I have always felt that everything in the world has been arranged for a long time, but you cannot understand it before the time comes. But when the time comes for you to understand it, it is your destiny.

Destined people always meet when the flowers are full and the moon is full, and they understand what they should understand at the right time, no more, no less, neither early nor late, and they can say it at the right moment. If it's just right, it'll be a perfect marriage.

People who are not destined to each other will always miss each other. It would be fine if we could really miss it, because in that case, it would be like two strangers who have never met each other in this lifetime. Since they don't know each other, there will be no gains and losses, no scars, and no chance of missing each other. What a pity.

Unfortunately, it is the kind of "fate" that can only be understood after the fact. It always happens on "missing each other" occasions.

It's only after we pass each other that I realize that you once said some words to me that I have been looking forward to for a long time. However, why can't I understand you when you speak? And when I turned around and redirected you in a panic among the crowd, why did you disappear again?

You and I can no longer be found when we were young. Life turned out to be a regular mix of mistakes. Everything becomes a trace of growth, which makes me feel sad but nowhere to be traced. We can only savor the different vicissitudes of life in the past time. The funny thing is that even though we know that the performance is supposed to be a tragedy, we still think that there is still a sweet sadness in the tears that fill our eyes.

This must be a kind of compensation given by God to all those who have no chance. Because of this, life can go on, so many of the same stories continue to play out for thousands of years, and in the hearts of those who have not been predestined, there will always be a vague melancholy of déjà vu.

At this moment, sitting on the train going south, the sky outside the window has darkened. The lights were on in the carriage, and there were very few passengers, so this carriage seemed particularly clean and quiet. I looked out of the car window. The fields outside were dark, so the car window was like a dark mirror, reflecting my tearful face.

In front of this mirror that suddenly appeared, I discovered: It turns out that no matter how much I love my life, no matter how much I regret missing you, no matter how hard I try to rediscover those traces of growth. ; All moments still pass. Under all the pain and joy, life still has to pass quietly and never come back again.

Perhaps, many years later, the only thing I can remember is the warmth that the tears on my cheeks gave me on this train going south, in front of this dark mirror. It feels hot but also a bit chilly.

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Draw the rainbow in your heart

——Xi Murong

We are currently unable to do anything about the color of the entire city, but we can find ways to give it to our own homes. It adds some color.

When children are young, all we have to do is provide them with some rich color experiences. The first environment is their own bedroom. It is best to use harmonious colors, which look quieter and more comfortable. The gentler one, because children need a quiet atmosphere when resting, and harmonious colors can increase this atmosphere.

If the home is too small and it is impossible for the child to have a bedroom of his own, then work on a small bed on the floor, give him a clean small bed, and often change it to something with soft colors. If the bed sheets and blankets are against the wall, the mother will try to draw a curved rainbow on the wall, a light rainbow. All children love rainbows, whether they are painted in the sky or on the wall. . If the mother can't draw, then ask the father to draw. If the father can't draw, let the child try to draw by himself. If the child is too young, then ask the neighbor's child to try it. If you are afraid that his painting will be bad, you can ask him to try it on paper first. You will definitely be surprised.

I have had this experience. I moved to a new home and the walls were all freshly painted. It made my hands itch. So, one Sunday afternoon, I prepared a lot of water-based advertising paints and several large and small watercolor pens, and started painting on the wall of the child's room. My four-year-old daughter saw it and wanted to paint it, so I gave her a small corner in the lower right corner of the wall and let her use it to her heart's content. I used an entire wall to express my own ideas. I thought I was painting with a child's heart, and the composition and subject matter were as childish and interesting as possible.

Both of us have finished painting, but the value of our works is really very different. In the middle of the wall, there is a large yellow dog that looks very similar, a fat baby riding a bicycle, flowers, trees, and a house. However, they are all dull and conceptual, and they are very similar to what children use for coloring training. Those stupid picture albums.

In the lower right corner of the wall, there is a curved rainbow. Under the rainbow, there is a waterfall with fast water flow. There are many strange big rocks beside the waterfall. In front of the waterfall, there are beautiful and happy flowers. flowers. The four-year-old girl was not very good at holding watercolor pens or mixing colors, so her clothes and the floor were very dirty. However, she painted a very happy picture on the wall. Everyone who came to visit, Whenever they see that corner of her, they will grin unconsciously and say:

"So cute!"

Yes, children's hearts are The cutest thing in the world. They don't have the burden of gains and losses, they don't have to compete, and they don't have to figure out other people's likes and dislikes. They just naturally draw the rainbow in their hearts, the rainbow they love most.

Of course, we don’t necessarily have to draw a rainbow. I just say: If we can give children more opportunities to choose, they will have more happy experiences. Everyone is born with different physiological phenomena. For example, some people are afraid of heat and others are afraid of cold. Then the former will definitely prefer cool blue-green tones, while the latter will prefer warm tones of red and orange. And everyone has different life experiences, gender differences, and even sometimes the same person will have great differences in color selection and sensitivity to color due to age differences and changes they experience. Ancient Poetry Yes; "Remember the green skirt and pity the grass everywhere.

"It's already an empathic effect on color.

Therefore, when cultivating children's sense of color, parents should not let their own personal factors infiltrate, so as not to affect the child's psychology. Of course, this is extremely It's difficult to do, I just hope my parents can pay a little more attention.

I am an example of failure that I can't control: for a while, I preferred to use brown tones when painting, and I didn't pay attention to the results. , except for his own clothes, all of the husband's suits, shirts, ties and even handkerchiefs are brown, and the daughter's coats, shoes, and skirts are also brown. Only the youngest son ran away because he was still an infant and could not buy brown diapers. One day, my whole family went out on the street together, and I suddenly saw my family in the big mirror of the store, which looked exactly like the image of the homeless that I had created in the picture, looking very depressed and disgraced. At that moment, I was stunned for a moment and felt very kind. Then I figured it out and couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

So, we, the young Chinese mothers, are really the worst at home! There is no need to neglect the role of a heavy-handed person!

The children are still young, and they will accept whatever you give them. As long as we give it gently and naturally, they will definitely enjoy it.

So, I hope that every mother can help young children develop an interest in color life, observe more color changes in nature, increase their concern for colors, and boldly use colors to express their inner feelings. Emotions can move him and others with rich colors in the future, and he can become a sound and intelligent child in life.

Let us carefully protect the beautiful heart in his heart. rainbow.