Sticking to the Garden of Dreams —— Thoughts after Reading "Fine Carving" (Song)

-the feeling of reading "Fine Carving"

Song Yuqi

More than forty years ago, it was a gorgeous spring. A beautiful girl, bathed in the warm spring breeze, facing the world full of spring flowers, rooted the magical literary seeds in her heart. From then on, the seed in this dream is the smallest of all kinds of seeds. When it grows up, it is bigger than all kinds of vegetables and becomes a small tree. Birds in the air can stop on its branches. Fairy tale dream changed the track of her life world. Youth, naive childhood, poetic atmosphere. Under the dream of lush years, the words are thriving, and the rich book fragrance is full of her youth diary. The power of love is gentle and moist, and this literary seedling thrives. This magical seed has great vitality. In her heart, she enjoys the warm companionship of sunshine and rain, grows up with teenagers, makes progress together and writes miracles together.

This poet, who grew up in Longjiang Literature Garden and has always adhered to his literary dream, is Mr. Wang Lijuan, vice chairman of Hulan Writers Association. For decades, she has never forgotten her journey, lived up to her childish heart and persisted in her dreams. Finally, her dream came true in the golden autumn of October, and the earth was a bumper harvest. Her two-volume poetry anthology "Selected Poems" is exquisite, and it was published in "Sunset and Lonely Heron Qi Fei, Autumn Waters * * * One Color" with a full moon and a beautiful autumn day. Stone, the hard work and harvest. The launching ceremony of the new book was held on the banks of Hulan River in my hometown, the campus where the author used to dream when he was young. I'm out of town, so it's hard to attend. Teacher Wang sent me a book, which is thousands of miles away. I can't thank you enough for that. I opened the book and began to read. I am very touched and grateful.

Water is active, so its flow is infinite; Wood has roots, so life is not poor; People have dreams, so their ambitions are not bad. People with dreams have a broad vision and a vast world. That dream seed full of magical power makes Li Juan's dream garden colorful, full of flowers and breezy. She is crazy about poetry, kneeling in front of the hall of poetry and bathing in the world of poetry, giving the dreamer the light of wisdom and the elegance of rhyme. A simple and real dream is to fly a kite in the sky in the hands of the dreamer. The line is getting longer and longer, and the beautiful kite flies higher and farther.

Seedlings are rooted in the fertile soil of literature, accompanied by budding, breaking ground, flowering, fruiting, mature melons ... magical dreams, which are infinitely magnified and stretched by those who persist in their dreams. The love of literature and poetry, because of keeping dreams, has become the dominant gene in vitality. Turning a cocoon into a butterfly, the dreamer's life is full of Chun Xue, clear springs and flowing water, and spring blossoms. The elegance and agility of poetry are full of romance, beautiful as Erhai Cangshan and majestic as Guanshan Mingyue. There is a bamboo ambition in my heart, breaking the blank of ten thousand volumes, but I will not give up for a long time. Spreading poetic beauty on the road ahead with magical dreams, harvesting deep beauty in the dream world and pursuing lofty beauty in life have all turned into her passionate, exquisite and jade-like articles. It has sublimated into a wonderful story with pure thoughts and beautiful words in the world. Her poems and essays have a strong influence and it is difficult to release them after reading them. I have collected two poems and essays in my backpack and memorized them for nearly a month. I take them out after work and read them carefully. The romantic and realistic daily necessities, warm and cold human feelings, and the cold world all became her first poem, full of affection and philosophy. No duck can swim out of Nanjing alive, and no touching story in life will pass away like a meteor in the author's pen. Lively, lively and emotional, just like a wild orchid, who is its surname at first sight? That is not as good as full of green, guarding the grassland of the airport. After reading it, I realized that if life is like the first time, there is no need to meet each other.

In the world of poets, it is a romantic song. Because time will compose music for her and the starry sky will sing for her. In the poet's world, it is a landscape picture of lemon. The door that refused to be replaced for eighteen years is a deep memory of mother and daughter. Outside the door is the back of the flying child, and inside the door is the eyes of the pure mother who expects the child to return. In the poet's world, there is a poem that has never been recited. The blue moon shines in a quiet alley, and the petals of rain falling in my heart moisten and inspire her all the time, so that the literary dream planted by that young mind will not dry up and wither in the years of growth.

Vivid story, simple and delicate, moving emotions. The characters are vivid and clever, with smiles between the lines, which makes people listen with relish. Old friends, after a few decades, although the face is pale, the tea is fragrant and the wine is strong, there are years when * * * words once burned passionately, and there are also brilliant fleeting years. Warm poetry, casting deep affection in poetry, is very touching. The real life, the dream world, will not be affected by the fireworks. The dishes and meals cooked by my mother will also have the sweetness of a big meal, which I will never forget. The outside world is a gloomy storm in the south of the Yangtze River, but she walks through the lonely literary world and streets in the drizzle, enjoying the euphemistic truth of the world and the lovely spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. The world of dreams is often tired and crowded. When inspiration surges in her mind, she will naturally be full of energy, sitting at her desk alone, picking up a slender pen and deeply recalling the world in her dreams. She didn't cling to the idol wrist, but she was moved by that wonderful song in college life. She rested on weekends, took the green leather train to Zhalong Hexiang, and looked for the beauty of beautiful stories in romantic music.

In order to dream, she traveled thousands of miles to listen to a literature lecture given by her favorite teacher. How many times have I walked through the ideal campus I dreamed of, stopped to go forward, listened to the elegant and enterprising class bell after a long separation, and the tall lilac tree, looking for five petals of flowers, praying for my dream wish and sweet past.

Some people say that literary creation is a boring and difficult secular practice, but it should be a phoenix reborn from the fire and the completion of the eternal dream pursuit in the hearts of literary people. In poetry, she sticks to her beautiful dream and moves forward, just like soft and moving music, beautiful and elegant! She tried to figure out the details in words, the subtle changes of her father's personality during his illness, and realized that the greatness of human nature lies in the long-term memory and painful parting after a hundred years of life. When she wanted to write a volume of "Family Spring and Autumn" for her husband's family, the frail old father stopped moaning and suffering, and his frown became a smile, a dusty family past, and the years of life came slowly, as poetic and sweet as smoke.

Tibetan language in the chest is like a valley, and poetry and books in the belly are full. Mastering words and writing poems is full of mystery, which is the happiness of literary dreamers, the bitter pursuit and the harvest. In midsummer, it is cold for nine days, flowers bloom and fall, and geese come and go. This is the insistence of literary dreamers on their dreams for decades. Literature has long been like blood that melts into the long river of life and cannot be separated from life. In the south corner of He Lan Town, in front of the white marble statue of the famous female writer Xiao Hong, in the back garden full of stories; Four observation pavilions on the high western hills; Notre Dame de Paris Fifth Middle School Church in the East; On both sides of the rushing Helan River, a new generation of literary dreamers along the Hulan River are recorded. On this fertile soil, the poetic style and literary connotation condensed by the predecessors are passed down from generation to generation, and they persevere and tirelessly cultivate their dreams.

Zeng Guofan once said: Nothing is difficult in the world. Once I dreamed for nine days in a row and climbed eight thousand miles. It is easy to dream, difficult to keep it, and even more difficult to realize it. A cavity blood, a cavity passion, a fiber pen, a poem. With decades of spring, summer, autumn and winter, rainbows are reflected in the sky in front of dreamers after the storm. People are just dust in the boundless "space" and fragments in the unchanging "universe". The universe is so vast and humble that when it has everything, it is called space. The vast and long history can only be left behind, and only those printed words with the warmth of love and the fragrance of ink are unforgettable memories of tomorrow, tomorrow, future and distant future. In her happy life and busy work in the workplace, she persisted in her dream of literary creation for many years, and engaged in literary creation in her spare time without whipping her own horse, with remarkable achievements and fruitful results. He joined Harbin Writers Association and Heilongjiang Writers Association successively and was elected as the vice chairman of Hulan Writers Association. This autumn, two volumes of Lingling Qing were published at one time, which amazed the fertile soil of northern Xinjiang literature bred by Hulan River in the flower season. This is the feeling of green leaves to roots.

She was born in the Sugar Beet Research Institute of China Academy of Agricultural Sciences in the east of Hulan, and engaged in seed science research of national sugar industry. Once upon a time, it was a famous scientific research unit at the same level as the county government. This compound has not only innovated many scientific research achievements on the agricultural front of the motherland for many times, but also cultivated literary seeds full of fragrant and sweet dreams, rooted in the literary soil of Hulan, took root and sprouted, blossomed and borne fruit, and the book was filled with beautiful, rich and elegant hometown Hulan.

Brief introduction of the author

Song, a native of Hulan District, Harbin, loves literature, photography and hometown. Member of China Poetry Society, Member of China Great Wall Society, Member of China Folk Photography Association, People's Daily? Correspondent of Dida Monthly, Farmer Daily, Heilongjiang Daily, Heilongjiang Rural Daily, Harbin Radio and Television Weekly, Harbin Writers Association, Harbin Daily, Hulan Writers Association and Xiaoxiang Poetry Society.

I am willing to use my favorite words to publicize my hometown, express my hometown and praise my hometown.