Classic Prose Fang Zhongxian: Spring after the Epidemic

Classic Prose Fang Zhongxian: Spring after the Epidemic

Text/Fang Zhongxian

The epidemic has passed and entered the spring. The spring is bright, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the air is humid, infiltrating people's hearts and lungs. When we reached for it, we looked up and saw that the air was full of the breath of spring.

The season of the year lies in spring, but the best time of the year has been embezzled by the demon of epidemic disease. However, the national anti-epidemic army has turned the tide and buried the epidemic demon, making this spring more splendid in full of green. You can see that young shallots stand upright like sheep giants to rewrite the scenery in the north, and tender leeks stretch out green leaves to shake their heads and twist their waists to show angels in white's anti-epidemic charm. Birds gather in the trees to write poems, recite the heroic feats of the people's soldiers, and the grass bows its head and cries the grief of the patients. I listened carefully, the birds were singing, and I was writing a magnificent poem, telling how countless soldiers shouted, and the steel bars with iron bones cast the soul of the army.

This spring, no matter where you go, birds and flowers will be fragrant, and countless lives will bloom with colorful flowers, illuminating every corner of China.

Turning over a book in the sun, the rough texture of the pages makes people feel very practical. Li Qingzhao said, live as a hero and die as a ghost? .

Yue Fei said, "Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon". How many heroes and people with lofty ideals have been inspired. "Today's epidemic prevention army loves life and death, and its heart is selfless and broad." People let their hearts go like sick lambs, and they can't eat the fragrance of spring flowers and plants. Those tiredness are gradually smoothed away; The dust was also washed away; Seeing that man-made disasters are more terrible than natural disasters in confusion will return to sobriety and firmness.

No matter how long the city has been closed and isolated for two months, people are trapped, annoyed and depressed only today. Comb your heart and release your feelings to enjoy the opportunity of spring outside, but you should know that this spring was bought by those heroes who fought against the epidemic with their lives.

Today, I have the honor to tidy up my mind. Get rid of clutter, keep clear, start writing, a pen and a notebook with the cover of Wuhan cherry blossoms given to me by Wuhan writer Jiang Jingjing, and nothing else.

A notebook, all over the mountains. They use words, sounds, dances and brushes to record the dribs and drabs of the anti-epidemic journey, the tenacity and tenacity of China people in the face of suffering, and the songs and poems that really flow among people! .

Taking notes and simply thinking about what you like is a necessary feeling and enlightenment. As a famous writer in Wuhan said, "Your head should grow on your shoulders, not on documents and newspapers.

My brain is clumsy and imperfect, but I can write simple ideas at the moment. I can't just focus on money, just try to get it one by one. I must have a strong sense of justice, pay attention to people's livelihood, describe those parents who lost their children in the disaster, those children who lost their parents, those families who lost contact, those victims whose tears have dried up but they can't hear their cries, and they are excited because they can't see their wailing expressions. The writer's writing is not only to refuel the oil lamp and paint the red flag red, but also to praise the grandeur of the epidemic prevention battlefield and the heroism of the hero. He also needs a blue shirt to sink into the bottom of life, look at the station pier, in front of the Yellow Crane Tower, lonely families, the departure of his wife and children, the breakup of husband and wife, orphans and widows who are left unattended, pay attention to the misfortune of those unfortunate people, speak for them and speak for them. This is the writer's unshirkable responsibility. Only in this way can writers walk with conscience and hold hands with morality.

Literature is the study of people. We need to tell the truth, speak human words and have real feelings. We can't just sit in the office and make things up. We groaned without illness, and our eyes overlapped with the ripple lines drawn by the pen tip. The past epidemic was only an end, not a victory, and there were still traces in the smoke.

There is a saying in the writer's WeChat group. When the spring flowers are blooming, climb the Yellow Crane Tower hand in hand. "Go in the direction you believe. Can be used as a reminder and guidance. In the smoke and dust, we need spiritual supplies from the broad masses of the people. We should go and see for ourselves, but stumbling is always different from canoeing. Some encounters, if you can distinguish and cherish, will encounter unexpected light. In short, you should serve the party, the country and the people wholeheartedly, dare to tell the truth, and do everything possible to dig out the truth behind some illusions.

This spring is different from usual. Scenes come with feelings, feelings come from scenes, reading books, listening to music, and don't like to communicate with people. I don't want to go out and join in the fun. I want to go alone. I want to talk to them with the famous works of Li Bai, Du Fu and Tao Yuanming. The essence of culture needs communication and understanding since ancient times, so I hope that high-level cultural bosom friends can interact together, even through time and space. I think the masterpieces of these cultural celebrities have the charm of being told for thousands of years because they describe the people and reflect the truth.

In the afternoon, I climbed Lanjiashan, climbed the Yan Wen Tower, crossed the suspended suspension bridge, and sighed step by step, feeling refreshed and happy.

Along the way, I will not hesitate to discard useless things in my mind and give my mind a brand-new space. Because there is too much garbage stored during the quarantine period, it needs to be cleaned and updated in the spring after the epidemic, which is conducive to my inner clarity and emptiness.

Sitting in front of the flower bed, the body spends a long time, and the heart will also dye the innocent fragrance of flowers and trees; If the heart is often immersed in the stone bridge of the book, the body will be soft with the mountains and rivers, and the silver bell will be hung step by step.

I like to prove the attraction of the same master, see more and understand more, get close every time, and eventually arrive.

Since the epidemic raged, I have gained more love for life. Looking back, thinking about our once dull life is actually the best day. Write a true story. I am dull and quiet.

Cherish this spring after suffering from the popularity of wind knives and frost swords! Long road, walk slowly, shallow streams, deep springs, less bow their heads and look up at flowers.