Fu Donghua's prose collection

Once upon a time, Xie Lingyun traveled mountains, cut down trees and took paths ... There were hundreds of followers, so he was suspected to be a mountain thief. Nowadays, people watch the scenery on the train. Although they don't spoil the scenery like leisure clubs, poets who advocate walking alone always think such a thing is indecent.

However, aside from elegance, we think the scenery on the train has a different flavor.

The scenery is still life, but when you sit on the train and watch it, it becomes moving. No matter how a walking tourist regards himself as a camera that shakes his head, how wide can his field of vision be? No matter how harsh he is and how much the checkpoint moves, his current scene is always limited. If you watch it on the train, the landscape will change shape, providing you with a series of different scenes, so that you can get hundreds of miles of landscape outlines in a few hours. Train Scenery (if I may put in a noun) is an active film and a novel with natural beauty as its theme. It has a plot and layout-a beginning, a climax and a happy ending.

Since the newly-built Hangjiang Railway was opened to traffic in Lanxi last spring, a novel like this has been published in our natural literature circle. The beautiful voice of the critic has already reached my ears, but I didn't have time to read it until autumn. However, what a lucky day autumn is! Inadvertently saw the most beautiful performance of Hangzhou river view.

Train Scenery has its own personality. There are many yellow sands on Pingpu Road and many funeral parlours on Shanghai-Hangzhou Road. The northern end of Beijing-Shanghai Road is only slightly vigorous, and the rest is as ordinary as Shanghai-Hangzhou Road. In short, these roads give us the same impression-monotonous. They are almost all the same pattern. You see it this way in this section, and it's still like this in the other section ... It's all flat territory, and the horizon is further away. Occasionally there are one or two mountains as the background of Pingqu, but how monotonous they are!

Autumn is old and raining, which is the season to read good books.

After I set sail from the river, I was ready wholeheartedly-I was ready to enjoy it, and I was ready to paint on the glass windows on both sides without interruption.

Xiaoshan has passed, and Linpu has passed. For almost an hour, I only happened to catch a glimpse of one or two distant mountain shadows, most of which were flat areas near the horizon on the Shanghai-Hangzhou road, and I began to feel a little disappointed. So I went to Jianshan Station. Look, the mountain is coming.

When the mountain came, Pingchou was suddenly swallowed up by the mountain. We were caught in the ranks of mountains, which served as a ritual in front of us. That's overlapping mountains, special mountains in nature. You will never feel thin, and you will never doubt the cutting and lost work in the manufacturing process.

Sometimes you can almost touch the mountain wall with your hand, but most of the local mountains are extremely inclined. Although you are walking in the gap between the two foothills, you are still far from the top of the mountain, which gives you a considerable angle to see the whole mountain. But which mountain will show you its complete shape? The mountain and its companions are either side by side, arm in arm, cuddling or folding. Some show half a veiled face from their partner's shoulder seam, and some show curved eyebrows from their sisters' temples. Heavy makeup comes first, and with the bending of your trip, it looks flattering; Hiding behind in light makeup, watching you run forward with a heart, holding a reluctant attitude.

This made us look around for twenty or thirty minutes, just like the state of recovery after an eclipse. The flat field was slowly spit out, but the horizon could not be restored in the end. There are mountain shadows everywhere in the gradually developing flat domain; The depth of the mountain shadow is inversely proportional to the width of the flat domain. There are several flat areas that seem endless, but there is still a green pen dipped in water on its edge.

So after passing through Mae Chi, it was another scene. Suddenly, the lights in our car were out of balance. Suddenly, a black shadow broke into our right. I looked up quickly, and it turned out that an overlapping mountain was slowly covered by smoke. This list of hills is different from the hills facing the mountains seen in the previous paragraph. They are hazy, they can't tell their own level, and they can't see its outline clearly. There is no boundary between the sky and the sky above, and the foundation below is serene and indistinguishable, just like the blue line looming on marble. I don't know where it originated and it's hard to say where it ended.

At that time, our left side was flat, but I don't know how to turn. The mountain suddenly moved to the left and the flat suddenly moved to the right. If so, after alternating several times, there are hills on the left and right sides, but they are not as tight as before, and there is a flat area on the left and right sides for buffering.

The strangest sight at this time is the difference in light and shade between the left and right sides of the mountain. Looking to the left, the outline of the mountain is blurred; When you look to the right, it is as clear as a geometric figure. You think this is of course caused by the phenomenon of "autumn rain crossing the ridge", but after a few minutes, the vague and clear direction suddenly changed, and we obviously walked in a straight line. Who can explain the mystery?

Here we are. Since then, the suspense drama has come to an end and the colorful medieval romantic drama has begun. After the curtain was opened, I saw a continuous screen on both sides and a huge thick blanket on the ground. The screen is all thick green, and the carpet is composed of three colors: yellow, red and green. Yellow is uncut slow rice, red is Qiao Mai, and green is vegetables. But who cares what it is? We are too busy to watch. These three colors constitute all the graphics of plane geometry, weaving Persian carpets, Dutch carpets, weft yarns, clouds and satin ... all the patterns that human beings can imagine. Because of our own flight, the three basic pigments played the role of three-color plates and became all possible colors in the process of flying backwards. Very rich, very rich! We enjoyed the paintings of the Netherlands during the Renaissance, and we entered the Sultan Palace in The Arabian Nights.

This made our stomach so tired that it couldn't melt at once, so it suddenly changed again. That's after Zhuji Paitou Station. Although the previous mountains overlapped and complicated, we could only see its depth and distance, but we couldn't see its wonders. In the past, no matter whether the mountain was ambiguous or clear, it always carried a thick layer of meat. Only in this way did the mountain stand out. The mountains are gradually protruding, not as smooth as before. Some of them are angry with iron stones on their foreheads, and some have terrible swords and halberds hanging around their waists. We passed by, and the cliff overhead threatened us. Even the rocks a little farther away sat like arhats, glaring at us. In this way, we left the sensual luxury and entered the realm of isolation.

But the adjustment is coming again. It was hot for a while, cold for a while, noisy for a while, quiet for a while, and finally we arrived at Zhengjiawu, neither cold nor hot, neither noisy nor quiet. The mountain is still so tall and straight, but there are several Gu Song plants on the top of the mountain, which completely cover the mountain bones and reduce the ferocious trend. So we regained the soft and delicate taste in the stiff and cold. That kind of show, that kind of Cui, I have only seen in the ancient paintings of Song people in my life. Once upon a time, when I saw the ancients using stone green in painting, I often suspected that there was no such color in nature. I saw pine trees in Zhengjiawu this time. I believe that the coloring of the ancients is not a fabrication.

The water came out. We saw a lot of water along the way, but none of it was a factor that constituted the scenery. After crossing Zhengjiawu, I saw a winding and clear mountain stream, which turned into a melody with the return of the mountain. Hangjiang road scenery to Zhengjiawu to prepare the landscape.

So we turned a corner, and we will face the most wonderful part of autumn scenery in Hangjiang-we will reach the climax.

Suxi-Even the name seems to have some charm, but it no longer belongs to Zhuji, a stone producer. As soon as we turned the corner, we saw a burst of red burning like wildfire-red all over the mountain and pier and the whole valley. This is not the red of maple leaves, but the red of cotyledons. In the gap between cotyledons, buckwheat stalks make up for it, so everything is covered by a seamless coat made of red brocade.

But if this piece of red brocade is square, rectangle, diamond, equilateral triangle, equilateral triangle, circle, ellipse, or any other geometric figure, it is not surprising, and it can't be so interesting. Because there is a set shape, there is a perfect place and a monotonous place. Even if the perspective of your activities can make HongLing alternate between squares, circles, triangles and diamonds, there are always only a few sets, and you will be exhausted. No; The wonder of this place is not that it has changed, but that you feel it has changed, but you don't know how it has changed. How can I describe this? In short, when you stand in this place, you have to doubt the geometer himself. If you try to say: At some point, there is a road in front of me. There is a mountain in the left hand and water in the right hand. No, it's not right; Never been so neat. In fact, there is no road in front of you, only a few yards at most, and then it is blocked by the mountain. However, your train can still drive past, and the road will naturally come out. You say the mountain is in your left hand, maybe it is really behind you; You said the water is in your right hand, maybe it is really in front of you. Because all the geometric figures are broken. One minute you are in such a deformed circle, and the next you are in a different circle. You are still deformed, but you are completely different. In this way, your train has been walking in a straight line or curve for dozens of minutes. Your consciousness can never catch those mountains, waters, streams and beaches, but only feels red, red, red, uninterrupted red and shapeless red, which makes you feel lost and confused, even where you are standing.

Usually, the landscape is composed of two elements: mountains and rivers, and the flat domain is not the element of the landscape. So most landscape painters start from the water's edge and bring water at the foot of the mountain. Never draw a flat area between mountains and rivers. There are mountains, water, streams and beaches in this area, but there are also flat lands, but they are all so scattered and harmonious, and the natural structure of the landscape has not been destroyed because of the flat lands, which is another feature of the most wonderful part of this landscape.

Since then, in the vicinity of Yiwu county, the natural beauty has to give way to the more common needs of human beings, and the mountains and rivers have retreated into fields, and the red leaves are gradually thinning. If you continue, you can "laugh at yourself." However, our novel is not finished yet, and the rest of the answers are unknown. The happy reunion in the future can only be broken down next time.

It can be said that "the article is natural, and the clever hand is complacent." Since ancient times, the plan to build a railway has never referred to the scenery. However, Hangjiang Road has become a masterpiece of scenery!

However, the above is just my personal impression at present. If it is not the rainy season full of red leaves, of course, your impression will be different. Don't blame me for exaggerating when I find that it doesn't match the facts in the future.

A new life of writing.

If we really had such a Cang Xie before, then Cang Xie was the first person to lead a literary life, because since he was the "history" of the Yellow Emperor, he could not always bring his own axe or dare not follow the crowd.

Since then, this life has never stopped being refurbished: some helpers who write lyrics for others also live on wages like other helpers, from literary attendants enshrined in the inner court to private secretaries who are treated as servants in the same room; Some simply treat words as commodities and conduct cash transactions with customers, ranging from selling monuments and tombs to hanging signs and ordering decorations. In short, no matter what kind of written life has existed since ancient times, it is not necessarily "stronger today".

But this kind of life has always been looked down upon. In the past, people said that "a man of letters is not satisfied" because his "people" lived on "literature".

Now we just need to put forward the word "commercialization of words", and we can judge this life immediately.

However, if we carefully observe the author's life, we will know that such a judgment may be unfair.

Because "writing" and "life" should never be linked together, there are only two ways: first, of course, it is impossible to tell literati not to live at all; Another is to ask literati not to make a living by doing writing work.

Yes, let's check the poetry collections of previous scholars. Not only can't get royalties, but you have to pay for it yourself. But how did they write these poems? Here is a rating.

Among the literati with rich "capital", he climbed slowly from the Children's Hall to the Imperial Academy, and had to pay a large sum of capital first. By the time imperial academy and other imperial edicts arrived, although the payment was not counted by words, he already had money to support him, and when he closed the museum, he could not only get his money back, but also live without food and clothing, so that he could do his "fairy business" in leisure.

If the capital is not thick, or the official career is not prosperous, then the drowning person will have to be Mr. Ma Er, pick his bedding into the Hanwenlou, pick the ink roll, ask for leave to see the women on the lake, buy some profitable places to chew, and never get enough to eat.

Even if Mr. Changli's literary name is achieved, it is inevitable to sell monuments and tombs. However, selling monuments and tombs is a great shame for literati, but in fact, compared with previous literati, the scale of operation is just different; There is no standard for those who are lofty and mean.

Of course, in modern times, the situation is different: the words "writing" and "life" are more closely linked. Therefore, if the society still needs words for the time being, and the literati don't want to raise them, it seems inconvenient for us to deny the life of words with the evil of "commercialization of words" as an excuse; The question is just what kind of goods you produce, what texture your goods are, and whether your goods can have geometric social value.

There is a sentence in the poem "Living in the Back Garden" by Zhao Yi, a poet in Qing Dynasty: A guest suddenly knocked at the door and sent me a pen, asking me to be an epitaph and to work for it; Politics must be respectful to the emperor, and learning must be Zhu Cheng. I thought that the play was as intended and pieced together into an article, but it was actually a gentleman's disciple; Do what you want, and you won't lose a penny. If this article is handed down, who can tell a wise man from a fool? Or cited as evidence, it is actually famous in history. Most of the history of educated youth is also false.

Another way: perennial hardship, this year is particularly difficult. My wife sent a sentence before: "I won't eat tomorrow." Thank him with a smile and say, "Don't get involved. We haven't finished reciting a poem. When my poem is finished, I'll cook hydrochloric acid. Seeing Chang 'an Road, are there any officials starving to death? "

These two poems can just represent the two attitudes of the old literati towards life. The former can be said to be "writing for life". As long as you can get it, you might as well talk about it as a play. The latter can be said to be "writing for the sake of writing". If "nothing is settled", then "there will be no food tomorrow" will be ignored. Judging from the current situation, these two attitudes are probably hereditary. Of course, we think the former "joking" attitude is unacceptable. Even the latter attitude, though relatively rare, cannot be considered satisfactory. First, although there are no "starving officials" on Chang 'an Road, there are inevitably hungry ghosts in the literary field. Therefore, no matter what the spirit of "no food tomorrow" is, it is desirable, but it is not necessary to speak until Chang' an Road, even if you are afraid. Secondly, we also have to ask, what are the benefits of the word "unsafe"? If someone says you are one of them

After this word is settled, it will only make you comfortable for a while, so you probably won't have to hurt your wife without breakfast tomorrow.

Therefore, in this ancient literary life, there is really a "new life". I think we should look beyond these two attitudes.