Appreciation of American literature in the summer of seven years

Wisdom will hurt feelings and will not live long.

Author Xia Qinian

I can't remember how many times I hid under the night light and wrote for you in tears. I can't remember how many weak wanderings are no longer weak and secret. However, this mottled scene is still coming to an end.

I don't want all my sins to be forgiven in your pity, and I don't want to crown your generosity with any rejection. I just want a piece of paper, a light carving, and a bubble magic ball that our fingertips can break. Pay tribute to such a secret and untraceable death struggle. A savage let-down Ling Ran, a sword to snow non-trace roar.

No matter you at this moment or I at that time, please come to this funeral with a cherished heart. The deep and shallow ravines we walked through and the wonderful things we saw were all forgotten and made a clean break with death. From then on, we lived far apart.

That year, you said, I want you to go as far as I want, on one condition, you have to come back and marry me.

If so, what happened many years ago is nothing.

At the age of "over thirteen years old, cardamom is in early February", how can you forget that you are enjoying Yangzhou Road alone, and I don't know when to roll up the bead curtain. Time? However, "sentimental is always ruthless, and only when you feel respect can you laugh." Ah. It can also be understood as "the candle heart is different, and the tears are for others until dawn." Desolate? Harp and the beauty of harp belong to two kinds.

I have my fault, but I have been soaked by the cold dust of the city. If the dust can be picked up by the handrail, a few drops of purple acid tears can be seen with a slight twist. That's the liquid of my guilt.

However, after I left, when did you remember what it was like to wander for a long time, cherish it for a long time and not shine for a long time?

I have to trudge through the vicissitudes of life and then turn around and look down at the sadness and melancholy about you that have been flooding for many days.

The number of years today is not lower than before. There is a conspiracy in the boring silence. From time to time, there will be a little pain that cannot be peeled off. Wishes are beautiful, crying hurts, and picking them up separately is a terrible fireworks. You can see how charming and enchanting it is before it blooms. Forget it, I'll try again, and no matter how stubborn I am, I can't repair the tear in the flower illusion.

Like a silhouette frame by frame, I'm so stupid that I can't even carve a boat with a sword. Let alone talk about you and me.

Seeing you again this year, I read fatigue in your eyes. Tired of spinning with the years. If there was still the possibility of ecstasy, you wouldn't laugh after three drinks like Bai Yutang. The charm and wildness of that smile exudes the smell of us sitting back-to-back on the lawn in the sun many years ago. Now it is unnatural to mix together.

Cherry blossoms fall, maple leaves wither, and the fleeting time is forgotten. What geometry is needed?

You haven't worn the chiffon skirt I gave you. The dust in the closet has long been broken, but it is most hateful to forget it is not cute and disappear. Between loveliness and hatred, what makes us stop being excited?

I said I would dream about you, I would give you a red wedding dress, and you promised to be my confidante, and this life will remain the same.

You have come a long way since your dream was shattered. So far away that I can't see it anymore.

In all the unnatural and reluctant time, you used your back and my watch to show an unprecedented formal farewell. Quiet, secret, revealing scarred joy.

What a sad joke this is.

There is a kind of fireworks, although broken, but still beautiful.

Author Xia Qinian

When I met Xiao Juan chatting in the "Navis Cafe" again, it was more than two months since I first wrote her story. Maybe anyone who has read this story carefully will feel scared and stick to his fantasy, or be willing to feel sorry for what happened to Xiao Juan. But the truth is, we have no real power to give her a new life and courage. Even if you are full of shame and indignation, even if she has the illusion of getting rid of shame, you can't properly repair her disastrous youth track.

At this time, she is wearing a silver bracelet and earrings, emitting an empty and blurred atmosphere. Through her cold and distant eyes, I found that many once simple and vulgar outlines no longer exist. She has completely turned into a reserved and evil woman. She was forced to accept the novelty of trying and the pious atonement. There is no suspense.

She told me that the only regret now is that I didn't find the right teenager at the right age to fall in love. There will never be such an opportunity again in my life. I comforted and said, come on, no one has the right to stop you from meeting, as long as you want.

She said, jokes. Everyone has the right to know each other's ugly history. Even if he doesn't need it, I will feel uneasy. After all, the contrast of love does not mean that we can continue to let bygones be bygones. Love is not easy, and you can't be sorry. At least I have defects that no woman should have. My incompleteness, if it can be tolerated by others, is still my shame.

I asked, can you tell me your life now? Okay？ She said, that's it. Being with someone who doesn't love you can only be said to be a waste of time. And the rest of my time can only be wasted. So it is natural.

Is he rich? I keep asking. She said, yes. But I have nothing but to be his doll. It won't happen again in this life. I admit that I have despaired of this world, starting from the age of 18, or earlier. Anyway, all the excitement belongs to others. I lick my ugly scar all the time, which is also a funny handle for others.

After chatting for a while, Xiao Juan left with a fashion bag. Give me a shy smile and say, let's chat by email. After all, you are the only person I trust. You are a good friend. You know, I have no other relatives except my brother.

I stood up, waved goodbye to her and said, ok.

Xiao Juan disappeared in a white car. I was attracted by her gestures for a long time. I don't want to worry about the darkness of others for a long time. Others have their own survival routines. I can build an inseparable bridge between despair and waste. What can I say as a bystander?

It's just that I don't think such a sad thing should be so hot. It should be helpless, intense, unfamiliar and frivolous, and it should also clearly show its temperament that is consumed or worn away in busy work. In the golden age of the girl, she was overwhelmed by the despicable clutches of her father and social people, the profound helpless comfort of her mother and brother, and the dust blowing all over the world.

But her characteristics are particularly obvious, encouraged by the preciseness of petty bourgeoisie women, stifled by the smoky smell, blinded by the delicate and decadent appearance, and destroyed by the amorous feelings of spring flowers and autumn moon. Unfortunately, her heart, which has gone through many vicissitudes, has long gone.

There is no possibility of calling for help.

The brightest fireworks and the darkest flowers.

Xiao Juan sent me a lot of emails in succession, asking me to write her story. I think, those memories with scars, let it go. But she said that if it is not recorded in some way, it will be the shadow of her life. Think twice, or write carefully, as a condemnation of the wicked.

Xiao Juan was born in the countryside. From the day she was born, she clearly felt that her family was different from others. Mom is very old. Father entered the police station one by one. Later, she learned that her mother was tricked into this village by a distant relative to be her father's wife. For the convenience of narration, let's call women a show and men a hall. When Xiu came to the dilapidated Tang family, the first feeling was that this life would be over. Because she saw that Tang's friends were all social scum. Often discuss the master's daughter and Lucy's daughter-in-law. That's not enough. The important thing is that don lives by stealing. All the stolen money is used for gambling and drinking. Later, Xiu gave birth to two children, Xiao Juan and his younger brother. Despite having children, don's wildness remains unchanged. Sometimes I go home once every few days. Sometimes they are taken by the police for interrogation and torture. I feel embarrassed.

Xiao Juan had to go to school, and her mother helped her apply for poverty assistance. Even so, the situation is still embarrassing. Because she doesn't even have a decent dress. When her father came back, Xiu asked him, "The children are so old, can you stop doing this?" We live a wonderful life. "Tang was furious and beat her mother. And scold: "Bitch, I'm not in your charge. "

In Xiao Juan's memory, there are countless scenes of such violence. After graduating from junior high school, Xiao Juan became an elegant and beautiful girl. Excellent academic performance. I still remember that night clearly. It was a cold winter. She dropped out of school and went home because of a bad cold. Smell the house full of wine, and there are bursts of abuse. She saw her unrecognizable father again, smoking in one hand and pulling her mother's hair in the other, shouting loudly. Probably because his mother didn't visit him during the days when he was detained.

The first thing he said when he met Xiao Juan was that you just got back, so don't go to school in the future, go out to work and earn money. I found a good place for you. Xiao Juan was very wronged and told him that I had just finished my first year of high school and got good grades. Can I wait until I graduate from college, and then I can earn a lot of money to support my family? Without further ado, Tang slapped Xiao Juan twice. A bitch like your mother, is it easy for me to make money? I'll make you all work, and I won't kill you.

The next morning, Xiao Juan went to her mother's room with a tired body. At this time, Don entered the casino again. Xiu told her, son, mom can't give you happiness, please forgive me. Xiao Juan burst into tears. Xiu cried first. After helping her mother dry her tears, she made a decision to give up her studies and go out to work to repay her mother. However, what she didn't know was that Xiu had already suffered from severe angina pectoris. Life is in danger at any time. Don gambled more crazily at home. He and his partner succeeded in making a big deal. Made a lot of money.

When he came to a strange city, Xiao Juan looked for a job alone. Fortunately, I can be a shampoo girl in a barber shop. Although the living conditions are poor, at least I can earn some money to treat my mother. The shopkeeper is a simple man in his thirties, and he sympathizes with her. Don's gambling desire is getting stronger and stronger. He sold out everything that could be sold at home. When someone proposed to Xiao Juan, he readily agreed. The countryside calls it engagement. When engaged, the man needs to give the woman a sum of money. This money is Tang's purpose. Don hired Xiao Juan without his knowledge. I want to take this money back to the casino. Gamblers booed, haha, Tang, since you have money, why not play something bigger? Don thinks he is really rich and addicted to gambling.

Xiu's condition is getting worse and worse. I almost passed out a few times. Xiao Juan, who thought the shampoo shop was clean at first, was not as simple as she imagined. The owner's care for her is also purposeful. Two months later, I forced her to accept the job. She cried all night after she got the first money. Sometimes, regret is only a moment. Go home and urge her to get married. How can she marry a man she has never met? However, Don has lost all his engagement money. At this time, Xiu's illness recurred. Rescue is invalid, leave.

Xiao Juan's world is completely dark. One night after cooking, Tang, who was drunk, suddenly broke into the room. She was such an animal ... that obscene look made her unable to believe all this. Tang sounded like a knife: "Everyone says you look like a fairy. Come on, let dad have a good look and stay with me tonight ... "The moment when the soul was torn, it seemed to transcend life and death.

Fireworks are flying in the sky, dazzling, but some people cry their eyes out. I don't know what will happen tomorrow.

Implicit injury

In this world, many sad stories have been smeared with grandiose mistakes. This kind of story not only gives people a cold touch, but also is full of attractive atmosphere. For example, the smell of inferior cosmetics on the face of a bar girl. If beauty can really be fully displayed in this way, Cinderella's humble will be destroyed from now on. It's just that I've been suffering all my life, only to find that it's always been a thorn in my side. If you keep waiting, you won't be able to wait for that magnificent warmth. I have to obey the decisiveness of fate and use a natural and beautiful beauty of the whole city to repair the careless young people who have been scarred by the world.

And those who crouch in the corner shivering will always be witnesses of pain. The stunned appearance and faltering words are not enough to make these backward people hesitate. You may see the lonely heart more than once, full of enthusiasm and passion, wandering in the lonely desert. I trudged through the quiet ring. After countless struggles, I crawled in the dust and turned into a memorial service in the afterlife.

Stepping on the road of confusion, I came to the end of the sad red under the setting sun.

I talked about Zhang Ailing and San Mao before. Listen to a dream catcher. Now I know why Tayu Lo only added four sentences to "Youth Without Regret" and then covered it into a new song "Dreamcatcher". What does this have to do with San Mao? Yes, she passed away. Let the wandering footprints write a permanent memory in the desert, and the wandering handwriting is your deep passion, wandering in the voice in the past and future reincarnation, laughing at my worldly care. This is the regret of a sad soul. The last San Mao, like Li Qingzhao, can't get rid of the pain of losing her husband. Moreover, after the liberation, there was still a love affair that could not be solved. Red dust. Sanmao's screenwriter, Tayu Lo's music. This seamless healing is beyond the reach of any delicate acquaintance. And this vagrancy has now become a part of my pursuit. I hope that in this part, people who want to worry about words will send a pious masterpiece that does not seek shock, but seeks a solo that gallops in their hearts.

Zhang Ailing is one of my favorite writers. I discussed her works in detail. Including feelings.

I think this woman, if not saved by words, would have been destroyed. Look at her melancholy eyes and carve her stubborn lust. It seems that the whole busy world has no place for her. People's old age, I don't know how many gaps between life and death. I don't know how horrible it is.

Xiao Juan's story was written once. I often receive emails from readers about my words and stories. But Xiao Juan is really small. No one will care. Even if I write like this, I still can't change her fate subverted by reality at all. She is a very beautiful girl. Finally, I wrote, I don't know where tomorrow is. The background color of such a story is not completely outlined. She is just a drop in the ocean.

The Deep Wound of Fireworks —— Comment on Xia Qi's Novels

Author: Chaoyang mind

It can be said that since I started blogging, I have read countless articles, but none of them can really make me pick up a pen and comment heartily. I once wrote a comment on a photo post, because I haven't seen the simple face of the farmer for too long, and the author's photo is so vivid. I was really moved by the picture! There was once a novel that I couldn't put down. Although the author is a little conceited and even misunderstood me because of my outspoken, I like the article, not the prejudice between us. I like that article and shed a lot of tears for it. I dare say that this is a very touching story and a beautiful story. The author's writing skills are really extraordinary. There are more than 20 thousand comments on the web page alone. I collected that novel and cherished it, but I didn't write a whole review for him.

However, I haven't finished today, and I'm a little tired. I can't help but look at the blog and start writing-I want to write a review for the work "The Brightest Fireworks Bloom in the Summer of Seven Years". I don't know why I have this impulse, and I don't know why this story is so infectious. It wasn't my turn to be on duty in the circle that day, but I somehow clicked on it, glanced at the new blog post, saw the title of this article, and clicked on it. I think I'm used to reading some articles with weak voices, and I'm also mentally prepared. I look forward to a quick look at the next article. However, my eyes were attracted by the concise and talented words! Wow! If every author's articles are so fluent and natural that they attract people's attention, how delicious we should live every day as managers! Why don't we stop writing about ourselves and just read there!

Driven by mellow and delicate language, I couldn't help reading the whole story. The sad ending made me see the struggle buried in reality. This is reality, an out-and-out social reality! Mother's "show" was bought by father's "Tang". His father was addicted to eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. After he was imprisoned, he remained stubborn and continued to gamble, prostitute, steal and rob. Xiao Juan's mother tried to persuade him to turn back, so he hit him hard ... Xiao Juan, who had excellent academic performance, was forced to drop out of school by his father, went out to work, and was forced into prostitution by the hair salon owner. His mother died of a serious illness, and his father lost all his money gambling, leaving his daughter to others ... There are no ups and downs in the story and no ups and downs in emotional conflicts. This is a simple story. However, it is this story that reminds me of Ba Jin's "Cold Night" and that beautiful and sad erhu song "Deep Night" ...

We look forward to Xiao Juan's efforts to stand up from the darkness. We expect our beloved hero to have a good ending, the police to help him and the kind people to help him. However, even so, where can the fate of Xiao Juan be better? When a dehumanized father covers the sky of a kind child with his talons, how can a tender flower bloom? When true feelings and love are completely lost from gamblers, what we see is not only the tragedy of a family, but the lasting consequences of this family ... What about the future of Xiao Juan and the fate of the Xiao Juan brothers? Stop thinking about it, because the more you think about it, the more sad you feel. On the dark side of society, how many girls are ravaged by villains and how many teenagers are held hostage by evil black hands! We often write about the positive life and what we can see, but we often forget the darkness behind the society, and even we can't imagine what the darkness is like!

Our time has gradually ended the fantasy story. After people are sober-minded, they finally hate packaged novels. Those literary works in which heroes save the United States, Lei Feng reappears, good people help each other, and evil does not suppress right, finally can't blind the eyes of the world. Fake is fake, really true. As a result, many net writers have changed their previous styles and vividly depicted the vivid scenery in reality. Even if it is not to the taste of some editors, as long as it meets the requirements of readers and people's reading desires, such works are quietly popular in the network. I couldn't put it down, but I expressed a theme that readers and authors expected together with the truest feelings-the boyfriend in love took the responsibility of causing his girlfriend to miscarry and bleed, and he was unable to have children from now on. Although his parents tried their best to stop and criticize, their unswerving love was still so persistent and affectionate! This is the story of an ordinary person, the great loss caused by deviant love ... but in the summer of seven years, this novel shows not only one person, but the evil that can't be seen in the dark corner of the whole society. Besides this evil? We can't calculate, we can't tell!

This is the sorrow of an era and the poison of a society! It's not a cancer that can't be cured, but it continues to spread and devour many innocent lives under decadent money! As a newborn in the 1970s, I look at the world with my parents' eyes and the love of being a kindergarten teacher. Suddenly, I found my heart full of tears! /kloc-children born after 0/990 are as old as my son and the children I sent away from kindergarten. I still remember those childish faces, charming songs and smiles. At that time, we all said that children are the sun of tomorrow and the future of society! But the future in the story tells me, why do some people walk into the magic cave? Why can they only degenerate?

I feel extremely sad and painful!

Another cold night! Another "Late Night"!

Thank you for the story of the seven years of Xia, and thank you for this sad novel! This is a capture of the depth behind the darkness of contemporary society! I remember a year ago, a netizen read my article. She always talks so long about me, but it attracts her to finish involuntarily! Yes, I feel this way when writing, and I feel this way when reading. Thank you very much for your loyal comments! However, after reading this novel in the summer of seven years, I wrote this sentence in Weibo: "After reading the novel in the summer of seven years, I feel that my writing is not good at all." Yes, from the perspective of language ability, I feel that the gap is too big. Judging from the depth and intensity of performance, I can't reach it myself, and it's hard to find it in many articles.

I read Xia Qi's blog carefully, and almost all his articles were closed for comments. But they are all tens of thousands of hits, which shows that he has certain achievements and a certain reading group. From his words, I feel that it is after 90, which is my guess. It is rare to have such a gift at a young age. Seven summers, isn't this a literary genius? After 90, most people are optimistic about Han Han, and so is the summer seven years. He said that Han Han made himself wonderful, and he also wanted to make himself wonderful! In fact, everyone is the landscape of this society. When you find your own wonderful, it also brings wonderful to the society! Everyone may become a bright spot in the surging river of history, only depending on how you realize it, seize the opportunity and be yourself!

As an ordinary author, writing this book review for Xia Qi Years may not be noticed by many friends, but it is enough to vomit a person's hard work! No matter what the future looks like, as long as friends come together, I believe we all have the same love, the same hate, the same expectation and the same cry! We come together, and everyone is the pillar of the world sky. We support the construction of society and shoulder the heavy responsibility and mission of the times! Xia Qi and I have been friends for seven years, but we have no contact today. When a person is moved, a thousand words suddenly become impossible! Bless the summer for seven years, and also bless my friends! I know he is diligent in writing, so we should write it ourselves! Work hard! When we master our own destiny, we seize the throat of this era!