In the former residence of Shen Congwen in Fenghuang Ancient City, I saw a black-and-white photo of Mr. Shen when he was young, and his eyes were clear.

In the former residence of Shen Congwen in Fenghuang Ancient City, I saw a black-and-white photo of Mr. Shen when he was young. His clear eyes are like the clear stream of Tuojiang River, his face is clean and pure, his mouth slightly rises, and his brow is handsome and heroic.

There is also a photo of his twilight years hanging on the wall, wearing a pair of glasses, elegant, gentle, compassionate, innocent smiling face, like water welcoming dust. Walking into his study, I can still hear his laughter.

His love, tenacity, gentleness and sympathy run through his words and life, and are integrated and inseparable from beginning to end. He wrote: "I sighed softly many times." The sunset at the top of the mountain touched me very much, and so did the pebbles at the bottom of the water. There seems to be no dross in my heart. I love this river, the sunset, the boatman, and I love it very much! "

His life is like this, with a pair of eyes full of curiosity about the world like a child, a pure mood, and a warm love for everything worthy of love in the world. No matter what the years bring him, pain, humiliation, suffering, life is already prosperous and clean. His heart is the blue waves of the Tuojiang River, the mountains are mountains, and the moon is the moon, all of which are reflected in his heart and words. The stars hold the moon, and the son is a man.

Look at a group of photos of writer San Mao taken by photographer Xiao Quan. In Liu Yin Street, an ancient alley, Sanmao sat on a stone bench, with long seaweed hair hanging down at will, a wide cloth, barefoot wearing sandals and a cigarette twisted between his fingers. Her face is full of fatigue and vicissitudes of life, her eyes are looking at the distance, her face is stubborn, vacant and sad, and she can't say how lonely and lonely she is ... I look at her photos, as melancholy as rain and fog. Because, five months after taking this group of photos, she hanged herself on a pair of stockings and left that cold winter night. She died so forbearing and lonely. ...

Many years later, I first heard her voice on TV. It was the last voice she left to the world, so pure and sad, like a clear spring. On a cold night, her farewell words to her friends were only a few short words. Listen, is this San Mao's voice that I was obsessed with when I was young? Her voice is full of reluctance and nostalgia for the world, as well as helplessness and despair for life.

She is a lonely goose, flying alone in the desert. She is a swan without a partner, wandering alone and having nowhere to stay. A person who travels all over Qian Shan can't find the destination of his soul all his life. Only death is her final destination. This bird of paradise has returned to heaven, and I would like to think of her departure as this: God saw that she was living too hard and called her back …

I saw a self-portrait of Xu Beihong in the former residence of Xu Beihong in Yangshuo. At the age of 20, he looks unruly, doesn't laugh, and his eyes are awe-inspiring. This is just a burning dream, lofty arrogance and lofty thoughts in the eyes of young teenagers. He said, "A good painter must go his own way." Yes, in the face of painting, he is willful and only loyal to his feelings. In fact, any art needs to go its own way. The so-called another way is to stand on the shoulders of predecessors and pick up stars. His life has always been like this, unique and determined.

Look at Zhang Ailing's Contrast, which contains many precious photos of her from two or three years old to her twilight years. I especially like a photo of her in her twenties, which was taken by her friend Yan Ying. She stood on the balcony, her head tilted back, her eyes couldn't see clearly, her waist was thin, and she didn't hold it. The spring breeze blows up the skirt full of flowers and the clothes are graceful. Youth is like the sunshine that hits her, dazzling, brilliant and bright, without a trace of haze. Although I can't see her expression clearly, I can feel the breath of youth flying.

The best years in everyone's life are those years, which are golden, like gold sands in their hands. So is her life. She said that Shanghai was her paradise. Since then, she has left her native land and drifted overseas, becoming a duckweed without foundation, and can only swallow the loneliness and bitterness of life one by one. What can I do besides swallowing?

However, we often don't know the day when we hold the golden sands and don't know how to cherish them. She said, which years? Long is suffering, short is life. Isn't the best moment in her life the moment when the skirt flies?

I like the photos of Zhu Tianwen, a writer from Taiwan Province Province, when she was 20 years old. She wore a dress with white spots on a black background and wore a pair of black braids. Her eyes were clear and she smiled, so pure. A woman of scholarly family is elegant, quiet and melancholy. Her father Zhu Xining, her mother Liu Musha and her sister Zhu Tianxin are all writers, and four people from one generation to two generations are all good writers, which is really rare in the literary world.

At that time, the three sisters were running three three series and three three magazines, which caused great repercussions in the literary world of Taiwan Province Province. At the age of 26, she first collaborated with director Hou Hsiao-hsien to make her novel The Story of Xiao Bi into a film, which made her the youngest screenwriter in Taiwan Province. Writer Zhong Acheng said that Zhu Tianwen may be destined to be born for words. At the age of 50, she still has a pair of braided hair, and her face is no longer wet, with traces of years and vicissitudes of years.

I was stunned to see the statue of Master Hongyi created by sculptor Wu Weishan. The statue of the master obviously has a soul. He has a thin face, a cloth coat, a sympathetic expression and great courage. I recognized Master Hongyi at a glance.

He followed the strictest precepts of Buddhism and lived a very simple life. One day, Xia Mianzun, a good friend, came to visit the master in the temple and saw him dressed in a cloth and his shoes were tattered. They eat together, only a bowl of white rice and a pickle. Xia Mianzun asked, "Is it too salty?" The master said, "salty tastes salty." After dinner, the master poured two cups of boiling water. Xia Mianzun asked, "Is it too weak? Is there any tea? " The master said, "The taste is light." Yes, this is life, salty taste, light taste. At the age of 39, he became a monk in Hupao Temple in Hangzhou, and his life was completely divided into two halves. It seems that his romantic life as a teenager, piano, chess, painting, poetry and wine are all past lives, and the loneliness in the second half of his life is his own choice. He is satisfied with this, without resentment or regret.

His first half of life was full of colorful flowers, full of flowers in full bloom in spring; The rest of his life is like a landscape painting of everyone, cold and thin, plain, clean and stable.

His eyes are low, obedient, thin, indifferent and compassionate, without struggle and demanding, but with a compassionate heart. Facts have proved that in the end, life is God's will. Few people in the world can understand the happiness and happiness of his spiritual world, and only the painter Feng Zikai can understand him. After tasting the joys and sorrows of his life, he wrote down the words "the intersection of joys and sorrows" and left.

I like the new photo of the Queen of Pingju. She is in her thirties and has been the mother of several children. Sitting on an ox cart, dressed in coarse cloth and old clothes, she still can't hide her natural beauty. When she was young, she fell in love with the playwright Wu Zuguang and said to him, "I want to marry you!" "Wu Zuguang must have been stunned at that moment. What a lovely woman, persistent and brave in the face of love, like cherry blossoms blooming in the spring breeze, burning and shining. She was born in poverty and never went to school. However, she admires his talent. She wants to learn from Liu Qiaoer in the play and find her husband's family.

Later, during the "Cultural Revolution", Wu Zuguang was labeled as a rightist and sent to work. Someone forced her to draw a line with her husband. She replied in awe: "Wang Baochuan stayed in the cold kiln 18, so I will wait for him 18." They are faithful in difficulties and never give up in adversity. She does housework alone, raises children and undertakes heavy physical labor. Later, she broke down from overwork and got cerebral thrombosis, which led to hemiplegia. A bright star on the stage of Chinese opera has fallen forever.

However, in the next few decades, no one expected that she finished a 4 million-word essay with a pair of healthy hands. She left all her memories of learning drama as a child and watching her father make candied haws in Permanent Prison in the text, which was plain, sincere and full. Some people say that the new article may have been written by Wu Zuguang. I said, Wu Zuguang didn't have her life experience, and she didn't have the bitter life of her childhood. Of course, she couldn't write the taste of her words. Any writer, without fresh life, writing becomes passive water. Her words are simple and fresh, and they are unique, such as the lotus in June.

As time goes by, no one can see you alone, ethereal and lonely.

Buddhists say that each other is born from the heart. Isn't the image and statue they left to the world a portrayal of the soul? This image is all about the heart, and it is also a mixed life.

Hope to adopt, thank you!