Farewell, Ge Hua's prose

Maybe it's telepathy I have slept for a long time. I suddenly woke up early, inexplicably a little uneasy, but I couldn't say why.

The sunshine in the morning is good and the air is fresh. However, there is always a disturbing atmosphere in the air. I get up as usual, brush my teeth, wash my face and then turn on my cell phone. As a result, I saw the message sent by Zhao Zong on WeChat. Brother Hua passed away!

I stayed for a long time. I can't believe Brother Hua just left. In my impression, although I know that he is ill and in bed, it is only a matter of his waist. He can't leave at the age of 60 anyway!

Looking at the news on wechat, I can't calm down for a long time. Brother Hua's death made my heart empty. In my personal world, Brother Hua is also a part of my spiritual world. He is my teacher and my good friend. Sometimes I even hallucinate that Brother Hua is one of my relatives.

Now this old brother, who used to be my brother, can't talk to him online and never see his kind handshake again. In his later years, Brother Hua just became a memory and a history, which really made me unacceptable. This feeling is really indescribable. My heart is empty and cold, and I feel that I have lost a particularly important part of my heart, but I am at a loss and helpless.

I'm 43 years old now. I remember meeting Gehua under the banyan tree in 2004. At that time, he was an editor in the temple. At that time, I made a contribution to him. Ge Hua appreciates my work very much. I was very moved at that time. Writing on the internet has been affirmed and won the warmth of friends. What kind of encouragement and support will this be for an unknown author like me!

Now, we have known each other for seventeen years. After vicissitudes of life, people's hearts are changing, and the world is changing, but the warm pueraria flower has not changed. He always encourages me and inspires my writing. He always pays attention to my life. This kind of goodwill is far from being covered by friendship. He is my benefactor, my teacher and my old brother.

In 2008, the banyan tree completely collapsed. We were all at a loss at that time. For a time, we were like headless birds and didn't know where to go. Many people dream of becoming famous and getting married under the banyan tree. At that time, there were many strange people, and later there were many classic societies, and the temples where Brother Hua was located were one of them. At that time, it was an honor to publish articles in the temple. If there are green leaves, it will be even more cowhide.

I wrote in Gehua's club for a long time until the system under the tree crashed. At this time, Gehua and Zhao Xinghua Zhao Zong founded Jiangshan. At that time, he invited me to write a letter. I still remember what he said to me. He said to me: "Brother, don't write free articles outside, come to Jiangshan, at least write and pay for cigarettes and alcohol!" "

When I heard these words, my heart was very complicated. In this society where everyone looks at money, the way of literature is already very embarrassing. Although we all clamor that literature is sacred and cannot be measured by money, those ordinary people always look on coldly and often leave a few sharp sentences behind. You are so powerful, why didn't you get the manuscript fee? What a bitter irony this is!

I remember this sentence of Brother Hua, and I think I will remember it all my life. In this cold and cruel world, as long as someone supports your dream and affirms your talent, it is a very happy thing. The ancients said: a scholar dies for a confidant!

It is a very happy thing that someone appreciates himself, even if you die for him. Life is short. Sometimes, what we think of as a long road to Xiu Yuan is actually just an illusion of insanity. We are always moved by some illusions and infected by some imaginary prospects. What should be famous as soon as possible, what should be old without madness, etc., but we don't know, maybe true happiness is not the realization of happiness, but the people who silently support and bless us. Maybe this is our sincerity and emotion.

And this result is worthy of praise, praise, and record in our spiritual history. Brother Hua is the warmest symbol in my heart, but today, the people of Sri Lanka have passed away. How can I express my confusion?

Brother Hua is a painter with a good sense of humor. I remember his childlike photos, as if he were a youth again. I have seen his works satirizing the world. I remember a name called "Now we look at things this way". The characters inside have no eyes, only two red RMB, which are ironic and pungent, and the characters are also painted on awe-inspiring paper with extraordinary skill.

Brother Hua is also a talented writer. I have read many of his articles. His prose is humorous and meaningful, but his prose is like a knife. His pen is full of character, just like the lines in Chinese painting. The depth is appropriate, and the words are vigorous and powerful, which will make people feel amazing.

Brother Hua's long works are even more magnificent. The sufferings of a generation spread in his works like ukiyo-e. Those happy years where you will go, those miserable years, make people feel disappointed and sigh, sigh the misfortune of life, and sigh the difficulty of people.

Jiangshan has souls, and thousands of beautiful souls from Qian Qian gather here to form a brilliant swan song, and Brother Hua is one of the most magnificent! Not only because of his works, but also because of his brother's personality strength and the efforts of countless people, Jiangshan can be so enchanting and rich.

Farewell, Brother Hua! Brother Liu Ermou has come to say goodbye to you!

Farewell, Brother Hua! I hope you will have no pain in the afterlife, and I hope we will meet in the afterlife.

Farewell, Brother Hua, may you be a writer of noble character in the afterlife, and may you be an idle person in the afterlife.