I remember that in 2001, when I just started working in Yangling, I accidentally read Zhang Xiaofeng’s article - "Loving Someone" in a prose book. I liked it very much. I always read this article when I have time. After reading it several times, some sentences were memorized involuntarily.
Suddenly I realized that my view of love was very rustic, and I couldn’t help laughing.
To me, loving someone means being fully satisfied and wanting to "live" with them. The world is desolate and desolate. We cannot dream of expanding ourselves into a space in all directions. We only hope to use each other's embers to burn each other. A lifetime for two people is filled.
During my stay there, when I came back in the dusk, I saw people making out in the street, but I turned a blind eye. But every time I saw a pair of people walking hand in hand, carrying a handful of vegetables and a fish from the market, my heart couldn't help but The pain arose with pity, the everlasting taste of vegetables and rice is so delicious that it is hard to describe! The embracing couple may break up tonight, but there is a love that lasts day and night in one pot and one wok!
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Loving someone means that everyone is secretly scolding: "Hate! Who is coughing!" But you said anxiously: "Oh, oh, he is such a person He just has a bad memory, I should buy a bottle of Chuanbei loquat ointment and put it in his backpack!”
To love someone is to think about a beautiful relationship like a squirrel hiding nuts in winter! , put them one by one in the most secret and safe tree hole, and the next quarter of an hour, they wanted to tell the whole world this proud news.
To love someone is to see beyond his or her title, status, education, experience, good deeds, and bad deeds that he is really just a child—a good child or a bad child—so you love him.
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In the green years and the cardamom years, I fantasized about romantic love while reading, hoping that I could fall in love with someone so wholeheartedly.
However, things did not go as planned. In the first few years after graduation, maybe it was because I was too young and too naive, maybe because I was not destined to meet my destiny, or maybe I had not yet understood what true love is... I am broken in love. The pain made me hesitant, confused, and even mentally depressed for a time. When I'm in a bad mood, I always like to go to bookstores.
I remember that time I went to Xi'an from Yangling. After finishing my work, I went straight to the Bell Tower Bookstore and bought a bunch of books: "Yu Dan's Experience on the Analects of Confucius", "Kindness is Rich and Noble" (written by Zhou Guoping), and "Listening to the Master Speak Philosophy" , "My Spiritual Home" (written by Wang Xiaobo), "What Love is Afraid of" (written by Bi Shumin)... I saw a "Collection of Zhang Xiaofeng's Prose" and picked it up without hesitation.
After I got home, I couldn’t wait to read the book I bought. The words in the book were so wonderful. The author seemed to be sitting across from me, explaining various truths to me slowly and helping me analyze all the unsatisfactory situations in life. , help me rekindle the flame of positivity and optimism...I have read many books, but every time I open "Collected Prose of Zhang Xiaofeng", I can't read it for long, and I can't read it anymore. The excuse is: the emotions are too delicate, The description is too detailed, making it a bit difficult to read. This book is still sitting on a shelf in my bookcase at home, which is a shame.
Looking back, philosophical and love books are more suitable for people in their twenties to read, which is what people now call "chicken soup for the soul." As young people, we always want to have a resonance with the author in the book, always want to find the reason for perseverance in the book, always want to find some famous quotes in the book to inspire ourselves, always want to find the direction of life in the book... ...
Time flies, and it has been almost 10 years since I came to Xi'an in the blink of an eye, and my son is almost five years old. When I opened the textbook this year, I saw that the fifth-grade Chinese textbook from Beijing Normal University included an essay "I Like" by Zhang Xiaofeng:
I like the sunshine in winter, unfolding in the confused morning fog. I like the tranquility, the light and heat without noise, and at noon, the playground is full of people sitting and sunbathing. That primitive and simple image always deeply touches my heart.
I like to walk through the narrow mountain paths in the spring breeze. The strawberries are like exquisite red lanterns, opening and knotting diligently along the way. I like to look up at the spiky little buds on the treetops. The extremely tender yellow-green reveals an innocent pink color - it seems to be preparing to give something and show something. That delicate yet lively demeanor often teaches me some of the most beautiful truths silently.
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I read this article over and over again, and the more I read, the more I like it. The four seasons in the article are no longer common sights in the author's writing. The life scenes in the article are both familiar and strange, as if they are around us, but they are also common things that we often ignore and forget. During class, I first let the children read aloud emotionally, then wrote their own comments, then a group of four came to the stage to communicate with the whole class, and finally the whole class added. The children who spoke had their own ideas, and the whole class was able to summarize useful writing methods. But I don’t know if Zhang Xiaofeng’s love for nature and life has infected and impressed the children. I hope that after reading such a detailed article, children will be good at observing nature and life, and appreciate the ubiquitous beauty and emotion in the world. Maybe it's just a leaf, a little flower, maybe it's just a moment of emotion, or it's just a simple detail... It is recommended that children read Zhang Xiaofeng's prose. Some children have not found a version suitable for primary school students, and they miss such a beautiful and beautiful book. Beautiful and clever writing, what a shame.
I went to a bookstore some time ago and suddenly came across Zhang Xiaofeng's essay "All Kinds of Love and All Kinds of Loveliness". As soon as I saw the title, I was attracted. This collection of essays is divided into four parts: warmth and coldness are the most important things in the world, the right temperature of life, and this life exists for beauty. The content of the article is all about things that happened around Zhang Xiaofeng, and they are all related to Zhang Xiaofeng's daily necessities, food, housing and transportation. The content of many articles is very familiar, so familiar that we take it for granted, or even turn a blind eye. After reading the article, I suddenly realized that there are so many loving and lovely things around us. For example, "White Pomelo", "Bread Baking Time", "Chinese Toon", "Leek Box", "Melon Seeds", etc. in the food chapter. Another example is the "Wool Scarf", "Backpack", "Travel Shoes", "Necklace", etc.
in the clothing and footwear chapter. After reading every article in this book, I am left with endless aftertaste. In the second article "All Kinds of Cuteness", Zhang Xiaofeng describes many cute things that happened in Taipei. At the end of the article, she wrote:
A Western proverb says that if a lucky person is thrown into the river, he will come back with treasure in his mouth. I am probably a lucky person, living in this city, there are all kinds of bad luck, but the strange thing is that all I remember and play with in my heart are these cute fragments! These are all kinds of endless cuteness fished out of the abyss of life.
In Zhang Xiaofeng's articles, in addition to delicate descriptions, he often quotes scriptures. His writing skills are extraordinary and admirable. The reason is this, she wrote in the book: In the past, when there were few books, she would copy down any good articles or books she came across. She copied many entire books. This puts those of us who live in electronic products to shame. With rich language accumulation, sensitive and meticulous spiritual understanding, and tireless persistence, how can her prose not impress us?
In my thirties, I finally fell in love with reading prose. Maybe it’s because I no longer need to convince myself with “big principles”. Maybe it’s because I discovered that many things in life actually don’t need to be talked about too much. reason. What is more needed now is to fill up your heart, forget all kinds of irritating things, and remember all kinds of sentient beings and all kinds of loveliness.
I don’t know when the children in the class will like to read prose full of life and write words that love life from the heart. I think that children are very smart and must be much earlier than me. Bar!