I have mentioned an abandoned ancient garden in several novels, which is actually an altar. Many years ago, before the development of tourism, the garden was as barren as a wild field, and few people remembered it.

Ditan is close to my home. Or my home is close to the Ditan. In a word, I have to think that this is fate. Ditan was located there more than 400 years before I was born. Since my grandmother came to Beijing with my father when she was young, she has lived not far from it-she has moved several times in more than 50 years, but she is always around it, and the closer she is to it.

I often feel that there is a taste of fate in it: it seems that this ancient garden has been waiting for me for more than 400 years after many vicissitudes.

It waited for me to be born, and then when I lived to the most arrogant age, I suddenly crippled my leg. For more than 400 years, it has eroded the grandiose glass under the eaves of the ancient temple, faded the scarlet displayed on the door wall, collapsed sections of high walls and scattered jade carving fences, and the ancient cypress around the altar has become more and more secluded, and weeds and vines everywhere have flourished freely and openly. I think I should come.

One afternoon fifteen years ago, I pushed the wheelchair into the garden. It prepared everything for an irrational person. At that time, the sun grew bigger and redder along the eternal road. In the quiet light of the garden, it is easier for a person to see the time and his own figure clearly.

Source: I and Ditan by modern writer Shi Tiesheng.

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Creative background:

The author "walked into" the Ditan when he couldn't find a job, couldn't find his way and suddenly couldn't find anything. Since then, he has forged an indissoluble bond with Ditan. Until 15 years when he wrote this essay, "he never left for a long time".

The author seems to have gained some enlightenment from this ancient garden which has experienced vicissitudes for more than 400 years, and absorbed the strength of tenacious life and struggle. In the article "Ditan and I", in addition to what we saw in the excerpt, the author also wrote about the people and things he saw and met in the ancient garden, expressed his thoughts, and more expressed his feelings about fate and life and death.

Shi Tiesheng (195 1~20 10), male, Han nationality, was born in Beijing in 195 1 year. 1969 went to Yan 'an to jump the queue, 1972 returned to Beijing with paralysis of both legs. 1974 started working in a street factory, and went home to recuperate due to illness after seven years.

Literary works were published in 1979. He is the author of a collection of short stories, such as My Distant Qingpingwan, Sunday, Stringed Life, Past Events, etc. Prose collection Monologue, Ditan and I, Broken Pen, etc. The novel "Retreat Notes" and "The Works of Shi Tiesheng".

He has won the National Excellent Short Story Award, Lu Xun Literature Award and various national literary publications awards. Some works have been translated into English, French and Japanese, and individual articles or collections have been published overseas.