Six selected essays by Wang Zengqi.

Wang Zengqi is a famous writer, essayist, dramatist and representative of Beijing School writers in the history of contemporary literature in China. His prose has a unique charm, so how will he feel after reading his prose? Six essays by Wang Zengqi are collected and sorted out. Welcome to read!

French sculptor 1 Rodin once said after reading Wang Zengqi's prose: "Life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of eyes to find beauty." Mr. Wang Zengqi is such a wise man. He is good at connecting trivial things in life into vivid and unique pictures. Wang Lao's writing style is plain and simple, close to the details of life, not pursuing the deliberate accumulation of gorgeous words, and not paying attention to the intentional instillation of ideas. In his article, everything seems so natural and simple, but it is meaningful. Gu likes men. Wang Lao was indifferent all his life, regardless of fame and fortune. Even in adversity, his mood is relieved and his personality charm is admirable. When he was sent to Zhangjiakou to work for the Rightists, he was ordered to draw a set of potato maps. He thinks that drawing pictures at the potato research station is "the life of a fairy". After painting a whole potato, you have to cut it to draw the outline. After the painting, "the potato pieces were useless, so I buried them in the cow dung fire and baked them." I dare say that no two people in the country have eaten so many varieties of potatoes like me. " Mr. Wang's personality and mood determine his unique style of prose creation. Reading Wang Lao's prose is like chatting with a kind and knowledgeable old man. Although his words are plain, they are very interesting and memorable.

(A) Wang Lao prose close to life

After reading many of Mr. Wang's essays, we will find that the themes of his essays are mostly trivial things in life, people or things that we meet in our daily life but don't pay close attention to. For example, the subtle description of summer scenery in Soaking in Teahouses and the vivid description of idle people in teahouses. Wang Lao embeds himself from an early age, writes trivial things, remembers rural customs, talks about flowers, birds, insects and fish, and tests allusions. He is good at capturing the ordinary beauty in life and looking for extraordinary interests in ordinary things.

In modern society, the pace of life of urbanites has accelerated and the pressure of survival has increased dramatically. They are immersed in their work and study, leaving their leisure behind and having no time to take care of ordinary people or things around them. Apart from work and study, they can't experience other pleasures of life. Their world is surrounded by material desires, and all the ordinary and beautiful things around them draw a clear line with them. They confine themselves to their own small world. The noise and tension of social life can only be adjusted and released through their inner peace and tranquility. Many readers love Wang Lao and are attracted by his examination and attention to trivial matters. In Wang Lao's prose, they can feel the joy and purification of the soul, and then pay attention to the surrounding environment again.

(B) the simplicity of Wang Lao's prose

Mr. Wang Zengqi once said: "I think sentimentalism is the enemy of prose." Quite a big man, say something like a girl ... I hope to write my prose in a plain, natural and simple way. "As Wang Lao said, his prose is full of insipid flavor from beginning to end, and the prose language is simple and easy to understand. Some critics have commented that Wang Lao's language is very special. When taken apart, every sentence is plain, but when put together, it has a unique flavor. Personally, I prefer Mr. Wang's "Father and son become brothers for many years". The style of the article is simple and homely, but it shows the affection between father and son beyond words.

(3) Wang Lao's essays are small and big.

Mr. Wang's prose does not blindly describe trivial matters of life. He often has his own unique views and wonderful aesthetic discoveries about things, and is good at seeing the big from the small and seeing the essence through the phenomena of things. For example, when Wang Lao talked about whether bitter gourd was a melon in his essay Eating and Literature, the last thought of literary creation began with bitter gourd. He said that a writer should have a mixed taste and cannot easily deny or exclude works that he is not used to. Mr. Wang's sensitivity and wisdom in his life are worth advocating and pursuing. "I think, therefore I am", and constant thinking can stimulate the generated life.

(D) Wang Lao's optimistic and open-minded prose

Mr. Wang's prose style always shows us the optimistic spirit and connotation, which is related to his indifferent lifestyle of fame and wealth and the pursuit of complacency. Nowadays, many arts are too impetuous and moaning. Mr. Wang Zengqi wants to establish a kind of "natural art" or "green art" which is original in both content and form, create a real realm, convey real emotions and lead people to the pure land of the spiritual world. The open-minded spirit in Wang Lao's prose is an inspiration to our life. No matter how many setbacks and hardships we experience, we all believe in the dawn, keep a positive attitude and enjoy the joys and sorrows of the world. When we really look at it with optimism, we will find that any difficulty is only the cornerstone on the road to success.

After reading Selected Essays of Wang Zengqi, a collection of essays by Mr. Wang Zengqi, the first one is "Garden". I read it several times, laughing while reading, sighing while reading, and shaking my head while reading-alas, it's really a masterpiece of nature, why can't I write such words?

What's good about Mr. Wang's prose? I can't say anything good, but it feels like sitting by the fire and holding a cup of hot tea on a quiet winter night. Just like walking in the south of the Yangtze River with a small bridge and flowing water on a sunny morning. More often, I return to my childhood and feel warm and slightly sad when I appreciate childlike interest. "the deceased is like this."

As far as my reading level is concerned, I think the reason why this essay has such charm is that the author wrote the beauty of trivial things from a small angle with simple and natural words, and wrote a vivid stroke in a seemingly unintentional way, thus writing a real realm full of human feelings.

There is not much description of the scenery throughout, but scanning the garden with children's eyes. You see, the background of the garden is an old gray-blue, brown and black house, which is full of shadows-big columns that stretch to infinity (of course, they are infinitely high in the eyes of children), birdcages hanging in the shrine room and "Birds always squint and doze off (child psychology! )"。 Write about the grass in the garden, not how green it is, but the children's song of "overlord grass", the sound of "I" lying on the grass and pulling out grass roots, the sweetness and seemingly watery red color of grass roots, the "game" between "I" and grass, the soles polished by grass, the smelly sesame seeds, the smell of Saxifraga and the red color of perilla. Writing about insects, longicorn beetles, crickets, slugs, cicadas, dragonflies and bumblebees is not about insects, but about "I" and insects. Writing about birds, birds fly rashly into the greenhouse, eat rice noodles, cook bowls and cakes, and "cry" that their birds have been eaten by cats. Writing flowers is not about how beautiful flowers are, but about offering flowers, picking flowers, wearing flowers, even small slippers embroidered with hydrangeas and white satin, as well as gardeners, greenhouses, mimosa and lotus flowers. The whole article is the beauty seen by children's innocent eyes and felt in their innocent hearts. Especially the description of the soil bee:

"I haven't seen a bee for many years. This kind of idiot, I think it also sticks its ass out on flowers, which is a bit unworthy, so it is often fooled. Ground bees dig holes in the mud to make nests. Look at it. It's got a hairy little head out of the hole (it looks like a nearsighted person looking around), snorted and flew out. I sealed the hole with a little wet mud and dug another one next to the original one. After waiting for a while, it dragged its stomach back, looked and looked, found the hole I dug, got in, looked and looked. No, so I looked around. I will watch it laugh for a long time. Or, just watch it go into the hole, plug it with branches and watch it come out from somewhere else. It's easy to see the light of day again, and his old man's house is sitting by the new door to have a rest and blow. It seems a little angry, because there is silence at this time.

In Mr. Wang's pen, the stupid ground bee pursed its ass on the flowers, looked around, was nearsighted, dragged its stomach and sat by the new gate, and sleepy little animals appeared in front of us. And that cute little boy thinks that the bumblebee is a bit unworthy to pout at the flowers, so he fooled the bumblebee, which shows his childlike interest and love for flowers, animals, gardens and nature.

Unique aesthetics is also one of the characteristics of this essay. Beauty is around, beauty is in duty, and what really has the characteristics of experiential beauty is only the ever-present "small culture", "small discourse" and "small narrative" in the reality of individual existence. The artistic charm I feel in Garden lies in the simplicity and naturalness of the words, the literati's interest and hobbies flowing between the lines, and the narrative and depiction of small things.

At the beginning of the article, there is no garden, but old houses, gray-blue, brown-black old houses and old houses full of shadows. Imagine that under this background, the blooming primrose flowers, such as crimson, pure white, blue, purple and light yellow, "will not be so pink", not to mention the colorful gardens. Can they be beautiful? This is the beauty of contrast. Speaking of sweet-scented osmanthus, it is written like this: "Father woke up, and a faint fragrance was recorded in the account, knowing that sweet-scented osmanthus was in bloom. He often sits up, smokes, looks at flowers and thinks deeply about something. " This is the beauty of artistic conception. Write wintersweet, "Winter, snowy winter, no one gets up at home in the morning. I often go to the garden to pick some flowers of Bingxin Chimonanthus praecox, then mix them with bright red Tianzhu fruit, dress them into several handles, and put them in a white disc filled with clear water on the dresser of my mother (my first stepmother) and my second aunt, and then go to school. When I wear flowers, I wait on my maid XiaoMianZi, XiaoMianZi often looks at me with a broom, and she often wears my flowers on her head. " The bright yellow Chimonanthus praecox, the bright red Tianzhu fruit and the white flower plate, and the little girl standing beside her wearing flowers when wearing flowers, are a beautiful freehand brushwork, which is also the beauty of color. What moved me most was this very beautiful description:

When you think of hydrangea, you will think of a pair of small slippers embroidered with white satin, which belong to my aunt's room.

I really don't know what kind of feelings the author wrote with, and what is the connection between hydrangea and white satin embroidered slippers-that is the boudoir of an old girl, who is the author's little aunt and good friend. What a holy girl, who loves elegant white hydrangeas and white satin embroidered slippers.

When I read "those hydrangeas, I almost saw them blooming bit by bit. When I was reading and doing things, they would silently drop two pieces on the rosewood table." "My aunt got married and heard that life was extremely unsatisfactory. When the hydrangea is about to bloom and Kunming is getting warmer, my tears suddenly come up. It's really "the petals flow like tears, and the lonely bird mourns."

Such a small scene can be seen everywhere in The Garden:

At the banquet, light a gauze lamp to see the guests off, and the light shines on the flowers and trees; The Buddhist temple seen on the locust tree, two closed doors, a field outside the door, the monotonous sound of bells and drums, the little nun holding firewood and drawing water came to hold a bundle of grass, and the water dripped back into the well; In the middle of the night, my father and I were smoking in the garden ... The scene was warm and a little sad. This kind of beauty, like a clean stream, seeped into my heart.

"Gorgeous is extremely dull". The style of the garden is light, euphemistic and natural. Reading these words is like listening to a kind and knowledgeable old man talking. Words are ordinary, but interesting. Improvisation, eloquence, simplicity, as natural as words. Every time I read my mind, I don't feel a smile, as if I were talking about my childhood. I'm afraid this indifferent style is due to the author's indifference and his philosophical and detached attitude towards human feelings and things. It is this seemingly casual, seemingly leisurely and serene, which contains a kind of culture and a kind of massiness.

Besides, I was thinking, what kind of ideas did the garden express? I'm afraid it's not just memories of happy childhood, love for relatives in my hometown, love for nature, but also something more profound. I don't know, but I can feel it. It feels like works like "Looking for Home" and "Blending into the Wilderness", which lead us to find spiritual things. Is it true, good and beautiful? Spiritual home? Maybe it's because we come out of the soil and yearn for the soil and nature? Of course, unlike those works, Wang Zengqi's writing is quiet, leisurely and serene.

I think "Garden" brings me the elegance flowing between the lines, which makes me appreciate the subtle, ethereal and distant artistic style, profound cultural implication and eternal aesthetic value. The true realm of garden creation and the true feelings conveyed lead me into the pure land of spiritual world. From this perspective, the garden is the spiritual home we are constantly looking for.

What attracts me most in Wang Zengqi's works is his language and style. Wang Zengqi's works can read life. This is due to the writer's sincerity to life. He wrote about his familiar life: Gaoyou Town in the old days, Kunming in the southwest border town, old teachers and friends in the cultural circle, teachers and students of the National The National SouthWest Associated University, and opera actors of the Beijing Peking Opera Troupe; The big noise in my hometown, Lingjiao Temple, Baima Temple in Kunming and so on. There is always a shadow of his past life in his works, so he has real cognition and feelings when writing.

Among Wang Zengqi's works, I read more essays. Let me give some examples from his prose, analyze the language and express my feelings and opinions.

That Sophora japonica belongs to me alone. I am familiar with all his benefits and know which branch is suitable for which posture. Clouds pass through the leaves. Geckos climb on grapes. When the apricots were ripe, Polygonum multiflorum Thunb. climbed up the dark stalagmite. A fly in a cobweb. What about spiders? Apriona germari eats a leaf for a long time. Isn't it a little sweet? Where is the broom so lively? There are so many bees! Bo-the goldfish spit out a bubble and broke it. In the afternoon, we went fishing for goldfish bugs. The yellow pedicel of citron seems to be a little hesitant, and the others are all flowers floating down. When the citron flowers fall, the flowers fall on the grass leaves, and the grass bows slightly and bounces. -"Garden"

The essay "Garden" is interesting to read, and the language is very lively. The scenery is well described. Although the words are printed on paper and the paper is flat, what we see in front of us is three-dimensional, vivid and alive. I think my hands can touch them. The scenery depicted in "Garden" really appeared in front of my eyes, reminding me of the softest part of my heart, as if I were a child again. Wang Zengqi's works are vivid because of his plain language and life, and so are the things he describes, which are ordinary and small, but they are condensed with great power that can touch people's hearts. Wang Zengqi felt the happiness and warmth in life with his heart and observed life at close range. Originated from life but higher than life.

Hutong is a network that runs through the street. I live very close to the city, big brother, soy sauce, about two pounds of eggs and so on, which is very convenient but seems far away. There is no traffic here, it is always quiet. Occasionally, there is a "screaming head" with a load on the head (like a big tweezers, it makes a sound when it is rubbed by an iron bar); "Shocking the boudoir" when sharpening scissors and knives (a dozen pieces of iron are put on one by one, shaking and making a sound); The short flute played by the blind fortune teller (long gone). Far from being noisy, these sounds are quieter in the alley. -Hutong culture

The scene in the alley described by Wang Zengqi is very real and vivid. The characteristics of the characters are very distinct. Although there is only a short sentence to describe each character, he captures the details of the character and the soul of the character. Wang Zengqi's concern for customs reflects his love for national collective life and culture. Wang Zengqi said in pickles and culture: the culture we want to express in the novel is first present and alive; Then it was yesterday's, and it didn't take long. The reason is simple, because we can see, touch, taste and think deeply. The hutong culture language written by Wang Zengqi is plain and close to life, and it is also hoped that this culture will be passed on to more people in the simplest and true way, so that this culture can continue better.

As Wang Zengqi said: He is not pursuing profundity, but harmony. He recorded his life in plain language. Gui Youguang's On Ordinary Personnel is also highly praised by him. Wang Zengqi's literary works show another possibility of China's modern writing, that is, drawing nutrition from the living tradition and life.

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