Warm and Sad Beauty —— Reading Chi Zijian's Prose

"I often think that the ancient poetry scroll beside my pillow is a nightingale, perched in the forest of books and singing tactfully." This was written by Chi Zijian in her essay A Nightingale on a Pillow. In fact, Chi Zijian's prose is also a nightingale beside my pillow. It accompanied me through many dark hours and gave me deep comfort and strength.

Chi Zijian is one of my favorite female writers. She was born in the Arctic Village of Mohe, and the vast Daxinganling is a paradise for her to grow up, although her living conditions are difficult. Pulling firewood, logging, fishing, picking mountains, slipping potatoes, keeping mosquitoes and cigarettes in cages, and preparing new year's goods ... these childhood experiences full of strong local flavor are fascinating. Chi Zijian himself said that "a lot of my literature comes from the romance of this country" ("The Beauty Through Warmth"). The white night, aurora, heavy snow, fishing season, yangko and other scenery and folk scrolls presented by her paintings have made me a southerner have infinite yearning and romantic feelings for the natural scenery in the north. I like the moonlight she described best. Birch trees are so bright and transparent in the moonlight that they look like white candles. It is moonlight that can light this candle. At this time, the moon looks like a big tangerine, which makes people feel full of sweet fragrance. The moonlight in the snow is fresh and bright, like a newly printed New Year's picture ... Looking at the strange light emitted by the moonlight after stopping in the snow, you will think that snow and moonlight are the best fairy families in the world. "Reading such beautiful and poetic words, I suddenly felt myself shrouded in moonlight. In Chi Zijian's view, "everything is animistic", and man and nature should be as quiet and harmonious as water and milk. She loves the innate white mountain and black water, but also loves her relatives and villagers who live there, and has devoted endless warmth. There are old dumb people in spring, fortune tellers floating around in rainy season, farmers who collect potatoes, loggers, fools who are happy all day, Russia, Russia, Russia, and so on. What makes me sad and moved most is about my mother's longan and umbrella. My mother is like an umbrella, leaving gloom to herself and sunshine to her children. Motherly love is also like longan. No matter how dry the skin is, there is always sweet juice hidden in my heart. " Emotions flowing between the lines, like fireworks jumping in winter, burned hands and faces.

Chi Zijian's prose has another kind of beauty that stirs people's hearts-the sad beauty of the integration of people, scenery and emotion! "Sad beauty comes to you quietly, like a cold and dazzling sleigh. It seems to come from the Milky Way, because it brings the breath of heaven, more precisely, it gives people the courage to hold their throats. " With a unique metaphor, she turned the scene into emotion, integrated the scene, and put the impermanence of life and time, secular and secular affairs in her desolate, magnificent, quiet, pure and even mysterious aesthetic object. As Liu Xizai said, "The spirit of the mountain cannot be written, the spirit of spring cannot be written, and the spirit of the grass cannot be written. Therefore, Chi Zijian sent his memory of his father with an "unusual lamp" and his memory of her husband with a romantic and cold "snowflake". He deeply felt that Zhang Ailing and Teresa Teng sent them with the "glow" in the night sky to commemorate Russian writers and with "dew" ... "Why can the beauty of sadness touch people's hearts? Just because it is immersed in a religious feeling, a sacred and inviolable sad beauty, all the gold and gems of an empire are irreplaceable. But what I appreciate more is that Chi Zijian is not limited to some kind of pure sadness, but chose to be calm and tough to face the sadness and loneliness in life. Although the beautiful things in the world are not solid and colorful clouds are easily broken, they are no longer sorry because they once had them. Therefore, when Chi Zijian came back from Canada, the rainbow over Niagara Falls rippled in her heart, because she knew that her lover had lived in the rainbow country forever, and she could safely continue her ordinary and simple life.

? Chi Zijian's prose is not particularly gorgeous, but full of true temperament and natural beauty. Reading her words seems to touch a sad, noble and calm soul. This soul walks and dances with time, unconsciously making people fearless until the end of time.