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In the book, "Heaven and earth are the same root as me, and everything is one with me", people laugh, people sleep, and people live with animals.
It is not only a village for people, but also a "Taoyuan" where people live in harmony and enjoy each other.
There, all living things are our parents and a part of our lives.
Nature, agility, vastness and profundity are the free and casual world constructed by natural villages, which, like a mirror, reflects the selfishness, greed and meanness of human nature.
In the book, Liu Liangcheng wrote about a village called Huangshaliang, describing the flowers, trees and all living things in the village, and the author's happiness and satisfaction in living in harmony with them.
Ordinary rural scenery has its own life, even lifeless wood, shovels, earth walls and houses have their own lives.
The flowers, grass and trees in Huangshaliang are full of vitality; A bug, a bird, a dog, a cat, full of infinite fun; Air, sunshine, night and strong wind all have their own unique languages.
The flowers on that slope not only smile, but also smile like beautiful girls: some smile, some half cover their lips and can't help laughing; Some open thin pink petals, as if singing and laughing; Others twist their heads to hide their faces, but they still can't hide their smiles.
When I saw this, I couldn't help laughing. First, he smiled, and then he smiled.
Did the flowers tease people, or were people infected by them? People make people laugh, a picture of rural happiness where people live in harmony with nature!
The strong wind in the middle of the night will make people cry. It "makes terrible strange cries on straw sheds and wheat piles, like a woman crying uncomfortably" and cries all over the sky. The wind was shut out by his father, so he shouted desperately, made a noise desperately, pushed open the gate and filled the yard.
The invisible wind is like a living great man, crying at people, and people are finally defeated by the wind.
The first ray of sunshine in the morning will also call people, and it will wake people who live in the east of the village. "This is the first ray of sunshine in a day, fresh, clean and full of vitality." It feeds the men and women in the village, making them self-sufficient and happy.
The night will also make a sound. The rafters will creak when it falls on the roof.
Wood that has been thrown for decades can talk and open many holes. Every time it opens its mouth, it says something. After many years, wood can still recognize people.
The bird sitting on the branch can talk to people. Its voice is urgent, sentence by sentence, as if to say one thing, one truth.
Dogs can talk at night, barking sentence by sentence, barking sentence by sentence, connecting people in the dark.
The black ewe, who had been sold for three days, sneaked home in the middle of the night and stood outside the door in tears, as if telling her owner about her disappearance for three days.
People and animals live in the same village and are attached to each other. People like to feed animals, and animals seem to have many words of thanks to say to people.
In Liu Liangcheng's works, everything is a living organism, so vivid, lively and interesting. They have voices, feelings and thoughts, and have taught him a lot about life and nature.
He loves them, blends in with them and becomes a part of the rural landscape.
Liu Liangcheng does not simply write about everything in the countryside, but uses the countryside as a medium to write profound thoughts on major themes such as nature, life, time, loneliness, death, home and hometown.
It is this philosophical thinking that makes Liu Liangcheng known as "the last essayist in China in the 20th century" and "village philosopher".
As Jiang Zidan commented:
"Little things around you can be written into words, and everything in the village can be written into poetry. The calm and elegant self-confidence revealed in prose is a strange talent that many modern people have long lost. Of course, this is a philosophy, a philosophy of discovery, a philosophy of sadness and joy, and a philosophy of life. "
Liu Liangcheng's articles are full of this philosophical brilliance.
There are philosophical thoughts in Flowers and Trees. Insects, birds, rats and livestock are all feelings of life; In the world, there is a cordial dialogue.
He was inspired by a grass: "People don't have roots as deep as vegetation, and they can't know what is deep in the soil." People are buried in their own affairs and in the darkness. When people finish one thing and do it well, people will gradually come out. "
He wants to be a tree and grow steadily in front of and behind the village. "After living year after year, the fallen leaves returned to their roots, layer after layer, and finally buried in the fallen leaves of his life. Both death and life are a realm. "
He said that he is an expert on donkey sex: "Only by mastering donkey sex can a person know everything and be more familiar with human nature." "I would rather crawl forward than live on my knees."
People should be like donkeys, live with backbone and be stubborn and fearless.
He thinks about "life" from "wind" and "road";
"Life is like a gust of wind. We don't know when the wind blowing on a person will stop. I don't know how many trees and walls the wind has blown down in people's lives. "
"A person's shadow disappears in an instant, and life is like a pencil that is too short to be grasped without use."
Life is short and I don't know when it will end; Life is full of twists and turns, blowing east and blowing west.
The existence of life is lonely. Liu Liangcheng described this loneliness many times. He thought about this kind of loneliness through Wolf and Snow:
"I don't have the loneliness of wolves. My loneliness is not in the wilderness, but in the crowd. "
"We can't see all the snow in a person's life. Everyone spends the winter alone in their own lives. "
Everything is self-satisfaction, but people are lonely in the crowd and in the excitement.
People exist in various ways. You can create loneliness or live simply and happily. You can live a great life or an ordinary life.
Liu Liangcheng said: "Many people who have done great things are very sorry to find that they didn't do one or two ordinary things before they died. This makes them only worthy of the empty and boring praise of' greatness', but not close to the ordinary. Close to the ordinary requires a lifetime of unremitting efforts. "
"Compared with a long and magnificent project, any undertaking is insignificant and meaningless."
"Ordinary" is closer to the truth of life than "great" and needs unremitting efforts, while some people put the cart before the horse in pursuit of greatness and lose the ordinary.
Ordinary means that relatives stay together, husband and wife love each other, eat three meals a day, eat rice, oil and salt, do not pursue fame and fortune, or are willing to live a quiet and indifferent life.
Home is a place to enjoy the ordinary.
Liu Liangcheng's definition of "home" is this: Home is not just a house of one's own, but a life spent in this house for many years, and life plots as precious as gold are piled up in every corner of the house.
"Although people are not vegetation, home is the root, and people are firmly tied together."
Therefore, no matter where you work, live and live in the world, it is not your home, and you will not really leave a footprint. Only your hometown is your real home and the place where your soul belongs.
"Hometown is a person's shyness and a person's biggest secret."
There are warm family ties, precious joys and memories of life buried there.
The end of life is death. Death is not a matter for one person, but for everyone.
Liu Liangcheng said that a person's life is like a crop. When it's ripe, it dies.
"Generation after generation has been familiar with time, and it is boundless."
Great or ordinary, emperors or ordinary people, like a crop, a grass, lost to time.
"I may not die as easily as I thought. Death is not my enemy, and I don't need to offset it with the joy and happiness of life. "
If you don't know life, you won't know death. Death is something that should be taken as seriously as life. Only when you understand the meaning of life and live up to it can you calmly deal with death.
Death is our friend and a festival that is bound to come.
This is Liu Liangcheng's optimism and broad-mindedness, and it is an easy expression of "death" by people who respect nature and love life.
Liu Liangcheng's rural scenery and personnel are not pure existence, but thick images of his philosophical thinking, with strong personal subjective color.
Therefore, a flower, a grass, a tree, a beast and a wall in the book cannot be ignored, but the profound thought and philosophical significance behind it should be considered.
Everything is interesting and affectionate, and human beings should love and respect them. In his book, Liu Liangcheng expresses his love, gratitude and awe for all living things.
People think they are smart, but they are no different from animals and plants. "Everything is unique to me", and I am equal to everything, which is exactly what Liu Liangcheng expressed.
Many times he is not only a person, but also a flower, a grass, a bug and a donkey.
He wrote in the article Sleeping with Insects:
"How happy it is for a world-weary person to lie in the field and listen to insects. The concert of the earth is endless. "
People will ask for trouble, but flowers, birds, insects and beasts are far happier than humans. Therefore, the life of a grass and a worm is never worse than that of people.
Liu Liangcheng loves everything in Huangshaliang and cherishes all living and inanimate things there.
He is reluctant to pat the old mosquito that bit him to death and let it suck its own blood; He couldn't bear to drive away the bugs and let them crawl everywhere; He doesn't want to sell the old animal to others. He would rather it die of old age and make it a part of his body.
Faced with fewer and fewer trees, he thinks there can be fewer people in the village and someone can go away, but those trees can't be few, and the birds on that branch can't be absent.
He likes snow and will clean the yard. Just like welcoming a long-lost VIP, he will put aside some things in his life and make a clean place for the snow.
Like Liu Liangcheng, the villagers will leave a straight road for the wind to pass quickly and a road for the voice to convey people's words.
He wrote in the article "People with Donkey Nature":
"My life was dismembered into so many animals. I can find my own shadow in every animal. Gradually I became very light. I no longer exist. I only saw this group of animals. "
These living things are all run out by human souls. They won't go far. They are always with people and let people see themselves clearly from these animals.
Animals are good teachers and friends of human beings and have taught us a lot about life and life. People enslave them, but don't know how to cherish them.
In the article "How long do you live at home", I wrote: "I bear the precious imprint of many lives I have lived with. I feel that I have lived a profound and heavy life, but I am not tired at all."
He loved the village so much that he never left him. He said:
"One of the most successful things I have done is not to let myself disappear from this sky." "Look, my life has reached the sky, and I have issued a deep command. This is all the result of my long-term life in one place. How can I leave it? "
Everything in Huangshaliang has a strong and precious imprint, which has been integrated into Liu Liangcheng's life.
He wrote down all the creatures there with natural, simple and affectionate brushstrokes, and wrote an ode to life in a backward village with a feeling of care, respect and awe, and a mind of tolerance, gratitude and love that regards all inanimate things as life.
It is closed and backward, but full of vitality; There is wind and yellow sand, but the author's great love and affection are flowing.
This is a real village and a dreamy "Taoyuan". There are ordinary creatures there, but they sing an extraordinary life.
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