It sang an old ballad. At first, it sang a long introduction, and then it found two lyrics-the emperor asked me to be a son-in-law, and I couldn't go all the way.
One day when I came home from the city, I just sat down. Jiazhen set out four dishes with a smile, put them in front of me, filled me with wine, and cooked them by my side to serve me to eat and drink. Those four dishes are all vegetables, and Jiazhen makes them in different ways, but all they can eat is a piece of pork with a small size.
It's enlightening me: women (old ladies) look different, and they are all the same from the bottom. To live is to live for the sake of living itself, not for anything other than living. The strength of living does not come from shouting or attacking, but from enduring, to endure the responsibilities entrusted to people by life.
I know dusk is fleeting, and the night is falling from the sky. I saw the vast land with a strong chest, which was a gesture of calling, just like women calling their children, and the land called the night.
from this day on, I walked more than ten miles into town with copper coins to pay my debts. At the end of the day, my silk dress was worn out and blood oozed from my shoulders.
At this moment, Fugui walked up to them with a plow. He inserted it and said, "You must not forget four things in life. Don't make mistakes in your words. Don't make mistakes in your bed. Don't step on it. Don't touch your pockets." People live for living itself, not for anything other than living.
Life is a process of mutual warmth, mutual encouragement and mutual understanding with relatives, friends and strangers. When Youqing died, I was so sad ... The moonlight sprinkled on the ground, like it was full of salt, and I knew Youqing would never run back from this road again ... Finally, Fugui, the old man, led the cow called Fugui, and walked away slowly in the afterglow of the sunset ... Both Fugui's feet were covered with mud, and they all shook their bodies slightly when they left.
I heard the old man say to the cow, "Today, there is a celebration, and the second happiness ploughed an acre. Jiazhen and Fengxia ploughed seven or eight fields, but the bitter roots were still small, and they all ploughed half an acre. You, I won't say how much I have plowed. If you say it, you will think that I am trying to shame you.
Then again, you're old, and you've done your best to cultivate these fields. " The old man and the cow gradually drifted away. I heard the rough and touching voice of the old man coming in the distance. His song fluttered like the wind in the empty evening. The old man sang: Teenagers wander, middle-aged people want to dig, and old people want to be monks.
The smoke from the kitchen chimneys curled up on the roof of the farmhouse, and then disappeared after being dispersed in the radiant sky. The voices of women shouting at their children came one after another. A man walked past me with a dung bucket, and the shoulder pole creaked all the way.
slowly, the fields tend to be quiet, and there is a blur around them, and the glow gradually fades away. I know that dusk is fleeting, and the night is falling from the sky.
I see the vast land with a strong chest, which is a summoning gesture, just like women summoning their children, and the land summoning the night. Here are a few paragraphs.
When I was ten years younger than I am now, I got an idle job and went to the countryside to collect folk songs. The whole summer of that year, I wandered in the fields of cicadas and sunny cottages like a sparrow flying about.
I like to drink farmers' bitter tea. Their tea barrels are placed under the trees in the ridge of the field. I have no qualms about picking up the tea bowls painted with tea stains and scooping up water. I also filled my own kettle, talked nonsense with the men working in the field, and roared off in the girl's private laughter because of me. I once chatted with an old man who was guarding Gua Tian for a whole afternoon. This was the most melon I had ever eaten. When I stood up to say goodbye, I suddenly found myself walking like a pregnant woman.
Then I sat on the threshold with a woman who became a grandmother. She knitted straw sandals and sang "Pregnant in October" for me. What I like best is sitting in front of farmers' houses when evening comes, watching them pour the well water on the ground to suppress the transpiration dust, and the light of sunset shines on the treetops, taking a fan they handed me, tasting their pickles as salty as salt, and watching some young women talking to men.
I'm wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat, slippers on my feet, and a towel is hung on the belt behind me, making it flap my ass like a tail. I yawned with my mouth wide open all day, and walked ramblingly on the field paths. My slippers rattled and made those paths dusty, as if the wheels were rolling past.
I've been wandering around, and I can't figure out which villages I've been to and which I haven't. When I approach a village, I often hear children shouting, "That old yawner is coming again."
So the villagers knew that the man who could tell dirty stories and sing sour songs had come again. In fact, all the dirty stories and all the sour songs are learned from them. I know where all their interests are, and naturally this is also my interest.
I once met an old man who was crying. He was sitting on the ridge with a swollen nose and eyes. His sadness made him very excited. When he saw me coming, he lifted his face and cried even louder. I asked him who did this to him. He dug his fingers into the mud on trouser legs and told me angrily that it was his unfilial son. When I asked him why he hit him again, he faltered and couldn't explain clearly. I immediately knew that he must have done something to his daughter-in-law.
On another night, when I was catching up with my flashlight, I photographed two naked bodies by a pond, one on top of the other. When I took the flashlight, the two bodies did not move, except for a hand scratching gently on my thigh. I quickly put out the flashlight and left. At noon in the busy farming season, I went into an open house to look for water to drink. A man in shorts looked flustered and stopped me, led me to the well, politely brought me a bucket of water, and then ran into the house like a mouse.
I often see such things, almost as many as I hear songs. When I look at the green land everywhere, I will further understand why crops grow so vigorously. That summer, I almost fell in love. I met a pleasing girl whose dark face is still shining in front of my eyes.
When I met her, she rolled up trouser legs and sat on the grass by the river, fiddling with a bamboo pole to look after a group of fat. 2. Good words and sentences of "Alive"
1. Don't be confused. The dead still want to live. You can't die as a living person.
2. People live for living itself, not for anything other than living.
3. This steel can make three shells, all of which will hit Taiwan Province, one on Chiang Kai-shek's bed, one on Chiang Kai-shek's dining table and one in Chiang Kai-shek's sheep shed.
4. All the stretchers, hunched over, ran near us to find a clearing and shouted one, two, three. At three o'clock, they turned the stretcher over and threw the wounded on the ground like garbage.
5. They lack enthusiasm for their own experiences, and seem to remember only a few bits and pieces from hearsay. Even these bits and pieces are memories outside of themselves, and they express everything they think in one or two sentences.
6. I know he won't fight me hard, but what he said is like a blunt knife cutting my neck. My head won't fall off, but it hurts like hell.
7. Woman, when she has a temper, she does everything and says anything.
8. Even if I gnaw at the rotten bones in your ancestral grave, I won't ask you for food.
9. But I've never met a person who makes me unforgettable like Fugui, who knows his experience so clearly and can tell me how he is aging so wonderfully. Such old people are really hard to meet in the countryside. Perhaps the hard life has damaged their memories. They usually look dull in the face of the past and often prevaricate with a bewildered smile.
1. No matter how big a person's life is, if he wants to die, he can't live.
11. In the past, our ancestors of the Xu family only raised a chicken, which turned into a goose, a goose turned into a sheep, and then a sheep turned into a cow. That's how our Xu family got started.
12. Jia Zhen is your woman, not someone else's, and no one can take it away.
13. As long as the family is together every day, they don't care about the blessings.
14. Hey, do you know where Lao Liang is? Damn it, he still owes me a silver dollar.
15. Even if I ate the rotten bones in your ancestral grave, I wouldn't ask you for a meal.
16. As the saying goes, stupid birds fly first, and I have to fly more because of stupid birds.
17. But I've never met a person who makes me unforgettable like Fugui, who knows his experience so clearly and can tell himself so wonderfully. He is the kind of person who can see his past appearance. He can accurately see his walking posture when he was young, and even see how he is aging. Such old people are really hard to meet in the countryside. Perhaps the hard life has damaged their memories. They usually look dull in the face of the past and often prevaricate with a bewildered smile. They lack enthusiasm for their own experiences, and seem to remember only a few bits and pieces as if they were hearsay. Even these bits and pieces are memories outside themselves, and they express everything they think in one or two sentences.
18. I know he won't fight me hard, but what he said is like a blunt knife cutting my neck. My head won't fall off, but it hurts like hell.
19. Your parents gave you your life. If you don't want to die, you have to ask them first.
2. People, no matter how much they suffer when they are alive, they will find a way to comfort themselves when they are dying.
21. Fugui is completely different. He likes to recall the past and talk about himself. It seems that in this way, he can live this life again and again.
22. It's better to be a normal person, fighting for this and that, and fighting for it will cost you your life. Like me, it's getting worse and worse, but it's a long life. People I know die one by one, and I'm still alive.
23. A woman is single-minded, and no one can change what she sees.
24. At that time, bullets were the most common, and it hurt me to lie anywhere.
25. People are not afraid of poverty as long as they live happily.
26. As soon as I put that silk dress on my body, I quickly took it off. It was uncomfortable. It looked like I was wearing a dress made of snot. 3. Ask Yu Hua for 5 good words and 1 good sentence to appreciate. Thank you ~ ~ < P > & lt； Alive > & gt； It's a novel that makes people feel a little heavy after reading it. The protagonist in the book is Fugui, from a dude who enjoys the last afterglow of the declining landlord class to a farmer who works hard with cows every day. His story tells us that it is not easy to "live". The meaning of life is not so easy to get an answer.
The language in the book keeps Yu Hua's consistent style. It is cold and profound. It is as plain as water and meaningful. This is somewhat similar to Han Han's. In the words of Mr. Wang Guowei, it is "there is no sentence". Therefore, it can be said that no sentence is a good sentence, and every sentence is a good sentence. Here are just a few personal experiences. At first, I didn't care much. I ate the last bowl of vegetables, and there was another piece of pork under it. I was stupefied, and then I laughed.
I see what Jia Zhen means. She is trying to enlighten me: women look different, and they are all the same below. "
Appreciation: This passage is not only instructive for men, but also enlightening for women. Jia Zhen doesn't want her man to be philandering outside. She will be uncomfortable and angry like all women. But the difference is that she doesn't cry or swear. Westbank > I didn't lock my husband out ... but I used this way to enlighten and persuade him. "The most important thing is the gentleness of bowing my head. I feel shy like a water lotus." Even in this case, Jia Zhen still stood by her husband's side, instead of standing on the opposite side. Such gentleness is really worth a thousand words. I think any man will feel trapped in his heart under such thoughtfulness and gentleness.
Appreciation: This passage was made fun of by Fugui after she disliked Jiazhen's pregnancy, saying that "the wind will blow". It is really irresponsible for Fugui to say such a thing. Ordinary women can't help cursing like splashing water, but Jiazhen didn't. Her gentle answer is more powerful than any language. Fugui should be ashamed after listening to it. Jiazhen is like this. Always thinking of others, swallowing grievances.
"The old man's dark face smiles very vividly in the sunshine, and the wrinkles on his face swim happily, which is covered with mud, just like a path full of fields."
Appreciation: this metaphor is vivid, which makes us see the image of a working and happy old farmer. But who would have thought that such a person was so indulgent and shameless before. < That's how our Xu family got rich. "
Dad's voice hissed, and he paused and said,
"When I got it, the cattle of the Xu family turned into sheep, and the sheep turned into geese. When it came to you, the goose turned into a chicken, and now there is no chicken. "
Appreciation: The rise and fall history of the Xu family is also the rise and fall history of most of our families.
"Er Xi is dressed in a Chinese tunic suit and clean. If his head is not resting on his shoulders, It really looks like a cadre from the city. "
Appreciation: Erxi is a disabled person whose head can't be separated from his shoulders anyway. Fengxia is mute, but their deep love for each other is not incomplete or deformed at all. When we see Erxi smiling at Fengxia and seeing him carrying Fengxia on his shoulders, should we be a little shocked when we see this pair of people in distress working so hard to love each other? The terrible thing is that a "lover's" heart is no longer complete. 4. Ask Yu Hua for his reading notes on "Living" (that is, extract some good sentences and passages, and then appreciate them, without < P >). Sometimes I think sad, sometimes I think it is practical, and all my family members are buried by me.