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Mo Yan In the note to Yu Hua's essay "Wonderful Such Wind", he wrote that he watched Wagner's opera "The Flying Dutchman" at the National Center for the Performing Arts, which is a story related to the wind. While watching the opera, Yu Hua used The freshly written prose "Valley Breeze" was sent to WeChat.
Mo Yan's handwritten note
"What kind of breeze is this? I can't find an accurate statement. I can only find a series of no. It's not the wind of Du Fu's "The fine grass breezes on the shore", it's not the wind of Gao Pian's "The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises" The wind in Feng Yansi's "Blowing a Pond of Spring Water" is because the "wind suddenly rises" is too sudden, nor is it, nor is it the wind in "The wind is rustling and the water is cold". The breeze in the valley is not the wind of high aspirations, it will not To bid farewell to Jing Ke, he knew that he was ordinary and insignificant, so he kept a low profile, which was a bit like the draft I was looking for in the hot summers when I was a teenager. "Yu Hua's "Valley Breeze" describes what he felt when he stayed in Sanya during the Spring Festival this year. He gave an anthropomorphic description of the valley breeze that made him forget to leave, and quoted from Shakespeare, Du Fu and other ancient and modern Chinese and foreign poets' golden verses about wind, and then warmly recalled his search for ventilation and " The story of "Pu Fan Wind".
"Valley Breeze"
In late February, my family and I left the cold Beijing and came to Sanya, which has a pleasant climate in winter, and lived in the Aranya Phase II apartment provided by a friend.
Aranya is located in a valley in Jiyang District, with a long and narrow terrain that stretches upwards. In the evening, we sat on the balcony of the apartment, bathed in the breeze, and looked at the mountains in the distance. It was vast, spectacular, and refreshing.
Feeling relaxed and happy is not only a visual yearning, but also the comfort and leisurely feeling of the gentle breeze.
In the winter seven years ago, we lived in Haitang Bay, Sanya for some time, and experienced what it means to have strong winds and high waves. We walk on the wooden plank road by the sea every day. The arrogant sea breeze makes me have headaches, so I brought three hats with me when I came to Sanya this time. I thought that when all three hats were blown away by the wind, it would be almost time for us to return to Beijing. It's time.
Of course I was wrong. The gentle breeze here would allow me to bring the three hats back to Beijing safely.
The breeze in the valley is soft and fresh, friendly and friendly, and it feels like an uninterrupted greeting when it comes to you.
When I first came here, I often went to the sunken Y Hotel, asked for a cup of coffee, sat at the long table in the Spanish restaurant, and felt the breeze. The open-style architectural structure allows for subtle changes in the breeze, so I thought of a word that Shakespeare sent the messenger of memory to tell me.
Shakespeare instinctively organized wind and freedom into one sentence. In "The Tempest," Prospero says to Ariel, "You will be as free as the wind on the mountains." In "Troilus and Cressida," , Agamemnon said to Aeneas, "Please speak freely like the wind."
is freedom, The breeze from the valley comes to the transparent open building, and it can still come in and out freely, but the existence of the wall By trying to regulate its entry and exit, its demand for freedom is expressed.
I felt the breeze that was different from the one on the balcony of the apartment. The breeze on the balcony was frank and straight, with the same direction. It hit me without any hesitation. The direction of the breeze in the Spanish restaurant was not always the same, with some hesitation and some hints. Sometimes it comes head-on, and sometimes it reminds me from behind. It seems that I want to express something, but I don’t know where to start.
What kind of breeze is this? I can't find an accurate statement. I can only find a series of no. It's not the wind in Du Fu's "The fine grass breezes on the shore", it's not the wind in Gao Pian's "The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises", Feng Yansi's " "Blowing a pool of spring water" is because "the wind suddenly rises", it is too sudden, nor is it, nor is it the wind in "The wind is rustling and the water is cold". The breeze in the valley is not the wind of high aspirations, and will not bid farewell to Jing Ke. It knows It is generally small, so it is low-key. Its low-key is a bit like the ventilation I was looking for in the hot summer when I was a teenager.
A straw mat rolled up and carried on the shoulders, this is the image of summer when I was a teenager.
At that time, our family moved behind Haiyan Middle School, no longer facing the hospital morgue. My naps were also moved from the cool and narrow cement bed in the morgue to the ventilated cement floor in the corridor of the middle school teaching building.
At that time, the location of Haiyan Middle School was the current Xiangyang Primary School. It is now a brand new building, but this two-story old building has been well preserved. There were five rooms upstairs and downstairs. At that time, there were four classrooms and a teacher's office.
At that time, there were no doors at both ends of the corridor on the first floor, but there was a gate in the middle. It was an empty gate. During the four years of middle school, I only saw the door frame but not the door. This should be the reason why Chuangtangfeng was happy to patronize it.
During the summer vacation, I would often be shirtless after lunch, wearing slippers, roll up the straw mat on my bed, carry it on my shoulders, walk across the pond, and walk into the corridor of the teaching building of Haiyan Middle School to explore the breeze. Walk your head to the other end, feel the wind direction and strength, then choose a breezy location, spread out the straw mat, and sleep on the ground.
However, the draft is a liberal wind. Sometimes it comes from this way, sometimes it comes from that way. Sometimes the wind blows continuously, and sometimes there is no wind suddenly, like a fan experiencing a power outage.
The summer naps I took during my teenage years were therefore full of flaws. Often, after I lay down, the wind would stop before I could fall asleep. I would have to get up and roll up the mat to find the next wind spot, making sure the wind would still blow for a while before lying down. We went down, but the wind stopped immediately.
Lying down, getting up, lying down again, getting up again, and so on, without any sleepiness at all. This is a clear memory left to me by the draft, which will appear frequently in the days that follow.
Today's drafts only have names, and they are no longer taken seriously in the hot summer.
The cool breeze no longer travels long distances from nature, but is artificially cool, coming from refrigeration and air conditioners in private and public buildings, swirling and spreading in rooms, halls, and buildings.
I enjoyed artificial cool breeze when I was a child. To be precise, it is handmade cool breeze. At that time, people did not have electric fans in their homes, and air conditioning was unheard of. People were used to sitting outdoors to enjoy the coolness in summer evenings, each holding a cattail leaf fan while cooling themselves Fan yourself while chatting with your neighbors.
When I was a child, I pretended to listen carefully to what they were saying. I stood on the side of the wind that was blowing over me. After a while, the adult got tired and put down the leaf-leaf fan. I walked over to the other adult who was still fanning and continued to pretend to listen. They talked and continued to ride along, and I laughed when they laughed, even though I couldn't understand what they were saying at all.
The valley breeze here is not the cross-ventilation in the teaching building of Haiyan Middle School. The uphill wind here during the day and the downhill wind at night are continuous. This is a gift given by the long and narrow terrain of the valley, so I sat in the Spanish restaurant on the negative floor of the Y Hotel. When I was sitting at the long table, what I felt was not the departure and arrival of the breeze, but the delicateness and changes of the breeze, as well as the unknowability of the breeze. I began to have endless reverie.
How many heroic feats, whether they are heroes gone forever or heroes returning in triumph, will be insignificant as long as they enter the long river of history. Virgil said: "A breeze barely blows their names into our ears."
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Yu Hua
(Source: New Yellow River Client)
