Chapter 86 Touch the Yellow River

In a bookstore in Zhuhai, I saw Mr. Yu Guangzhong's "Palmprint of the Left Hand", published by Jiangsu Literature and Art Publishing House, probably not a pirated copy. I have read a lot of Mr. Yu's prose; I bought it again because this anthology selected several new works written after 2,000 years, and there are recent photos of Mr. Yu. The editor said that the selection of materials "demonstrates Yu's prose as much as possible, which integrates the ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, with profound knowledge and generosity", which is considered to have been achieved.

In the anthology, there is an article "Yellow River", which describes the feelings of seeing and touching the Yellow River for the first time, "I stepped on the floating soil and withered grass, and I leaned over to touch the water. Wing Wing, my hand is finally halfway into the Yellow River"; he really went to "touch". "If you don't get to the Yellow River, you will never die. What if you get to the Yellow River? So what? At least I have flowed through the Yellow River between my fingers." This is the rhythm of Mr. Yu's prose. In the past, we listened to his "Folk Songs", which was really "listening"; many of his poems were composed by people. There are these lines in "Folk Songs":

When Qi Yu sang this poem, Mr. Yu had never seen the Yellow River; he had never seen the Yellow River, but he was still so moved, because the "brought from the womb, from the Book of Songs to Liu E, which sentence is not the milk of the Yellow River?" Come out? If the Yellow River ceases to flow, it means that China is weaned."The first time I saw the Yellow River was in 1980, when I was 19 years old. I traveled to China with 2,000 yuan. From Luohu to Jiamusi, I took a train for more than 160 hours in a month. Hard seat”; one morning, when the train was going to nowhere, the Mandarin broadcast sounded, and it was still the clear female voice: “In a little while, the train will pass the Yellow River; the Yellow River is the great river of the motherland, giving birth to The great Chinese culture..." The sleepy eyes, the hazy and magnificent Yellow River, at that time, I had heard Mr. Yu sing and lamented the Yellow River, and it passed melodiously.