Chapter 12 A City of One Person——Reading Liu Liangcheng

When I saw "A Village of One Person" by Liu Liangcheng, I was walking around Shanghai Book City with my eyes open.I was very excited when I saw Liu Liangcheng's name, but then it turned into depression.It's really frustrating, because my travel bag is so full that it's hard to put another book in, and I'm holding all kinds of things in my hand, so I keep pulling out books, After looking through it, I decided not to buy it temporarily after thinking about putting it back. Later, I searched for the "Monsoon" bookstore at the subway station, but unfortunately the computer was broken and I couldn't look up the books, so I went to the "Monsoon" bookstore on my own.

I searched for it myself, but when I came out of Monsoon, I was empty-handed.Halfway through the walk, my companion Li Fei touched my arm and said that "A Village of One Person" that was just placed on the "Worth Watching" bookshelf was pretty good.At that time, I looked at Li Fei and felt that I wanted to vomit blood. After flying back from Shanghai, I went to the bookstore again, and saw it obediently staying on the shelf of "new book coming out".I felt so happy at the time, I just wanted to clap my hands and laugh. The feeling of seeing a book is definitely different from reading a book.When I saw "A Village of One Man", I was so happy as hell, and when I watched "A Village of One Man", I felt a faint sadness spreading endlessly, and at the same time I felt that I was really doing nothing and doing nothing.

I always like to read articles that are close to my own life, but Liu Liangcheng's book is an exception.I am a child who grew up in the city, and my biggest impression of the countryside is the large fields and scattered animals on the fields.However, Liu Liangcheng described the village he lived in as a paradise, even a bit like the Garden of Eden.Humans and animals can live together in such a harmonious and interlinked way. The death of any grass is the death of a human being, and the premature death of any tree is the premature death of a human being.The chirping of any insect is also the chirping of a human being.

Satisfied, Liu Liangcheng sat on the open field, peacefully watching the seasons passing through the village year after year.The grass grows and the warbler flies.He guards the warm land like a spectator philosopher.He never wanted to leave his village. I like to live in the same place for a long time—specifically, in a house in a village.If this house is strong, I will live in it all my life without moving. Just like that song: Live in one place all your life, sleep next to one person all your life. I remember that I didn't have a good impression of the village.In the first year of high school, Xiao A and I went to live in the countryside for three days on a whim. During those three days, I remember that the mosquitoes were like a team of bombers every night, and every day during the day, I would always meet people who were cold to me on the road. Dog, Xiao A told me to look at the dog with the same eyes and not to be afraid. The eyes of the cows and horses in every field are always lax and indifferent. Every time when eating, girls do not sit on the table and boys sit on the table.

But Liu Liangcheng is very satisfied with his life, he is always confident and happy, a contented person looking up at the sky with a smile.He never doubted that he was doing nothing while living in a village. He said that if one day we are all old and we all leave the village, then what we have done will be the biggest thing left in this world—— matter. He said that it would take about five years for the grass to grow in a yard that has been bulldozed, it would take eighty years for moths to eat away at the wooden beams, and it would take forty years for the wind to blow away the red paint on a door. It took 80 years of rain to wash away a piece of mud on the wall, and it took the ants about 1,800 years to destroy the root of the wall.

The soil that once stood up from the soil and was higher than the earth eventually collapsed into the soil again. And no matter how strong the wind is, it takes a hundred years to level a field ridge; a porcelain bowl thrown away by people remains unchanged after being buried in the soil for three thousand years; What will be brought to the land will be a permanent sting.Almost nothing can wear it down. Liu Liangcheng said that the so-called eternity means that the time to kill one thing is over, but this thing is still there. Then, these indelible things will stand forever in this village. When Liu Liangcheng is old, we who read his books will all be old, and the village will also be old, but these things will not be old, they will be The village representing eternity has been standing so silently.

But Liu Liangcheng is humble, he doesn't look down on his own wisdom, he thinks that nature is great and human beings are small.He said that sometimes it is good not to be human, such as being a donkey, pulling a cart, eating grass, barking twice when excited, silent when calm, and pregnant with a donkey.For example, be a little worm, and spend your short and happy life carefree among the spring flowers and autumn grass.For example, if a tree does not bloom or grow straight, it will not be hit by an axe. Living year after year, the leaves fall back to the roots, layer after layer, and finally buried in the fallen leaves of one's life, death and life are both realms.

Liu Liangcheng's book seems to have been soaked in the sun for a long time, and there is a bright wind between the lines.But when the surroundings are quiet, I always see the sadness passing by in front of my eyes.It was in his straightforward and colloquial words that I read the lonely syllables.The stories he told were very plain, but I was always inexplicably moved. For example, an old man froze to death in winter.He said: We cannot see all the snow that falls in a person's life.Everyone is in his own life, spending the winter alone.We can't help anyone.My small fire is obviously not a drop in the bucket for this poor man.His cold is too great.

For example, he wrote about a horse that ran away. It was the only horse that ran away.We did not catch up with it, which means that it dropped the bone in some distant place that we have not yet reached.Since the horse wants to escape, there must be something chasing it, which is invisible to us, and the deadly enemy of the horse.Horses cannot escape it. For example, he writes about a hare, a hare that doesn’t eat the grass beside its nest, and comes back from running all night for a mouthful of grass, only to find that the grass beside its nest has been eaten up by other hares. For example, he said that a bird once sat on the handle of his shovel and talked to him non-stop. After talking non-stop for half an hour, the bird flew away hoarsely.That kind of bird may be the last one left. It has no other kind, hoping to find a life that can understand its words.It once found him and whispered so many words in his ears, but he is just a farmer who has never flown in the sky or stood on a high branch. How could he understand what you said? What about things?

I don't know if the bird finally found a bosom friend?A person who has heard its lonely birdsong has been silent since then.Many years later, this lonely voice appeared in his voice. Liu Liangcheng dangled alone in the countryside full of grass, crops and wildflowers, while I looked up at the lonely black sky in the brightly lit city.This is perhaps the most different place between me and him.In my bones, I am a person who yearns for prosperity. I think that after the prosperity reaches its extreme, all that remains is farewell and the coming of the end of the world.It's a pain that can wake you up.

I am always afraid that I will become a numb person in the end, with indifferent and empty eyes for all the touch or pain.I always collect all kinds of emotions and sadness or sadness that can make me cry at every moment of every day. I am afraid that one day I will suddenly become old and numb. If that day really comes Now, I can find out all these touching, sad and sad, and make my heart become warm again. I remember that one night, I read the article "The Cold Wind Blows Through" and shed tears.In fact, this tear has been planned for a long time, the cold wind blows through, makes me hurt, and at the same time gives me an excuse to be weak. I am no longer like before. Every time the first snow falls, I will stand under the eaves and watch for a long time with inexplicable excitement, or go into the heavy snow with my head bare, as if to let Xue know that there is someone like me in the world. Little did he know that Leng had already set his sights on his frisky young life. I remember yearning for snow as a kid, because I lived in the middle of this laid-back basin in the Southwest, where the air was warm year-round.I remember that when I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, it snowed heavily, and large groups of white flooded the whole city.After I got up that morning, I stood at the gate and watched the heavy snow falling from the sky. At that time, I only remembered that I felt sad and lonely. It was the first time in my life that I felt these two things.At that time, I just stood at the door so stupidly, and cried when I looked at me, and shed tears for no reason, until my mother wrapped me in a thick blanket and carried me into the house.But I still kept my eyes on the gray sky, thinking of a sick and stubborn child. In that heavy snow, all the children had a great time except me.I swept out a small space on the snow-covered steps. I sat on the cleaned bluestone slab, holding my chin and looking at the snowflakes all over the sky and the children running wild on the snow.Occasionally, snow fell on my hand, and then it melted away quickly, so I was very scared, thinking that I had killed the snowflakes, so I put on gloves and picked them up carefully. Now think about it, when I was in the fifth grade, I would watch my friends run happily while I sat quietly with my chin in my hand.Holding my chin and looking up at the sky, how long ago did I learn this lonely posture!Thinking of this makes me want to cry again. I used to be a bright kid who loved to laugh and talk, and I still am.It's just that after a while, I suddenly feel an inexplicable sadness, so I suddenly quiet down alone in noisy and laughing places.I began to desperately need friends who can understand me and even accommodate me, and I began to want a lot of warmth. From that night, I learned how to hide warmth—in the cold wind, the warmth in my body is retreating step by step to a deep place that sometimes even I can hardly find myself—I hide this point deeply The warmth is used sparingly for many years thereafter love and life. Some people who know me say that I am an indifferent person, the way I walk is lonely, the way I write is even more lonely, and my face is always a little indifferent that people dare not approach.Actually not, I gave all the warmth I had to my favorite little A, Xiao Xu, Xiao Bei, Xiao Jiezi, and those friends who love me. I also used to try to get everyone to accept me, and then I found out that I couldn't do it, and when I was halfway through, I found myself really exhausted.It seems to be in the second year of junior high school. After I completely held the phone and cried uncontrollably to a girl at one o'clock in the middle of the night, I gritted my teeth and said to myself: It's time to let go.Since then, I have learned to hide my warmth and only give it to people I like. When a man's years open up like wilderness, he cannot take care of himself. It wasn't until today, three years later, that I realized why the child who opened his soul at the beginning shed tears of grievance at a loss. Now I love my friends with all my heart, and I leave them with the only warmth I have, although day by day I feel the indelible marks carved on my face by indifference.I hope that there is a bright wind that will fill every crevice of my body with warm taste and melt all my frozen bones. At the age of thirty, I seem to be indifferent to the coming of this winter, but it seems that I have been listening to the sound of falling snow, looking forward to another heavy snow that will cover the villages and fields silently. I really look forward to a heavy snow that can cover the whole earth. Then there was only a vast expanse of whiteness left. Then everything starts over. In my displaced city of one person.