Chapter 5 Light up the back garden

one of Hong Kong is cloudy and rainy, while Taipei is sunny.Flying to Taipei, the water stains on the briefcase are still not completely dry.A little sentimental in my heart, but also a little literary.The briefcase is not heavy, but the rucksack of memory is getting heavier and heavier: Polo bread, mung bean soup, watermelon, pork ribs rice, beef jerky, longevity brand cigarettes, freshman Chinese, English prose more than 20 years ago Elections, the Three People's Principles, basketball, ebony wine, "Wenxing" magazine, "In the Spring Breeze", black ties, and tweezy trousers were all dried up after being exposed to the scorching sun for more than 20 years. The specimens of Baba are now becoming sci-fi, and the resurrection in the blink of an eye, the restoration of the restoration, and the reprint of the reprint press the back of the middle-aged rheumatism with a sore pain: painkillers can't stop such a comfortable soreness.

second sentimental literature.Gentle nostalgia.Strolling the long streets and alleys near Dunhua South Road at dusk, the deep courtyard becomes a high-rise building that catches the stars, but Qiong Yao's window can be vaguely recognized outside Qiong Yao's window; Culture; the wind chimes painted in red in gold sway to Tang poetry, song lyrics and Yuan songs; a pot of orchids on the antique mahogany desk is scattered and drawn with ink-colored and new notes; there are simple clay tea pots in the wooden shelf on the wall Vase: "If there is a way of tea in the heart, there is a way", "Harmony brings auspiciousness and happiness to God Dori".As soon as an iron door of the building opened, two girls from the novel walked out: Bianbian's black shoes, Bianbian's chest, Bianbian's Mandarin, Bianbian's "Love Eyebrow Notes", Bianbian's first love, like being caught between A flat dead leaf in a book.Taipei is the backyard of Chinese literature: the crackling of computer keyboards in commercial buildings can't silence the cries of frogs in the lotus ponds in the Chinese Department;Here is the hometown of the Wangxiang people:

Songtao floods the Bajara Valley Moss climbs up the small building at dusk Dressed like a monk's robe Wake up with a light, a roll and a cup of tea The fragrant earth under the pillow in sleep third The poet Yu Youren in Zheng Chouyu's poem died, but Zheng Chouyu turned into an old man in a fairy tale on Wuchang Street: Wuchang Street slanting up to the hills of the setting sun You have to be careful with the running water of Rouge Street, don't take it The fiery kapok irrigated into Clear powdered dogwood In such a classical atmosphere, Lin Wenyue's sixteen-year-old son asked his mother, "This summer vacation, I want to read "Three Hundred Tang Poems", okay?" The mother yawned and said, "Of course, but don't read it." Read it carefully." "Oh?" "Because that would turn interest into a burden." Late at night, the son asked his mother: "Do you think that entering the world of science and engineering and then studying humanities is the same as doing humanities research and then being a repairman?" , which one is more likely?" Mom said: "The possibility of studying science and engineering as well as humanities is relatively high." "That kind of mood should be sentimental", but it reads "but it feels very, very warm", like Lin Wenyue went to see Mr. Tai Jingnong so warmly in the study room in the alley of Wenzhou Street: "At that time, Mr. Tai had just lost a long-time friend. I didn't say much, and listened quietly to him recalling that he and his deceased friend lived in mainland China and Taipei. I seem to remember that he pushed aside the peanuts on the table and drew a picture of the former residence of Peking for me to see. Dongyang was stingy, and the sky soon darkened. Mr. Tai lit the lamp on the table and talked with me again Some words. Later, I said I wanted to go home, but he didn’t keep me, but walked down the porch and sent me to the door, and watched me start the engine and drive away. I drove out of Wenzhou Street alley at a slow speed, and turned right to Heping East At the intersection of Xinsheng Road and Xinsheng South Road, I was catching up with the red light, so I braked and waited for the signal to indicate, I was doing nothing for a while, and tears suddenly flowed down my cheeks uncontrollably."

Fourth A society without nostalgia is doomed to be dull and depraved.A heart without cultural nostalgia is not destined to be an orange well.Even if the economy is taking off and the technology is advanced, it is not the emperor's new clothes. After all, it can only keep out the cold. You should try to understand the realm of "the sky is cold and the green sleeves are thin, and the sun is leaning on the bamboo".There are too many smart people, and there is no such thing as "belief" in the world.Fang Yu said: "A thief visited the professor's dormitory of National Taiwan University. The professors held a meeting under the lights to discuss countermeasures. After a long discussion, an agreement was finally reached. Soon, a notice with beautiful calligraphy was hung on the gate of the dormitory: "Idlers are not allowed to enter"! What a helpless irony What a powerful protest. The economic and technological lobby is certainly a temple that the Chinese must work hard to build, but behind this lobby, there should be a back garden: let Mr. Tai Jingnong smoke, drink, and write , writing, and chatting in the back garden.

fifth On Ghost Festival, the taxi driver said: "We should go to Keelung to see it. It is the most lively place. Devoted men and women put paper houses on the water, and there are many lights!" It also looks good in the back garden.