Chapter 99 Introducing a Good Prose——Happy Reading Feng Jicai's "Pearl Bird"

"Wenhui Monthly" wrote to me in November last year, asking me to recommend a good essay.Seven or eight months have passed. During these days, I haven't read prose, but I haven't read any prose that makes me particularly emotional.Until one day this year, Comrade Wu Taichang gave me a copy of "Selected Essays of Ten Years" edited by him.I turned around and suddenly came across Feng Jicai's "Pearl Bird", which is really a good narrative and lyrical prose. There must be "taste", and there is a profound philosophy in this "taste".The full text is short, concise, delicate and hearty.I have read a lot of Feng Jicai's works, long and short novels and essays... but none of them are as brilliant as this "Pearl Bird".

He started with "That's great!" because a friend gave him a pair of pearl birds.He did not hang the pair of "scaring birds" in the middle of an empty house, but hung the cage in front of the window with "extraordinarily lush French Chlorophytum" ​​with "strings of small green leaves" It makes them feel quiet, safe and at ease. The sunlight outside the window passes through the dense leaves of Chlorophytum, "half of it becomes a black shadow, and half of it is illuminated, like jasper... the shadow of a bird is faintly flickering in the middle." protruding from the green leaves".He didn't push the leaves to see them, but they gradually became familiar with each other.

A beautiful story is yet to come. "Three months later, a shrill and tender cry came out from within the increasingly lush green vines." A cub was born, and he didn't bother to disturb them, just fed and watered as usual... ...Soon, a little pearl bird "whose whole body looks like a fluffy ball" came out from the grid of the birdcage. It flew around his room happily and freely, and landed on the top of the cabinet at will. On the shelf, on the picture frame... because "I don't care about it", it finally landed on his desk, getting closer and closer. He "wrote quietly, silently enjoying the close affection of this little guy", it pecked at the nib of his pen with his mouth, and he stroked its delicate fluff with his hand, and they were friendly like this "without guessing".

Finally one day, it landed on his shoulder and fell asleep, "Sleep soundly! Still sipping, are you dreaming? " So the sense of beauty flooded his heart. He "moves the tip of the pen and expresses the feeling of the moment": "Trust often creates a beautiful realm." In fact, is it not the case between people and people, society and society, and country and country?The day of world peace can only be obtained from mutual trust! Early morning of August 24, 1987