Chapter 14 meditation on this world

meditation on this world There is a sentence at the end: Since then, the two of them have been in frequent contact, and they will not be together now. After reading the whole book, you can feel that, so far, in the face of the doomsday, the two Jinling strange people know and cherish each other deeply: the surface is peaceful and diluted, but the heart is extremely mellow. Reading Naoko Anfang's fantasy works, somehow, I also have this feeling.The little fox with his fingers, the little rabbit who can make mugwort balls, the weasel with windy roller skates, and the monkey who can weave small rattan boxes are all like people’s closest friends, who gather and part with each other, and decide to stay together. Not force.Platycodon flower fields, mugwort fields, autumn forests, and cherry blossoms in the "floating snow" are also where you live in your daily life. No matter how beautiful and strange scenes you face, you will be free from surprise and fear, and have a Zen style.Human beings have to be harmoniously integrated into the natural environment, have a tolerant and broad mind and a pure and childlike imagination.

In the promotion of Naoko Anfang, Mr. Peng Yi repeatedly mentioned "The Fox's Window", and if you savor this poignant and beautiful fantasy literature swan song, you can really feel the fields, woods, and moonlight in Naoko Anfang's world. And wind. "I" got lost in front of a blue platycodon flower field, and a little white fox I was chasing turned into a small shop assistant, standing at the door of a shop with a signboard of "printing and dyeing? platycodon grandiflorum".He used four blue-dyed fingers to form a diamond-shaped window, and let me see the dead mother fox appearing in the window. "I" also stained my fingers blue. In "my" own window, I saw the girl I used to like very much, but now I can never meet; laughter.In grief, I vowed to cherish this blue finger. "But the first thing I do when I get home is to wash my hands."I wandered in the woods again, the platycodon flower field was gone, and I never saw the little fox again.

That's it, "Like a silently blooming flower in a corner of the yard", many famous works by Naoko Anfang, "The Handkerchief Left by the North Wind", "The Wind in the Artemisia Field", "Cherry Blossoms in the Snow", "Night of Pickled Radishes" , "Little Wisteria Box" do not take you to tour the fantasy world that is too magical, but just "sink reality into the bottom of the fantasy world, and it is difficult to draw a clear dividing line between reality and fantasy". Throughout the whole reading of Naoko Anfang, I felt a burst of intoxication and relief. The wind of fantasy blows by me, and there is no need to make mysterious philosophical guesses, but everything in reality is blown by the wind.In a trance, I have surpassed the logic of the world, and I am in the world of fantasy.

Naoko Anfang once said that the purpose of her writing is often to make a mental image or even a color that comes to mind one day, so that others can see it vividly.And through her pure eyes, what do we see?There is warmth and love here, but death and loneliness are even more touching. She has a heart that can truly understand the sadness and weakness of human nature, but she also has a pair of strong, albatross-like giants that can control the wind of fantasy. And the flying wings, what she activates is your boundless fantasy in every corner and every moment when you are in this world. This time, Juvenile and Children's Publishing House launched the "Anthology of Naoko Anfang" (By the way, I just got their "Miyazawa Kenji's Fairy Tales Collection" last year, and this year I can read multiple volumes of Naoko Anfang again. I am delighted, Thank you), and learned a lot about the life of this dreamy female writer. She was the adopted daughter of her aunt. She died in 1993 when she was only fifty years old. She once built a hut in the mountains. We read Many of the stories I read were written there.

Don't know more, and don't visit the relics of her life, just like I won't read any picture books or animations adapted from her works. Readers who really love Anfang know that the endless blue flower fields, Those long-haired girls riding orange bicycles rushing towards the sky like water, the blue fireflies like falling flowers, and the petals of cherry blossoms like snow, what other tangible brushes can be used to describe them except your heart? come out? In those days when I first read Naoko Anbo, I walked in the desolate stairwell of the office building, looking out the window at the dirty city under the gray sky, but I felt that my heart was abnormal.I don't have to imagine a small talking animal in front of me—they shouldn't appear in a city full of murder—but I can feel their eyes, and feel the power of transcendence in my heart.It is a blessing to have them as companions in loneliness.