-Appreciation of The Old House

Pan in Jingshan, Hubei Province

Write about old houses, but avoid being realistic. The work omits the position, orientation, pattern, history, evolution and style of the old house. Because in a country famous for its ancient history, there are too many such old houses, and it is of course too unified to write; Even in many old houses, its lack of individuality determines that it is not worth writing at all.

However, the beauty of literature lies in its magic power of "turning plain into magic" or even "turning decadent into magic"-it is not important whether things are plain or not, but the key lies in the eyes and hearts that look at things.

Facing the old house, the author's thoughts are flying, and the wings of imagination, like butterflies, have crossed history, time and space and entered a fantastic world. First of all, the work shows a group of images that span the space-rows of pursed buttocks reflected by the afterglow of Xia Guang in the early Qing Dynasty and firecrackers at the foundation laying ceremony of ancestral houses in remote rural areas thousands of miles away. The king facing south and ancestral houses facing south overlap, forming a picture scroll with profound symbolic significance. When and how the old house was built, of course, there is no historical data to test-compared with wealth and power, all beings have never paid so much attention to their lives. However, for literature, these details that belong to the category of "articles" are irrelevant. The wings of the author's imagination still pass through the clouds of history, allowing readers to see the hardship, toil, excitement and tension a hundred years ago, fiction rather than fiction, and imagination is close to reality.

What is more attractive and attractive is that with the help of wonderful imagination, people's activities spanning over a hundred years are superimposed on the same picture, so that many "diachronic" people and people's activities are "fixed" in the same time and space, which is like opening a mysterious "magic box of time and space" and leading readers into a magical world-

I'm sitting in this century-old house, thinking about the morning when I broke ground, the auspicious day of the ecliptic, which is a day that can never stand the test. Think of the daughters-in-law, children, craftsmen and laborers. They put their sweat, skills, palm prints, breathing and eyes into this wall, into this pillar, this rafter, this window and this door, all buried in this layer of foundation. I sat in the old house, actually sitting in their shadows, sitting in their intertwined gestures and actions.

The author is not only sitting in the real space, but also sitting in the figure of ancient craftsmen, sitting in their "intertwined gestures and movements." What a novel imagination! This is an incredible reality!

Therefore, the story interpreted in this old house naturally inserted the wings of imagination-

I think of my ancestors, who went in and out of this room, working, giving birth, dreaming, talking, getting sick and taking medicine; I especially think of the women who have been in and out of this house. Some of them are married from this family, and some are married from afar to become the "wives" of this family, giving birth to children, supporting the elderly, spinning, mending and washing vegetables. ...

"Sigh away with the seasons, look at everything and think about everything." Facing the old house, facing the "sunset in the distant mountains" outside the window, facing the "four fields shrouded in twilight", in the old house filled with twilight, the stories of history, reality, life, suffering, vicissitudes, struggle and blood circulation are different from the author's thoughts, giving readers endless feelings, sentiments and feelings.