After reading The Right Bank of Ergon River, I feel that my understanding of equality has gone from shallow to deep. Equality has no racial boundaries, and people, grass, trees, stones and animals all have the same right to live. Equality, civilization and unconditional, it is like a silent drizzle, quietly moistening everything.
Although this book tells about the survival and vicissitudes of the Ewenki people in Northeast China for a hundred years, in their dialogue with nature, equality is everywhere and is buried between the lines of the story.
The first sentence in the preface is the heroine's monologue: "I am an old acquaintance of Yu Yu, and I am ninety years old." Rain and snow age me, and I age them. "The woman of the last chief of the Ewenki people in her 90 s, with rain, snow and beating flames as the audience. The story goes from early morning to dusk, and she recalls her life, from teenage to old age. That sentence, like a breeze, kissed the calm lake in my heart and set off emotional waves. In the long years, she interacted with the rain and snow, and they became old acquaintances. This cross-racial equality, the more distinct. It suddenly occurred to me that "everyone is equal" advocated by modern society is a good idea, but anthropocentrism is too deeply rooted. When people talk about equality, they think of almost all human beings, but in fact equality has nothing to do with species boundaries, doesn't it? Man exists between heaven and earth, and so do other living and inanimate things. Everything exists equally.
Ewenki people live on the banks of the Ergon River on the Sino-Russian border. Accompanied by reindeer, they enjoy the gift of nature and struggle for survival. Do they want to conquer nature? No, birch forest is their skin, clear stream is their blood, reindeer is their eyes ... nature carries everything for them, and they give everything to nature. When the heroine was young, she witnessed a gray reindeer cub go into the dark world instead of her seriously ill sister Lena. My sister's "Wu Mai" is back, but the deer that was alive and kicking is gone. When the doe lost her baby, she also lost the ability to breastfeed. It was not until her sister died unexpectedly that the doe regained her milk and vitality. The reindeer was lost and the sister got it; Sister lost, reindeer won. People and animals, no one pays and gets for free, the right to live has not increased or decreased, and everyone is equal.
Fire is one of the hopes of Ewenki people. They took it with them wherever they moved, and it has never changed for a hundred years. At the end of the story, the Ewenki people's way of life conflicts with modern civilization, and their living environment is getting worse and worse. People decided to go down the mountain and settle down, but they didn't bring a fire. They said that the Busu family was on fire, and there was no need for kindling. The heroine who didn't want to settle down and stay on the mountain sat alone in front of the fireplace, helpless and sad: our fire was made of sickles and stones, but there was no sunshine and moonlight in Busu's fire. How can such a fire brighten people's hearts and research? Sun Zian added some firewood to the fireplace. She remembered that people never burn fresh wood when making a fire, but only use dead branches and broken wood from trees. They will feel distressed when they see a pile of neatly cut firewood in front of and behind China's concierge, as if they were lying there instead of firewood.
Lev tolstoy once said, "We love each other equally because we know each other and respect each other." For a hundred years, Ewenki people have grasped the hand of nature and felt the change and pain with it. Equality is no longer just "everyone is equal", but "all beings are equal", both of which are based on the expectation of harmony between heaven and earth and the pursuit of spiritual soul belonging. Therefore, equality makes all the small insignificant and all the ordinary extraordinary.
Reflections on the right bank of Ergon River II. Modern civilization and ancient civilization are constantly impacting, and many ancient civilizations are gradually disappearing. Maybe they are backward and savage, but the beauty of them is worth our careful understanding.
The book Right Bank of Ergon River reflects the stormy life of Ewenki people for a hundred years and stirs people's hearts. With an inherent concept, I always thought that these primitive hunting tribes lived by weeds and drank blood by mushrooms, just hunting, drinking, eating meat and dancing around bonfires. Unexpectedly, their love is so pure and simple, the relationship between people is also extremely simple, simple life, quiet old age. Their beauty, like the cool breeze and bright moon, the clear spring on the stone, is transparent without any impurities and breathtaking.
The love in the book also shocked and moved me. In the book, Link and his brother Nidu Shaman held an archery competition for Damara, which vividly expressed the purity of primitive love. Ivan's sentence that people who want to leave can't be chased back turned his deep affection for Najeshka into a kind of selfless love. Varoga was killed by a bear to protect the projectionist and the horse manure bag. These loyal, touching, helpless, happy, earth-shattering, or unknown loves show us the centuries-old vicissitudes of the Ewenki people and provide us with a great blueprint for treating love. These incomparably pure loves are exactly what we lack and what we need. Because of purity, it is beautiful, so charming.
People here live in nature, die in nature, and even their death becomes very poetic. I was born in the cold winter, my sister died of wind chill, my father Link died of lightning, my sister Lena and her first husband Rajida slept in the snow forever, my niece closed her eyes in front of the bright red lily, my nephew landed on the hazel tree like a bird, and my granddaughter Elena drifted away along the Barz River like a fish. In the whole story, almost all births or rescues are accompanied by the death of life. This may be the best living condition of man and nature. In the story, the children of Shaman Ni Hao and my sister Lena have interpreted the original meaning of ecological balance or energy conservation in different senses, that is, anything that is realized or reached has to pay a corresponding price, sometimes even life. Every life has its meaning, even if it dies unexpectedly, it may be fulfilling some kind of mission. Therefore, its passing is endowed with profound significance, even a little poetic to some extent. Therefore, every life deserves respect.
Ewenki people have many gods, such as Vulcan, Tree God, Fengshen and so on. It seems that all kinds of nature are their gods. So they know how to be grateful for the daily needs such as food and fruit obtained from these gods in nature. It is precisely because of this awe of nature that the Ewenki never extinct any species in the mountains. In their minds, man and nature are one. This may be the Ewenki people's beautiful imagination of nature. Born in nature, relying on nature, fearing nature and finally dying in nature should be the most vivid portrayal of Ewenki people. In today's deteriorating environment, we should learn from them, live in harmony with nature, respect and care for nature. In this way, the home we live in will become better.
I hope the story of this civilization can be told from generation to generation. One day, our civilization can truly appreciate their beauty and appreciate the scenery and humanistic feelings from ancient civilizations.
Someone once said to me, "aren't you from Ewenki?" You don't look like it at all. " I've really heard that many times. But this sentence is true. My grandfather was really Ewenki, but his ankle was already dead. My understanding of Ewenki people is only to lead Russia to occupy the east coast of Ergon during Qianlong period. But no one seems to have mentioned what my hometown is like. I live in a city in China with such a minority title.
On the right bank of Ergon River, the ups and downs of a 90-year-old Ewenki woman from the Republic of China to the Cultural Revolution were recorded. Some Mongolians make a living by hunting reindeer. People look at the modern history of China from a unique angle. Among the people of China, an obscure nation shows the rare backbone and spirit of China people. He has a unique life experience in a seemingly barbaric lifestyle.
For China literature, The Right Bank of the Ergon River can be regarded as a pure nature in literature. The whole article is about people living in the forest. Whether they love or hate, most people don't know. Lying in the "five-mile ridge" and looking up at the starry sky through the smoke outlet, how can people living in the "square sky" experience that kind of leisure? Playing in the moonlight on the lake, immersed in the whistling wind, dancing on the green grass.
What shocked me most was that many ordinary people died peacefully, were put into the pockets of white cloth, and others went to the sunny hillside. It seems that all this is not as terrible as imagined. There is such a divine comedy: "You will receive people from afar. Don't be afraid of the dark. There is a fire here to light up your journey. People whose souls are gone, don't miss your loved ones, there are stars, galaxies, clouds and the moon, and sing for your arrival. " Their reverence for natural gods and human souls is still rare in modern times.
At the beginning, the author wrote: "Rain and snow make me old, and I also make them old." Yes, in this ever-changing world, people will get old with time, but nature will not. Some people think of the wild dreams of youth with lofty aspirations, but sometimes they look so ridiculous. Some people say that they have created a great career and a perfect family, but sometimes they seem so humble. Human nature is gradually shrinking in this painting society.
It can be said that the first part is a simple Ewenki life scene, the second part is a collision with the Japanese nation, and the second part is a collision with the Han nationality. The stable Ewenki conquered the Japanese with their spiritual beliefs, and the Han people wiped out the Ewenki with their fanatical worship of the government. In the Ewenki people's worship of shaman's divine power, the people's expectations for a better life are pinned, but who can guess the final outcome, just choose to leave a woman who is in her twilight years and an Caoer who is always as simple as a child. A seemingly unhappy and helpless ending, a once perfect civilization, seems to have declined in a simple 90 years.
In the song "Lake Baikal", there is such a sentence: "Many years later, the past has been blowing in the wind, and the dancing ice and snow can't keep tenderness. There is too little time in this life. " In fact, who knows who can think of the unknown hero and the civilization of nearly 5 thousand years after one hundred years. What's left is the green grassland and the gurgling Ergon River.
Reflections on the Right Bank of Ergon River 4 "The Right Bank of Ergon River" is a novel by Chi Zijian. Let me read it from September to 10 and then to10/month. I can't put it down because of its exquisite language and tortuous stories. With the self-report of a 90-year-old woman, it describes the living conditions and vicissitudes of the Ewenki people in the northeast of the 20th century: these Ewenki people live on the right bank of the Ergon River on the Sino-Russian border. They migrated and hunted with reindeer, recording the mysterious tribal culture of their own nation and their struggle with nature and other people's lives. In the constant change of life and the endless passage of time, novels show readers vivid characters and touching stories.
This book records the history of nearly a hundred years and is a living fossil of Ewenki national history. At the same time, in the author's description, this blunt historical film is full of a lot of love: there are rumors made by parents, there is love between my two husbands, there are many children's love, there are two shamans' love for all tribes, there is deep love between friends, and … these vivid lives are intoxicating. At the same time, the particularity of ethnic tribes such as Wulileng, shaman, reindeer, jumping, rock painting, Manglietia, hunting, squatting and tree burial presents a picture that readers have never felt before. The whole work is divided into four parts: morning, noon, dusk and half moon, which implies the meaning of life. "Rain and snow and I are old friends" and so on symbolize the adherence to the law of natural passage. The life and death of many lives in the work also reveals the truth that things and nature are interchangeable, and "only nature is eternal".
The main character in the novel is myself, a woman's growth process. The second is the role in my family. The third is the characteristic figures in the tribe. Among them, the descriptions of the two shamans are vivid, giving people a feeling of flesh and blood. At the same time, with the arrival of external crowds and natural disasters, more stories have happened in the tribe, and there have been choices to face life and death, pain and existence. From early morning to half moon, the whole Ewenki nationality is moving from prosperity to extinction, from mountainous areas to villages and towns. And they are also accepting this fate of life and death. The saddest thing is that the force that led to the extinction of this culture is not a plague in nature, a natural disaster, a Japanese or a Russian, or a national army, but a force that requires transformation into civilization.
This irresistible natural law is manifested in individuals: Link who died of natural disasters, Lajeda who died of ice and snow, and Varoga who died of fighting with bears ... Everyone's fate is staged bit by bit in that primitive mountain forest. People are constantly being born, people are constantly performing death and repeating sadness ... At the same time, the whole tribe is continuing the same situation: evolution, development, decline and extinction. I like the four themes of the novel: from morning to half moon. But at the same time of sadness, the brave and industrious Ewenki people, with great love and desperate struggle in the face of fate, have interpreted the love and hate from generation to generation, the unique folk customs from generation to generation, and the legends of life and death from generation to generation, showing the tenacious vitality and indomitable spirit of the weak nation.
If you are a man who likes women, you must read this book, because it is like a graceful woman whispering to you; If you are a woman who likes men, you must read this book, because there is a woman who tells you a tragic and touching love story. If you don't like any man or woman, then you should read this book, which will tell you how to face the world and life.
To be honest, I am most afraid of writing book reviews or comments on the right bank of the Ergon River. A good book, a hundred people may have a hundred feelings after reading it. Everyone has the feeling of combining their own experiences in the process of reading. No matter how good you feel after reading, in the final analysis, it is just your own feelings, afraid of deviation. But when you see something good, you always want to share it with others, which is also the commonality of people. So I would like to recommend a book I read recently to my friend.
This is the right bank of Ergon River built by Chi Zijian. The text is fresh and poetic. Seemingly dull narration is mixed with love, and passion lurks in calm. There is no tortuous and complicated plot design, but a small tribe of a small and weak ethnic group. Its hundred years of wind and rain "we can feel her feelings at that time, even before she appeared." The forest, reindeer, snow, rivers and even the sun, moon and stars in the writer's works are full of spirituality, as if wandering among the white mountains and black waters and forgetting where they are. Ewenki people wandering in the forest, their simple but happy and self-sufficient lifestyle, simple but strong and straightforward love and hate, primitive but sincere and firm awe of life and nature ... are so amazing. Every time I close the book, I feel that everything around me seems so unreal. What we call modern civilization may be the progress of technology and material production, but who can say that it is not far from the original truth in our hearts and human nature?
Chi Zijian is a prolific writer, and it is hard to say that this book is her pinnacle. But as the writer herself said, she couldn't write this book at home in Qingdao Ocean University, but finished it in her hometown (Mohe), a mountain hut in Daxing 'anling. Facing the mountains and the moon, breathing the wind blowing from the valley of Mount Elgon, the writer seems to have gained an endless source of creation. In order to write this book, she once spent three months in the library of Harbin reading the historical materials of Ewenki nationality, and wrote more than 90,000 words in her notes alone. I don't say this to praise the writer's diligence, but I believe that she has been immersed in history and homesickness and has been spiritually integrated with the characters. With a pen as beautiful as a flower, what she conveyed to us must have touched her heart. I have no intention or ability to explore the "national epic" involved in this book. I just want to explain here that I am used to the bustling appearance of modern cities. The right bank is like an unexpected breeze blowing from the depths of the mountains, which blows away the dust that has been sealed for a long time and gives us a chance to reflect on our attitude towards life.
It is particularly worth mentioning that the completion date of this book is also the third anniversary of the death of the writer Chi Zijian in a car accident. When writing Right Bank, there was a computer on the writer's desk and her lover's favorite potted flowers before her death. On the night of completing the manuscript, she "accompanied by her sister and brother, went to the crossroads to pay homage to her distant lover." The burnt paper money gave off a jumping fire in the dark, just like my trembling heart at that moment. "In 20xx, Chi Zijian wrote the novella All the Nights in the World with great sadness after his lover left unexpectedly. In the first sentence of the novel, the heroine said, "I want to paint my face with thick mud so that no one can see my sadness." Chi Zijian once said frankly: "This novel (night) wrote what I wanted to write, and the grief for my lover also permeated it." I feel that the right bank is still filled with this kind of "sadness". After experiencing life changes and emotional pain, Chi Zijian said: My hometown is my lover given by God. Nostalgia, love and affection have become a unique and faint desolation, which hangs over the right bank like the morning mist of the Ergon River, shaping the compassionate style of the right bank. In particular, there are many descriptions about where you are going in the book. The more plain the style of writing, the more penetrating it is, which often makes people hide and shed tears.