Shi Tiesheng
My temper became furious after my legs were paralyzed. Looking at yan zhen, I will suddenly smash the glass in front of me; Listening to Li Guyi's sweet singing, I will slam what I have at hand against the surrounding walls. My mother hid out quietly and listened to my movements secretly where I couldn't see them. When everything was quiet again, she came in quietly, her eyes red and she looked at me. "I heard that the flowers in Beihai are all in bloom, so I'll push you for a walk." She always said that. Mother likes flowers, but since my leg was paralyzed, the flowers she helped died. "No, I'm not going!" I beat these two hateful legs hard and shouted, "What's the strength of my life!" " My mother pounced on me and grabbed my hand, holding back her tears and said, "Let's live together, let's live well …" But I never knew that her illness had reached that stage. Later, my sister told me that her liver often hurts and she can't sleep all night.
That day I sat alone in the house again, watching the leaves falling outside the window. Mother came in and stood in front of the window: "The chrysanthemums in Beihai are in bloom. I'll push you to have a look." There was a pleading look on her gaunt face. "When?" "Tomorrow, if you like?" She said. My answer has made her overjoyed. "Well, tomorrow." I said. She was so happy that she sat down for a while and stood up for a while: "Then get ready quickly." "Oh, don't bother? A few steps, what is there to prepare! " She smiled, too, and sat down beside me, saying, "After watching the chrysanthemums, let's go to Imitation Meal. When you were a child, you loved pea yellow there. Remember that time I took you to Beihai? You say that Yang Shuhua is a caterpillar, running and squashing one foot ... "She suddenly stopped talking. For words like "run" and "step". She is more sensitive than me. She went out quietly again.
She's out. Never came back.
She was still spitting blood when the neighbors carried her to the car. I didn't expect that she was so ill. Watching the tricycle go away, I never thought it would be a farewell forever.
When the neighbor's boy went to see her behind my back, she was breathing hard, like her hard life. I was told that her last words before she passed out were: "My sick son and my underage daughter ..."
It was autumn again, and my sister pushed me to Beihai to see chrysanthemums. The yellow flowers are elegant, the white flowers are noble, and the purple flowers are warm and deep, splashing, and the autumn wind is blooming brilliantly. I know what my mother left unfinished. So does my sister. We are together, we should live well ...
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Shi Tiesheng (195 1-), a Beijinger, is a famous contemporary writer and thinker in China. 1958 studied at Wang Daren Primary School in Dongcheng District, Beijing, 1967 graduated from the junior high school attached to Tsinghua University. Then, on 1969, he went to Yan' an area in northern Shaanxi to "cut in line". Three years later, he returned to Beijing due to paralysis of his legs and worked in Beixinqiao Street Factory. Later, he went home to recuperate because of his illness. 1979 began to publish works.
Shi Tiesheng is one of the most admirable writers in contemporary China. His writing is completely isomorphic with his life. In his own "writing night", Shi Tiesheng used his mutilated body to express the most sound and full thoughts. He experienced the suffering of life, but expressed the clarity and joy of existence. His wise words lit up our increasingly dark hearts. As the most important achievement of China literature in 2002, his book Broken Pen from a Sick Gap, as always, pondered over major issues such as life and death, disability and love, suffering and faith, writing and art, and answered these universal spiritual problems, such as how I was present and how I lived out my meaning. When most writers gave up facing the basic situation of human beings in the era of consumerism, Shi Tiesheng lived in his own heart, still struggling to pursue the value and glory of human beings, still firmly marching toward the desolate areas of existence and resolutely fighting against the unknown. This courage and persistence deeply aroused our vigilance and concern for our own situation.
Main works: Me and Ditan, Autumn Missing, My Distant Qingpingwan, Story of Jumping in the Queue, Notes on Retreat, Law Professor and His Wife, Notes on My Old House, Grandma's Star, Coming to Earth, Albizia Albizia Tree, Broken Pen in a Sick Gap, Life If.