When talking about Wenzhou, Qi Jun comes to mind.

It is also a kind of fate to come into contact with the words written by Qi Jun. Walking through the bookshelves full of bookshelves, I came across the book "Qi Jun Prose". This is it.

Her writing is concise, simple and elegant, and always brings endless warmth when read. Nostalgia is the inner melancholy that lingers forever among travelers who are traveling abroad. No matter where you go, your hometown has been deeply imprinted in your bones and blood. I think that hometown is the source of Qi Jun’s creation. The sweet-scented osmanthus in her hometown made her dream. The "flower rocking music" in childhood and the bursts of sweet-scented osmanthus rain. Qi Jun's writing is so warm, and your thoughts can't help but drift away while reading the interesting childhood stories in his writing. You seem to see the peach tree in the village, fragrant in April and full of fallen flowers. The soft flowers are filled with fragrance. The branches are covered with fruits, and the heart is full of sweetness.

In her prose, she uses a lot of pen and ink to write about her mother. Between the lines, we read the image of a loving, gentle, thrifty mother who devotes herself to chanting Buddha's name, is willing to do good, and never quarrels with others. When the magnolias were ready for picking, my mother made magnolia cakes and gave them to the neighbors, and everyone loved them. During the Dragon Boat Festival, when my mother was making rice dumplings, she would always prepare a large number for beggars, euphemistically calling them "rich rice dumplings". Her father brought her a gold watch from Hangzhou, and her mother cherished it very much. My parents have a deep relationship. My father is away from home all the time. My mother keeps the house in order. When the time comes to pick the fruits, she always chooses big and sweet fruits to send to my father. A letter from my father: "Thank you for your hard work, the fruit is very sweet." My mother smiled happily. His mother's words and deeds had a subtle influence on Qi Jun. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

From her words, I saw the image of a father who was upright, strict with his children, and loved books. Qi Jun's father, Pan Jianzong, was a Confucian general with strict combat discipline and good command. As a soldier, he was very active in the military and never left a few books. Later, in consideration of the education of the children of his relatives and neighbors, he opened a primary school in the ancestral hall of his hometown behind the temple in Shanxiang, providing free education for all children in the village.

"Bidding", in one article, Qi Jun's father brought back an aunt after he came back. Her hair is black, soft and shiny, and is tied up in a big bun. My aunt washes her hair, regardless of the day, several times a month, and please comb her hair in various styles. When she was young, she knew that a small boxwood comb could no longer sort out the melancholy in her mother's heart. My mother doesn't like to comb her hair in fashionable styles or put on new hair oils. The sun is setting, the journey is far away, and time is gone. Thinking that my aunt was the one who made my mother unhappy all her life, time made everything fade away. Since my father left, my mother and aunt have become companions who rely on each other in times of adversity. My aunt was full of sorrow, and "I" couldn't help but feel infinite pity for her, and I no longer hated her at all. Time is not forgiving, like clouds of green silk, already full of white hair on the temples, getting old.

Her writing is simple and elegant, flowing with warmth. Write about your mother, write about your father, and write about interesting things from your childhood, all vividly on the page. Carrying a small red lantern, I walked on the snowy night with my loving grandpa. The light of the lantern made the snow glow with candlelight. My mother cooked a lot of delicious food for everyone to enjoy. In the memory of growing up, there are happy things and unpleasant things.

Qi Jun, formerly known as Pan Xizhen. A famous Taiwanese female writer as famous as Lin Qingxuan. She writes the most true and kind feelings in pure and beautiful words.