What is so amazing about Shen Congwen s Border City ?

The place of Chadong builds a city by the water and the mountain, and on the side of the mountain, the city wall is like a long snake, and the edge of the mountain climbs to it. On the waterfront side, there is room for a wharf by the river outside the city, and small caravans are moored in the bay. When the ship goes down, it transports tung oil and green salt, dyed canopy.

Today, I used the time I took advantage of my commute to and from work to take the subway to reread the border city. Read to the end "Completed from the winter of 1933 to the spring of 1934." "Closing the book, I was still squeezing around on the subway, and suddenly I really wanted to go to the stilted building to watch the dragon boat race, lie on the big rock and bask in the sun, drink old wine with my grandfather, and ride the boat with Cuicui to tease the dog.

This person may never come back, maybe tomorrow. This reminds me of Xiao Hong's last sentence in March"Soon the spring clothes were changed, but the carriage carrying Aunt Cui did not come. "The border city cried a few times after watching it, and the small city also saw it a few times in March.

Everything has a chance coincidence, but the result is like the inevitability of fate", I think all true lovers in this world always think differently.

What you are afraid of, everything that is going to come has to come, don't be afraid! "I have watched the border city so many times, and I have been frustrated, and the only thing I remember is this sentence.

There's nothing about Border City that amazes me. "No. 18 Cat's Ear Hole" (uncensored version) is at least comparable to "Border City". You look at yours, I look at mine. Don't follow the crowd and don't let others lead you by the nose.

Feelings are sometimes just a one-person thing. Nothing to do with anyone. To love, or not to love, can only be decided by itself.

Mr. Shen Congwen spent his youth in Zhijiang County, in the spring of 1984, I visited in Beijing, Shen Lao's memories of Zhijiang County, "Border City" is a person who walked out of Xiangxi, recalling the general idea of Xiangxi folk culture.

The sunset spreads over the river, the mist erodes the riverbank, the dog waits by the river for the small bamboo raft that returns late, and Cuicui makes a wisp of cooking smoke in the building, and heats up a pot of old wine. "Border City" is this kind of impression that remains in my mind with this kind of warmth.

I like every sentence in the book, full of remoteness and undisturbed quiet, and a touch of sadness.

You cut off the old shell at the wrong time", this scolding sentence in Xiangxi's hometown reads so kindly