Selected fragments of Zong Pu s prose, Zong Pu s prose works

The diary of memories is full of wind and dust, from yesterday to the present, with just a "click" of the second hand, everything has changed. Xu is my heart is shrinking, Xu is your love is too warm, you are advancing, I am retreating, that step is the cliff of life, I don't know, how long can I hold on!

The west wind is strong, scattering thousands of yellow leaves, with the departure of autumn, the desire in my heart is getting stronger and stronger, not for the parting of autumn, not for the cold of winter, just for that touch of red, I have been struggling to pursue a year. This winter is so warm, less wind, less snow, more sunny, more warm sun, so far, there are still a few pieces of withered yellow on the bleak branches trembling. The deeper the winter, the softer the dead branches, after all, the winter is coming to an end, spring is approaching, that touch of soft spring lingers on the branches, occasionally revealing a little emerald, wandering in people's minds.

Waiting for a long time in the wind and snow buds, blooming, blooming, delicate face from a drop of shame to a little drunk, to full of color, a day of appearance, a moment of makeup, like the afterglow of the sunset, like the bright moon at four o'clock, more like the reflection of the tired in the heart of the lake in the morning. Reflecting the whiteness of the snow, you are so beautiful, you show the world with a wonderful attitude, but why do you leave me too much helplessness? In the eyes that look at the end of the world, in addition to a fiery red sea, there is also a little bit of budding green, after all, the red is at its peak and is almost withering.

Counting the passing years, I don't realize that it has entered spring, and it is another desirable season, and I do not feel happy, on the contrary, there is a little bit of sadness, because that touch of red has been full, I don't know, what else can I look forward to. Walking in the prosperous world, every step is the vicissitudes of life, I can't escape the fetters of fate, I can only follow the tide of **, pursuit, that piece of pure land that has never been met.

You are pursuing the most beautiful, but I am used to being moved, you and I are not the same paradise, but why do we meet in the world? Perhaps, you are a fairy from heaven to earth, in order to influence my life, perhaps, your falling petals are red, so that I know what pain is. The moon is cloudy and sunny, people have joys and sorrows, and you and I may just be a pain in the shoulders.

His main works include "Essays on Zong Copy.

Selected Essays, a collection of essays "Lilac Knot", a long "Nandu Ji", a translation of "Selected Poems of Muse" (co-translation), "Rapacini's Daughter", etc. His "Dream on the String" won the 1978 National Outstanding Short Story Award, "Sansheng Stone" won the 1977-1980 National Excellent Novella Award, and the prose collection "Lilac Knot" won the National Excellent Prose (Collection) Award. Her works are mostly written about the intellectual class, and the writing is elegant, rich in learning, and subtle.

After the Cultural Revolution, his creations pursued the exploration of modernist techniques, focused on psychological descriptions, and had surreal absurdities and symbolisms, such as "Who Am I", "Snail Dwelling", "Head in the Swamp", etc., which attracted the attention of critics.

His representative works include "The Words of the Iron Flute", "Searching for the Moon", "Red Beans", "Selected Essays of Zongpu", "Lilac Knot", "The Story of Nandu", "Who Am I", "Snail House", "Head in the Quagmire", "Taoyuan Daughter's Marriage Nest Valley", "Unsinkable Lake", "Back Door", "Bosom Friend", etc. One of the works is "Wild Gourd Introduction". In the 1994 edition of "The Words of the Iron Flute" by Chunfeng Literature and Art Publishing House, "Wisteria Falls" was selected from this book, and the article "Wisteria Falls" was selected as a junior high school textbook.

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