Hold a handful of desolate Sima Zhongyuan appreciation, read Hold a Handful of Desolation and feel

(1) the hardships and hardships experienced in youth; (2) the sense of distress arising from the many disasters and difficulties of the motherland; (3) Unforgettable thoughts of the motherland. 16.Not contradictory.

The front is about their own life experiences and feelings, and the back is about young people, because young people are "another group of butterflies in flight". 17.(1) I hope that young people can understand the difficult life experience and painful life feelings of their parents; (2) Pass on the love affair with the motherland to the next generation, hoping that they will always love the motherland.

18 (1) Although there is no sweetness and tenderness in life. But the years of hard fighting have given me many unforgettable life experiences and feelings. (2) Wandering overseas, unable to hear from the motherland.

In childhood, there was always a night when I stood on the dewy stone steps, looking at the rising full moon, the innocence became the blue sea, the white crescent moon, and the cold of people's hearts. Who said that the moon is an ice wheel, it should be picked up and warmed, maybe the remnant autumn will not be bleak because of the moonlight. The leaves of the branches fell quietly on the mossy stone and sighed, and when I heard the sound of geese falling in the sky, the tip of my nose became sour for no reason.

Later, when I recalled the scene of that night, I had to explain myself with the absurdity of my childhood dream, was it absurd? The experience of growing up is not very fast.

Seeing the pink walls of the house as mottled and fantastical paintings, reading ancient things with childlike innocence, stirring into countless bubble-like fantasies, fishermen, woodcutters, mountains and water, and anglers on the water's edge, but never thought about how a child could become an old man. After fifty, I realized dumbly: no matter how rich the fantasy is, there is only a situation, and there is a lack of that deep and subtle process, have you ever wanted to embrace the cold moon in the autumn sky?

Stringing these together, in the flow of time and space, accumulating it into a process, tonight's manuscript, my once black white hair falls.

I hope you understand my choked babbling, and stop laughing at my madness, just like that, I have been in love with China, a broken tile, a corner of the bricks, some people and things that have disappeared in time and space, my memory is fermented with a love affair that goes deep into the marrow, a sound of the old country, and the gushing blood has been written into thousands of poems.

The author of "Hold a Handful of Desolation" is Sima Zhongyuan. You and I, who are in our youth, may not know what the author means by "desolation", when the powder wall of the years gradually becomes a piece of fragmented bricks and short tiles, isn't that sad state of mind desolate?

At the beginning of the pen, the author writes about a childhood evening, and when he finishes writing, he writes about a night after his old age. Childhood nights, everything is as wonderful as a fairyland; On a rainy night after growing old, accompanied by his wife looking for a clothing store called "Youth" on an unfamiliar street, when I read the surprise and indifference in the eyes of passers-by, I felt a kind of desolation in my heart.

The longing for the motherland is in such a kind of time and space interlacing, swaying in the bottom of my heart. I am looking forward to it all the time, looking back, and feeling it.

We may feel not only the author's decades of "residual warmth", but also another cloud of heat in our hands.