Bright prose shines from the simple background

1. I don’t have many opportunities to get along with Hu Xia. The first time we got together was last year at the Jiujiang Dragon Pen Club... Maybe it’s because they have similar personalities. They are not good at euphemisms and are forthright in doing things. They always want to do things well as soon as possible after thinking about them.

They are both cheerful and upright types; maybe there is no generation gap in age, and they are both eldest daughters at home, and are treated as boys by their parents, so it is easy for them to communicate with each other; maybe... maybe... in short, the acquaintance with Hu Xia is a kind of fate.

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I have read many of her works piecemeal in the past, but the most concentrated and systematic reading of her works should be my reading of her "Seeing Pear Blossoms Again" collection.

To be honest, reading "Seeing Pear Blossoms Again" really made me excited, even though I have always been a calm reader.

"Seeing Pear Blossoms Again" is her first collection of essays, which embodies her passion for literary writing and is the culmination of her literary relationship for more than ten years.

I like what she wrote in the postscript: "I long for spiritual independence and freedom, long for the advancement of personality, and long for maintaining my own temperament in this noisy world." Hu Xia really did this,

I take comfort in her persistence and hard work.

The anthology "Seeing Pear Blossoms Again" includes her prose, essays and novels.

Hu Xia's prose has a strong sense of presence. She writes about events she has personally experienced, and there is absolutely no fiction. Her prose is a great support for true-hearted prose, and her success is also a great support for true-hearted prose.

A powerful interpretation.

Professor Pan Songde said: "It focuses on expressing the author's life feelings, and generally does not have complete characters and plots." I saw that Hu Xia, who is also good at writing novels, did not incorporate the writing techniques of novels into his prose, but kept it down-to-earth

Respect the "principle of on-siteness" of prose on the ground, insist on the events where the non-writer is not present, and insist on the feelings of the non-writer when he is not present.

In her prose, some feelings cannot be directly reached, such as the loneliness on the moon. She has limited imagination through the special atmosphere of watching the moon on a moonlit night, and is by no means a vague fantasy.

2. When I open Hu Xia's prose, I feel a sense of frankness. She is a frank person, her writing is like her, and her words are also frank.

Her prose is based on real life experiences. I like the freehand style in Hu Xia's prose. Her freehand writing is based on real life.

For example, in "An Afternoon in Autumn", she just wrote about the feeling of an afternoon. The essence of prose is feeling. She conveyed this feeling to the readers in words... In this afternoon, she drank chrysanthemum tea and listened in a light way.

I met Mr. Qiu Yu's works in the charm of the book, and then I read the book in a special atmosphere. The whole feeling was unique: "I opened the book and put it gently on my lap, but did not read it.

Just letting it stay with me quietly is like sitting with an old friend without talking. "It really achieves a unique elegance.

Hu Xia, who has a modern working nature, has quite a classical temperament in her leisure and writing, and is very sensitive to seasons and scenery.

She not only writes about static scenery, but also writes about her own dynamics in the scenery.

For example, in "Moonlight Night Expression", she has a unique description of the moonlight: "The moon is vaguely surrounded by some soft clouds, floating lightly, and not far away are inlaid with a few small sparkling stars, which are always bright.

Invisibly dotted in the night sky. Looking around, what comes into view is a silvery world. "Soon, her brushstrokes moved from static to dynamic: "The city and the countryside have calmed down from the hustle and bustle of the day, becoming hazy under the moonlight.

Hazy, a few night cars occasionally pass by, leaving a few beams of light on the mountain road. They are not afraid of the darkness, holding lanterns to illuminate their way forward. "Yes, because of the moonlight.

The beauty of the moon, Hu Xia has such unique feelings in the noisy world; only by taking time to go to the mountains to watch the moon, can he fall in love with the beauty of the moon. How can it not be touching to read?

Snow is beautiful. In Jiangnan, where there is little snow, I feel the beauty of snow more and more. Love of snow has become a "common problem" among women in Jiangnan. Hu Xia, who loves literature, is no exception. He does not reduce his enthusiasm for snow because of the lack of snow.

She has loved snow since she was a child. On snowy days, she and a group of children would run, jump, and have snowball fights in the snow, and had great fun.

She likes snow. Sometimes she holds snowflakes in her hands and watches them melt.

She missed the days with snow, and would have this feeling in winter: "Open the curtains to see if it snows. Alas, the scenery is still the same, so disappointing. Looking at the gray sky, there is a faint hope in my heart.

"Because I like snow, I often hate the unique winter rain in the south. "As soon as it rains in winter, my mood becomes bad for no reason. "Snow is humane and can cater to people's wishes. It really comes when I look forward to it."

Therefore, she wrote with great joy in "Waiting in the Snow": "The sky is misty, the flying snowflakes are dancing in front of my eyes, full of joy, lightness and agility, the lonely branches have opened their arms, and the lonely wilderness has opened up.

Their hearts... they fell gently on the land longing for comfort with their tenderness. After a while, they used their tenderness to turn the whole world into a fairy tale kingdom. "Because they like snow, Hu Xia wrote.

He described the detailed process of playing in the snow: “Ah, it’s so nice to snow! I shouted, forgetting that I hadn’t had breakfast yet, and started having a snowball fight with my friends.