The opening remarks of the reader's tears

The sixth issue of Reader begins: Seeing things and thinking about people,

Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sorrows,

Couples will inevitably "hold hands and look at each other with tears."

Why do I always have tears in my eyes, because I love this land deeply,

This is the deepest confession to the homeland?

Tears,

Like a river that never dries up,

Nourish our lives.

Tears are the carrier to convey feelings directly.

It expresses our inner feelings and mental journey.

Tears,

Like a river,

Nourish our lives.

This program, together with readers, feels those beautiful tears!

The main content of the sixth issue of The Reader: The theme of the sixth issue of The Reader is "Tears". Gaowa Siqin is a senior actress in the last century. If the acting is fake, then it is true that she put her true feelings into the performance. Tonight, she read Jia Pingwa's letter to her mother with feelings and emotions, and integrated herself into the text, which aroused * * * and moved the audience. Many people were in tears, seeing it for the first time. The words were so infectious that the strong Gaowa Siqin finally choked up.

Prologue: In life, we often can't refuse tears, which is an emotional talk. Zhang Jiamin's tears flow for his fragile life; Gaowa Siqin's tears are for her mother; Ding Yizhou Lai Min's tears flow for the ups and downs of fate; Lu Chuan shed tears for the experience of Hoh Xil; Zhang's tears are for the Qinghai-Tibet Railway.

Dong Qing: There are too many literary stories? Tears? Description: When we look back at these classic works related to tears, we can't help but arouse our inner voices. It turns out that the experience of life is so close, and the feelings directly express our inner feelings and mental journey.

The sixth issue of Reader? Tears? Book list: the bow of Tibetan antelope

Author/Wang Zongren Reader/Lu Chuan

Director Lu Chuan has made some innovations in movies. He made a natural film which is still in a blank state in China. In order to shoot this natural film, he experienced a very unforgettable hard life and had his own feelings. Lu chuan said:? Hoh Xil is about people. ? Hoh Xil doesn't believe in tears? He also hopes that his reading can bring hope to people.

This book is the 37th collection of works by Wang Zongren, a military writer. This book contains more than 100 essays by writers in recent years, among which "Tomb of Female Soldiers", "Worship of Tibetan Antelope" and "Sky in Lhasa" have been selected as Chinese textbooks for primary and secondary schools. The thousand-character "Tibetan antelope bows down" has become a beautiful text widely circulated by readers. Wang Zongren's prose creation has always been rooted in the Qinghai-Tibet land. He insisted on the presence of body and mind at the same time, and explained the internal spirit and external characteristics of prose with unique words and ways.

This is a Tibetan story I heard many years ago. Up to now, every time I ride my bike through the no man's land in northern Tibet, I can't help thinking of the hero of the story? Condense maternal love into a deeply kneeling Tibetan antelope.

At that time, shooting and catching wild animals were not sanctioned by law. Tibetan antelope, wild horses, wild donkeys, snow chickens, antelopes, etc. It can be seen in Hoh Xil, but it has become very rare now.

At that time, people who often ran in northern Tibet could always see an old hunter with long hair, thick beard and long Tibetan boots walking near the Qinghai-Tibet Highway. He has no name or surname, and travels everywhere, looking at the snow fields in northern Tibet, staying at the source of rivers overnight, roasting yellow mutton with fire when he is hungry, and drinking a bowl of ice and snow when he is thirsty. Naturally, the hides he hunted will be sold for a sum of money, and he will spend part of it to help pilgrims in Lu Yu. Every time the old hunters help them, they always bless them with tears: May God bless them and be safe.

Killing and charity exist in old hunters. It was after such an incident that he was prompted to put down his fork gun? It should be said that it was a very lucky day for him. Early in the morning, he came out of the tent and stretched himself. When he was about to drink a bowl of butter tea, he suddenly saw a fat and strong Tibetan antelope standing on the opposite grass slope a few steps away. When his eyes lit up, it was a beautiful thing to deliver it to his door! After a sleep, he immediately rushed up in high spirits. Without hesitation, he turned back to the tent and brought a fork gun. He raised his gun to aim. Strangely, the fat Tibetan antelope didn't run away. He just looked at him with begging eyes, then took two steps forward and fell with a plop on his front leg. At the same time, I saw tears in his eyes The old hunter's heart melted, and the hand that pulled the trigger could not help but let go. There is a famous saying in Tibetan areas:? Birds flying in the sky and mice running on the ground are all people. ? At this time, the Tibetan antelope knelt down to him and naturally begged him for mercy. He is a hunter, and it is reasonable that he is not moved by the Tibetan antelope's begging for mercy. As soon as he closed his eyes, the trigger moved under his finger, and the gun rang, and the Tibetan antelope fell to the ground. After it fell to the ground, it was still kneeling, and two lines of tears in its eyes were clearly left.

On that day, the old hunter did not slaughter and skin the Tibetan antelope that was about to be hunted, as in the past. He always sees Tibetan antelopes bow to him. He's a little strange. Why does the Tibetan antelope kneel? This is the only scene he has seen in his hunting career for decades. Lying on the ground floor at night, unable to sleep for a long time, hands shaking all the time?

The next day, the old hunter anxiously skinned the Tibetan antelope, and his hands were still shaking. The abdominal cavity cracked under the blade, and he let out a cry of surprise, and the butcher knife in his hand crashed to the ground? It turns out that in the belly of the Tibetan antelope, there is a small Tibetan antelope lying quietly. It has formed and died naturally. Only then did the old hunter understand why the Tibetan antelope was fat and strong, and why it bent down and knelt down for itself: it was begging the hunter to save his child's life!

The old hunter's evisceration stopped halfway.

On that day, instead of hunting, he dug a hole on the hillside and buried the Tibetan antelope and its unborn child. Meanwhile, his fork gun was buried?

Since then, the old hunter has disappeared in the grasslands of northern Tibet. No one knows his whereabouts.

To my mother

Author/Jia Pingwa Reader/Gaowa Siqin

Gaowa Siqin created many classic mother images on the screen. In more than 40 film and television dramas, she plays a loving, generous and affectionate mother with her own personality and emotional color. Some people say that an actor's performance is to shed his tears in other people's stories forever. In the play, she shed her mother's tears, and in life, there is also a great woman who shed tears for her, that is her beloved mother.

? Jiapingao

Let me see, in 20 days, my mother will be three years old.

For three years, I have always had a strange idea that my mother is not dead, and I don't think my mother thinks she is dead herself. It is often said that people die like sleep, but those who sleep know that they want to sleep and sleep in bed, but they don't know when to fall asleep. My mother and I lived in Xi for fourteen years. She had a serious illness, and the doctor decided that her organs were failing, so I sent her back to her hometown in Dihua to maintain treatment. I hang up the liquid in my hometown every day. She knows that every bottle of liquid has been drunk, and her child will change into another bottle of liquid, so she closes her eyes and lies down safely. On the third night, her closed eyes never opened again, but of course she thought she was hanging liquid, and she didn't realize that she would never wake up again, because when she lay down, she asked my sister to wash the towel to wipe her face, put the comb on the pillow, and didn't untie the key tied to her belt without explaining anything.

Every time I sneezed three years ago, I always said, Who missed me? My mother likes to joke, so she says, who wants it? Mom wants it! In the past three years, I sneezed a lot, and I often missed dinner time. If I stay up too long, I will sneeze. I think of my mother when I sneeze, and I think that my mother is still worried about me.

My mother is worried about me. She doesn't feel dead, but I think my mother is still there, especially when I stay at home alone. This feeling is very strong. When I was writing, I suddenly heard my mother calling me, which was very real. As soon as I heard it, I habitually turned my head to the right. Once upon a time, my mother sat by the bed in the room on the right. When I was writing on my desk, she didn't leave and didn't make any noise. Instead, she looked at me for a long time. She wants to call me and say, can you finish writing the words in the world and go out for a walk? Now, every time I hear my mother calling me, I will put down my pen and walk into that room, thinking that my mother has come to Xi 'an from Dihua? Of course there is nothing in the room, but I have to stand up for a long time and talk to myself. My mother came and went out to buy me my favorite green peppers and radishes. Maybe, she was teasing me, deliberately hiding it in the photo she hung on the wall, so I put incense in the incense burner in front of the photo and said, I'm not tired.

In the past three years, I have written more than a dozen articles to others, but I haven't written a word to my mother, because all mothers and children think it is great and kind, and I don't want to repeat these words. My mother is an ordinary woman, who has been holding back and has no culture. Her household registration is still in the countryside, but my mother is too important to me. After a long time, although I am no longer worried about her illness, I am in a foreign country and no one reminds me so, so I have delicious food and I don't know who to give it to.

In Xi 'an's home, in my mother's room, I didn't touch a piece of furniture, all the furnishings were restored to their original state, and I never saw my mother again. I told myself again and again that my mother didn't die, just went back to her hometown in the country. This summer is too hot and humid, and it is hot and humid when I wake up every night. I think it is time to change a new air conditioner for my mother's room. When I wake up and comfort my mother in her new residence in the country, it should be cool.

The third anniversary is approaching day by day, and the custom in rural areas is to hold ceremonies. I prepared incense sticks and flowers and went back to Dihua. But once Dihua went to the grave, the reality told me that my mother died, I was on the ground, she was underground, and it was difficult for mother and son to meet again. Suddenly, tears came out and she began to cry loudly.

When mother or father bid farewell to us and the world, the pain is biting.

Just as Gaowa Siqin's tears glistened after reading aloud,

? It's time to feel sad. All of us here have a father and a mother, and some? Including myself, my parents are gone. So, I hope all of you here, if your's parents were here. It's not too late to start now. Love them well, treat them well, coax them well, and don't pout too much, otherwise it's too late to regret. ?

Life sometimes needs such touching, awe of creatures, missing relatives and cherishing people around you.

May you and I both know the great and selfless love of our parents, cherish that love and return that love.

You are my dream.

Author/Sanmao Reader/Ding Yizhou, Lai Min

In fact, I have known Sanmao for a long time, and that name is associated with a place called Sahara. This book is called the story of Sahara. The first book I read about Sanmao was How Many Flowers Fall in a Dream.

The book You Are My Dream is almost all her memories, and this memory is more about the people she met along the way. She has been to many places in her life, but it can be seen from the article that wherever she goes, she always meets many friends and gives her all kinds of care. They can chat freely together and know each other's thoughts without saying anything. You can know at a glance what they have experienced over the years. ? The water is on, the electricity is coming, and the only room is covered with a Japanese low coffee table. The old stove was kept, the leaking tile was changed, the wardrobe was bought, the doors and windows were changed, and the rusty window was removed. We didn't live in a cage, the cracks in the wall were mended, the hot springs were connected to the house, the stones were left in the kitchen, the bedding was ready, the poisonous snakes were pulled off the beams and the lights were connected. Surprisingly, villagers in the mountains moved a big bathtub across the suspension bridge, giving Sister Chen a comfortable toilet. The toilet was not enough, so they dug a septic tank? . To tell the truth, seeing this passage, my heart is really warm, which makes people a little jealous of Chen Jie's good luck, but I believe that this kind of good luck is definitely not one-way, and it must come from her sincere dedication and care for these Atayal people, which has led to such a touching scene.

When you are away from home, contact whoever you want, call home more often, and when you are at home, leave more time for your family and those who care about you the most. After all, life is so short, why waste time on unnecessary things and finally leave regrets?

At the end of the book, Sanmao wrote about a woman named Yu Lian who pulled a camel when she went to Crescent Spring. This story happened in Gansu. Along the way, she talked a lot with Yu Lian and asked many questions, but what moved her most was that when she asked Yu Lian whether their big family quarreled, Yu Lian said that fourteen people in their big family never quarreled. Obviously, she was surprised, but wasn't she? Why did you fight? They? These people who live at the so-called bottom have so few desires and don't understand the outside world. Honestly, they don't need to know. They just want to live happily. They have everything they can live with. They have a big house and endless food. In June, the fields are full of fruits and vegetables? . You see how happy their lives are and how satisfied their hearts are. What about our hearts? For a while, I will have Yu Lian's inner satisfaction and wealth. At the end of the book, the author wrote: Yu Lian, you are my dream.

A couple, a tricycle.

One wheelchair, two dogs.

To spend the rest of my life with my girlfriend

You can see the scenery you have never seen before.

They are on the territory of China.

One? Heart? Form a route

? I don't think she's dragging me down. She is actually fulfilling me, fulfilling my responsibility and responsibility as a man. It is she who really shines, and I am lucky, because I can occupy this warmth. Ding Yizhou

Lai Min suffers from a rare disease, which can cause mobility problems. But she said she was the happiest person. Stylist Ding Yizhou gave up her job because her girlfriend Lai Min got the disease. With his girlfriend and a dog named Po, he rode a tricycle and left a heart-shaped road map on the map of China. Ding Yizhou said: I just spent a part of my life with her, one twentieth or even one tenth, but she spent the rest of her life with me, which I can't live up to. ? However, what happened during the trip? Accident? Let them have to make new choices and make them cry.

? Cluster hair

I like all flowers. On any colorful flower stand, the magnificent mix of flowers has become the most beautiful ornament of this city.

Actually, I don't like flower beds. What I love is the wild flowers that grow with the seasons in the wilderness, and the touch when the breeze blows over the earth.

People who live in the city have no choice but to take some flowers home at the flower market. I always feel embarrassed about the flowers that leave the soil, but I still want to buy them. This kind of regret and joy for flowers cannot be overemphasized.

Of all the flowers, if you want to say? Favorite? I chose white flowers, especially long-stemmed lilies.

Many years ago, I lived on an island in the Atlantic Ocean. At that time, because of financial constraints, my husband was unemployed for almost a year. I grow vegetables at home, and dead branches and mangoes are planted in my room. My artistic taste is high and not bad. I don't buy flowers.

One day, my husband and I opened the mailbox, and another letter was rejected. At that time, our resources were actually endless, and we lived a life without sorrow, but all the material comforts outside of life were unexpected. This is a kind of fear. Watching my savings decrease day by day, I am afraid I will lose my sense of security. This situation can only be understood by those who have experienced unemployment.

Seeing that our job search was frustrated again, we didn't say anything. We went to the big food market, bought some cheapest frozen ribs and mineral water and came out. Somehow, my husband disappeared, and I stood in the street waiting, with a lot on my mind. After a while, my husband came back with a small bouquet of lilies in his hand and handed it to me excitedly, saying that lilies were on the market. ?

At that moment, I suddenly lost my mind and shouted at my husband. What time is it now? What economic ability? Do you have the discretion to buy flowers? ! ? That I put that bunch of flowers? Dad? Throw it on the ground and turn around and run. At the moment I stepped forward, I regretted it. I turned around and saw my husband stay for a second or two, then bent down and slowly picked up the flowers scattered on the ground.

I ran up to him and shouted: Jose, I'm sorry. ? I rushed up to hug him, and he put his arm around my back and tightened it. We looked at each other and found that her husband's eyes were red.

When I got home and put three or five lonely lilies in a water bottle, I seemed to see my husband's painstaking efforts. He didn't want to buy a big bucket of lilies, but he was afraid to squander the money in his pocket. After all, even a small bunch is his love.

That time, it was my shallowness and impatience that hurt him. We haven't mentioned it since. Four years later, I went to my husband's grave and entered the flower shop. I said to the girl selling flowers. I will buy five barrels full of flowers, without worrying about the price. ?

Sitting in front of a grave full of flowers, staring at a large area of flowers and loess, my eyes are dry.

After Lily went on the market, I always stood in front of the flower stand in a daze.

One morning, I went to the flower market, bought hundreds of lilies and filled the room. On that quiet night, I opened all the doors and windows at home and sat in the dark, quietly letting the breeze blow the breath of lily.

That was seven years after her husband died. It's time for lilies to bloom again. Seeing them, I seemed to see my husband bending down to pick up flowers from the ground. Without tears, my stomach began to hurt.

The life of Tagore's poems is like summer flowers.

Author/Tagore Reader/Zhang Jiamin

After suffering from cancer, Zhang Jiamin has helped breast cancer sisters out of the shadows for 23 years, and helped them build up confidence in overcoming cancer. In life, the fragility of life often makes it impossible for us to refuse tears, but wouldn't it be a kind of sadness if we let tears drown our lives? Zhang Jiamin is kind to every sadness, every strength, every thunderstorm, and every bleak autumn wind sweeping away leaves. She said that all she had to do was hold her head high and not let the tears fall.

? Tagore (translated by Zheng Zhenduo)

1

I hear echoes, from the valley and the heart.

Harvesting an empty soul with a lonely sickle

Repeated refusal, repeated happiness.

There are swaying oases in the desert.

I believe in myself.

Born like bright summer flowers

Not afraid of being unbeaten, like fire.

Bear the burden of heartbeat and breathing.

Enjoy it forever

2

I hear music, from moonlight and body.

Assist extreme bait to capture ethereal beauty.

Life is full of intense and naive.

There are always memories throughout the world.

I believe in myself.

Death is like a beautiful autumn leaf.

Don't be full of confusion and gestures.

Even if it withers, it will retain the pride of plump muscles and clear bones.

Extremely mysterious and profound

three

I hear love, and I believe in love.

Love is a struggling blue-green algae.

Like a sad wind

Through my bleeding veins

Belief in the garrison years

four

I believe I can hear everything.

Even foresee separation and meet another self.

And some moments are impossible to grasp.

No matter east or west, what is lost will never come back.

Look at my hairpins, they are blooming all the way.

I missed some frequently and was deeply moved by wind, frost, rain and snow.

five

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

What do you care about having?

Tagore (186 1 year-194 1 year) is a famous Indian poet, writer, social activist, philosopher and Indian nationalist. Born in Calcutta, India, into a wealthy aristocratic family. 19 13 years, together with gitanjali, he became the first Asian to win the Nobel Prize in Literature. His poems contain profound religious and philosophical views, and Tagore's poems enjoy epic status in India, such as Gitanjaly, Birds, Sand in the Eyes, Four Men, Family and the World, Gardeners Collection, New Moon, The Last Poetry, Gora and Crisis of Civilization.

youth

Author/Samuel? Ullman Reader/Zhang Luxin

One and? Steel, frozen soil? People who have dealt with each other all their lives, if? Tears? If there are antonyms, then maybe? What about Zhang? . He is the only chief scientist of the Qinghai-Tibet Railway Construction Command. He just walked away all his life? A road? People. ? Qinghai-Tibet thousands of miles? This heavenly road on the roof of the world, in the eyes of the Spanish Herald? An unprecedented project? ; The British "Guardian" evaluation? This railway belongs to China? Dare to do it? The best example of spirit? . Zhang, such a tearful person, still stayed? Tears of life and death? ,? Tears of regret? ,? Tears of dreams? .

? Samuel? Ullman

Youth is not a journey of life, nor is it pink cheeks and red lips, and it is vigorous and healthy.

It is a state in the mind, an idea in the mind, a creative potential in rational thinking, a vigorous vitality in emotional activities, and a shareholder wind in the depths of life spring.

Young means willing to give up warm and romantic love to make a living, which means courage and temperament beyond shyness, cowardice and desire. And a 60-year-old man may have more courage and temperament than a 20-year-old boy. No one will get old because of the passage of time, but with the destruction of ideals, old people have appeared in human beings.

Years may wrinkle the skin, but not the soul. Worry, fear and self-distrust make people bend over in the dust of time.

Whether 60 years old or 16 years old, everyone will be attracted by the future and have an endless childlike desire for the joy of life competition.

There is also a radio station in your heart and mine. As long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, joy, courage and strength from the crowd, you and I will always be young. Once this radio station closes down, your heart will be covered with cold snow of cynicism and pessimism, and you will be old? Even if you are only 20 years old. But if this radio station always stands in your heart and catches every optimistic wave, you will hopefully surpass your 80-year-old youth.

So as long as we dare to dream, dare to pursue dreams and be diligent in interpreting dreams, we will always be young!

Don't always mislead yourself by saying that you are old! Youth is power, and dreams have a future!

? A person's life should be spent like this: looking back, he will not regret wasting his time, nor will he be ashamed of doing nothing; On his deathbed, he can say: I have devoted all my life and energy to the most magnificent cause in the world? Fight for the liberation of mankind. ?

? Ostrovsky, How Steel was Tempered.