The story begins with an essay and is beautiful because of the same name.
At the end of 199 1, the essay-writing activity for welcoming the new year and the Mandarin recitation competition held by Yanbei People's Broadcasting Station were held in the clouds with snowflakes.
At that time, the entry procedure stipulated that after the composition was selected in the preliminary contest, the contestants in the Putonghua recitation contest drew lots to recite it. Coincidentally, my essay "Where is home? Selected by a girl of the same name in Yanbei Normal University, a participant in Mandarin recitation. After this short article was broadcast on the radio, it led to a beautiful "love".
Since school, I have been partial to female prose, and its delicate emotional analysis and sincere and lasting life experience have always been my works. Therefore, I also believe that some things written by hand-painted ducks will inevitably be "assimilated" into a lot of powder gas. 1990, when I participated in the Shanxi Youth Prose Grand Prix, my work My World was renamed Tan Wei and published in Shanxi Economic Daily, and won the third prize in this essay activity. Therefore, that "big name" naturally became the established signature for future submissions.
Perhaps, the story is like a blurred dream from the beginning, very erratic, very far away, but very beautiful. Outside the window, snowflakes are flying quietly, and I can't help but have a boiling blood holding the radio-
"Draft 53, Author: Wang Wenjing, Darengou Village, Tianzhen County; Reading: Wang Wenjing of Yanbei Normal University. Works: "Where is Home" ... "
In fact, that composition has obvious traces of deliberate imitation, and some simple ideas are offside, but at that time, it was already my own masterpiece. So, unable to resist the young passion, I wrote to find the trace of Wang Wenjing. Soon, I received a reply from that "I".
Wang Wenjing:
Hello!
When I wrote down your name, I couldn't help laughing. I thought it was a conversation with me in a dream.
When I participated in the Putonghua Competition at Yanbei People's Broadcasting Station, the manuscript was decided by drawing lots. When I pulled out manuscript No.53, I looked at the author's name, "Wang Wenjing? What a coincidence? " I asked the editor if there was any mistake, and the answer wasno. At this time, a classmate who came with me wanted to exchange manuscripts with me. "No, the author's name is the same as mine. I want to recite it. " I turned down that classmate.
I am now studying in the chemistry class of Yanbei Normal University, and I am the announcer of the school. My home is in Houma, but I didn't expect to come here all the way and know another "me" through radio waves. I am glad that the world is so big and small, and I am glad that I met a "I" with good writing style. Fortunately, I sincerely thank you, thank you for your frank letter, and thank you for giving me a good mood full of passion and blessings in a season.
quiet and refined
So the story begins. Although we have never met, I firmly believe in my heart that that is the great beauty of distance.
For several days, I couldn't get out of that excitement, so I wrote to that "me" again.
Wang Wenjing:
Hello, writing to you again is still like a monologue. I have constructed and described your style, but I can't get out of my own world. Did the world cast a magic before us? If radio waves make us attached, we should first thank each other's names.
It doesn't matter whether you won the prize in that competition. What is important is that we have the enthusiasm and process to participate, and more importantly, a pair of friends with the same name can pour out their hearts. Thought of here, I suddenly feel very happy.
In fact, I look real in reality, but once I enter the text, I become another "me". More unfortunately, I often string up roles and perform in the artistic conception of "self", unaware of the existence of "self" Sometimes I hate myself. I am sincere in reality, but I often cheat people with my pen as soon as I enter the role. I didn't expect to cheat another "I" this time. Maybe I should end it. ...
Therefore, all the joys and sorrows in life are eager to write and tell each other that we have always insisted on the beauty brought by distance.
As a result, life has a sour fruit and a youthful taste.
We met by chance, but a friend named Zhang in Yanggao County thought that the two Wang Wenjing were the same person and sent a warm letter and a "heart" card on a snowy winter day. He doesn't know I'm a woman disguised as a man!
Wang Wenjing:
After inadvertently recording your Where is Home, I was intoxicated by the fairy-tale "home" you described for a long time. I really want to know the girl who is "born rebellious" and "likes wandering", and I really want to know the "director and actor" who "directs a story with the love of his life and plays the leading role by himself". Just want to ask her if she has always been so detached and free and easy? I can't understand your leisurely and refined writing, but I can only say that I have been fascinated by your "leisure classics"
Your "home" is simply a dream hut, uncut, but full of wisdom and longing, full of novelty and beauty, woven with tenderness and care, dreamy in texture and full of mysterious green vines. There is no wind and rain, no vicissitudes, only a clear and pure heart and colorful rainbows.
Your Youth Diary is locked, so is your dream locked? Are clear eyes locked? Is the strong arm locked? ...
I was in a bad mood. After receiving this letter, I immediately replied to my friend Zhang: If I were a woman, I would definitely repay your kindness with sincere love and call your name in the name of poetry. But my life is short and my life is not free and easy enough. I like poetry, but I'm tired of it, so it's hard to be the same; On the other hand, it is very heavy, and the reality has shattered my dream. ...
Accompanied by this letter, I improvised my poem "Wish": "I would rather be a bad person/you are a good woman/if there is such a complementary beauty on the way to meet/if I insist on missing it/I will pursue it forever/I will still be a casual actor/wait for the next head-on meeting/at the crossroads of a street/in the morning of Chu Qing after every rain."
The story seems to be more artificial, so later we began to cherish ink like gold. Only around the New Year, we will receive a warm greeting card, sometimes it is full of words of blessing, and sometimes it is simply a greeting like "Leave a message among the white clouds, don't be safe", which will make my whole life bright in winter.
Time flies. Today, I have gone through yesterday's passion, but I have always maintained the most holy feelings for that "love", not only to miss the people I met, but more importantly, to miss that dreamlike time.