[Original] (original draft of prose poem) Beautiful scar

Foreword: -- Published in the second edition of 1994.11.20.Star Journal.Liu Youbin

How many years have passed, and it is already possible to upload it again.

Early today, all the delegates of our PEN Club are empty-stomached, and they want to go to a place to taste a cup of bitter wine that has been around for a hundred years, to lift the mist like a light veil, to see the most beautiful face of the imperial princess in ancient costumes more than 100 years ago, and to see the most brilliant pearl at that time - the Old Summer Palace.

This bus is a little strange, moving vigorously, is it trembling with anger, or jumping with joy?

It's here. What kind of rule is it to draw such a circle?

The Old Summer Palace in winter is as cool as jade, so cold that it can shine a human figure, and the cool air of her body hits people.

On the ruins of the Old Summer Palace, the north wind is like a beautiful woman in ancient costume brushing her skirt, wanting to hold our eyes, and can't bear to see this scar, the biggest scar in China.

Some people deliberately say that it was burned by the fire of a special period of ten years. But there are a few Chinese who do not know: The fire a hundred years ago, like the greedy tongue of the British and French allied troops, licked the most charming dimples on Beijing's face and branded shame on the forehead of the Chinese nation! For more than a century, this humiliating land no longer grows a grain of grain.

Winter should not come here, the frost and snow of the north are sprinkled on this wound like salt in winter, and the winter sun is like a pepper on this wound!

Winter shouldn't come here, when the tears have turned into ice, and the tears of history are hard and cold and cannot be wiped away. The bitter wine of the vicissitudes of life had dried up and hardened, and only the trees and stones remained.

I saw that the tree was like a furious hair, and it was like a crown of the sky! This pillar of stone was like a burnt finger pointing straight to the sky, and the pillar of stone was like a question mark asking the sky silently, and there were countless kinds of notes that came and went, and none of them satisfied it completely. Which stone pillar has never been wrapped around the waist? Even if there is only one backbone left, it is still straight!

The old dream of prosperity is covered with a painful scar. Today, this scar has also become as beautiful as cheese.

Some people say that life is a beautiful mistake, and this scar is a beautiful mistake of history, right?

The car is still shaking when it leaves, and what do you want to shake off?

The circle of the Old Summer Palace is a string of my cranial nerves.

{Since the original manuscript and the sample newspaper are no longer available, the above records may not be exactly the same as those published in the newspaper}

Attached [What Shen Zhou said]

1). Who can not be injured? not afraid of forgetting the pain, but afraid of the pain again. Shen Zhou understands that none of us can be the most miserable people in the world. 2). Painful experiences are also a precious asset, without which my writing would not have carried such weight. The experiences of life are really writing works for us, and this is true of poetry, and the same is true of novels.