In the 30th scene of 20021.9.4, Qing Feng, a member of the Canadian Women Writers Association, told her story.
Please read the introduction of Qingfeng first:
Qing Feng, Ph.D. in Economics, has been engaged in the financial industry for a long time. Although I loved dancing and writing since I was a child, I only entertained myself and communicated privately with my friends. After moving to Vancouver in the summer of 20 19, I finished the creation of my first novel, which will be published in China soon. By chance, I was able to join the Canadian Women Writers Association and become a permanent member.
The following contents are arranged according to the sharing of Qingfeng in the Canadian Women Writers Association.
Hello, sisters of the Women Writers Association!
On May 1 this year, when I first met with Sister Gege, Mu Rong and Cao Lan at the Yusha River, Sister Gege said to me, "You must tell your story!" But I have been hesitant, mainly because I heard your stories and felt that my experience was too dull to be a humanitarian.
Spring goes to summer, Tanabata, Perseid meteor shower cuts through the boundless night sky. I remember the metaphor that people often use. In fact, are we not all a meteor? Even if it finally becomes a small point suspended in the universe, or a meteorite falling on the earth, hasn't it ever given off its own unique light and heat?
I am Qingfeng, a literary young woman from the financial industry, and a gentle financial practitioner. I retired early in China two years ago and lived in Vancouver to study with my son.
I was born in a heavy industrial city on the bank of Huaihe River. I have been familiar with a proverb circulating in my hometown since I was a child: It is better to cross the Huaihe River than to take Wan Li Road. As for my ancestral home, it can be traced back to the south bank of the Yangtze River. There is a river on the other side of the river and a town on the other side. My grandfather helped the world in the town, and my father went out of the ancient town to study in the north. After graduating from college, he was assigned back to this province and became a colleague with my beautiful, smart and strong mother. After marriage, I was born-their only daughter.
My interest in literature probably originated from reading juvenile literature in the second grade of primary school, and later I had childhood and children's literature. I remember that Wang Anyi's first novel was Who is the Future Squadron Leader published in Youth Literature and Art, and Wang Anyi became one of my favorite female writers. Since the third grade, the serial broadcast of novels on the radio has inspired my interest in the tome. I began to read Hongyan, Flying Tigers, Song of Youth, Linhai Xueyuan, Youth Guards and so on, and I was a little confused. In the third grade, I also won the double champion in the composition and math competition in the district, and my mother began to swell. She only helped me with my fourth-grade math in the summer vacation of the third grade, and then when I started school, I passed the exam with full marks in math and jumped to the fifth grade. Because my mother ignored literature and didn't give me Chinese lessons, I actually got more than 70 points on the basis of grade three. I remember that there was an idiom to explain the topic, which was called avalanche. I was so stupid that I had to fight it myself. I went to the fifth grade for a semester, and because I was still in the first grade, my mother was even more bloated. I used that winter vacation to make up math and English, and I plan to skip to the first semester. I didn't expect the middle school to agree to accept it at first, saying that there was no precedent. Later, I agreed to sit in for half a semester and return to primary school if I didn't do well in the midterm exam. For the first time in my life, I realized what it means to go upstream.
There are roads and paths from home to middle school. This path will pass a big pond. I remember very clearly that on the first day after the winter vacation, I crossed the pond and went to middle school. The wind is cold, the plants are withered, and the water is still, which is in line with my mood. Two months passed, the cool breeze warmed me up, and willows and dragonflies splashed on the roadside, which was also very suitable for my mood, because the results of the mid-term exam came down, and the total score of the whole class was third. Of course, I passed and officially jumped into middle school.
My inspiration for nature probably began with the path by the pond and the changing scenery of the four seasons in the pond. Now that I have passed the customs, I have time to continue reading leisure books. Senior one began to watch the outlaws of the marsh, senior two began to watch the romance of the Three Kingdoms and Journey to the West, and senior three began to watch a dream of red mansions. My literary dream probably began in the third grade. At that time, I rewrote Mulan Ci into Romance of Mulan, fabricated novels of three rich brothers who took different paths during the Great Revolution, and began to play Sun Ce and Zhou Yu after reading Li Shimin, the King of Qin, written by Yan Haiping of Fudan University. At that time, I really wanted to be a reporter, and I had to be a reporter for the People's Liberation Army Daily, so that I could strut from literature to martial arts.
After high school, all kinds of books, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, are hungry as long as they can be found. In addition to masterpieces, many publications at that time, including Dangdai, Harvest, October, Novel Monthly, etc. , have never let go. Fortunately, there are three girls in our class who have the same hobbies as me. They are no less involved in Chinese and foreign famous works and Yuan songs of Tang poetry and Song poetry than I am, so they met bosom friends. We often couplet poems together, discuss the classic paragraphs and sentences of the masters, and exchange exercises and ridicule with each other. As the saying goes, teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and want to give new words to sorrow. I still remember when I was filling out a chanting song, what I wrote was: I want to cry, I want to sue no one, I want to sing without strings. Tossing and turning, frost and snow suddenly went to the temples. Haha, there was no frost and snow on the temple at that time.
When the arts and sciences are divided into classes, of course I want to apply for the arts. As I said before, my mother has always paid more attention to science than literature, and told me very sternly: the liberal arts class is poor, so you can't go. It was also the first time in my life that I rebelled against my mother. In the end, she had to agree, on condition that she must guarantee to win the first prize. After entering the liberal arts class, I feel very relaxed. I can read books casually every day and almost read most of my books.
After the college entrance examination, I will fill in my volunteers first, and then give my grades. I think I can do it, but many students with average grades think I can do it, which makes me a little insecure and afraid to fill in my favorite Fudan journalism department and international politics department. The head teacher thought I was good at math and English, so he suggested that I apply for the World Economics Department of Wuhan University as my first choice, saying it was a popular major, and only two people were recruited in our province. I have read the reportage of Wu Da written by Zuway before. Although I think this school is not famous enough, the Happy College described by Zuway is still attractive to me. The pictures in the enrollment brochure are also beautiful, and it is said that the campus area is more than 3000 mu, which is too appetizing for me, because I like the gardens with small bridges and flowing water best. In addition, the film "Dormitory for Female College Students" was created by female students of the Chinese Department of Wu Da University, and the shooting was also carried out on the campus of Wu Da University. These empty points made me listen to the teacher's advice without hesitation. After volunteering to hand it in, the score came down, 3 points more than I estimated, and I was actually the top liberal arts scholar in the city. The people in the admissions office said that Peking University had come to get my file, but it had been taken away by Wu Da. In my hometown, I admire Fudan University and Peking University in Tsinghua, and I know nothing about other schools. So my parents' colleagues met me on the road and asked me what school I went to. I said it was Wuhan University, and the other party often asked curiously: What university in Wuhan? That's ridiculous. This is actually fate. On the one hand, if I go to Peking University instead of Wuhan University, my fate will be completely rewritten. On the other hand, I went against my original intention to study in the Department of World Economics instead of the Department of Journalism, which may also be my lifelong regret.
I was actually very disappointed when the welcome car drove into the famous archway of National Wuhan University. There are so many shops and restaurants on the roadside, where is this university? It's obviously a farmer's market. The 8-person one-room student dormitory is also dark and humid. The creaking bunk bed scares me. I sleep in the upper bunk for fear that the bed will collapse and hit others, and sleep in the lower bunk for fear that the bed will collapse and hit me. Fortunately, the short discomfort soon disappeared in the colorful campus life. The beauty of Wu Da needs to be savored. Just listening to the name of our dormitory area, Plum Garden, Cherry Blossom Garden, Guiyuan Garden, Maple Garden and Lakeside are enough for you to imagine. This is a truly uninterrupted flower season. Looking back many years later, those four years in Meiyuan were the happiest stage of my life, so I wrote a few words to commemorate those years: I lost my life in the middle reaches of the Chu River when I was young, and I got on the boat on the river like a pro. Jingui Feng Dan glass green, Mid-Autumn Festival misty rain in a lake.
After I went to college, I was on pins and needles because of many things. On the contrary, I read less pure literature, but I am keen on the works of Jin Yong, San Mao, Wang Shuo, Arthur Harry, agatha christie and others, and even my taste once fell to the level of confidant and Reader's Digest. After reading thousands of books, I am going to Wan Li Road. Less than half of my college life went to China. After graduation, I went to the ends of the earth because I like coconut trees, and then crossed the ocean. After five years of overseas work experience, I came back. It seems that my steps never stop. The cycle of fate and the fork in the road always appear unconsciously. When the baby grew up, I gave my son Canadian identity and more choices four years ago, so he had to face the realization of his choices. After many twists and turns, I bid farewell to my parents and husband again and embarked on a flight across the Pacific Ocean. But this time I was just a supporting role, accompanying the teenager who went to study in Maple Leaf, and the landing place was changed from Toronto to Vancouver, which is closer to China. Compared with the lone ranger who just arrived 19 years ago, the accompanying mother in the year of destiny has more responsibilities and less passion.
It seems that someone has said that the real success of people is actually to do what they like well. Too bad I didn't do either. For more than 30 years, I feel pushed forward by an invisible hand. The financial industry I am engaged in seems to be very glamorous. Actually, this is definitely not what I want. People can't help themselves in the Jianghu. Whether I am a middle-level backbone or a company executive, airports and hotels have become my frequent places, and business and personnel occupy most of my body and mind. Although life is not just the present, poetry and distance are by no means the whole of life. Time and time again, unconsciously, halfway around the world, half my life has passed. In the words of the child's father, my life is a toss.
Before going abroad, I went to Shanghai on business and got together with a girlfriend in my college class in a cafe converted from Zhang Ailing's old residence. All the boys and girls in my class have a good relationship with me, and they are better after graduation than at school. Maybe it's because people with my temperament, after seeing countless people in the workplace, still feel not tired. So when the students saw us drinking coffee in the former residence of talented women in the class group, they all clamored for me to write a seven-step poem. I wanted to steal a lazy girl, so I searched Baidu for the names of Zhang Ailing's main works and chose eight of them to make a song: Flowers withered and agarwood scraps, Lust, Caution and Gorgeous Edge. I hate leaving this program, but I see your kindness.
In fact, I haven't read any of Zhang Ailing's eight works except Lust, Caution. Thanks to the kindness of my classmates, even I feel quite handy. Besides, in my opinion, life is so much. Scene after scene, just singing here, people in the play didn't feel it, only to find that so many regrets were left after the curtain call. However, even if life can be repeated, won't it leave new regrets?
When people reach middle age, many classmates and friends around them begin to believe in Christianity or Buddhism. In fact, I understand and envy those who have faith. Faith makes them full of gratitude and awe for the world, and makes them feel quiet and serene. So what is my belief? It seems that it's not just illusory poetry and distance. What else?
Finally, in the rainy season in Wencun and the snow in Feng Dan, I started my real creation. Although this kind of creation is intermittent, with different moods, sometimes staying up all night and sometimes putting it aside, it took me half a year to complete the first half of the word180,000 and send it to a domestic publishing house. The review process of the publishing house is long. After a year and three months, I received a notice of approval before the edition. The excitement and sense of accomplishment when I finished the first half of last year have already been exhausted in the long wait, and I can't find new inspiration for the time being, so the second half has been dragged on.
Thanks to the chance, I got to know Sonia, so I got to know Sister Gege and all my friends from the Women Writers Association. I am ashamed that I am far less diligent and persistent than you, and writing only accounts for a small proportion in my present life. But I am willing to let this trickle flow forever, always accompanied by my memories of the past, my experience of the present and my expectation of the future.
Finally, as a conclusion, I'll give you an impromptu work at the class reunion:
Summer solstice in March, and late night in autumn.
A cup of youthful dreams, songs and old feelings.
There is no doubt that Jin Lan is destined to sing.
Go back before it gets old, and then make an appointment to go to the mountains.
Thank you!
Annex: Members' Testimonies
Love to travel: after listening to your story, I am still immersed in your beautiful past. This is really an elegant narrative poem, just like a magnificent picture unfolding before my eyes. A beautiful girl from a water town in the south of the Yangtze River came to me slowly. What a beautiful poem! Let me slowly recall it! Listen, remember and think again! Benefit endlessly!
Li Lang: Your story is like a lyrical prose poem. The magnificent life of half a century unfolds slowly: a primary school bully who skipped a grade twice in his childhood, a talent with both arts and sciences, a champion of the liberal arts college entrance examination, a female doctor, and a financial elite, who became a companion mother for her son's early retirement. Life has ups and downs, ups and downs. Don't forget your active mind. Dreams have played poems and distant music in my heart. I have read thousands of books all my life, and I have poems in my stomach. The story I told was just different. I look forward to reading the works as soon as possible, and you can appreciate the beauty of words again!
Grass: In the falling rain, I listen to you whispering and tell the wonderful stories of your seniors and career elites in poetic language. I admire your achievements and enjoy listening to wonderful life stories. Thanks for sharing! Young and beautiful, you are the elder sister I met in the front line of the Women Writers' Association except for the two presidents. Nice to meet you!
Sonia: I just listened to your sharing, wonderful life growth experience, smart, beautiful and brilliant. I look forward to your excellent work.
Lucia Zhang: I heard you tell your wonderful life in poetic language. You are a scholar, an elite in the workplace, a good wife and a good mother. You not only have a full life and works, but also poetry and distance.
Carp years: I just listened to your sharing. Although, as you said, a lifelong career is not the original intention, I can still read your openness and calmness. The essence of literature is the perception of life, which is closely related to our experience. Whether sad or happy, we will paint our own unique scenery. I especially like your attitude. You don't deliberately pursue perfection, but you accumulate in the last romance and bloom in the most suitable season.
Bookworm:? Thanks for sharing. Life experience is different. I record my life experiences and feelings in words, precipitate myself with rich experiences and inner world, and be alone with myself ... Nice to meet you here!
Yongmei: I directly read Yan Zi's financial talents and distant poems, and I vaguely felt the humor between the lines and your natural intelligence. I can't help laughing when I see your mother is bloated again. After reading your description of the campus of Wuhan University, I was taken back to the early 20th century to share my feelings and witness the history of our generation.