Jiang Feng’s prose poems

The North Wind of late winter has already rolled the wandering people back to every alley. He still doesn’t talk to me; I can’t control myself. I said: Boss, do you rent a book? He shook his head, so he had no interest in renting books. I am a little unconvinced, boss, how do you sell this book? He finally spoke, not thinking that he had a standard and pleasant Southern accent. Girls and books are very cheap, you can choose whatever you want. The night was already deep, under the dark yellow street lamp, only he and I were guarding a car of books, even the heartbeat of each other could be heard. I don’t know why I always feel nervous. My sensory nerves tell me that the man in front of me must be a man with unusual experiences. I knew he didn’t want to rent a book to me. He seemed to just want to find something from me that he seemed to have lost for a long time. I thought to myself: what will he be looking? Is it low-level or noble? I waited, but the answer I asked for was blank after half a day. He still looked at me so affectionately, just like his first sight. I forced the woman’s unique flexibility to rent his two books. At the moment when I paid him the rent, he put a book “twenty years old with people, the Red Book of doing the right thing at the age of 30 is vividly displayed in my sight. Ah! This man! He seems to be a bosom friend who has lived with me for many years. How can he know a woman’s inner world like this? With endless question marks, I firmly secretly made up my mind: no matter who you are, I must get along with you with heart; I must understand your difficult classical Chinese. I want to thoroughly understand what kind of man you are and why you can steal my heart. I looked at the title of the book in his hand, and it seemed to be my bosom friend tonight. I took over the book and read it carefully. The contents of the book really attracted me like his eyes. I bought it without hesitation. The biting wind roared again, and the old locust tree behind the book stall was also shining its dried branches in the cold wind, guessing our respective thoughts. I couldn’t resist the temptation of this night. Just when I was preparing to say goodbye to him, I didn’t think of this man who didn’t loquacious. This man who made me have some attachment, unexpectedly, there was a cold saying that I could never forget all my life: Girl, you are very like a person. When his words are exported, my whole body is like an electric shock again, the hot and numb feeling is like being kissed by a lover for the first time, which is so wonderful. What a feeling! It is my first most beautiful feeling in 21 years. I have always kept my brain awake. At this time, all my thoughts seem to be occupied by him; My thinking ability is short-circuited. The girl’s inherent panic, shyness and instant made me leave him. I waved my hand to him in a hurry, and he still stood firmly in the cold wind looking at my far back. Although the cold wind kept beating my body along the way, the current lingering warmth still ran crazily in my body. The heart is warm, and his mind is full of the man’s smile and his close eyes. I forgot the existence of Liu Er and even forgot whether Liu Er was still in my residence. I trotted all the way and went back to my rented cabin on East Street with a lot of imagination. When I opened the door and looked at Liu er in the room, I had no idea where he had gone. I quickly locked the door back. I was lying on the bed with my heart beating, looking at the ceiling with a book in my arms, listening to the roar of the wind outside the window, but I was thinking about the man who made people heartbeat. Tossing and turning for a long time. That night, I seemed to have grown many years old; That night, he made me lose sleep for the first time in my life. I called him that night, and he also gave me a business card of his bookstore with a nice name on it, Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng, what an artistic name! I have been waiting for his call, but a few days later, there was no movement of Feng on the phone. I finished reading those books with an open mind; I was busy at work during the day, and at night I guarded the cold and quiet hut empty and lonely. Maple has been over half a hundred years old, which is a little pity for me. My dream seems to never be perfect for 21 years. The result I expect is a handsome elder who cannot be young. Destiny! How could you make such a joke? He is still like a handsome guy. He always gives me the impression of being so masculine and calm. He made me move and made me think day and night. Does he have a home? What would it look like? If not, what kind of situation would it be? For several days, I have tried my best to control my imagination. However, the heartbeat from time to time always reminds me of my inexplicable fantasy. The day of vacation finally came. I didn’t have any acquaintances in S city. It was meaningless to stay alone in the rental house. So I remembered Feng for several days. Liu Er never called me again. I was immersed in the memory of meeting Feng, so I started my diary again, I want to write down the happiest palpitations of young girls. I didn’t feel cold this winter any more. All I had were happy getting along with each other and happy and sweet memories. For the first time, I wrote down my acquaintance with Feng, a man. Feng said: I am like a person. What does he mean? Who do I look like? With these question marks I really want to know, I decided to find him. Since I first came to this city, I found Maple’s bookstore in several big circles in S city. At noon on the day when Feng and I met, it was gloomy as if it was going to snow. The winter wind was still performing crazily in S city. He still greeted my visit so affectionately. Entering Maple’s bookstore, the first impression printed on my eyes: Although the bookstore is not big, I can’t find a few books that can fill the emptiness of my heart. But what made me have to look at carefully is that in this small bookstore, a large number of Chinese and foreign masterpieces were collected, and so many systematic out-of-print works all attracted me like Maple’s temperament. I didn’t wear much that day. Feng carefully observed that I was afraid of the cold. He turned on the electric heating. Unexpectedly, I can miraculously share many common topics with this man who is several years older than me. Feng and I sat face to face by the electric heating, enjoying the warmth brought by the electric heating while communicating happily. Feng seemed to have known that I am had gone with many question marks. Just when I was going to ask him questions, he simply called my name and said to me: Ning Ning, tell you! You are too like my ex-wife Jing who has passed away for more than 20 years. I didn’t feel any surprise when she said it. Only the obvious psychological reaction was that my heart beat faster, and all the question marks I took instantly broke myself. Ah! So it is! No wonder my heart always beats him. Is my previous life really the woman he once loved with his life? The age difference between Feng and me is several years old. We both talked about everything and both sides were very sincere. Just like a pair of lovers who met for a long time, we talked and laughed without hesitation. When leaving, we made an agreement to be a good friend in this life! The story of Feng and I began at this time. On that day, we talked about our respective lives. That is, since then, I have known many of his stories. It turns out that Maple is an authentic Southwest. He was a young man in the Army, worked as a clerk, a doctor, a soldier, and a war. He was also a man who survived the Sino-Vietnamese War. His ex-wife Jing died in the defensive counterattack. In order to quiet his love life, he had been blank for 16 years. He said I was like his ex-wife Jing. He had been looking for the only black and white photo left by Jing. He wanted to find it for me to see, soon he really showed me the photos of silence. Oh, my God! There are really women like me in the world; No wonder he looked at me so seriously when he first met me. I never thought winter was so long, however, this winter, which made me feel in love, seemed to deliberately tie me and Maple tightly together. Maple is not a northerner, but it can adapt to the palpitation winter than pure northerners. This survivor who has experienced the Sino-Vietnamese War. His attitude towards life: living is the greatest happiness. I really didn’t understand his life at the beginning; But with the ordinary communication with him, I gradually realized the profound meaning contained in his words. At this time, I have to admit: The bosom friend I have been looking for in the past 21 years turned out to be a maple that was half white a year ago, and maple and I finally became an unforgettable acquaintance. Although he is old, his temperament and speech make me forget the age difference between him and me. He held my heart tightly like a magnet. From then on, I would like to visit him under the old locust tree where he set up a stall irregularly and involuntarily. He was on time. No matter how bad the climate was, he would set up a book stall there. He always faced every customer happily. In the winter of 1990, it made Feng and I have a silent relationship. We both seem to have reached the point where no one can leave whom, and there is always an inexplicable concern in each other’s hearts. As long as I get off work, I can’t help but want to see Feng, and we are so selflessly guarding the winter that makes everyone feel cold. Feng started his long creation after he met me. He wrote a love poem “gathering night love long” for me, which was written by Feng for me alone in the cold wind, it’s incredible. I don’t know how many times I watched it, but I didn’t object publicly. I still acquiesced. I really don’t know why I would accept Feng’s emotion. I had a happier winter than any other winter. Maple cares for me sometimes like elders, sometimes like colleagues and elder brothers. But what makes me feel more is not the former, but like a lover for many years. What are we? I couldn’t find any suitable answer. The bright XINGX watched me pouring out the story of my grandmother and me to Feng, and the bright moon was watching Feng telling me the faith of life. We met in that winter, and we resisted this corrupt world together. We almost fell in love with that long winter night. But no one will believe that we have never surpassed the springtide boundary river between men and women. Feng, in this city that makes me lonely and empty, he became the most trustworthy first man in my teenage years. Feng is not as boring as many men. He really loves me, but he never tempt me with those gorgeous words. Since she and I met each other, she has always been very friendly and we have more exchanges. He said to me: I am he looked for the quiet shadow of most of his life. He never did things that made me disgusted. What I felt when I got along with Feng was a sense of security with both father’s love and love. I have really changed. I have become as fond of learning and being kind to others as feng. Getting along with him, I can no longer feel that I still live in a family with only wealth. My once spiritual emptiness is gone. Perhaps influenced by Feng, I insisted on writing down my diary. Feng is a responsible man. His life is not rich, but he is never depressed. He seems to devote all his life’s energy to a young man like me. His bookstall was often crowded with young people who listened to his speeches. While making money to support his family, he played the role of social mentor selflessly. Many parents and teachers have not passed on the knowledge of our generation of young people, and they can get it from Feng for nothing. Feng is really a perfect man. Facing an excellent man like Feng, a man who already has a family; Do I enter or retreat? Today in 21 years, I finally understand that I just live in a selfish circle. Feng never gave me any money and material help. What he taught me was more about the innovation of life skills and language art. Really, I fell in love with this man in my heart. I thought his love for me would be the kind of love without sexual distance for lovers. Without thinking, he buried this kind of open love deep in his heart; He said to me: I really love you, but this kind of love can only be the kind of love that elders care for the younger generation; as for sex, I can only turn beautiful love into a review of old love, which seems to make me sad. I am also a woman. Like millions of women, I also have the need for sex and the selfish mentality shared by women. Ranfeng always acted so calm and calm that I was going crazy. I almost reached the level of self-capture, but maple turned a blind eye. He still regards me as a quiet shadow, and he will treasure my shadow in his heart forever and never destroy it. Ah! What kind of man is this? Was it the war that made him so resistant to everything? People! Why do you always live in endless contradictions? Why can’t we get what we find? Facing Maple, I am can’t love, and I can’t hate it. Finally, once again, the winter, which is lonely and vacant, has passed, and the love with Maple seems to have come to an end. What I can’t forgive myself in this life is that he asked my address many times in the half year he got along with Feng, but I don’t know why I never told him. I clearly know that he loves me more than his father loves his daughter. But what I want is another kind of love. I am not sure about other men, but he is not that vulgar person. It was said that no one could leave him when he arrived, but I still didn’t tell him the address. Later, Feng never mentioned the address again. I don’t know when Feng actually knew my detailed address. I thought he would go to the door. I once imagined at home that it was Feng who knocked on my door; however, he never appeared in surprise. Later, I was a little embarrassed to go to his house again. I hated why I did this. After all, facing Feng’s true love, I felt guilty. Just when I was about to tell him the address; I received a nine-page letter from Feng, which was similar to a broken relationship. In his letter, he asked me with great restraint why since I am a friend, why can’t I even tell my address? At this time, I just want to explain to him that nothing is useless. Feng is a prudent person. I know: Since he wrote such a letter to me, it shows that he has already thought it over. His long work “Jiang Feng’s anthology” was created in Yunnan because of my appearance; Overnight he adapted the anthology which had been written for more than 30 years into “Jiang Feng’s prose poems, meeting in spring accounts for most of the 20 million words written for me. Oh, my God! His love for me is really more than his lover! As a woman, especially in this era where all interests are the center, my life may be enough to stop beating the existing peaceful life around Maple, soon I left him and the city that made me miss. I don’t know if Feng would miss me. 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