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Yang Shuo (1913--1968) was born in Penglai, Shandong. His original name was Yang Yuquan, courtesy name Yingshu, and he was a native of Penglai city. Famous contemporary writers. After liberation, he served as director of the Foreign Literature Committee of the Chinese Writers Association and member of the Standing Committee of the Party Group of the Congress for the Defense of World Peace. After the "Cultural Revolution" began, Yang Shuo was listed as a key target of criticism by the rebels of the Chinese Writers Association. At the end of July 1968, Yang Shuo requested to submit a letter to Chairman Mao and to talk to the leaders of his unit, but both were rejected. In despair, he committed suicide by swallowing sleeping pills on August 3.

The keynote of his works is to praise the new era, new life and ordinary workers. His representative works include "Lychee Honey", "Penglai Wonderland", "Snow Waves", "Red Leaves on Fragrant Mountain", "Painting Mountain" "Embroidered Water", "Camellia Ode", "Hai Shi", etc.

Yang Shuo creatively inherited the strengths of traditional Chinese prose and reached the realm of poetry by expressing feelings about things and blending things and myself. When creating artistic conception, he often tries to find new ideas of "emotion". For example, he uses the characteristics of bees to create industriously without asking for anything to convey the noble sentiments of socialist builders.

Yang Shuo's prose is full of poetry when writing about people. When writing about people, he is good at selecting emotionally colorful fragments to depict the characters' appearance and heart; his description of scenery, while describing the natural beauty, is also an important means to create artistic conception and deepen the theme.

The structure of Yang Shuo's prose is exquisite. At first glance, it is often confusing when it is covered by clouds. But after the twists and turns, the winding path leads to a quiet place, suddenly revealing a new world, and the ending is full of meanings and is thought-provoking.

Yang Wen's language has the charm of painstaking refinement. It is as precise and concise as poetry, rich in meaning and rich in music. It has a fresh, handsome, graceful and subtle style.

Yang Shuo’s father, Yang Qingquan, was a scholar in the late Qing Dynasty. Yang Shuo was tutored at a young age and entered elementary school at the age of 7. By the time he was in fourth or fifth grade, he was already writing good articles and was highly praised by teachers and students. In 1927, he went to Harbin and worked as a trainee and clerk at Taikoo Matheson. He studied English as a part-time student and studied Chinese classical poetry under Li Zhongdu. He published old-style poems in "International Association" and "Five Days Pictorial". He was noble and unrestrained, indulged in poetry and wine, and often drank heavily with three friends and wrote poems to express his feelings. He was known as the "Four Drunkards". The sound of artillery in the "September 18th" incident awakened him from his dream of being a poet. "I would often sleep until midnight and suddenly wake up, hearing the roar of passing enemy tanks in my ears", which was like "running over my chest" and "heart All crushed.” In depression, he greedily read books such as "Iron Current" and "Destruction", and came into contact with Jin Boyang, an underground member of the Communist Party of China. The "spring breeze" "penetrated into his spirit." In response to the Japanese army's conspiracy to establish the puppet Manchukuo and invade and split China, he systematically translated some chapters of the American writer Pearl S. Buck's novel "The Good Earth" about China and published it in the supplement of "Datong Daily". Soon, he was ordered by the Japanese military press censorship agency Stop loading. At the beginning of 1937, he was forced to leave Harbin and go to Shanghai to work at Swire Pacific. During this period, he raised funds to establish Beiyan Publishing House and publish Guo Moruo's "Northern Expedition" and other progressive books. After the "July 7" Incident in 1937, he resolutely resigned from his job at Taikoo & Co., Ltd. and devoted himself to anti-Japanese and national salvation propaganda. In September of the same year, he went to Wuhan and jointly organized with friends the supplements of the literary and artistic publications "Free China" and "Guangming Weekly Wartime Extra", "not for profit, but to arouse the public." At the end of the same year, he went to Yan'an through the introduction of the Eighth Route Army Office in Xi'an. In the spring of 1938, he went to the front line of the Anti-Japanese War in Shanxi. Before the fall of Linfen, he moved to Guangzhou. In 1939, he participated in a field visit group of writers organized by the All-China Literary and Art Circles Anti-Enemy Association, and went to various anti-Japanese base areas in North China. He followed the Eighth Route Army to fight in the north and south, and wrote many excellent works that reflected the anti-Japanese struggle life of the Chinese people. "Pulse" is his masterpiece of this period.

In the spring of 1942, Yang Shuo was ordered to return to Yan'an to attend the Yan'an Forum on Literature and Art. He set out from western Hebei and arrived in Yan'an in July. The meeting had already been held, so he went to the Yan'an Literary and Art Circles Association to continue his creative work, and later studied at the Central Party School. He has successively published short stories such as "Moonlight Night", "Big Flag", "Frost Sky", "When the Wheat Yellows". Joined the Communist Party of China in 1945. In the winter of that year, he went to Xuanhua Longyan Iron Mine to experience life and wrote the novella "Red Stone Mountain" which reflected the miners' struggle and life.

In the autumn of 1946, Yang Shuo moved to various parts of North China with the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Field Army as a reporter for the Xinhua News Agency. He participated in the battles of Qingfengdian, Shijiazhuang and Pingjin, and wrote a large number of correspondence reports and short stories during his military career. , created the novella "Northern Front" which reflects the North China Liberation War.

At the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, Yang Shuo was transferred to the Minister of Literature and Art of the All-China Federation of Trade Unions. He visited Northeast China and South China for interviews and wrote novellas "Northern Black Line" and "Splendid Stream" that reflected the deeds of PLA soldiers and railway workers in repairing railways. Mountains and Rivers". In December 1950, he went to the battlefield to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea as a special correspondent for the People's Daily, wrote a large number of battlefield reports, and created the novel "Three Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" that reflected life in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. Flag Medal Second Class. In 1954, he was transferred to the Chinese Writers Association and successively served as deputy director and director of the Foreign Literature Committee. He went to the northwest and southeast coastal areas for interviews, and published essays and newsletters such as "Journey to the Northwest" and "Oil City". After 1956, he successively served as deputy secretary-general of the China Committee for Defense of World Peace, vice-chairman of the Asian-African Solidarity Committee, Chinese secretary of the Secretariat of the Asian-African People's Council, liaison member and secretary-general of the Permanent Bureau of Asian and African Writers, and was elected as the third and third Member of the 4th National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. While the foreign affairs work was extremely busy, he created a large number of excellent prose works that reflected the features of Asian and African countries and the people's struggle for independence, freedom, and liberation, which were collected into "Asian Sunrise", "The First Branch of the East Wind", and "Fountain of Life".

In 1959, Yang Shuo took time out of his busy schedule to visit his hometown and was invited to give a lecture to the cultural circles in his hometown at Penglai Pavilion. After that, he wrote prose such as "Penglai Wonderland" and "Hai Shi", which described the scenic spots in his hometown. The lines were filled with his attachment and love for the mountains and rivers of his hometown and the people of his hometown.

During the "Cultural Revolution", Yang Shuo was brutally tortured and died unjustly on August 3, 1968 at the age of 58. Yang Shuo made great creative achievements throughout his life, and his prose is the most outstanding. His prose is full of revolutionary passion, rigorous in structure, concise and implicit in language, and highly poetic. It is recognized as the first-class prose work after the founding of the People's Republic of China. In 1978, People's Publishing House published "Selected Prose of Yang Shuo" and reprinted "Three Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains"; the following year it published "Collection of Yang Shuo's Short Stories".

Yang Shuo's representative work "Lychee Honey"

Anything that can be painted, including flowers, birds, grass and insects, is often loved by the original. Bees are a favorite of painters, but I don't like them very much. It's ridiculous to say that. When I was a child, I once climbed up a tree to pinch begonia flowers, but I was stung by a bee. The pain was so painful that I almost fell down. An adult told me that bees do not sting easily because they must mistakenly think that you are going to hurt them. Once stung, it will exhaust its life and will not live long. After hearing this, I felt sorry for the bee and forgave it. But from then on, whenever I saw a bee, I felt emotionally lumpy and uncomfortable.

In April this year, I stayed at Conghua Hot Spring in Guangdong for a few days. Surrounded by mountains, with a pool of spring water in its arms, the thick and green scenery is like a green landscape painting. The night I first went there was a cloudy day. Occasionally, I leaned against the building window and looked out: It was strange, how come so many dark hills appeared out of thin air in front of the building, one after another, rising and falling continuously. I remember that in front of the building is a relatively flat garden, not a mountain. What kind of illusion is this? I rushed to see it at dawn and couldn't help but laugh. It turns out that there are lychee trees all over the field, one after another, and the leaves of each tree are so dense that they don't look like hills at night.

Lychee may be the freshest and most beautiful fruit in the world. Su Dongpo once wrote a poem like this: "If you eat three hundred lychees a day, you will live a long life as a Lingnan native." This shows the beauty of lychees. It just happened that I came at the wrong time. The trees were full of light yellow flowers, which were not outstanding. The new leaves are light red in color and are more beautiful than the flowers. It takes about three months from flowering to fruit ripening. It seems that I can’t wait to eat fresh lychees in Conghua Hot Spring.

It’s time to eat fresh lychee honey. Some people may not have heard of this rare thing, right? There are as many lychee trees in Conghua as the vast ocean. During the flowering season, the fields are buzzing with noise. The bees are so busy that they forget about morning and evening, and sometimes even take advantage of the moonlight to collect flowers and make nectar. The characteristics of lychee honey are pure color and high nutrition. Most people who live in hot springs like to eat this honey to nourish their spirit. The kind-hearted comrade also got two bottles for me. As soon as you open the cork of the bottle, there is such a sweet aroma; when you mix it to half a cup and drink it, the sweet aroma is refreshing and has a bit of fresh lychee flavor. Drinking such good honey, you will feel that life is sweet.

I felt emotional and wanted to see bees, which I had never liked.

Deep in the lychee forest, a corner of the white house is faintly revealed. It is the apiary of Hot Spring Commune, but it has an interesting name, "Bee Building". It's very spring, and the flowers are in full bloom.

As soon as you walk into the "building", you can see swarms of bees coming in and out, flying here and there. The bustling scene will make you think: maybe the bees are also rushing to build some new life.

Beekeeper Lao Liang led me into the "building". Call him Lao Liang, but he is actually a young man with very delicate actions. Probably because Lao Liang wanted me to learn more about the life of bees, he carefully opened a wooden beehive. The box was separated by a row of boards, and each board was full of bees, crawling squirmingly. The queen bee is dark brown and extremely slender. Every bee is willing to feed her with the flower essence collected.

Lao Liang said softly as if sighing: "Look at these little things, how obedient they are."

I asked: "How much can a swarm of bees like this harvest in a year?" Honey?"

Lao Liang said: "Bees can cut dozens of pounds. The weather in Guangdong is good and there are many flowers. Bees make a lot of honey all year round. , their own food is limited. Every time you harvest honey, just leave a little sugar for them, which is enough for them to eat. They never fight or care about anything, and they continue to work and make honey, working tirelessly all day and month... ..."

I asked again: "It's such a honey, aren't you afraid of something harming it?"

Lao Liang said: "Why aren't you afraid? You have to be careful of insects crawling in, Beware of bumblebees. Bumblebees are the worst thief and they often do bad things. "

I smiled and said, "Oh! How to deal with bumblebees in nature. What?"

Lao Liang said: "Drive it! If you can't drive it away, kill it. If you let it stay there, it will kill the bee."

I remembered a question. , asked: "But, how long can a bee live?"

Lao Liang replied: "The queen bee can live for three years, and a worker bee can live for up to six months."

< p>I said: "It turns out that life span is so short. Don't you always have to clean up dead bees outside the hive?"

Lao Liang shook his head and said: "Never. Bees are very sensible and live to their limit. After a few days, I quietly died outside and never came back."

My heart couldn't help but tremble: What a cute little creature, asking for nothing from others, but giving wonderful things to others. Rhyme stuff. Bees are brewing honey, and they are brewing life; they are brewing the sweetest life not for themselves, but for human beings. Bees are insignificant, but bees are so noble!

Through the lychee forest, I gazed at the fields far away in silence, where farmers were standing in the paddy fields, working hard to divide and transplant the rice. . They are using labor to build their own lives, and they are actually brewing honey - brewing the honey of life for themselves, for others, and for future generations.

In this dark night, I had a strange dream. I dreamed that I turned into a little bee.