Zhou Tao's prose "The Hornet's Nest"

Genre: prose

Author: Zhou Tao

Source: Selected from Zhou Tao Prose, Volume II, Shanghai Oriental Publishing Center, 1998.

Hornets build nests-the original

When we reached the first frost, the wasp was falling off the balcony. One by one, it always appears. But they don't die in large numbers at the same time. Sometimes when sweeping the floor, one or two squirms in front of the broom.

The autumn sun shines weakly and warmly, like blood slowly conveyed when the limbs are spread out. The days of autumn are coming to an end, and there seems to be an insurmountable invisible wall ahead. In the autumn wind, when the post horse is transmitting urgent information, it blocks the lives of those who have not done a good job in immigration documents.

In the wasp family. Most of them have not gone through the formalities of moving to winter. On the balcony, I heard a small buzzing voice saying, how good life is. But we, only one person died.

Hearing the sound, I couldn't bear to sweep the bee into the dust and dead leaves, so I picked it up with a broom and gently put it on the windowsill. It clung to the broom tip like a child on a swing, and then fell down in a quiet autumn.

The autumn sunshine covered this little life. It seems that the stage lights cover a ballet dancer who is about to take a curtain call. Its wings hang down like a skirt, covering its small body transparently, and its body is surprisingly bright and beautiful in the sun.

That kind of gold is printed with that kind of black stripes, which seems to be the color matching layout of a famous artist. The golden yellow should be the yellow of the late-maturing Golden Queen corn kernels, which is saturated with the pure gold of the sun, while the black stripes are the thick black of the moonless night. The two are printed on it, that is, day and night, life and death, gentleness and severity, infinity and brevity.

It wriggled, wanted to fly, and trembled. Then stop. It seemed to understand the deadline of its own life and began to tidy itself up, tidying up its tentacles with two furry little hands, as serious and proud as Lu Bu fiddling with two long hualing. What beautiful tentacles they are! They touch them again and again, just like a person who loves cleanliness and beauty.

Little guy!

You loved yourself so much before!

But how do we know you? I thought you were a fugitive looking for trouble everywhere! You always have a poisonous arrow hanging from your ass, ready to stab your enemy. I think you are very aggressive. Does the wasp put a needle on its tail? I still remember when I was a child, when I was poking a hornet's nest, a few furry little claws clung to the pores on my nose and then stung it hard ... my nose was still very big.

A wasp is a wasp. In spring, it nests in the cracks in the balcony, buzzing, taking off and returning from time to time. The small balcony suddenly turned into a lively air base, posing a threat to the family. If you want to destroy this base and many "warriors" inside, it's easy. Paste the cracks in the wall with a lump of mud at night. All "boredom" died in it. But ... why? After all, they are small creatures that have never attacked anyone, even wasps. I can't bear to poison innocent people. "In autumn, they will do it themselves." I said.

They fly over our heads and faces every day from spring to summer. People are harmless, bees never take the initiative to attack, and even misunderstandings have never happened. Quietly. Suddenly found that these little guys are very energetic and considerate. They seem to see that there is no evil in your heart.

Later, the more I look at them, the more I think they are cute, United and busy. I even take observing their activities as my daily pleasure. Golden bees seem to be the life hatched by the changing edge of the sun, and the buzzing sound is like the sound of summer sunshine ... these little flying lights!

Then came the cold dew and the first frost.

They struggled on the wall of the season, fell down in front of the custom of limited time, cherished infinitely and were extremely gentle. None of them used the arrow given to them by heaven. I heard these little creatures falling from the balcony one by one say, it's great to be alive, but only one of us died.

Beginning of winter tomorrow. Little fellow, please come to the party again next year!

Hornets build nests —— Appreciation of works

Focusing on the wasp landing on the balcony, this paper outlines its short and fulfilling happy life. The article starts with the wasp that landed on the balcony in the first frost, creating a solemn atmosphere of dying. Then, grasping the wasp's "grasping the broom tip" before she died, the beauty before the curtain call of Qiu Guang, and the grooming before the end of her life describe in detail the wasp's infinite nostalgia for life and her calmness before she died, highlighting the wasp's self-esteem and self-love and showing the nobility of life.

After careful observation, the writer wrote a hornet full of spirituality and life texture in his eyes, showing his love for the hornet. The writer's emotional attitude towards wasps changes with his constant understanding of wasps. At first, the author thought that wasps were aggressive troublemakers. When witnessing the solemn moment when the wasp is about to die, it has a short and full busy life, and its poisonous arrow never hurts people's hearts. The writer finds that the wasp is a self-loving, noble and considerate spiritual life. Writers' appellations of wasps are also constantly changing. At first, I called wasps "outlaws", but later I couldn't help calling them "little guys" and "little lights". At the end of the article, I sent an invitation to the wasp to meet again next year, which reflected the author's love for the little life.

In addition, the article also compares the attack of human beings on wasps with the friendliness of wasps to human beings, which shows that wasps have never hurt anyone's heart. "People are harmless. Bees will never take the initiative to attack, and even misunderstandings have not happened. " It shows that man and nature should live in harmony and respect each other. Only in this way can we create a peaceful and brilliant ecological environment, which embodies the writer's distinct ecological consciousness. There are two places in the article that say "life is so beautiful, but only one of us died." The function is different. The first place is the writer's nostalgia for wasp life. Although the latter place also has nostalgia for life, it points out emphatically that the wasp is calm when it dies, and its short life has gained eternal significance because of its enrichment and tranquility.

The Yellow Beehive —— Author's Brief Introduction

Zhou Tao, born in 1946, is a famous contemporary poet and essayist. Originally from Shanxi, born in Beijing, 1955 moved to Xinjiang. Now he is the director of the creative office of Lanzhou Military Region, a first-class writer, the vice chairman of Xinjiang Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the vice chairman of Writers Association. He is the author of poetry anthology "Shenshan", "Wild Horse", prose anthology "Rare Birds", "Nomadic Great Wall" and "Wuli Wasteland". Zhou Tao's prose is mostly based on the life in the northwest frontier, which explores and publicizes the life toughness of surviving and developing in extreme difficulties, and conveys a true spirit of the west, with majestic and cold style, profound meaning and vigorous brushwork.