Chat a spring (Li Yuchun's talk)

Author: Mei Nong
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Publish Date: 2006-06-13
Features: "Man Jiang Hong" night feeling night rain invades the lamp, wearing the quilt also, cold deep old Zex. After three years, leaving the nest and geese, seem to be lost in the north and south. The shape of the homeland changes with the color, the new words mean to follow the autumn wind. Look at the cold and hot passing over the mountains and rivers, no one cherish. How to remember, Jiangnan flute. Starting from the beginning, ask the Chang'an guest. Think of traveling together in the wilderness, listening to the local villages. Not that the world is hurt by the long distance, always let the world become a camp service. Looking at the rivers and rivers sent away a lifetime, a boat stands. The summer of the Yiyou year, the play called "Super Girl" drove the passion like a wave crashing against the waves, and also sparked fierce verbal battles. Li Yuchun, the girl standing at the top of the wave, with her truth and her spirit, triggered a human pain of mixed feelings, but also attracted many inexplicable suspicions and curses. At that time, an outsider could not bear this pollution, and in a short month, he published ten articles, some of which were gentle and slightly ancient and elegant, or laughing and scolding sharp and penetrating, every article was incisive. This is "Mei Nong Zatan." So it became popular in the world and finally became a classic. "Zatan" aside, this book also includes more than ten chapters of poetry and prose by Mr. Mei Nong and more than twenty new works, continuing her critical talk about the current world. This book is about Li Yuchun, about Super Girl, and more about the beauty of traditional morality, learning, values, and life styles: it is the beauty of returning to simplicity, returning to benevolence, and returning to social harmony, abandoning the boring and outdated distinction between right and wrong. In the figure of the girl who came out under the bamboo, in the straight back of standing with hands behind the back, in the brush that Mei Nong sang "There is nothing in Jiangnan, just give a spring" raised.