The Beijing News Commentary on Jin Yongs Heroes: Fairy Tales of adults and childrens dreams

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 The Beijing News Commentary on Jin Yongs Heroes: Fairy Tales of adults and childrens dreams


On the day of Jin Yongs death, I was on a business trip in Lingan. When I was nine years old, I read Jin Yong. The first place I read was Niu Jia village near Lingan.

Qiantang River water flows through Niujia Village day and night, and then Guo Xiaotian and Yang Tiexin have heard and heard books, and Qiuzhi has passed by. Those figures that reflect the past are Guojing, Huangrong, the old naughty boy, Huanglao Xie, Hong Qigong, Huashan Jianjian, Dongxie Xidu, Xionglong 18 Zhang, Jiuyin Zhenjing, Dog Bangfa, Yiyang Zhi, and modern Wu. The swordsmans epic scrolls spread slowly from the small village of Niujiacun, bringing my young town into an incredible world.

Jin Yongs talent is like the sea. How to stand up in the history of martial arts does not need my dog tail to continue. My gratitude to Mr. Jin Yong is that he opened up a strange fantasy world for a child in the period of his materially poor personality formation. The worlds warriors are patching, spraying hot air in the desert like a knife in the snow, punishing the evil and promoting the good, chasing the evil for thousands of miles, fighting for the worlds silent weak. For a promise, a bet, ten years of life were thrown on the grassland; for a child whose mother had opened his stomach, Hu Fei chased Nanbatian through most of China. The Mongolian army invaded the Southern Song Dynasty. On weekdays, they were rivers and Lakers who struggled for status. They slept in ragged clothes and draughts. They gathered in Xiangyang from three mountains and five mountains and coexisted with a city. These hot blooded stories laid the foundation for my judgment on chivalry, sacrifice, right and wrong, and family state when I was young.

And Guo Jing shouted I wont say when Zhebei was chased by Genghis Khan, Zhang Junbao never bowed when he was beaten blue and swollen, Yang Guo suffered from white eyes and loneliness, Zhang Wujis life was even more tragic, and Guo Xiangdus adventure in Fenglingdu... Whenever I am wronged or beaten up, these teenagers will be taken as confidants and encouraged not to bow their heads. Even in order to increase their internal strength, Guo Jing went to the field to find snakes, ready to dig the gall to eat, so as to find older children singled out.

Of course, beaten or beaten, but beaten is not beaten, but I do not complain that Jin Yong deceived me, who let my home flat, even a training cave? When he grew up, he knew that Jin Yongs novels were the fairy tales of adults and childrens dreams. On the basis of his predecessors, he created a non-existent world for us and recreated the poetic life of ancient China. The vast land flowing with poetry and wine will continue to shape the spirit of one side of the land in the future. Temperament.

We respect some writers as masters because they have nothing to offer to the literary figures of the world, Stendhal to Yulian, Shakespeare to Hamlet and Macbeth, Sima to Jing Ke and Xiang Wang, and Shi Naian to Lin Chong and Wusong. Then, count who Jin Yong sent us. In any life scene, we can quote Jin Yongs characters, secrets or allusions to make our language interesting, informative and Chinese. This may be Jin Yongs greatest value.

When I wrote this essay, I stayed in a village in the countryside of Linan. There was only one entrance around the mountain on three sides. It was easy to defend and difficult to attack. There were more than 40 landlords and squires in the village before the Qing Dynasty. Most of them were Hangzhou who earned money to avoid chaos here. In the meal, a tall Linan native, who did not know which generation had moved from the south of the Central Plains, carried a wine pot through the chair forest to look for me. Come on, small cups dont quench thirst, we make foxes rush. One sentence struck me, half pot of wine, and stumbling up the stairs. Wrote here, suddenly laughed, think of Jin Yong, Liang Yusheng and Gu Long three martial arts masters. The scene after I went upstairs, if I used Mr. Jin Yongs words, would naturally be from sorrow, cant be cut off. If Liang Yusheng, it might be to achieve the Great Harmony of the universe. As for Gulong, it must be a woman with the same wind, sitting on my windowsill drinking. (text / pennauf columnist) source: Beijing News Editor: Yang Ming _NV5736

When I wrote this essay, I stayed in a village in the countryside of Linan. There was only one entrance around the mountain on three sides. It was easy to defend and difficult to attack. There were more than 40 landlords and squires in the village before the Qing Dynasty. Most of them were Hangzhou who earned money to avoid chaos here. In the meal, a tall Linan native, who did not know which generation had moved from the south of the Central Plains, carried a wine pot through the chair forest to look for me. Come on, small cups dont quench thirst, we make foxes rush. One sentence struck me, half pot of wine, and stumbling up the stairs.

Wrote here, suddenly laughed, think of Jin Yong, Liang Yusheng and Gu Long three martial arts masters. The scene after I went upstairs, if I used Mr. Jin Yongs words, would naturally be from sorrow, cant be cut off. If Liang Yusheng, it might be to achieve the Great Harmony of the universe. As for Gulong, it must be a woman with the same wind, sitting on my windowsill drinking. (text / pennauf columnist)