The lights in the living room were bright and showed a moving warmth. When served, a large pot of chowder soup was boiling. The juice was rumbling and the fragrance spreads with the mist and steam. We were willing to stare at it like this and be stunned happily and worry about no

For us children, the winter night of family dinner, waiting for the meal is the most comfortable time. The lights in the living room were bright and showed a moving warmth. When served, a large pot of chowder soup was boiling. The juice was rumbling and the fragrance spreads with the mist and steam. We were willing to stare at it like this and be stunned happily and worry about nothing.

Looking back many years later, the words "Family sit idle, the lights are so close" by Wang Zengqi have told me all the warm picture.

In his essay collection "Fireworks on the World", Wang Zengqi wrote many plots that look very similar to the happiness and joy that I had the honor of meeting in my childhood! Especially in the article "My Grandfather and Grandmother", some of his detailed descriptions about his grandmother made me cry. How great it would be if my grandmother was still there!

"Grandma likes me very much. On summer nights, we sat in the patio to enjoy the cool air. Sometimes she would come over in the dark and lie on the bamboo bed to 'speak old words' (telling stories) to me. Sometimes she sang 'verses', and her voice was hoarse: 'The old mother of Guanyin stood at the bridge...' This is the only 'song' I have ever heard her sing."

Such a picture made me recall the summer night when I was a child.

A childhood summer night, the feeling of the evening breeze gently caressing her cheeks was so warm and soft. I moved out a long stool and sat in front of Grandpa's door, snuggling in my grandma's arms. She gently shook the cushion and listened to Grandpa's story about Jiang Ziya apprenticeship or Meng Jiangnu and Fan Xiliang . At that time, the sky at night was also particularly bright. The moon was surrounded by stars, and the grandma was particularly enchanting. There were seven or eight stars falling in my eyes. Grandma said it was the Big Dipper, and the stars were shining and shining... The scene seemed like a different world, but at this moment, my summer night could no longer blow like the evening breeze that I used to be when I was a child. I never had the chance to snuggle in my grandma's arms, let alone listen to Grandpa's stories.

People say that the past cannot be chased like smoke, but those days that passed like smoke were the best time in my life. Whenever I recall it, my heart will always be more sweet than bitter. The warm life lingers in fireworks is very similar to the lights in the world, under the melon field and plum blossoms in the pen of Mr. Wang Zengqi.

The book "Fireworks on the World" contains more than 40 fine prose poems and short stories of Wang Zengqi, " Da Nao Jishi ". This book is divided into four chapters, namely: "The sound of the hometown is still there", "The lights are about to return", "The wind is good today" and "The ultimate taste is in the world".

The straightforward and natural characters in Wang Zengqi's works. In "Today's Wind" he teased his friend Lin Jinlan's name and the names of his novels in a very mischievous tone. Then he turned his pen and seriously affirmed Lin Jinlan's temperament. "Always look at the world with a smile, but his feelings are very strong." Suddenly, he turned around and almost "expose" his habit of using the "haha laugh" that makes people unable to touch their heads and grasp their tails to get rid of awkward chats, thus obtaining a layer of protective umbrella. After reading it, I couldn't help but make people laugh. It turned out that Lin Jinlan was so vivid and specific!

And his "Self-Reporting Home" is equivalent to a short autobiography. Wang Zengqi wrote about his father, mother, elementary school, teacher, Shen Congwen and his psychological journey of literary creation. In addition to the faint sadness hidden in his writing, he also reveals warmth. This can be seen from his writing about his mother's early death and his father's personal garment.

His hands are very clever and his heart is very delicate. My mother's underwear (Chinese people believe that people die and live in another world - the underworld, so they use paper to make daily necessities, so they can burn them so that the dead can "benefit in the underworld", collectively known as Minggui) was made by him. He bought all kinds of colored papers of flowers and pasted them with many sets of clothes, clothes for all seasons, and lint clips. The "fur" is cut very thinly, and just like the real one, it can also be divided into "sheepskin" and "fox fur".

Wang Zengqi's words can always awaken those who are confused in the complex world but still have expectations for themselves. We must believe that life is beautiful and that people are poetic.

I have always liked Wang Zengqi's prose. The words are accurate and in place when read. Each word has its own special purpose but is not crafted. It makes people feel refreshed and can calm down and read slowly. Wang Zengqi's prose is suitable for cooking tea under the window on rainy days and reading it slowly, of course it is better for snowy days!

Read Wang Zengqi's "Fireworks on the World". The various forms of life scattered between the lines and the years slowly flowing in the book are very worthy of our careful reading and careful experience.