The dead bird is dead, San Mao is alive forever.

Phoenix, also known as Phoenix. The legendary god bird looks like a firebird. It is said that every five hundred years or so, it will collect a variety of scented branches or blades of grass to self-immolate, and finally reproduce the young birds in the remaining ashes. It can be seen that the legendary "immortal bird" has the symbolic meaning of "eternal life" and "resurrection of death".

In fact, for those who love words, once they see the word "immortal bird", the most sensitive reef in the depths of the soul should be "writer San Mao." To put it bluntly, the "immortal bird" is in my heart and will always be the endorsement of "San Mao is still alive".

In the Qing Dynasty, I am the most heartfelt reader of San Mao. From the age of fourteen, I have watched all of San Mao’s works for at least five times. Every article, every time I look at the feelings, has similarities and differences.

In the middle of the country, I was biased towards the process of "the rainy season is no longer coming" in the two hairs turned into three hairs. Because, at that time, I also had the same childish rebellion and sensitivity.

When I was in high school, I was biased towards the story of Sahara and the Thousands of Waters. Because, at that time, I was innocent, like fantasy, dare to take risks, and especially yearn for the legendary life. I even want to live in the desert and hold a wedding there.

After marriage, I prefer the Scarecrow Notes and Gentle Night. Because, I love the world, I have always hoped that the little bit of human life in life will be sublimated in the extraordinary sweet love.

After tempering, I tend to "How much is spent in my dreams" and "Send you a horse." Because, in the face of a fatal blow, I also thought about suicide. However, I finally gave up. Because, I can't bear to leave the person I love and the person who loves me. For this high sense of responsibility and sacred mission in my heart, I survived. Therefore, what I can feel is that the mournful and fragile, contradictory and struggling hidden behind the disguise of the soulful woman San Mao at the time of writing.

After being fortunate enough to follow the writer's path, I prefer "Dear Sanmao" and "Meteor Rain". Because, I also hope that my ideals can be prosperous in reality, and I look forward to the brilliant scene of resonating with the editor. Whether it is an electronic publishing form, a letter or a speech, I hope that my experience and my experience will bring positive energy to the world.

One day in the future, if I succeed, I think I will be biased towards "Red Dust." Because, I also hope that I can become the second San Mao in China. I also want to be one of the most popular female writers in China. I also want to write in the love of the red dust to pay for the eight Golden Horse Awards. taste. Of course, if you can't take it, you can do four hairs! After all, writing the prize is not the only price for people to live!

On the road to work, the time is busy in the busy. Inadvertently, time is walking in the rainy season. A trace of desolate, jumping in the wandering heart and sea. This quiet and familiar winter night, suddenly inspiration, I wrote this article to commemorate Sanmao's sister: "The dead bird is dead, San Mao is always alive!"

Sister San Mao, who has written more than 200 popular works in the background of ordinary life. Her short life, although her footprints have traveled the world, her days are not rich. "Hexi went to dive fishing after work, but never came to the surface!" She also stressed in her speech that she is wandering for life, not because she deliberately pursues romance.

Her plain and plain language, funny and natural style, passionate kindness, sincere and compassionate feelings, deeply attracted readers. She has been popular with hundreds of millions of Chinese readers around the world. She has repeatedly set off "San Mao fever" on the mainland, and her influence has not deteriorated. The readers are widely distributed across all levels and ages. San Mao has passed away for twenty-three years, but the loyal San Mao fans still love their "every three hairs!"

About San Mao, the cause of death of this legendary woman, there are many sayings, and there are all. Some people say that she has a personality defect since she was a child, and she suffers from depression. Therefore, suicide is normal. Some people say that Jose died. She has no children. She is alone, so she is trapped and killed. Some people say that She committed suicide because she was not dissatisfied with the Golden Horse Award at the time. Some people said that she won the best screenwriter award for "Rolling Red Dust" and was suicidal when she was alive and regrettable; some said that San Mao Suicide because he feared that he had a gynaecological cancer like his mother; some people said that San Mao committed suicide because of his disgusting...

Recently, another saint has set off a red wave on the Internet, saying that San Mao was not killed in the bathroom. It was the death of the murder. It was the police’s conclusion that the media “murdered” her.

Time is like running water, don't do it, don't take it too. Looking back, youth has gradually drifted away. When San Mao died, I still don't know what love is, and I don't understand the complex feelings of writers. In a blink of an eye, I am also a rusher. But for San Mao, I am still so obsessed. Although the once-dead bird has already passed away, San Mao is still alive in my heart.

The death of a talented woman San Mao has made the world feel sorry. But in fact, after her death, she still shines in China and the world. Her death, in fact, recreates the miracle of a second life. It is true that this "immortal bird" has a winding path and has become the best symbol of her still alive.

Therefore, I believe that readers who really love San Mao will not care about her cause of death and the process. Whether she is suicide or homicide, it is actually not important. Because, she did leave the beautiful world at around 2 am on January 4, 1991, at the age of 48.

I remember that when I first looked at San Mao’s first work, "The Dead Birds in Dreams, I don’t have any special feelings and impressions." Because, at that time, I did not experience the storms of life, unable to understand the complex mood of San Mao at the time of writing. After the year, after having the same life and death experience, when I looked back at San Mao’s "The Dead Birds", I realized that she was a contradictory self-struggling.

In fact, whether San Mao is suicide or homicide. I hope that she can rest in the ground and be happy in heaven. If Sanma’s relatives are still suffering for San Mao’s departure, then my loyal reader can only silently give them some blessings under the distant night sky: “I wish the living people can be happy. heart!"

In the article "Undead Birds", "I want to hold my house, protect my husband, a responsible person, there is no right to die." San Mao’s swearing famous saying makes me unforgettable! Maybe, in me The most vulnerable time is that her simple infatuation has saved me.

San Mao, the "Idol" writer in my heart forever. San Mao, the most beautiful "stray cat" in my heart! She, although away from the dust, turned into dust. But in my heart, she will always be the most dazzling "moonlight flower" in the Chinese literary world! The immortal bird did not bring me negative influence. Instead, let my soul get another kind of sublimation.

When San Mao is tired, he writes, and when he is tired, he wanders. I also have the same snow rose. When I am tired from work, I write, and when I am tired, I go to work. In short, the long-term working outside the working class, the living treatment is wandering. Of course, I also hope to become the second San Mao in China.

Live, no matter how sad or happy. Writing is the joy of life. No matter how life is, I insist on the same as San Mao, using ordinary strokes to record the extraordinary in life. Perhaps this persistence was originally synonymous with extraordinary. Perhaps, to the old, ordinary women become extraordinary writers.

Destiny tricks people, sometimes they use whatever means. Perhaps, in everyone's heart, there is a sad corner hidden in it, hiding an unspeakable secret room. These are the other shores that others cannot reach. I remembered the scene of San Mao’s death and the air was frozen. Sudden, cold, so cold. If you want to write, it seems to freeze in the ink.

A hurricane blew the sentiment of the year, and a song swayed the waves of the heart. Some roads in life, even if they are lonely again, are ultimately going to go alone. Even if you are lonely again, you must fall in your own space. Looking at the night, I swear by the pen, I must fight to be a "immortal bird" to pay homage to the tears of the idol writer in my heart!

"The dead bird is dead, San Mao is alive forever!" This is my deepest soul, the worship and reverence of San Mao's sister, and my voice and cry for myself. Even if one day in the future, I left my loved one because of illness. Even if one day in the future, I passed away because of my age. I believe that I will be as happy as Sanmao. I believe even more, the dead bird is laughing and flying to heaven!