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扇子扇凉风,扇夏不扇冬。若要问我借,要过八月中。这首扇子的歌谣,我已经遗忘了很久了。如果不是妈妈又在我孩子的床头,摇着扇子,轻轻吟唱,我几乎都要忘记扇子曾经是我们生活中的必需品——不仅仅是在夏季而已。摇着蒲扇弄堂夜话或者还偶有一见,那么扇着煤球炉,看着火苗渐渐旺起的人家,已经几乎不可见。扇子被电扇、空调逐渐替代,我们的身体越来越娇气,受不得一点阳光,出不起一点点汗。扇子和我们渐行渐远,最终,我见到扇子最多的地方,居然是在拍卖行。中国人爱用扇子,一把扇子,况味不同。对文人,风流蕴籍,交错酬唱;对市井,蒲扇招风,自在惬意;对闺阁,娇憨可人;对女子,恐秋扇见捐。一把扇子,是不同人生的写照,摇曳的是心境的明灭。“人生若只如初见,何事秋风悲画扇。”扇子是道具,然而又远不止是道具。床头外婆摇着的蔑扇,是童年里沉酣的梦境;练习手中开闭的折扇,是少年憧憬着的潇洒侠义;夕阳下摇着大葵扇盼子孙归来,是温润了岁月的平静安宁。扇子,以各种形式,陪伴着我们简单的岁月,我们用扇子扇风解暑,我们用扇子驱蚊扑蝶,我们用扇子传情说谊,我们用扇子点缀岁月。
Fan fan breeze, fan summer fan does not fan. To ask me to borrow, to be in mid-August. The first folk song, I have forgotten for a long time. If it was not for my mom to be on my child’s bedside again, shake the fan and sing softly, I would almost forget that the fan was once a necessity in our life - not just in summer. Rocking Puxian alley night or occasionally saw a few, then the fan briquettes furnace, watching the flames flourishing people, almost no visible. Fans are fans, air conditioning gradually replaced, our body more and more fragile, subject to a little sunlight, can not afford a little sweat. The fan darted away from us, and finally, I saw the fan where the most, actually at the auction house. Chinese love to use fans, a fan, different flavors. On the literati, romantic Yun Ji, staggered reward; on the marketplace, Pu fan attracts the wind, comfortable; on the boudoir, charming and pleasant; A fan, is a portrayal of different life, swaying is the mood of the Ming out. “If life is only rudimentary, what autumn tragedy fan. ” Fans are props, but much more than the props. The scorching fan swinging on the bedside of a grandchild was a dream dreamed of in childhood; the folding fan that opened and closed in his hand was a chic chivalrous dream of juvenile dreams; Fans in various forms, accompanied by our simple years, we Fan fan summer heat, we use the mosquito repellent butterfly, we pass on the fan friendship, we use the fan embellishment years.