Chapter 2 It's not that I'm obsessed with desolation, it's that I'm at a loss

Modern novels are always full of gloom, unlike ancient novels which are full of desolation.Perhaps it is because the suffering and barren modern times are not far away from us today, so the sense of reality can be traced, and it is impossible to blur the deep pain that is still engraved in the bones of the Chinese people, let alone add romance that is too far away from reality. From my point of view, it seems that I am in a dangerous situation on the plateau, watching the ignorance and violence of a group of gold diggers, and the whole story is forced by a sense of suffocation-I know they will not dig gold, but I can't predict those who are bent over by desire Men, how far can the wrong road go.

Many years ago, I almost suffocated when I was reading a novel, but that book was famous——.I don't intend to compare it to others, as it seems like an attachment.It's just that when I face a sense of reading oppression again, this kind of deja vu feeling, only - both make a demonic wilderness barbarian the protagonist of the novel, the owner of the land is the slave of hatred, and the gold digger is the greedy one. Slaves to lust, both bow to irredeemable dissent. It's hard for me to say anything about this book.To be precise, all our talents, testimonies, and expressions are too weak to exist in the face of naked and bloody plots.

Without seeing the end of the novel, we cannot sort out our own thoughts. It is Yang Zhijun who sorted out the main soul of this wilderness novel for us in the book: Human beings are confused about too many things, and the most important thing is their own confusion. A female writer of literature and art once sighed to me that we in this era are so lacklustre that we can only perceive the spirit by pursuing the system, democracy, freedom and dead mystery, and that we can perceive the body only by living and changing sensuality. We have to go through such a tortuous path, which is the evidence that we are getting farther and farther away from ourselves.I retorted to her at that time and said, throwing you into nothing, you will know how hypocritical your complaints about today are.

When I read it, I stopped and thought, the ideas of that female writer and I are too naive, our ideas can only exist in the era of abundant food and clothing.It is obviously too narrow to use this to explore self-humanity. How hard it is to see yourself clearly.One of the meanings I think is to strip away everything we have: peace, freedom, system, warmth, and even humanity, let us stand on the sidelines and feel ashamed as a spectator, without these, would we be as greedy as these? Like a slave, like a wild beast, he will use all means for material things and disregard shame for carnal desires.

I think if you were a man driven by the poverty of that era, you were probably no different from them.No matter how well you do, you are nothing more than a brother of the barn, whose life is scattered and cowardly.What's more, he becomes Zhang Busan, unable to distinguish right from wrong, commits all kinds of evil, and ends up in a dark and gloomy life. And as a woman, I read this book with a sense of humiliation and compassion.All women are weak in front of men, all men are incompetent in front of nature, and all men will think of women weakly when they have nowhere to go. At the end of the novel, the men failed to pan for gold, and the women were buried here because of love.Those who survived by luck left the golden field with nothing in the end, becoming increasingly miserable, living with repentance and forgetting.

They often think of the woman who was so passionate and committed crimes. I think it is not a man's longing or love for a woman, but just a kind of comforting thought for Liao Ran in life. They often want to forget the sins of the past and return to peace. I don't think that is the awakening of men's kindness, but their hearts are too empty and need something positive to fill. Human beings are confused about too many things, the most important thing is their own confusion.They are always at a loss and don't know where to go. Perhaps, in a barbaric era of material poverty, it is too hypocritical to speak of humanity and self.Today, the barren era is the past tense, and many people don't have to be forced to survive and treat life savagely.Greed and confusion, as a disease that has not yet been cured, have been passed down from generation to generation.

That's why it's been a long time since I've read this kind of not-so-flavorful wilderness novel, but I can't get rid of it for a long time - only when I'm brought into the real wilderness, I know what is the bestiality of human body, what is the flower of mud, and what is powerless. , in order to get a kind of knowledge about life - only when it is gone, can we know what it is to be gone.Only when it is gone, do you know what it means to have. It is not a novel that is fragrant and hot, nor is it a novel that tears the eyes.It's heavy, it's cloudy, it sends shivers down your spine.I welcome the return of this kind of wilderness novels, you know, they are not obsessed with desolation, but I am at a loss, waiting for a long time to explain it.