Chapter 32 Thirteen. Artistic life (3)

In order to buy tickets for "Uncle Vanya", I spared no time in queuing.I also wrote a letter to the editor of the theater live program of the Central People's Broadcasting Station, requesting it to be broadcast.I got a letter back telling me when it was going to be broadcast, but it didn't go on at that time, and I don't know why. What surpasses everything is Fadeyev's "Youth Guard". He can write the souls of a generation of young people in a socialist worker-peasant country. It is never dogmatic, old-fashioned, or congenial. Rich and the most progressive, revolutionary and correct.Throughout the ages, no one has ever written such a spiritual world.The pure and deep Oleg, the lily-like Ulia, the wild and brave Qiu Lenin, and especially Liu Ba who is as hot as a flower... The country with such young people can only be the Soviet Union, the country created by Lenin and Stalin.

Without socialism, without the October Revolution, without the Communist Party of the Soviet Union and the international communist movement, even fantasies could not conceive of such a beautiful spiritual world. I believe that literature enhances life, literature makes men heroic and women beautiful, literature makes life colorful and heroic in battle, literature enriches thoughts, deepens emotions and makes words and years charming, literature makes heaven and earth, moon and stars, birds And beasts, flowers and grass, make gold, wood, water, fire and earth full of life.Both literature and revolution pursue dedication, perfection, holiness, love and eternity. What a glorious career literature is!

Conversely, I don’t understand why in some of our works, when we write cooperative characters, we only have cooperative characters in our minds, when we write characters who eliminate illiteracy, we only have literacy in our minds, and when we write characters who raise pigs, we only have pigs in our minds, and we give up human milk to pigs. eat.Why are our characters so single and dry? This is my luck as well as my misfortune. Literature and art are not only objects of aesthetics to me, but also a way of entertainment. When I accept them, my investment, excitement, and immersion make them my own. The value pursuit, value standard and value emotion of young life.Beauty, poetry, talent, affection, emotion, meditation, sublimation and eternity are not only the acceptance aesthetics of the young Wang Meng, but also become Wang Meng's quasi-religion: ideals, pursuits, the ultimate taste of living, life goals, life philosophy, value brilliance.I firmly believe in the political ideas of our socialist communism, because they are much more beautiful and poetic than capitalist feudalism.I like young people who like sincere people and gentle people, because they will be as devoted to art and sublimation of the spiritual world as I am.I don't feel comfortable with certain people, certain practices and certain words because they destroy the aura that paralyzes the art in my mind.Some things I am very passionate about because they arouse my poetic imagination.There are things I'm getting tired of and starting to dodge because it's so unromantically creative.Literature makes me love life and career even more, and I love friends who are like-minded with me. Literature makes me start to be cold until I am tired of the daily life that is too ordinary, too practical and too lacking in creativity and romance and risk.In the competition between literature and life, I often let literature win the championship-but this is a kind of childishness and superficiality that only knows one thing and does not know the other.The young Wang Meng has such a heart for art, and he can't get rid of Erlang's childishness and superficiality at that age, so he inevitably ruined himself.

Decades later, I read Maugham, a British writer. Using the French painter Gauguin as his model, he wrote about an Englishman living in France, a securities broker with a good job and a stable income, who suddenly fell in love with art in his prime .His wife was very sad and furious, to the effect that his wife believed that if she had an affair, her opponent was another woman, and it was entirely possible for her to defeat a similar person.However, once she indulges in art, her opponent is a kind of ideal, a kind of pursuit, a kind of madness, ten horses will not move him back, he is hopeless.His wife also commissioned her private detective to release the news that the husband ran away with a woman, because it would be much more normal and legitimate than leaving for art, and her face would be much better.