Chapter 41 Seventeen, this novel (1)

Although I have "children's skills", although I have long been completely accustomed to the ideological analysis of all spiritual phenomena, although I often criticize and self-criticize competently or diligently, literature, novels, and poems are for me and for you. , for everyone and future generations, it is not complete and should not be just the object of ideology and ideological analysis, it cannot just be a sounding board and an example of concepts. However, even I myself was somewhat confused about the difference between literature and work and reality at that time. The writing of novels fascinated me, making me think that it was not only fiction, but also full of so-called practical significance. This novel is dedicated to the governing bodies concerned.

In fact, this should be my joy and emotion, my sadness and loss, my small and very personalized reverie and topic.It is the same as the farewell at Taiyuan Railway Station, the same as the clang of the wheels while sitting on the train through thousands of mountains and rivers, the same as the satisfaction and dizziness during the journey, this should be a taste of life, an inexplicable joy and loss.This should be the self-confidence and (absurd) innocence of my youth, love and regret, hesitation and dedication, pride and lingering: just like my joining the party and first love, even if it is right at the first meeting, it is always the same-it is still Huang Hejiu Qu, turmoil.

is my poem.Lu Wenfu kept saying that Wang Meng was first and foremost a poet.There may be a hint in his words that he thinks I'm not very good at storytelling the material.However, for many years, the most important impulse to write came from plucking my poetic strings.It is written in the novel: What falls from the sky looks like rain and snow, this is poetry.The tricycle driver said no money, this is poetry. (In fact, there is no such thing, but once I took three rounds to the district committee, the driver did express his respect and support for the district committee.) Communicating with old comrades, this is poetry.Seeing Zhao Huiwen, this is even more poetry.Eating water chestnuts is poetry.Eating wontons is poetry.Heavy rain is still poetry.Ode to Sophora Blossoms is a poem.The sudden appearance of the peddler shouting "croquettes in the pot" is also poetry.Liu Houming, a writer of children's literature, noticed the yelling of croquettes, sighed for a long time, and said that he felt Wang Meng's characteristics from "croquettes in the pot".Perhaps it should be: poetic and ordinary, entering the world and leaving the world, small and big, vulgar and detached, existence and non-existence, pride and humility, spiritual world and human world...

At least, this is not a novel that goes straight to the point. Later, when I was being criticized, a small leader criticized that there were many unnecessary descriptions in "Group". For example, after Lin Zhen had a long talk with Zhao Huiwen, he mentioned The text for changes in broadcast programs is superfluous.What can I say? It is also a youth novel, which is in the same line as "Long Live Youth".Youth is full of singing and self-confidence, but also full of confusion and distress.Youth is always self-righteous and sometimes aggressive.Youth devotes itself to politics, and youth also burns emotions.Youth has the courage to fight, but youth is also full of inferiority complex and helplessness.Youth is bound to grow, and growth will face the melancholy of losing youth.Literature is the concern for youth, the retention of life and memory, of life and the past, the delay of growth, or at least the falsehood in the virtual world.It is the rejection of aging, at least the slow progress of the life course, at least to sing long live youth, grow old and of course become proficient.As the same young man, the author has 24 sympathies for Lin Zhen. As a cadre, as a member of the Communist Party who is already in power, if it is in work, life, the author can only regard Lin Zhen as a child, helpless, but he is always there. Take a deep breath to hide your tears.Lin Zhen said that the party is the heart, and there should be no dust in the heart, so the party's organs should not have defects.joke!Such naivety or childishness, such sheer nonsense is meaningless, and the author may not have understood it when he wrote it.However, this is a wish, and it is also our aesthetic fantasy, the aesthetic object.Things that lack a sense of reality in life may be more charming in aesthetics.We are kind, we are naive, and our wishes often cannot be realized, and because they cannot be realized, they must be written in novels.isn't it?Can't things that cannot be written in medical records, medical certificates, regulations, operating procedures, instruction manuals, and laws be written in novels?

mine!It is my other set of symbols that should be called Xinyu.It is my love letter to all those I love and those who love me.It's my message.One day, without me, the message is still there, and the thought of it has already brought tears to my eyes.It's a song I hum.It is a confession in my drunkenness.It is the wish I make when I light a lamp, when I see green grass sprouting or mountain peaches blooming.It is a little flower that I dedicate to life.It is my comfort to myself, to youth, and to the life that I often have for unsatisfactory things.It is also a kind of gratitude for the great era, the great new China, the great opportunities and the great world, for the earth and rivers and mountains, for the sun, moon and stars, for all things and life. .It's my question mark, exclamation point and comma.Only a young man who thinks he is the favored one of heaven, a selected talent pampered by history, and a Communist Party member with youthful spirit can have such confessions, such poems, such frankness of heart, such heart whispers, or hard-hearted words. Scalp it out: this kind of literature is coquettish.

That's why Chairman Mao said that the author has literary talent.Of course it was Chairman Mao, he could tell at a glance.On the other hand, some people on the other side of the ocean included this work in "Bitter Fruit" (published by London Thames Press in 1958, with the subtitle "The Uprising of Intellectuals Behind the Iron Curtain") in which ideology is in command. At that time, in the excitement of anti-communism, I still didn’t forget to say: Wang Meng’s novels have a different style—a different style.It is different.Compare that year with Wang, who was often mentioned at the same time as another writer who published the influential "exposing the dark side" feature, and his black and white, zero-sum mode, extreme opposition, a difference of one thought and everything will be fine Compared with the trial and judgment of life, or even compared with Ovechkin and Dugintsev in the Soviet Union, how different is the little Wang Meng.