Chapter 43 Eighteen, long live youth (1)

Just when "Organization Department..." was published, my novel "Long Live Youth" was also finished. I wrote a preface to it: all the days, Come all the days, let me weave you... This is the main feeling, and writing is about weaving these wonderful days.Especially the days after 1949, like pictures and photos, like green leaves, like flower petals, like musical notes, like smiling faces and twinkling rainbows, these are the days of the first generation of young people in New China. The days of writing and weaving are happier. In the excitement of weaving, I realize that writing is the real spiritual enjoyment of life, and it is the peak of this enjoyment.

I don't play any instruments, yet my writing is really instrumental.When I wrote "Long Live Youth", I felt like I played a piano and led a small band, fluctuating rapidly and slowly, high and low noises, running water ding-dong, sounds of all voices, thunder and lightning, breeze and drizzle, high-spirited carnival, Inseparable.And writing "Group" is a violin, ascending to heaven and earth, twisting and dialing rapidly, echoing and looping, like weeping like complaining, like singing like poetry. I don't know performing arts, but my writing is like performing a drama on the stage. When I write about the mood and words of a character, I can't help but imitate the accent of that character silently or even aloud, muttering words, directing myself, Self-appreciation, self-judgment, sleepless nights.

I'm writing a novel, but my feeling is more like writing a poem, chanting and reciting, tears streaming down my face.I felt like I was singing a song again, high pitched into the clouds, low deep and moving, with many heart songs and lingering lingering sounds.I feel like I am performing gymnastics again, jumping and flipping, stretching and bending, pursuing posture and bodybuilding, pursuing enjoyment and precision. Indeed, for a beginner writer, the first novel is a more difficult project than the creation of the world, where is the light, where is the shadow, where is the person, where is the thing, where is the time, where is the space, how the seasons work, the tragedy Happiness alternates, life and death are seized, misfortunes and fortunes come and go, succession and success, laughter and tears, opportunities and catastrophes, all in my power.My power is too great. Castles in the air are all up to you. On the other hand, if there are fine seams in the sky, big rivers and small sands, you should prevent the loss of merit. If it turns into a tofu project, the responsibility is yours, and your fault is yours. Forgive me: I'm so tired, I'm exhausted.

Now, the world I created finally has a shape. I also have another experience, I don’t know if it’s a miracle or not, I believe that there will be no second person who thinks and says this in ancient and modern times. When I was writing "Long Live Youth" in the early 1950s, I especially felt that to write a novel requires a kind of quality similar to being a "leader": mind, realm, talent and means.The art of leadership and the art of fiction, as art, they have something in common.You need to take care of everything and take care of the overall situation.You can't take care of one thing and lose the other, and use it to be faint to make people clear.You need to know people and be good at assignments, and when you meet them, you can't put on a hat and wear it, and the prefect Qiao messes up the mandarin ducks.You need to have a well-thought-out plan and a certain demeanor, and you can't just mess around arbitrarily.At the same time, you have to deal with suddenness and accident, respond to convenience, be agile, eclectic, and have a stroke of genius from time to time.Sometimes you have to tell the truth and make the article fully and thoroughly, but at other times, you have to go to the end of other characters and other plots, be reserved and calm, cherish ink like gold, and leave room for it.Sometimes you are chasing after all the details, and sometimes you see flowers in the fog, the moon is hazy, and the birds are hazy.You have strategic and tactical considerations, long-term and short-term arrangements, do something and don't do it, write something and don't write it.Sometimes it is necessary to cut to the chase.Sometimes it is necessary to attack east and west, encircle Wei and save Zhao.Sometimes it is necessary to have a sudden change, it is not easy to get out of the unexpected, and to attack unprepared, sometimes it is to throw stones to ask the way, to shake the tiger across the mountain, and to lay the groundwork.Sometimes it is necessary to go head-to-head, fight head-on, and not avoid abruptness. Sometimes you want to take before you give, and you want to catch before you let go, and play tricks with readers.Sometimes you have to overcome difficulties and make breakthroughs, and sometimes you have to bypass hidden reefs, lift the weight as if it is light, draw the bottom of the pot, and save the day.To maintain a virtual and real collocation.Pay attention to the fast and slow rhythm.It is necessary to balance the image of cleverness and clumsiness.To maintain a deep and simple look and feel.Sometimes it is necessary to be original and meticulous, and sometimes it is necessary to leverage strength, the intention is self-evident: the highest skill is no skill, enter the realm of transformation, make art more ordinary and ordinary, and make the means subordinate to the true feelings, There is no skill in the avenue, and there is no plan for great wisdom.From time to time, seize the opportunity, tamp it down, make it invincible, expand the results of the battle, extend the field, and go up to the poor and down to the underworld.Sometimes the net is turned aside, poor bandits don't chase after, the lingering sound lingers, no one is seen at the end of the song, and there are many peaks and blues on the river.Sometimes knocking on the sidelines, leading but not sending.Sometimes violent storms, ambushes on all sides.You can't procrastinate and grab your eyebrows and beard.If you are not ashamed to ask, everything is connected, black and white, red and green come together.You have to maintain a little figure, cherish the feathers, and smile when you see the flowers.You need to always pay attention to the flow of the clouds and the flowing water, the way is natural, reasonable and reasonable, and you can't force others to make it difficult for you.You must have goodwill and understanding for your subordinates and characters, and you cannot reject people thousands of miles away, and you cannot turn them into caricatures and facial makeup.Sometimes it can be said to be able to discern the details, see the details, and see through the eyes like X-ray B-ultrasound CT.Sometimes it has to be big and big, laugh it off, turn a blind eye and close one eye-the tolerance is moderate, and the paste and mud are mixed.You have to combine work and rest, and the density is appropriate, and you can't just work overtime and fight tiredly.You have to be careful and let go, you can take a shot and pull it back, you have to respect your characters, you can't do it for yourself... and so on.I simply doubt how a person who has never been a leader or organized work can organize a novel.