Chapter 20 heart, there is a storehouse

In my free time, when I read some novels I wrote several years ago, I often feel novelty and strangeness: Did I write it?And the passion and impulse I had when I wrote them seem to have been forgotten.Of course, after reading carefully, some characters, some scenes, some details, some feelings are familiar after all, and they are clearly derived from my own heart. They are a part of my heart. The way from the past to today?The road of this life is straight and ups and downs, and the heart can be sharpened and felt between the ups and downs, and only then can it be enriched a little bit.Broad, a little bit deep and thorough.In this way, little by little, our minds are like a huge warehouse, quietly storing experiences and experiences related to "high and low".experience.Awareness, and from the shallower to the deeper.Extract spiritual wealth from the outside to the inside.I vaguely feel that whenever I have inspiration to spur me to write hard, the warehouse of this soul will suddenly open the door, allowing me to search for it as much as I want.Collect things that are useful for writing.

During this "searching", I browsed the reserves in my heart, sometimes excited, sometimes emotional, sometimes sad and sometimes melancholy.Turning these complex feelings into words and then printing them into lead type, the door of the "warehouse" is temporarily closed, and those feelings that have been replaced by words are abdicated to the corner of the "warehouse" with interest, making room for them. New experience, experience.experience, awareness.I still remember that when I wrote my first novel "A Kiss for the Century", the most important part of the preparatory work was to "clear the warehouse", to thoroughly check the accumulation in my heart, the past and the present, because, The characters I need to portray not only include their individual encounters, but also summarize the history of a generation.The road, without using the fullest accumulation, is not enough to form the momentum of the novel, and it is not enough to write the historical depth of the characters.In the postscript of the completed novel, I wrote: "This novel is almost the crystallization of half my life. Life. Creation pauses here." The word "pause" is very accurate. Empty, the things stored in the warehouse of the heart seem to have been completely removed and exhausted, and the heart has become an empty space again.

And how much capacity and how deep this warehouse of the soul has is impossible to measure.I only know that the heart, like the universe, can hold infinite things. Gradually, I cherish this warehouse in my heart more and more. It is something priceless, bought with my life.Therefore, I began to collect unconsciously to actively and consciously collect, so that the warehouse in my heart is always inexhaustible and inexhaustible.And no matter what luck or misfortune you have experienced.Prosperity or setback, wishful thinking or disappointment.Success or failure, I thought they would all be useful things, and they had to be treasured in the warehouse of the heart, well preserved, so that the warehouse would continue to be enriched.Constantly open up.Constantly deep.Because the world is so rich, life is so open, people and people.Heart and heart can be intertwined with such deep feelings, even those misfortunes, pains, setbacks, disappointments, and failures will become knowledge and understanding—if the heart is kind, cheerful, clear, and down-to-earth, then it will be Can dissolve everything, accept everything.

Therefore, I treat every drop of feeling from life as a pearl and put it in the warehouse of my heart.I think this is the real wealth of my life.