Chapter 12 Chapter 5 Postscript 2: Leap towards the rivers and lakes

I decided to write it after arriving in Hubei. I rented a house next to the East Lake, and my friend asked someone to write a picture for me, and asked me what to write.I blurted it out, and just wrote the word "jianghu".I said that the river is the Yangtze River and the lake is the East Lake, which also means that the rivers and lakes are far away.I am going to write an article titled "Towards the rivers and lakes, take a leap". The article is not written yet, but this is written. At first, it was an impulse to subvert, no matter life or art.I want to give my life a certain impact, and in the middle of my life, bring myself another kind of shock.

Before I started writing, I hesitated whether to write it as a traditional notebook novel, like that.But I always feel that the refinement of words, the selection of life, and the play and modification of characters in literati's notebook novels are very different from what I want to express.All in all, from pen and ink tastes to world views, literati's notebook novels will hurt real life and full sensibility to varying degrees. But a living thing, like a wild plant, is vigorous and tenacious. It joints itself and grows according to its own appearance. No one can prune it.In the narrative, you have to change from excessive initiative to restrained passivity, integrate your own freedom with the freedom of others, and copy the carnival of others to obtain your own carnival.And carnival spirit is exactly what I dreamed of.

Such a book, I would like to call it a documentary novel. It changed me partly.Now I don't like the sense of superiority, whether in art or in life; I also don't like reserve, whether in literature or among people. Tortuous psychology, obscure images, extreme emotions, crazy expressions, sharp edges, hoarse shouts, they decorate some people's dreams.But others, many more, are in the real world.In the long-term daily life, most people are those trees and flowers that grow randomly, they are boundless, facing dust and exhaust gas, in polluted water and sandstorms. These fragments are both our body and our soul.

September 28, 2004, Lunar Mid-Autumn Festival