Chapter 142 Du Pengcheng: Burning Fire

Of all human misfortunes, the worst to bear is the grief caused by death, especially for someone you knew and respected. I don't want to see Du Pengcheng without breath.I hope that he will always be a burning fire in my memory, a philosopher who examines the world with a stern look, and a majestic narrative poet. It is impossible for Lao Du's value to be reflected in some kind of ceremony.The huge content he has formed in half a century requires a detailed interpretation of the history of a generation and even the future. Among the writers of his time, Du Pengcheng is one of the few warriors who dare to step into the "no man's land" and dare to set up his own mark on the wasteland of literature.He is the Spartacus of our industry.All this is first reflected in his epic.This book made him famous and brought him endless disasters.And isn't the disaster that belongs to giants another kind of medal?

Du Pengcheng was born in a poor peasant family.He walked into the storm of life and war almost with his bare hands.Before long, he had two weapons, a gun and a pen. The gun fights against hostile forces, while the pen mainly fights itself.For him, the latter type of combat was more difficult.From the creative process, we can see how ruthless he has fought with himself.In the future, this book first honored him and then made him live in humiliation.The title of the great book "Taiping Years" that has never been completed in the future fully makes us realize that the writer has entered the grand realm of thought and art, but he passed away before this grand project was completed.As he said at the end, it was a "tragedy".

During the more than 20 years of getting along with him, his people's nature and his self-torture great labor spirit have strongly influenced me.I have thought about him silently and studied him silently.Now, I also silently thank him.In terms of creative temperament and working attitude, I have many similarities with him.When he was seriously ill in his later years, every time I saw him, I couldn't help thinking about my future.I felt that his present condition was a reflection of my future.This is the natural result of working hard in youth and adulthood.However, for a certain kind of person, once he devotes himself to a certain cause, he will not consider the price he pays.This is a sacrifice that will never be regretted.

Du Pengcheng is far away from us, but his busy figure as a laborer will always appear before our eyes.For such a person who has done his best all his life, we now sincerely say to him: rest in peace!sincere from the heart We often talk about the so-called charm of art, that is to say, why our works can touch other people's hearts! In my opinion, to achieve this goal, the most important thing is that the writer has a sincere attitude towards life, art and readers.Otherwise, any rhetoric and flower renovation will be in vain.Please believe that any false voice in the work can be heard by the readers' ears.Sick moans do not deceive tears, only ironic smiles; and decorating a barren garden with plastic flowers to show its prosperity is worse than having nothing at all.Yes, artistic labor, this work of fiction, actually tolerates hypocrisy the most.We praise, we curse, all should come from the sincerity of our hearts.sincere!That is to say, we will never lose the feeling of an ordinary person, so that everything we say can resonate with countless hearts.

what do you need? Being a contemporary writer is fortunate, because our creative world is undoubtedly much wider than that of writers of past generations.But at the same time, our job is more difficult because we face a more complex society that is undergoing tremendous change.A profound and powerful reflection of the life of our time requires contemporary writers to have a more advanced level of thought and understanding, a broader life horizon and profound artistic accomplishment.Therefore, we must first struggle with our own shallowness. In this sense, we need not only enthusiastic encouragement, but also serious literary criticism.Either vulgar praise or crude criticism of writers and their works—it is these two harmful methods that have consistently hindered the development of our country's literature and art.We should get rid of this long-standing bad habit and gradually become more mature.Without losing the feeling of ordinary workers

When I get a kind of social honor, I always feel ashamed in my heart.At such times, what appeared before my eyes were the plain mountains and rivers of the Loess Plateau in the west of the motherland, the reclaimed and uncultivated land, and the elders and brothers bent over the land... It is the barren and nutritious land and the The honest and wise people raised me.Without them, there would be no me, let alone my works. They are the greatest men, and no laurels of honor can be crowned too much for them.However, they have never asked for these, but obscurity, eternal labor and creation. Because of this, I feel deeply ashamed in front of the honor.

Because of this, I can't help but think deeply in this shame. Yes, as the son of a working people, no matter at any time, you should never lose the feeling of being an ordinary worker.Life is created by the working people, and only by becoming one of them can one's labor be worth something.History tells us with countless facts: no one will succeed without the land and people. Writing novels is also a kind of labor, not much nobler than farmers farming the land. It still needs the sincere and simple quality of the laborers and the spirit of hard work.To warmly embrace the earth and life together with the laborers, the works and the characters in the works may have the blood of life, otherwise it is possible to create some wax figures, although they are beautiful, they are dead after all.

The struggle of the working people, their pain and joy, happiness and misfortune, success and failure, contradictions and conflicts, future and destiny, should always be the focus of the writer's attention, not caring about the lives of the working people, but blindly hiding in their own Mumbling to himself in Xiaotiandi, the result can only disappoint the readers and himself. Both life and art are developing. As far as I am concerned, whether it is in understanding life or expressing life, I feel more and more incompetent.But I have learned one of the most valuable qualities from the working people, that is: regardless of whether there is a harvest, or the size of the harvest, never stop the hard work on the land; labor.I would like to treat my labor with the same attitude as them.I have spent many failed days and nights, and created ruins of words one after another, but I am still willing to cultivate in these ruins.I believe in such a famous saying: people can lose people, but land will not lose people.

This beam of faint refraction—the life described in the work "In Difficult Days" has left us for more than 20 years. This is a life that has been forgotten by some adults and is unknown to most children today.It can also be said to have become history.From a certain current point of view, such a subject matter may not be "new". But I still finished writing this past story with tears in my eyes. In contemporary real life, we often see such a phenomenon: the increase of material wealth, but the decline of people's spiritual realm and moral level; exist in large quantities.Of course, there are many objective reasons for this phenomenon.If we cannot overcome this unfortunate phenomenon on a society-wide scale, it will be difficult for us to accomplish all worthy missions.

Whenever I think of these things, I can't help but remember my life in three difficult years. At that time, although people were in an extremely difficult situation, they showed a spirit of tenaciously overcoming difficulties in their lives; they showed noble and glorious moral strength. Therefore, writing about this past life is not purely telling a "historical story", but trying to use a kind of refraction to project our real life. This beam of refraction may be too weak, but I still want it to shine.I would like to let those younger friends know a little about life in that era; I think it will do them no harm anyway.I didn't shy away from the unfortunate circumstances of living in poverty in those days.Of course, it is impossible (and I am not prepared to do so) to summarize the complex political reasons for this period of life in such a small work.I think that for novels, it is important to use artistic techniques to truly express life. As long as this is done, readers will naturally gain cognitive value in the process of aesthetic appreciation.

What this work shows is a story in a small world of life in that era.The life and emotional experiences of the protagonists in the works are also what I have experienced myself.However, I was still young at that time, and I had just come to Shanggao Elementary School in the county town with a roll of tattered luggage on my back.In view of this situation, I can't have a broader understanding and deeper understanding of the whole picture of social life at that time, and now I can only try to write to such a degree. I therefore look eagerly to a writer older and more mature than myself who will represent, on a wider scale and with greater depth, this extraordinary period of life in our country's modern history.