Chapter 41 Literary talk

French Venet said: "Literature includes all written works, as long as they can be synthesized, the author's life appears before others." I think his definition of literature in this paragraph is more accurate and accurate than others'. thoughtful. An imperial calendar or a poster, if others read it and don't know who wrote it, it is naturally not considered literature.A book on mathematics or chemistry cannot be recognized by a mathematician or chemist at a glance, nor can it be called literature.An epitaph or a birthday essay is full of false praises and coquettish sighs; a private school or a literary lesson stipulated in a school, rich in the country and strong in the army, plagiarized from east to west, with extravagant rhetoric, but without any personality, no matter how it is written. No matter how rigorous and elegant the rhetoric is, we dare not admit that it is literature.

Plagiarized words do not express themselves; forcedly fabricated words also do not express themselves, because he uses other people's ideas as his brain and uses other people's arguments as his arguments.It's like a parrot talking or a gramophone singing.Even if the voice is very loud and clear, the rhyme is very melodious.Have we heard it, and have we felt the slightest about the parrot and the phonograph itself?I imitated Du Fu's poems, copied Korean, even copied the whole passage, and the imitation was lifelike, but it was just a representation of Du Fu and Han Yu, so there is no self in it!

Whether it is a long novel or a short one, with thousands of words or a few words, reading it from the beginning to the end can make the author who has never met appear in front of the readers.His talent, nature, and outlook on life can all be inferred from experience.Moreover, they both cause illusions in people's chests, and this author is absolutely different from that author.Only such works can be called literature, and only such authors can be called writers! Literature that "can express itself" is creative, individual, natural, inhumane, full of special emotions and fun, laughter and tears in the soul.Among them are the author's own inheritance and environment, his own status and experience, and his own feelings and attitudes towards things, which cannot be changed in the slightest and cannot be borrowed. All in all, there is only one word "true" in this.Therefore, literature that can express itself is "true" literature.

"True" literature is what is in the heart, what is written in the pen, there is only "I" at this moment-or there is no "I" at all-there is no one before, no one to come, the universe, all things, except at that moment Apart from the impressions in my mind, no matter whether it is the past, present or future, they are all discarded and given away.Just listen to the current of thoughts here and now, free and unrestrained, flowing from the brain to the fingers, and falling from the fingers to the tip of the pen.Whether it's a smile or a deep sorrow.Scattered and scattered, draw on paper naturally.At this time, even if what is written is a fairy tale, crazy talk, without reason, or without thinking, it is already full of "truth".writer!Are you going to create "real" literature?Please try to show your personality and express yourself.Moonlight When Jun Rou and Shu Yuan woke up from their deep sleep, the sun had already filled the windows of the building.Wein didn't know when he got up, and sat alone with his knees hugged, staring at the lake and mountains under the morning glow.

Shuyuan nodded to Junrou, and Junrou smiled and sat up, reached out to take down a flute hanging on the wall, and picked Wein from the window.Wein turned his head and smiled and said, "So you guys are up too, what are you doing to surprise?" Shuyuan said, "We are all very tired, but you are energetic. You got up so early to see the scenery. What are you busy with today? On the first day, we had a ten-day stay anyway." Wayne walked in and said with a smile: "I have heard for a long time that the lakes and mountains here are so beautiful, but it happened that I arrived late yesterday, so I couldn't see them clearly in the shadows. , I was anxious, so I got up before dawn. ——This is really a good place to escape the heat.”

Junrou was leaning over to tie her shoelaces, and when she heard this, she raised her head and smiled, "How about it, can I be your place to tie?" Shuyuan looked at Wein puzzled.Wayne smiled and said, "Who knows!" At this time, the sound of playing the piano was heard downstairs.Wein looked at Qin'er leaning against the wall and said, "Shu Yuan, don't you say the strings are broken? Listen, the string seller is here." Shu Yuan said, "I haven't dressed yet, you Just take a walk, there is money in the long coat pocket hanging on the wall." Wein said, "No need, I have it here too." Then he went downstairs.

Standing up, Shuyuan asked, "I don't understand what you and Vin said about 'containment' just now." Jun Rou smiled and said, "This is his favorite sentence three years ago, when you I haven’t been a classmate with us yet. I accidentally remembered it today, and I was just joking. Because Wein had a very deep relationship with “nature” since he was a child. He often said that suicide is the best way to solve life’s problems, and his classmates argued against him. He said: “The suicide I’m talking about is not the suicide of ordinary people who are sad about the past, nor the suicide of despairing about the future. It is suicide that reconciles me with nature.' Everyone asked him what is suicide reconciled with nature? He said: 'Since we have life, we know that the result will be death. The day there is life, there is death. Of course, we cannot choose the day and place of our birth, but we have the authority to deal with it. For example, I love "nature" very much. If one day I am placed in a place with extremely beautiful natural scenery Places where the mind is overwhelmed by the sense of beauty, and when you reach the state of forgetting yourself and nature, then you may have to break yourself and reconcile with nature. This method is what ordinary people call suicide.” Everyone laughed and said: “There are many famous mountains and scenic spots in the world. , why don’t you take a pistol and go there and kill yourself.” He said seriously: “I definitely don’t regard such suicide as suicide. At that moment, I felt unstoppable, and I broke myself unexpectedly.——I dare not say that this is how I ended up, but it seems that this is the only way to end me.'Suicide is extraordinary Do you act? If you don't break yourself, you can't reconcile with 'nature'? Does he mean right? Needless to say, you just think that this kid is special or not?" Shuyuan listened and said, "I didn't hear him say that. I’ve said it. I think it’s just a whim in his youth, and it’ll be fine in the future, don’t remind him.” Just as he was speaking, Wein took the strings and walked upstairs.As they put on the strings, they talked about other things.

Wei Yin is very quiet, while Shu Yuan and Jun Rou are very active. Although they are both traveling in the mountains and rivers, they are not often in the same place.But when Wanliang came back, they would report to each other about the day's progress. There was a small table lined up next to it, and Wein and Junrou were sitting opposite each other.But Shuyuan stood by the porch and waited for the moon.The cool wind blows the fragrance of flowers and the sound of the lake waves, and the sky is already so dark that there are no people on the opposite side.Leaning on the table with his head supported on one hand, and slightly knocking on the edge of the table with the other hand, Wein said for a long time: "Jun Rou! I feel in a trance these two days, and I really want to leave this place, otherwise the stimulation in my brain will be too deep , I'm afraid it's coming to an end..." Jun Rou smiled and said, "Stop talking nonsense, you are a practical man, what are you talking about before!" At this time, Shu Yuan looked up and said: "Today is Eighteenth, it’s strange that Yue’er has only come up for a long time.” When Wein stood up and looked, he saw a bright light in the heart of the lake, he wandered for a long time, and finally got off the porch and walked out.

Junrou and Shuyuan were still sitting by the side talking and ignored him. He was the only one sitting on the embankment, and the moon gradually turned up.The flowers by the lake are piled up like white clouds one after another. On the thick green grass, there is a winding white stone path.In the shadow of the mountain, there are faintly lit towers hidden.Roubo lingers, and there is no fish at this time, only the moonlight covers him. "The moon! It shines brightly, occupying the center of the consciousness of people who look at the moon in the world. It has been like this for eternity, and it will be like this for eternity.——It is covered by clouds for an instant, and it is full at zero o'clock. It is missing. Countless people in the world rejoice for it, worry about it, and lament because of it.—Does it know the admiration and exclamation of the world?

Does it care about its own brilliance?What feelings does it have in its heart? ...But what is it thinking in its heart!It is from itself, and the world is from the world.Because the world is troubled and chaotic, it is lofty and uplifting, and it never pays attention to admiration and admiration.Oh people, you are so crazy! "Where's the lake water? Countless people, facing the stream and taking pictures, told it all their joys and sorrows, asking it to lead the ups and downs. Although it was quiet and silent, listening to their songs and crying, how could the mirror-like water surface Leave a shadow behind. Sorrows and joys, rise and fall, just troubles and chaos, it has heard these words thousands of times. The vortex lingers, and only smiles back slightly. The world, you are so insane !

"Where are the mountains? Standing majestically. Where are the trees? Where are the whirling dances. Where are the flowers? They are blooming brightly. Where are the clouds? What about overlapping curls. The world is from the world, and they are from them.People in the world want to be sad and happy because of it, but in fact, they have never paid attention to it!Just stand, dance, open, roll up.Oh people, you are so crazy! "'Nature' is only like this forever. What about the world? Time flies by. Decades of sojourn, endless sorrow and pain, boring and boring. The universe is good, put some human beings for no reason. , Wisdom, Stupidity, Labor, Ease, Suffering, Pleasure, Man-made, Unnatural, have disturbed the universe. Now, reconcile with it. ——O crazy people of the world! 'Natural' doesn't accept you anymore! "Anyway, they don't care. But it is splendid and majestic in itself, it has soaked you, it has moved your heart, and you can't help it. You have to reconcile with it, there is only one way, unless It's - I broke the troubled and chaotic self!" At this time, Wein was full of emotions, and his soul was soaring. He only felt that the sky on earth was bright. White robes fluttering in the distance, Jun Rou and Shu Yuan held Xiao'er and Qin'er in their arms, talking and laughing as they came down from the mountain and walked into the woods. ——Wein couldn't help smiling in horror, knowing that the end was near. "Poor me, I'm already drowsy like a dream, how can I resist this rush--" The higher the moon is, the cold wind blows your hands cold.Junrou hugged Qin'er without moving, staring at the lake.But Shuyuan was still playing the flute, nodding and urging him to play along. Jun Rou suddenly pointed and said, "Is that Wein who was sitting by the dike just now?" Shu Yuan also stood up and said, "When I went down the mountain, I seemed to see him sitting there." Jun Rou couldn't wait for him to finish speaking. , then ran out of the woods as if flying, and Shu Yuan quickly followed. Jun Rou stood by the embankment and said: "I saw a person sitting here, then stood up and wandered for a long time, and disappeared with the sound of water. If it was someone else, he might have left. If Wein... the conversation he had with me just now was really unstable! " Shuyuan looked down at the water and said: "There is no movement in the water, so don't worry, I will go up the mountain to have a look. " Then he turned and ran away. At this time, Lin Qingyue was dark - he had already restrained himself, sad and anxious, why did he care about it.People of the world, you are so crazy! until the 21st. )