Chapter 162 speak prose

I have written many articles about "prose"! In 1959, I wrote an article "On Prose" in "Wen Wei Po", which was collected on page 193 of the fourth volume of "Bing Xin Anthology". To the effect that prose is my favorite form of literature... and also: China is a country with the most brilliant achievements in prose and the largest number of authors... and that the scope of prose is the widest: as in the ancient prose "Sacrifice to the Twelve Lang Wen" ", "Ode to Efang Palace", "Chen Qing Biao", "Front and Front Chibi Fu", "Humble Room Inscription", "Biography of Mr. Wuliu", "Yueyang Tower", "Ancient Battlefield Essays", "Speaking of Orange Sellers" ...Whether it is "wen", "fu", "ming", "biography", "ji" or "yan", they can all be classified as prose.

I also said: Prose is short and free, the most convenient and sharpest literary form that can be picked up and put down, and so on. I also boasted: Prose can be written as sonorous as poetry, as majestic as military songs, as vivid and tortuous as novels, as lively and sharp as dialogues in dramas, and when the author "God Comes", not only what he wrote The image of the author will be radiant, and the author's own style will also appear vividly on the paper. I said that if an article has a style, it must be that the author himself has strong and sincere feelings for the people, objects, situations, and scenes he describes, and what he can't help blurting out...is representative of his own emotions. Unique language...blah, blah.

I have written one or two hundred essays in my life, and most of them are thousand-character essays. Now that I pick up my anthology and look at it, I feel that most of them are "made"!Even the "On Prose" was "made", and all the words were empty praises, and I forgot to write it! But one of them made me dare not to read it lightly, it would shock me and make me cry, and it was the longest one among the prose I had ever written, about 15,000 words. This article is "Return to the South" collected in the third volume of "Bing Xin Anthology" and "dedicated to the mother's spirit in heaven"!

When I wrote "Return to the South", I only felt that I was describing pictures of very real people, objects, emotions and scenes that passed before my eyes.What I hold in my hand is not a pen, but a gun in the hand of a soldier, an oar in the hand of a boatman, and an ax in the hand of a woodcutter.And more than ten thousand fiery bullets from that gun, more than ten thousand icy sprays from under that oar, and more than ten thousand sharp branches cut from that axe, are all towards my face. The "heart" shoots, splashes, and stabs... making this longest prose of mine a text full of blood and tears flowing from my bloody heart that I dare not reread! Morning of February 18, 1989