Chapter 45 Reading Notes Immortal "Wild Grass"

Immortal--Read Lu Xun I started reading Mr. Lu Xun when I was fourteen or fifteen years old, and I have been reading it until today.Looking back at the hazy excitement back then, there were many unsolved mysteries hidden there.Perhaps it is the shudderingly beautiful yet somewhat unfamiliar artistic conception formed by the Chinese characters I am familiar with, which arouses the desire of the young heart.As time goes by, I am still reading, and the feeling is obviously deepening year by year, and this deepening has led to a revolutionary innovation.Everything that existed in the haze has finally formed a structure.

There is no doubt that Mr. Lu Xun is a great literary genius.These short essays were written almost eighty years ago, and even today, they are still esoteric and advanced works.It is no wonder that Mr. was so lonely and lacked communication and response during his lifetime.After repeatedly figuring out Mr. Lu Xun's words, I feel more deeply the essence of "cannibalism" in traditional culture.Giants will never let go of geniuses, and the fight is especially fierce. This is the root of "no trees, only wild grasses", and some traces are inevitably left in the works.However, although the shadow of "Writing to Convey Tao" in a few chapters obscures the light of literature itself, it is still a milestone in Chinese literature as a whole.It is the first ray of dawn in the millennium darkness, and it is the first literature in the sense of "anthropology" born in this country.At the same time, the consciousness of literature and art was born.This small collection is a miracle (many readers have vaguely felt this), without this miracle, the entire modern Chinese literature would have dropped a notch; It has its own representative in the ranks of first-class pure literature.It is a pity that our own people do not fully understand our art, and this common misunderstanding is greater in this country than anywhere else.Looking back at the Chinese people's evaluation of Mr. Lu Xun's art in the past few decades, I even think that if it is not because of the incompleteness of Mr.'s character, if it is not for the deep poison of traditional culture that he can only retain the pathetic in his creation. Compromise, I am afraid that by today, his literature and art have been forgotten by the people.It's a queer thing, but the dramatic truth is just so brutal.

As I write this, I feel like I'm finally able to enter the real kingdom.What kind of kingdom is that?Do you have the courage to gaze at those visionary landscapes created by the devil in the abyss?Among Chinese artists, Mr. Lu Xun is the only one (even if subconsciously) who dared to uncover the secret of the inner mechanism of the human heart, and tried his best to break through.In an era when the real new literature has not yet been produced, and his peers are still immersed in superficial romantic emotions, Mr. Lu Xun felt that there was a "ghost" in his heart with the intuition of an artist.And because he could not tolerate the slightest false nature, and because of the call of the devil in his heart, he started this journey of the soul mixed with gloomy and magnificent, determined to reveal the original scenery-the scenery of the hometown of human truth in the struggle of suicide.Using one's own knife, doing experiments, and taking the initiative to realize the experience of life in the desperate situation of death, this kind of heterogeneous writing completely violates the traditional literary habits; and the written works are destined to be distorted.

polar dance In the slag of the century, in the glacier where all living beings die, the soul, if it is to put into practice the movement of separation, the core of the soul must store a huge amount of energy capable of performing miracles.For that dross, that glacier, is the shell of the soul. This is dead fire.It has a fiery shape, but it is unshakable. The whole body is frozen, like a coral branch; there is solidified black smoke at the tip, which is suspected to have just come out of the fire house, so it is scorched.Lu Xun:, 34 pages, People's Literature Publishing House, 1999. The soul core in the rational suppression mechanism in the heart, the rebel who is unwilling to give up, presents the beauty of noble dignity in the eternal ice cage.However, this specially-made cage is not for display, but to promote outbreaks.The cage belongs to humans, and explorers will eventually reach this pole.Therefore, the art worker "I" activated the dead fire with unremitting exploration, and the art performance took place-in this glacier that wiped out all desires for life, the red comet drew a beautiful arc in the blue sky.

The performance of the polar region shows the infinite endurance and unstoppable explosive power of the soul at the same time.This is also a performance in which the artist imprisoned himself in the death glacier for immortality. Similar depictions of dead flames also include the image of snow. However, after the snowflakes in Shuofang fly, they will always be like powder, like sand, and they will never stick together... Under the sunny sky, when the whirlwind comes, they will fly vigorously, shining brilliantly in the sun, like a flame wrapped in flames. The fog, whirling and rising, fills space, makes space spin and rise and shimmer. , 20 p.

This shocking cold passion, this hard dance from the millennium glaciers is a symbol of immortality. "Revenge (Part 1)" freezes the dance as an eternal shape.That is the experience of life that is reached only at the critical point of death. So there was only a vast wilderness left, and the two of them stood naked in it, holding sharp knives, standing dryly; with the eyes of a dead man, admiring the dry and bloodless slaughter of people on this road, and immersed in life forever In the flying acme of great joy. , 11 pages. Just as the thousand-year-old fossils give people a thrilling imagination of life, the confrontational, dry naked figures demonstrate the meaning of life with their superb and persistent static performances.The ultimate experience is to be persistent until death and never look aside.It is true that its internal strength comes from the hot blood spurting like an arrow, and from the great joy of life.If you stare carefully, you will find that what flows from the sharp knives in the hands of the two contradictory parties is infinite tension.Death backed off unconditionally.

Revenge is the revenge of the spirit against the flesh, for the unspeakable shame of one's own sins, and for the promotion of the flesh.This performance, this form is difficult to understand, but it is the foundation of human nature. For a more in-depth expression, the author wrote "Revenge (Part 2)". He would not drink the wine mingled with myrrh, to savor clearly how the Israelites had dealt with their Son of God, and more permanently pitied their future, yet hated their present. , 13 pages. Jesus who was crucified, he must soberly play with the pain in his performance, because he knows that only in this way can he rise to the realm of great joy and great compassion, and unite compassion and curse in the pain that penetrates to the heart. One.Why did God forsake him?It was out of deep trust in him, allowing him to perform freely on this boundless stage. "Blood and gore" awakens the sleeping soul, self-inflicted and self-inflicted humiliation allow human nature to be publicized.

In a country that is generally insensitive to spiritual things, Mr. Lu Xun was the first to describe the landscape of human self-epistemology starting from the artist's intuition.Not only are these landscapes not old, but they are becoming more and more prominent with the changes of the times, which shocks people's hearts, because they are the scenery that we have not seen for thousands of years. fission In "Report to a Certain Academy of Sciences", Kafka vividly described the tragic life-and-death struggle at the birth of human nature through the fantasy story of an ape turning into a man.However, in the East, there is a homogeneous writer, Lu Xun, who uses his short, flashy and indestructible articles to paint us another landscape of the birth of human nature.These two writers, the former is profound and the latter is poetic, using different cultural backgrounds to describe the truth of the same human nature.

... There was a wandering soul who turned into a long snake with poisonous fangs in its mouth.Don't bite people, bite yourself, and end up perishing... ...... Choose your heart to feed yourself, and want to know the true taste.The pain is intense, how can we know the original taste? ..., p. 41. This kind of "choosing one's heart and self-eating" to the self is an unprecedented creation.The author regards the contradictions of human nature as the foundation of art, firmly cuts in depth, and uses cruel self-examination to promote the fission of the soul.Because this fission is vital to the self in crisis.To write is to commune with the dead in the tomb.Constantly and resolutely denying "birth" and gnawing at the body with venomous teeth can maintain the vitality of the body.This process is described more spectacularly in the article "The Lost Good Hell".

The ghosts woke up in the cold oil and warm fire, saw the hell flower from the light of the devil, pale and pitiful, bewitched by the great, suddenly remembered the world, meditated for many years, and then turned to the world at the same time, and uttered a cry of anti-prison Scream. , pp. 38, 39. Hell is the abyss of the human heart, where the battle between the devil and "man" activates the mechanism of human nature.On the one hand is the dying struggle, on the other hand is the suppression with an iron fist. "Man's success" and "ghost's misfortune" combine to give birth to this beautiful poem.

Fission has become inevitable from the day I realize that I want to be a "person", especially a poetic person.In order for true creation to be possible, primordial desires must be severely sanctioned, spontaneous impulses channeled into rational mechanisms.The hell of desire is "increased, sharpened and sharpened", decadence disappears, and all violence is concentrated on one punishment.And the purpose of this punishment is the reproduction of the outbreak. It is not all unfortunate to be a poet, for his life is so condensed and full of passion, even if it is dark.As evidenced by this magnificent poem of hell.It is in the pain of being torn apart that the artistic conception of the poem is presented.Otherwise it can only be numbness and death.In the repeated contests of suppression and rebellion, the vitality of the devil can be brought into play, and the scorched mandala flower will be revived again. shape So, what does an artistic person look like?Mr. Lu Xun vividly portrayed the image of modern art workers and art pursuers in the article "Passing Passenger". Stumbling and walking in the world of roadless roads, passers-by who are "stuck and stubborn, with gloomy eyes", listen to the never-ending call in the abyss of the soul, risk their lives as a bet, and express human nature for the first time in the history of Chinese literature. The secrets of art and the true meaning of art are displayed in front of everyone.This depth, though brief, was a real revolution. Humanity is achieved through a radical stripping, creation with no retreat.Everything that exists in itself is resolutely rejected: For as long as I can remember, I've been alone.I don't know what my original name was.As I walked along, sometimes people called me casually, in various ways, and I can’t remember clearly, besides, I never heard the same name a second time. , 28 pages. There is only a process without a source; there is only a vague call without a clear destination; there is only an attachment to the present moment without any evidence to rely on.Of course, there is absolutely no pity for oneself, no sadness. The soft heart that once liked wild lilies and wild roses has become cold and hard now.But this kind of coldness and hardness is not the indifference caused by numbness, but the result of highly concentrated enthusiasm and attachment to one point.I have no time to look around, I can only fight to the death. If I have received a bounty from anyone, I shall prowl about like a vulture seeing a dead body, and wish her perdition, to be seen by myself; or curse the demise of all but her, even myself, should be cursed.But I don't have the power yet; even if I had the power, I wouldn't want her to be in such a situation..., p. 31. People don't deserve to be given alms, because they are too despicable; I don't deserve to be given alms, because I have no place to be ashamed.All self-pity and sadness are artificial, and the only thing people can do is to move forward with guilt, to the front of the grave or spiritual hometown, never give up, never stop.Of course, this process will not be so straightforward, but full of hesitation, hesitation, regret and pain.So I said: "Even if I have this power, I don't want her to be in such a situation." Isn't it because of the sympathy and pity for the weak that I became an explorer of human nature? The old man who knows everything does not guide, but uses layers of in-depth tests and metaphors to participate in the soul exploration of passers-by.This secretive old man, his ambiguous words aroused the impulse in the hearts of passers-by.This is similar to the role of reason in creation.Reason does not provide laws to be mastered, it only allows impulse to be freed by suggestion. The origin of art is indeed a certain kind of sympathy and compassion, which is man's awareness of himself as a "human being".Once this consciousness arises, it will have the power to overwhelm mountains and seas, and human nature will be exalted. "The Trembling of the Decadent Line" depicts this great process. The animal desire has trampled human nature like a desolate and decadent mother's body. The love, pain and humiliation of the past have long been forgotten, replaced by death-like indifference and resentment.Humanity faces an insurmountable chasm.However, human beings will not perish. The mother (the embodiment of human nature) walked into the wilderness, naked, like a stone elephant. She stood naked, like a stone elephant, in the middle of the wilderness, seeing all the past in an instant: hunger, pain, surprise, humiliation, joy, then trembling; suffering, wronged, tired, then convulsions; killing, So calm. ...and merged everything in an instant: nostalgia and renunciation, caress and revenge, nurturing and annihilation, blessing and curse..., page 45. The intercourse of art, the sublimation of love, the birth of the first word, the breaking of the first ray of light. When she uttered words without words, the whole body of her great stone elephant, yet desolate and decayed, trembled. , 45 pages. It is art, letting people know that human beings will still exist in this icehouse-like world, and will make the decadent body tremble and emit waves of strong light, "turbulently galloping in the boundless wilderness".And the "powerful lump of flesh covered with hair" that produced this light also gained a real new life in the light waves. No one has disclosed his self-contradiction so thoroughly as Mr. Lu Xun.Amidst the devastating destruction, a new artistic soul has quietly emerged. Let me end this post with a self-portrait of Mr. ...but the straightest and longest branches have silently pierced the strange and high sky like a subway, making the sky gleaming with ghostly eyes; piercing the full moon in the sky, making the moon turn pale with embarrassment. , 2 pages.