Chapter 3 preface does not sing elegy

There are many kinds of people in this world. Some people like to reminisce about the past, some people like to look forward to the future, but some people think that the old times are not necessarily good times, and the future is not something anyone can predict. "Now" is the most real, so we must take good care of it.It's not that this kind of person has nothing worth remembering, but they usually don't want to think about it. The past is like smoke, old dreams are hard to find, what is lost has been lost, what has been done wrong has been done wrong, a person should have learned from it, why bother to think about it?What's the use of thinking again?

But whenever good friends get together soon, when the wine in Yingzun gradually disappears from the bottle, and the youthful pride gradually rises from the belly, they will inevitably bring up some past events, some of which will make people feel happy just thinking about them The crazy past, everything is worthy of their exaggeration. They will never think about things that make people sad, disappointed and painful.They always hope that they can have better luck for themselves, and now I can still see many very old friends from time to time.I knew them long before I learned how to drink. Drinking is undoubtedly a very pleasant thing, but getting drunk is another thing entirely.After you get drunk, when you wake up the next day, you are usually not in Yangliuan, nor is there a dawn and a waning moon.When you wake up after getting drunk, you usually just feel like your head is five or six times bigger than normal, and it hurts like hell, especially when you're drunk for the first time.I have had this experience.

At that time, I was studying in Tamkang. In Tamsui, a few classmates suddenly proposed to drink, so everyone tried to "find" a few bottles of wine and came back.There were about five or six people, and they found seven or eight bottles of wine, Chinese wine, foreign wine, red dew wine, ebony wine, old rice wine, a lot of miscellaneous wine, and bought some duck heads, chicken feet, peanuts, Dried tofu, first create a little happiness, and hope that others will be equally happy. I drank it in a small shabby house that a classmate who lived in Danshui rented for 120 yuan a month. When he was almost drunk, he moved to the breakwater by the seaside of Danshui.It's not the willow bank, it's the breakwater.There was no moon that day, only stars—stars.

Everyone is carrying the bottle, lying on the cold concrete embankment, lying under the shining starlight, listening to the sea breeze blowing the waves, listening to the sea waves lapping the embankment, you pass the bottle to him, he takes a sip, and he passes the bottle to you. Give it to me, I'll take a sip, and after another round of drinking, everyone will start a competition to fart, whoever can't fart will be fined a big gulp. It is by no means easy to let farts out at any time. There is only one person who has this "stunt skill", and he lets go as soon as he says, and there is absolutely no messy situation.So he farted like hell and we had to drink like hell.Everyone drank like hell that day, so the next day was miserable as hell.But when I think about it now, I don’t even have the uncomfortable feeling at all. The joy and friendship, the sea waves and the stars that night, seem to have been engraved in my heart by "Xiao Li"'s "flying knife", so deeply engraved so deep.

Unsatisfactory things often happen, there are enough sufferings in life, why bother?I understand the thoughts and feelings of this kind of person very well, because I am this kind of person.What I am going to say now, whenever I think about it, I feel as if I came home through the wind and snow on a severe winter night at minus eight degrees, took off my cold and wet clothes, and got into the A hot blanket. Friends and wine are good old. I also understand this sentence very well. I like friends, I like to drink, and I drink a glass of 80-year-old brandy with an old friend of more than 20 years. Who can describe the feeling?It is a pity that in this modern society, such opportunities have become smaller and smaller.

The more advanced the society, the more developed the transportation, the world is close at hand, and the old friends who are still toasting with you at your home tonight may be far away tomorrow. Of course I am not the famous actor who suddenly changed his name from "Golden Boy" to "Gu Long" after it was released.But I also acted. Of course, what I acted in was not a movie but a drama. I have acted three times. Of course, the drama I performed in the student theater troupe when I was a student was nothing special.But the three directors involved in the three dramas were really amazing, and every director was amazing. ——Li Xing, Ding Yi, Bai Jingrui, do you think they are amazing?

So I often like to brag that I was included in the first film directed by these three great directors. In this case, how can I not blow this cowhide?I don't think I can blow it. The first time I acted was in the attached middle school. At that time, I was a student in Class 36 of the Junior High School Attached to the Teachers College. Mr. Li Xing was our training team leader and he was still in love with his current wife. It has long been known that they will grow old together and be married forever. The role I played that time was called "Golden Baby", and I was an idiot. After I played it, everyone thought that I really looked like an idiot.

They still feel that way until now. I have it myself. The role I played in the second acting was not much better than the first time. That time I played a little Taibao, a little Taibao who was spoiled by his parents.At that time, I was reading "Success" and went to Fuxinggang for training, the first summer combat culture training organized by the Youth National Salvation Corps.Our conductor teacher is Mr. Ding Yi.Now I still see Mr. Ding Yi often.There are two things about his face that I will never forget. ——A pair of deep myopia glasses and a gentle smile. I can't forget Fuxinggang either.

What a beautiful Fuxinggang, what a beautiful evening. Of course, Fuxinggang is not only beautiful at dusk.Morning, evening, morning, noon, afternoon, every time of day is equally beautiful. When I get up in the morning, I fold the army blanket into a neat piece of dried tofu, eat two large steamed buns of white flour that people who are on a diet can’t even touch, and then start raising the flag, doing morning exercises, and going to class. For lunch, eat at least twice as much as usual at home. In the afternoon rehearsal, everyone was very serious, and every moment of every day was serious and happy.

But what I can't forget the most is the dusk, the dusk of Fuxinggang. "At dusk, your words are beautiful, turned into songs." There is a girl who is a little older than me, with a pair of small eyes, a small nose, and a small mouth. At dusk, she always likes to sing this song. She sings and I listen. Just finished class, just took a shower, just washed off the stinky sweat, the heat of the summer has just passed, the gorgeous sunset has just risen, the cool wind has just blown from the distant mountains, and the wind still carries wood The fragrance of leaves.I accompanied her on the small road to Fuxinggang, and I listened to her singing, singing softly.What she sang was not a song, she sang an event that people will never forget.Thinking about it now, it seems like it was seventy or eighty centuries ago, but it seems like it was yesterday.

Until now, I still don't know what kind of feelings I had for her at that time, I only know that we were both happy at that time, we had no purpose or requirement when we were together, we didn't do anything, sometimes Not even a word. But we both know each other is very happy.The play lasted for three days, and after the curtain ended on the last day, everyone in the audience dispersed, and those on stage also dispersed. We come from different schools and different places. We have lived together for five weeks. Now the show is over. We are lying on the stage in a row, facing the rows of empty seats below the stage. Just a moment ago, it was such a lively place here, but suddenly the music has come to an end, and we all have to divide our things. ——My friends who were lying on the stage with me that night, how did you feel at that time? At that time, we may not even know how we felt in our hearts, but since we parted that night, everyone seems to have grown up a lot suddenly. The third time I acted was in "Success". Our training team leader was Mr. Zhao Gang, but the acting director was invited from outside the school, and he is the current "Mr. Qi" Xiaobai. Mr. Bai Jingrui not only directed my plays, but also taught me how to draw. The painting is a small vase and a big apple. The final whereabouts of the vase is unknown. The only thing that is certain is that the apple was never eaten, because that It is made of wax and cannot be eaten. Until now, I still call Mr. Bai "teacher", which shows that there is no generation gap between us.When I wrote my first martial arts novel, he worked as a reporter for the Zili Evening News and lived in the home of Mr. Li Jinghong, who often couldn’t return because he was late. At that time, I lived in a small room in a dilapidated building behind him. When this martial arts novel had just written 20,000 to 30,000 words, he suddenly visited late at night, so he became my first reader as a matter of course. Two years ago he suddenly started reading my book again, and it has been eighteen years since then. For a writer of martial arts novels, as long as there is one such reader, he should feel very happy. Before I wrote martial arts novels, like Ni Kuang and other martial arts authors, I was also a fan of martial arts novels, and I also read them from Xiaorenshu. "Little People's Books" are comic strips, about the same size as my current audiocassettes. Each book has about a hundred pages, and a set has about 20 to 30 books. , Zhao Sandao, Chen Guangyi, Qian Xiaofo, until now I still have a vivid impression when I think about it.Chen Guangyi likes to draw funny stories, starting with a chicken flying out of the cage, and then painting chickens flying, eggs beating, dogs barking, people jumping, bowls breaking, soup spilling, we children almost burst out laughing. Qian Xiaofo specialize in paintings to warn the world, talking about karma and persuading people to do good.Zhao Hongben and Zhao Sandao's paintings are authentic martial arts. Zhan Zhao and Ouyang Chun in the painting, and Zheng Zhengyin's creations of Eagle Claw King and Flying Dao Tan Wu, seem to have become real people in their works.At that time, it would be incredible if there were not a few such comic books in the schoolbags of elementary school students. But the primary school students have grown up before they know it, and comic books can no longer satisfy us. The idols we worship have shifted from Zhao Hongben to Zheng Zhengyin, Zhu Zhenmu, Bai Yu, Wang Dulu and Huanzhu Louzhu. Among the authors of martial arts novels at that time , the most popular among ordinary people is probably these five.Then there is Jin Yong. Jin Yong's novels are precise in structure and concise in writing, which melt and transform from Chinese characters and Western literature into another new form and new style.If I had 18 novels by Jin Yong at hand, I would never be able to fall asleep after reading only 17 and a half.So I started writing too.The most original motivation that caused me to write martial arts novels was not any high-sounding reason, but to make money for food. I was only eighteen or nineteen years old at the time, and the first novel I wrote was called .It was a broken book, broken and incomplete, because I didn't take it seriously at the time. If even the writers don't value their own work, who else will value it? After ten years of writing, I gradually began to have some new concepts and new understandings of martial arts novels, because until then, I could not get in touch with its inner spirit.A manly man who "does what he has to do", a will and fighting spirit that will never yield, and a determination that will never turn back. A fighting spirit of "Though there are tens of thousands of people, I will go". These spirits can only make people cheer up and strive for strength, they will never make people decadent and depressed, and make people want to commit suicide after reading it. So I also began to change, and began to face up to the type of novels I wrote, and hoped that others would have a correct view on it. Martial arts novels are also a kind of novels, they can exist till now, of course they have the value of their existence. In recent years, overseas scholars have gradually begun to acknowledge its existence, and have gradually begun to have a more fair and objective criticism of its textual structure and the conflict of human nature in it. In the past two years, readers in Taiwan have gradually changed their views on it. This is of course the result of the joint efforts of martial arts novel authors.However, the criticism of martial arts novels is not completely without reason. Some of them are too absurd plots, too old-fashioned stories, too deified characters, too loose structures, and too rash writing styles, all of which we should improve place. In order for martial arts novels to gain their due status, we need all of us to work together. From "Farewell Hook", it has been a long and arduous process. An eighteen or nine-year-old boy has learned valuable lessons from many painful experiences. But now that I think about it, it's all worth it, no matter how much it costs. Because we have grown through suffering. As long as a person can live, it is a happy thing, let alone continue to grow. So every lesson we get is equally worthy of our cherishment.Can make people cheer up, self-improvement. If a person can often think in this way, how can he have memories that make him sad, disappointed, painful and regretful? Cologne 67, 6, 21 nights