Living like this, human beings will naturally be depressed, sigh and sing. The laborer sings about his business, the hungry sings about his food, emotions move in the middle, and actions in words become literature. Literature is not utilitarian, it is so natural. When my heart is full, I will unconsciously pick up the pen in my hand and express my heart freely, which is a kind of carefree. The text at this time may not be called literature, but it is definitely the most authentic and essential literary form.
I suddenly realized that the concept of Chinese major in this literature is clearly defined in literary theory textbooks. However, seeing the increasing prosperity of online literature, all kinds of books and so-called fast food culture are constantly appearing in the market, we have to re-examine this concept.
When I was immersed in some famous books, I was washed by my thoughts again and again. At that time, the integration of experience and wisdom was a display of language and literary talent and a spiritual feast.
Literature grows out of its soil with its primitive power, and it is integrated into the blood of all ethnic groups. Every culture has its own views, its own life, its own wishes and feelings, and its own death.
Many writers spend their lives writing. They dip their pens in blood and tears, talk to the soul, and constantly analyze the ideology of themselves and even the whole human society. Because of weakness, it is profound, because of devotion, it is immortal, because of selflessness, it is true. Literature is literature, and it is real literature.
In this fast utilitarian impetuous society, keep a pious heart and keep calm in the real literary world, so the world becomes calm and rich, the soul is sublimated, the head is lifted and the heart is satisfied!
Literary Prose 2 in My Heart The first time I met Mr. Jia Pingwa's former residence was in 20xx, when I just took over as the company manager, because I was invited by Shenzhen Company to visit BYD Company in Shangluo, Shaanxi Province. After three times, I was lucky enough to visit Mr. Jia's former residence, Dihua.
It was when I was studying in the Chinese Department, and Jia Lao's Qin Opera, Ancient Furnace and Waste Capital were wildly circulated in major bookstores in China. Because he is naturally fond of literature, he admires Jia Lao. He can win the Mao Dun Literature Prize. Unconsciously, I fell in love with Young Woman Next Door and Impetuousness, and Shangluo Fengdan became the most sacred literary place in my heart. I remember that it was September 20xx, and I went to Shaanxi to learn about American Literature edited by Jia Pingwa. Because I have always liked literature, I went out to inspect in Shangluo during the day and discussed the company's facilities and work with the board of directors. I was very happy at night. I didn't go out to socialize, so I wrote articles. I tried to e-mail my diary Autumn written in space to the American editorial office on September 13, but I didn't expect to receive a reply within a week, and my Autumn can be published. A friend who is a teacher in Shangluo College called to congratulate me. That afternoon, he and I drove to Danjiang, and the sunset was slanting, and we saw the phosphorescence and the clarity of the river. It was beautiful. I can't help thinking of Tian Jiwen's "Land of Family" in Shangluo. I am full of thoughts and sighs. Mr. Moon Hee has always been taciturn and withdrawn, but his love for literature and emotional writing deeply impressed me with his infinite love and yearning for life. That time, because it was getting dark, I didn't go to Dihua.
The second time I went to Feng Dan, I got in touch with the talented Feng Dancai and Bai Qun through my friends at Shangluo Railway Station. But because Bai Qun was very busy, I once again passed Dihua and became a regret after I came back. Dihua has become the yearning in my heart. Whenever all is silent, I read Jia Lao's "Shaanxi Opera" and feel that "Qingfeng Street" is still vivid in my mind. I have seen many pictures about Dihua, and there is always an emotional impulse. In Xi 'an, I watched Nan Mu's documentaries about Shaanxi Opera, Ancient Furnace and Wasted Capital. Qingfeng Street is such a temptation to me in my youth, and my yearning is getting stronger and stronger. As a literary lover, I have been reading Jia Lao's words. I always feel sorry not to go to Dihua. I have been looking for opportunities to interpret Dihua.
I've been looking through my circle of literary and artistic friends in clothing enterprises, and I want to know Jia Lao. I'd rather see Jia Lao in his former residence.
On the afternoon of 20 10/0/0/6, I heard from a friend that Jia Lao might go back to his former residence tomorrow. I was very excited and drove from Xi 'an's clothing textile city. I have no mind to see the scenery in Wangchuan, but concentrate on driving. Without the temperature at noon in the afternoon, the whole autumn in Qinling becomes cooler and cooler. The ridges along the way are all golden and beautiful, with red maple everywhere, winding mountains and continuous autumn frost. The car shuttled through Shangluo Mountain, just like walking into the golden world.
I decided to visit Yuan Zhou, a poet, first. I want to see Bai Qun, a beautiful talented woman. Along the way, I didn't listen to the housekeeper's nagging. I just drive fast with youthful passion. All the literary talents on the bus know that Yuanzhou's home is in an alley not far from the station. As soon as we arrived at the door of Yuanzhou poet's house, we saw an inscription by Mr. Li Jiemin on the door: Shangshan lived in seclusion. Three floors, a small yard, there is a peach tree in the yard, leaving only bare branches. There are several pots of flowers and plants in the yard, which are placed along the steps. The yard is comfortable, quiet, clean and elegant. I briefly introduced myself through the business card handed over by my friend. I said I gave him trouble. The poet said with a smile that all the people who can come are friends, so they don't care so much. I was very moved to hear that. Writing is a very strange thing, and many times it can shorten the distance between people at once.
That evening, in the name of literary lovers, I invited everyone to the most famous farmhouse not far from the county seat for dinner. There are many people eating, and the farmer's business is also very busy. The car stopped and several tables were shouting and frolicking. Eating and drinking, I heard Shangluo intellectuals talking about people and things in Feng Dan literary circle. Speaking of their deep love for Jia Lao culture, I have added infinite respect to Mr. Jia Pingwa in my heart.
In the evening, Bai Qun, a talented woman, took our group to Guan Feng. The night view of Guan Feng is breathtaking and charming. Climbing the stone steps, a group of us climbed Guanfeng Mountain with steep steps. At night, Guanfeng Mountain is decorated with tens of thousands of colorful lights, just like the Milky Way starry sky, which brings the special charm and mystery of Shangluo Mountain City to literati. There was an endless stream of people on the steps. The moon is round and the night is hazy. Standing on the crisp autumn sky in September, I enjoy the night view of Feng Dan, which makes me feel that other mountains are a bit like dwarfs appearing under the sky ... across from Yamakaji, the dim starlight shines, giving me more reverie and thinking about Feng Dan caves, just like distant dreams in literature. At the foot of the mountain, cars pass by from time to time. The lights of coloured glaze add strength and vitality to the mountain city. It is the Shanghai-Shaanxi Expressway. According to Bai Qun, it was built less than five years ago, and it runs through the east and west, bringing Feng Dan closer to the outside world. I was absorbed in enjoying the beautiful night scene when suddenly a long bell rang and a train passed by our feet, whistling with a brisk rhythm. People who can clearly see the train window under the light are running in the dark. A high-speed, a railway, two dynamic worlds, parallel to the two banks of Danfeng County, show the rhythm of the times, and let us see the changes of Feng Dan with rich historical background in the development of the times. More and more like the roadside advertising language of Shangluo people; Synchronization is in progress, synchronization is in progress. The unique mountain situation in Guan Feng makes mangosteen all over the mountain grow along the stone steps. There is a square on the mountainside, with a wait-and-see pavilion, stone tables and benches, and a spring waterfall. In the quiet night, watching people coming and going, talking and laughing; Look at the Danjiang River at the foot of the mountain, a river with clear water will be sent to Beijing, and willows on both sides will be graceful. The Chinese character "the first drift in the northwest" flashes in the light, and the two sides are brightly lit, flickering. Mountains are surrounded by water, and water nourishes mountains. This is a hot land. It is a beautiful place at the southern foot of the Qinling Mountains. Living here breeds infinite youth and beauty.
No wonder hundreds of scholars such as Li Bai, Bai Juyi, Yuan Zhen, Liu Zongyuan, Han Yu, Du Mu, Li Shangyin, Wang Yucheng, Wang, Fang Chenghua, etc. all described Shangluo wonderfully.
That night, my housekeeper and I stayed at Feng Dan Hotel in Shangluo. I was very tired from driving. I drank two glasses of Feng Dan wine in the evening, which is a famous specialty of Feng Danlong's residence. I slept soundly and sank.
The next morning, my friend, a literary expert, came early and called me. Jia Lao said he wouldn't come back today. He told Jia Lao what I wanted to see, and Jia Lao asked him to accompany me to Dihua today. I'm sorry to have taken up his time, but his enthusiasm for his friends exceeded my expectation. In my early twenties, I was so valued by these intellectuals that I was moved to cry. Later, Mr. Bai Qun took us to eat the local famous "mutton soup and steamed buns". After dinner, we discussed going directly to Dihua. From the west of Danfeng County, we drove three cars along the 3 12 National Road into the fork of Dihua Street, where there was an irregularly shaped boulder engraved with the inscription of Mr. Jia Pingwa's hometown Dihua, with the words "Dihua" written on it and the following words: the first town of Qintou, Chuwei.
On Dihua Street, the first thing that caught your eye was Mr. Jia Pingwa's inscription for Dihua Middle School, which read "Excellent Life, Successful Work". These words should be cast in copper. The wall is estimated to be four meters high and about ten meters long. In the sun, it is resplendent and dazzling. These two sentences are written for Dihua junior high school. I feel that they are also written by Pingwa to myself and to everyone in the world. The continuous progress and transformation of society, the change of people's values and the temptation of money and material make people more and more impetuous. "Being an excellent person and doing things successfully" is an outlook on life that society is eager to advocate. Perhaps, in these decades, Mr. Pingwa proved to the world with his words and deeds, and let him step by step to success in the ups and downs. "Be an excellent person and do things successfully" is magnificent and vigorous. I feel that Mr. Pingwa's calligraphy is very serious, very attentive, very emotional and contains deep affection for his hometown. I think; This is perhaps the best of his calligraphy. Like a real "person" admired by the world!
I really got to know Mr. Jia in 20 12 at the Southland Scholarship Festival in Guangzhou. As a cultural person in the clothing industry, I also went. I was a little surprised: this man who claimed to be "the ugliest man in Chang 'an" actually has thick eyes and clear outline, which is as good-looking as his handwriting. He doesn't have the slightest shelf, and he doesn't have the lofty of secular literati. I had the first face-to-face conversation with Jia Lao through Mr. Yu. It is very pleasant to listen to his hearty voice of coarse ore unique to the northwest, like a spring breeze. I feel that he is not only an easy-going writer, but also an instant friend. Jia Lao laughed at himself and said that he was "very rustic, and his clothes and manners were also rustic." "But communicating with him, I deeply feel that his heart is modern and admirable. Jia Lao's thinking and insight into the loneliness and tragedy of life makes people feel so delicate. I used to read his books all the time, but when I really got in touch with them, I was speechless because I read a hundred books. We discussed Jia Lao's famous work "The Waste Capital" together. He answered several of my questions very carefully. Jia Lao is unsmiling, but never perfunctory. When we talked about San Mao, Mr. Jia Pingwa was obviously surprised and talked a little more. Jia Lao said to me after telling my story: San Mao, that is a very special woman. I said that I was in Australia recently and saw foreign literature and art. I also mentioned San Mao and you. He suddenly looks very happy. For more than an hour, we talked a lot about literature. Jia Lao's voice is not high, and he uses Shaanxi dialect. I was very excited at that time, and my admired Jia Lao was in front of me. I always like to read Jia Lao's profound philosophical words in front of me. That feeling is very special.
After a pleasant chat for an hour, I said goodbye to Jia Lao because of the company. Jia Lao asked me, what do you think of reading so many books? I smiled and said sincerely; I like Jia Lao's prose language very much, which is full of vitality and change, meaningful charm, implicit language, implicit image and full of interest. This is the characteristic of Jia Lao's prose in my heart.
I feel that poetry in Jia Lao's prose novels is the blood and soul of art, and prose and poetry are sisters of literature. As the Soviet writer Ba Pustov said, "True prose is full of poetry, just like an apple with juice."
I like the poetry in Jia Pingwa's prose, because I like romance, which is the life of all prose poems!