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Solid Worldly Cocoon-Breaking Sound——Preface to Zhou Wannian's Novel "Fish Kite"

Source: Hubei Writers Network Published: 2019-10-30 Author: Handan

In the nineteenth century, there was no strict distinction between fiction and prose. Short stories can also be called prose, which has the context of prose. But to this day, no matter how cross-border, fiction or fiction, prose or prose, entry point and narrative style are still different.

Novels, multi-perspective expressions and presentations, butt and replacement of the soul; while prose tends to diverge and has a single vision. The truth of prose is different from that of fiction, so Kuprin traveled all over Russia to try various jobs and experience different lives, the purpose of which was to forget himself. He said: "I want to be a horse for a few days, a plant or a fish for a few days, or a woman for a few days, to taste the pain of childbirth; I want to experience the hearts of others and see with the eyes of everyone I meet The world. "This is also an essential quality of an outstanding novelist, playing various roles, walking between different characters, and not present, so the teacher Zhou Wannian is undoubtedly such an old drama bone, and a master of humanity, I admire the depth of human nature.

Knowing the secular but not the secular can write good novels, and I have always believed in it. Keep your eyes fresh to capture the beauty of life and the faintness of human nature. So novels are verses on tiles, all beings.

How do you understand novels? In my personal limited reading experience, I think it is nothing more than a solid mundane sound of cocoon breaking, with the help of a precious pearl jade spit out from the throat. Some excellent novels such as "Resurrection" and "Grezila" ran out of this kind of formula. It challenged a society, a stereotype and even a narrow self-consciousness.

Mr. Zhou's novel belongs to the late incense and has become more and more proficient recently. I like "Lao Yang and Yang Lao", "Father's Little History" and "Who Are You". Measuring the success of a novel is multiple, and I used to use two points, either interesting or able to impress me. The so-called "interesting" refers to the clever idea, the sufficient and profound aftertaste, that is, the artistry; and what can move the reader is the emotional power, deep awake and deep reflection. A text needs to withstand scrutiny, read it, and can still turn a few in your heart, which is a good work.

The title of "Lao Yang and Yang Lao" is quite artistic. It is absolutely the same when viewed from the front and the back. However, the amount of information hidden behind it is huge. Two veterans born and dying at the same time, one national army and one common army, one civilian and one high-ranking officer, one poor and one rich, one child was a civil servant, and one child was a laid-off worker. This is undoubtedly destined to be different in the degree of eating and wearing from the perspective of others. One was in a hospital corridor, one was in a high-dried ward; one was eating wild fish, one was eating a side dish; one was respected, and one was suffering from dizziness. One with a bowl of meat is considered to improve your life, and it's kaiyu; one that is greasy and afraid of high blood pressure is also an inevitable and natural result.

Mr. Zhou is good at controlling people's hearts, holding the dual keys of historical passwords and human relationship passwords. He is good at emotional fluctuations and psychological conflicts. The climax of the scene is also handled with ease. Putting the reader in the presence of us opened a frosty society door for us, the cold and warm of which is self-evident.

The author's language is brisk, clean, not ill, not saturated, and not high in color. Instead of being human, it is comfortable to read and has the effect of four or two pounds. We may have too much to say about this society. There are many resistances and disdains for old ideas and worldly hearts. Some people are suffering, some are angry, some are crying, some people are holding the body. Actually all the excessive manifestations are nostalgia for the carrion. Teacher Zhou Wannian resolved it when he talked and laughed, often with a sense of light comedy, but smiled and laughed, and he broke into tears and said nothing. Like the silent river, all the pain is flowing. Therefore, I appreciate the power of "holding a single feather and carrying everything with a little."

An writer must first learn to mend himself, full of blood, and no one wants to see it. He was not cured of his illness. Similarly, the soul tablets are too thick and too numb, it is difficult to be kind. Let's look at Turgenev, Chekhov, Prism, and Merimi. Their hearts are full of spring. They have the beauty and purity of the "first drop of water", and they are as generous as grassland. Every thawing sound we hear is the heat and energy they release from their exhaustion and personality. Once a person is rigid and clings to his own fief, it will be difficult to see another piece of green. If your eyes cannot be replaced by more eyes, you will not see a wider world. So the novel is not prose. It instills more than just individual strength. Your spirit is by no means a single spirit. It is a combination of many spirits and even the participation of readers. This is a chain of thinking, telling your own story, like Socrates, just a mental midwife.

Mr. Zhou Wannian possessed this silk-like perspective of language, and in a calm voice, wrote the turbulence and depth under the calm water.

"Who are you" is the one that touched me the most and shed tears. The author has his own ingenuity, designing the simple migrant worker image of the protagonist's gimmick. After work breaks, he crouches on the road and counts the number of cars. A little detail, I wrote all alone. The city does not belong to him. The streets, vehicles, and houses are fictional. A builder was just a scratch over the city. No one gave him a monument, and he couldn't ask for wages. However, in the novel, it has become an eternal sculpture, and the sword of loneliness penetrates people's hearts. Although literature can not replace his life, he can find dignity for it, thereby destroying the ice surrounding it, and softening people's hardened vision film.

Secular is a large, hard plate, and it is not easy to shatter it, and novels serve as such endorsements.

When the hoe was ridiculed and ridiculed by his coworkers, he chose to settle himself on the road; when the reinforced concrete could not bear his inner weight, he chose to accompany a parrot and talk to him in the cold moon residual star. This was his only high-end life, with a magnanimous spirit, not fashion, and he didn't have the capital. But this alone was later deprived. This novel solves the problem of a worker's mind. But where does the squeeze of the soul come from? There is no doubt that it is those lowly eyes around him, including his co-workers, the bottom of the rolling, and the seemingly hot ice layer of society. Maybe in life we have not had the chance to contact people like hoe, or we have turned a blind eye to them, and we are polite to say that we are all part of the ice grains. But in the article, we can hug his soul as much as possible, and touch his soft heart under his rough life. He is our sibling, neglected love.

This novel, I personally love it, writes about a city builder. The process of shrinking step by step, first is the wandering of the spirit, and then the loss of material. There is never even a chance to warm in a feather. There is no place for him to pick up dignity. The author writes in a calm and clear manner, but makes a sound, and will never forget after reading it.

"Father's Short History of Entrepreneurship" describes his father's life. My father's life was very economical and very affordable. There was nothing tall. It's about people, it's about history. The father's grass mustard pulses fluctuated with the passage of time, and his destiny was constructed from the turn of different times. His ideals are as simple as the endless rapeseeds in the Jianghan Plain. The author's brushwork is flexible, with the roots and authenticity of the soil. Such branches and leaves are not plastic. I believe that after several years, they are still fresh. In the real era, the ordinary life of ordinary people is reverentially restored in their hands.

The author is witty, and is good at diluting heavy, never sensational, nor red flags fluttering, read for use. One cent and three cents are his father's outlook on life and also the price of rice at that time. Behind the light life is intriguing sadness, which is also highlighted at the end of "Lao Yang and Yang Lao" and "Father's Day". The subject matter is also wide, from the lonely mayor to the flat people, including scholars, workers, rural cadres, collectors, poets and other groups, writing novels, is really society. The author is familiar with driving lightly, the sweaty bone sheaths inside, the corners and corners have been swept over, which shows the breadth of experience and the depth of thinking.

Unlike the above three articles, "Fish Kite" writes about love. Friends say that it ’s like "P Devonian Limestone" by Pap, that Anfissa died and Kolia, who had lung disease as thin as a candlestick behind her coffin. . The fools are simply obsessed, and the opposite is "fine". Only by being refined can we have a decent and so-called civilization. The last straw that crushed Wang Yao, perhaps the "civilization" that only survived, was by no means a stupid thing that Honger did.

That lane, called Yaocao Lane, used to be a rich man's district, but later fell into disappointment, still a little aristocratic. Yao Cao, Xian Cao means. The heroine, Wang Yao, Yao, Meiyu also, so Yaoyao is a beautiful white jade. Shi Yan, the former male protagonist and the master of the carp jumping dragon gate, arrived in Princeton, USA, and abandoned the beautiful jade piece of Wang Yao, not standing still like a rock. The fool Honger's life is not grand. He chases only the blue sky. He flies a kite every day and reads: Kite flying, kite flying. Everyone wants to fly, Honger's blue sky is blue sky, pure blue sky; others' blue sky is more straightforward, more expansive, and has broader image. Therefore, it is not difficult to see that the author was motivated when naming the characters of the novel, which is ironic and also has the shadow of "A Dream of Red Mansions". The title "Fish Kite" is itself a metaphor.

This is an elegy of love and a sequela of love. Wang Yao lost the college entrance exam twice, which can only be described as regret or loss. The wings of love are a fatal blow. But the two are connected. If you can also get the title, go to Princeton, and the two boats will run on the same water, they will not be separated, she thought. Therefore, under further stimulation, Wang Yao became a "literate lunatic". The year after her madness was a year of forgetting the world and neglecting the eyes of others, so she was carefree, flying kites with Honger every day, and flying all kinds of kites, but she never missed a fish kite and flew to heaven Go to Princeton to study. After recovering from her illness, she returned to reality and became a quiet and reserved girl who commutes to work peacefully every day. It wasn't until one day that Liu Hailiang, who was tangling with his big back, entangled him, said that Honger had crossed the boundaries of men and women, and only woke her up. Since then, her world has completely collapsed, this time it is not crazy, but death. Face is a very thin and heavy thing, something that the mind can't bear. A person's gains and losses are not important to the person himself, and how he lives can have fun. Her death was blamed on the eyes, the eyes of others, and the eyes of others on her own eyes, which can kill people.

This is a tragedy. The story itself is not new. It is nothing more than Chen Shimei. But it is not easy to write new and deep on old things, but the author did it. He was not obscured by the surface story. He simply groaned a few times, but dug out the root of the disease, and the carp jumped for thousands of years. Longmen is the chronic poison, so it is called "Fish Kite". People easily lose themselves and often cannot find themselves. I'm not me, I don't want me, this simple philosophy has been ignored for thousands of years. People attach more importance to the purity of the physical body than to the purity of the spirit; people pay attention to the eyes of others, more than the love and care for their eyes. Even at the expense of others' eyes, dirty, and left and right, this is a pathological sorrow! Wang Yao is the poisoner. So Amami is not the subject, but the heart is frozen.

The fish kite finally plunged into the water, and it is still a fish without wings. It cannot be separated from the simple water source, that is the blue sky it swims in.

The novel grows outward, it has to face the society and speak for the society, it is a process of breaking the world and regrouping. So it is a quagmire, and it is difficult to be noble. Noble can only be the writer's gaze, Shang Piao's Yu Wen. The "mediocre evil" is terrible. Literature is the part that picks up gold in "Facing the Autumn".

"Poetry of Shang" can also be called "Poem of Poetry". The whole journey from a poet to a businessman to a glorious decline should be the end of a bubble life. Structurally, the two lines, the emotion line and the money line, are intertwined in parallel. Emotional twists and turns, money in a parabolic motion, falling even worse.

This piece of poetry, written in snow and snow, is so beautiful. The novel is born out of the real picture: doing business in the sea, trading up and down, advertising, smuggling enclosures, an accurate reflection of the times, is also a thermometer barometer of the society at that time. At first, Ai Dai was a poor poet, and often stepped on Wen You's meal to eat and eat, sometimes walking down the grass and playing with women. Even so, Shu Tingting in a white skirt still loved him and paid for him. After Ai Dai failed in the sea, Shu Tingting's brilliant advertising company took him in. Later, Shu Tingting went to the United States negatively, and returned to cooperate with Ai Dai. Mentioning money twice in the text, the first time costing a few hundred yuan, was all the sincerity of a pure girl; after the east window incident, Tingting swept away tens of millions, started quite hard, and love interest was extremely expensive. It is not difficult to see that Shu Tingting has no shortage of thoughts from innocent to heavy makeup. Although Ai Dai is a flower, it is simple, and she has some sincerity towards Tingting. Life is like a joke, two people grow up against each other, and human nature is constantly twisted.

Ai Dai's image is more intriguing. The look of her appearance is captured by the author, and her psychology is precise. After all, people are vulgar. Under the baptism of money, the poems of Fenghuaxueyue are worthless, and their shallowness will be exposed. Therefore, the innocence of art needs to be tested; people also have to try their best from the scenes of rich and beautiful scenes. This is an epic of a merchant, and also a poet's ruined history. It wasn't just the building of money that collapsed, but also the funeral of pseudo-love and pseudo-literature. At the same time, there is the mirror of society. Through this broken mirror, we see the rapid decay of wealth. Only art and life are pure gold.

"Paper Basket" was written in officialdom, an anti-corruption theme, and a tense farce. How many peaks turn around, how many come to pass, how many are involuntarily, the subtle psychological changes, such as the inner struggle of walking on thin ice, are described vividly by the author; the kind of fake drama that is done, and the real drama and fake, are also described as three points. The "paper basket" is not an ordinary paper basket in the office, but a ditch, pond, or swamp beside the embankment. When the flood comes, it will cause high incidence of piping and breakwater. The author cut into nature, from the private visit of the vice governor Weifu, to come to participate in the backfill basket project. The whole mayor was moved immediately, and the mayors, county heads, and town heads below swiftly moved, and the grandness was no less than that of Yuanchun Province.

The author is well-thought-out, dispatching troops, and admitting that he is a master of chess. He is good at dealing with complex interpersonal relationships, twitching and breaking cocoons, and writes humorous and thrilling. It is really a process in which a rural cadre goes from clear to cloudy, from positive to evil, from cricket to numbness, from low to high, and finally falls. The more greedy the promotion, the faster and the more fake the credit, this is a social problem. The author writes corruption, not staying on exposing condemnation, but torture and analyze the internal texture it forms. The text seems to be careless, but it is old and hot, without groaning without illness, so it is a mystery, and it is suspected of selling skills. The real products are dry goods.

An author must be aware of life. Life is water. Leaving life to talk about skills is undoubtedly building a house in the desert. Prejudice is an embarrassment to stifle a novelist's artistic talent, and the superficial depth is an immature manifestation. A person who does not even understand life and the heart cannot see the twists and turns of his thoughts, nor does he possess the qualities of a novelist. Spiritual experience also needs to be based on life experience. It belongs to the scope and result of thinking. Digesting life is the only way for a writer.

People cannot live in a vacuum, time is flowing, and times are different, creating a brand new story. A friend once said: Genre, style too. Skills, fur, and the depth of cultivation, the broader the horizon. I thought so.

Foreword, the eyes of the book, the principle of good wind by force everyone understands. Finding someone who is more prestigious and capable than yourself is normal, but in addition to promoting the text, it is also easy to hype. As the former Gongbao boss and editor for more than 40 years, the executive chairman of Jingzhou Writers Association, the president of "Jingzhou Literature", and various old and famous writers, please make a celebrity easy. Moreover, every year a pen conference seminar, there are so many big coffees flying around in the air that you can't beat me as a little girl. The only explanation is that I am more familiar with the text, and I feel the original intention of the author, and I have no lack of sincerity.

Publishing a book is not a great achievement of an author, but a deep look back on one's own spirit, the cherishment of the source of words. For many years, Mr. Zhou has been engaged in the work of volunteers and human ladders. What is respectable is always the height of the mind and the width of life, and the simple emotions on his body.

I once said that Teacher Zhou was low-key. Teacher Zhou said, "Well, you can't say that, it's suspected." Teacher Zhou is indeed very humble, her age is getting older, her novels become more sophisticated, and she comes late. Humility is not bad, Pak said: Humility includes one's moral power and purity.

In the novel of Teacher Zhou Wannian, there is still a lot to say, due to the length of the article, the writing can only go so far. Bless the distinguished teacher, the true literary person and every clear and beautiful day.

  

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Solid Worldly Cocoon-Breaking Sound——Preface to Zhou Wannian's Novel "Fish Kite"

2019-10-30 16-16-36

In the nineteenth century, there was no strict distinction between fiction and prose. Short stories can also be called prose, which has the context of prose. But to this day, no matter how cross-border, fiction or fiction, prose or prose, entry point and narrative style are still different.

Novels, multi-perspective expressions and presentations, butt and replacement of the soul; while prose tends to diverge and has a single vision. The truth of prose is different from that of fiction, so Kuprin traveled all over Russia to try various jobs and experience different lives, the purpose of which was to forget himself. He said: "I want to be a horse for a few days, a plant or a fish for a few days, or a woman for a few days, to taste the pain of childbirth; I want to experience the hearts of others and see with the eyes of everyone I meet The world. "This is also an essential quality of an outstanding novelist, playing various roles, walking between different characters, and not present, so the teacher Zhou Wannian is undoubtedly such an old drama bone, and a master of humanity, I admire the depth of human nature.

Knowing the secular but not the secular can write good novels, and I have always believed in it. Keep your eyes fresh to capture the beauty of life and the faintness of human nature. So novels are verses on tiles, all beings.

How do you understand novels? In my personal limited reading experience, I think it is nothing more than a solid mundane sound of cocoon breaking, with the help of a precious pearl jade spit out from the throat. Some excellent novels such as "Resurrection" and "Grezila" ran out of this kind of formula. It challenged a society, a stereotype and even a narrow self-consciousness.

Mr. Zhou's novel belongs to the late incense and has become more and more proficient recently. I like "Lao Yang and Yang Lao", "Father's Little History" and "Who Are You". Measuring the success of a novel is multiple, and I used to use two points, either interesting or able to impress me. The so-called "interesting" refers to the clever idea, the sufficient and profound aftertaste, that is, the artistry; and what can move the reader is the emotional power, deep awake and deep reflection. A text needs to withstand scrutiny, read it, and can still turn a few in your heart, which is a good work.

The title of "Lao Yang and Yang Lao" is quite artistic. It is absolutely the same when viewed from the front and the back. However, the amount of information hidden behind it is huge. Two veterans born and dying at the same time, one national army and one common army, one civilian and one high-ranking officer, one poor and one rich, one child was a civil servant, and one child was a laid-off worker. This is undoubtedly destined to be different in the degree of eating and wearing from the perspective of others. One was in a hospital corridor, one was in a high-dried ward; one was eating wild fish, one was eating a side dish; one was respected, and one was suffering from dizziness. One with a bowl of meat is considered to improve your life, and it's kaiyu; one that is greasy and afraid of high blood pressure is also an inevitable and natural result.

Mr. Zhou is good at controlling people's hearts, holding the dual keys of historical passwords and human relationship passwords. He is good at emotional fluctuations and psychological conflicts. The climax of the scene is also handled with ease. Putting the reader in the presence of us opened a frosty society door for us, the cold and warm of which is self-evident.

The author's language is brisk, clean, not ill, not saturated, and not high in color. Instead of being human, it is comfortable to read and has the effect of four or two pounds. We may have too much to say about this society. There are many resistances and disdains for old ideas and worldly hearts. Some people are suffering, some are angry, some are crying, some people are holding the body. Actually all the excessive manifestations are nostalgia for the carrion. Teacher Zhou Wannian resolved it when he talked and laughed, often with a sense of light comedy, but smiled and laughed, and he broke into tears and said nothing. Like the silent river, all the pain is flowing. Therefore, I appreciate the power of "holding a single feather and carrying everything with a little."

An writer must first learn to mend himself, full of blood, and no one wants to see it. He was not cured of his illness. Similarly, the soul tablets are too thick and too numb, it is difficult to be kind. Let's look at Turgenev, Chekhov, Prism, and Merimi. Their hearts are full of spring. They have the beauty and purity of the "first drop of water", and they are as generous as grassland. Every thawing sound we hear is the heat and energy they release from their exhaustion and personality. Once a person is rigid and clings to his own fief, it will be difficult to see another piece of green. If your eyes cannot be replaced by more eyes, you will not see a wider world. So the novel is not prose. It instills more than just individual strength. Your spirit is by no means a single spirit. It is a combination of many spirits and even the participation of readers. This is a chain of thinking, telling your own story, like Socrates, just a mental midwife.

Mr. Zhou Wannian possessed this silk-like perspective of language, and in a calm voice, wrote the turbulence and depth under the calm water.

"Who are you" is the one that touched me the most and shed tears. The author has his own ingenuity, designing the simple migrant worker image of the protagonist's gimmick. After work breaks, he crouches on the road and counts the number of cars. A little detail, I wrote all alone. The city does not belong to him. The streets, vehicles, and houses are fictional. A builder was just a scratch over the city. No one gave him a monument, and he couldn't ask for wages. However, in the novel, it has become an eternal sculpture, and the sword of loneliness penetrates people's hearts. Although literature can not replace his life, he can find dignity for it, thereby destroying the ice surrounding it, and softening people's hardened vision film.

Secular is a large, hard plate, and it is not easy to shatter it, and novels serve as such endorsements.

When the hoe was ridiculed and ridiculed by his coworkers, he chose to settle himself on the road; when the reinforced concrete could not bear his inner weight, he chose to accompany a parrot and talk to him in the cold moon residual star. This was his only high-end life, with a magnanimous spirit, not fashion, and he didn't have the capital. But this alone was later deprived. This novel solves the problem of a worker's mind. But where does the squeeze of the soul come from? There is no doubt that it is those lowly eyes around him, including his co-workers, the bottom of the rolling, and the seemingly hot ice layer of society. Maybe in life we have not had the chance to contact people like hoe, or we have turned a blind eye to them, and we are polite to say that we are all part of the ice grains. But in the article, we can hug his soul as much as possible, and touch his soft heart under his rough life. He is our sibling, neglected love.

This novel, I personally love it, writes about a city builder. The process of shrinking step by step, first is the wandering of the spirit, and then the loss of material. There is never even a chance to warm in a feather. There is no place for him to pick up dignity. The author writes in a calm and clear manner, but makes a sound, and will never forget after reading it.

"Father's Short History of Entrepreneurship" describes his father's life. My father's life was very economical and very affordable. There was nothing tall. It's about people, it's about history. The father's grass mustard pulses fluctuated with the passage of time, and his destiny was constructed from the turn of different times. His ideals are as simple as the endless rapeseeds in the Jianghan Plain. The author's brushwork is flexible, with the roots and authenticity of the soil. Such branches and leaves are not plastic. I believe that after several years, they are still fresh. In the real era, the ordinary life of ordinary people is reverentially restored in their hands.

The author is witty, and is good at diluting heavy, never sensational, nor red flags fluttering, read for use. One cent and three cents are his father's outlook on life and also the price of rice at that time. Behind the light life is intriguing sadness, which is also highlighted at the end of "Lao Yang and Yang Lao" and "Father's Day". The subject matter is also wide, from the lonely mayor to the flat people, including scholars, workers, rural cadres, collectors, poets and other groups, writing novels, is really society. The author is familiar with driving lightly, the sweaty bone sheaths inside, the corners and corners have been swept over, which shows the breadth of experience and the depth of thinking.

Unlike the above three articles, "Fish Kite" writes about love. Friends say that it ’s like "P Devonian Limestone" by Pap, that Anfissa died and Kolia, who had lung disease as thin as a candlestick behind her coffin. . The fools are simply obsessed, and the opposite is "fine". Only by being refined can we have a decent and so-called civilization. The last straw that crushed Wang Yao, perhaps the "civilization" that only survived, was by no means a stupid thing that Honger did.

That lane, called Yaocao Lane, used to be a rich man's district, but later fell into disappointment, still a little aristocratic. Yao Cao, Xian Cao means. The heroine, Wang Yao, Yao, Meiyu also, so Yaoyao is a beautiful white jade. Shi Yan, the former male protagonist and the master of the carp jumping dragon gate, arrived in Princeton, USA, and abandoned the beautiful jade piece of Wang Yao, not standing still like a rock. The fool Honger's life is not grand. He chases only the blue sky. He flies a kite every day and reads: Kite flying, kite flying. Everyone wants to fly, Honger's blue sky is blue sky, pure blue sky; others' blue sky is more straightforward, more expansive, and has broader image. Therefore, it is not difficult to see that the author was motivated when naming the characters of the novel, which is ironic and also has the shadow of "A Dream of Red Mansions". The title "Fish Kite" is itself a metaphor.

This is an elegy of love and a sequela of love. Wang Yao lost the college entrance exam twice, which can only be described as regret or loss. The wings of love are a fatal blow. But the two are connected. If you can also get the title, go to Princeton, and the two boats will run on the same water, they will not be separated, she thought. Therefore, under further stimulation, Wang Yao became a "literate lunatic". The year after her madness was a year of forgetting the world and neglecting the eyes of others, so she was carefree, flying kites with Honger every day, and flying all kinds of kites, but she never missed a fish kite and flew into the sky. Go to Princeton to study. After recovering from her illness, she returned to reality and became a quiet and reserved girl who commutes to work peacefully every day. It wasn't until one day that Liu Hailiang, who was tangling with his big back, entangled him, said that Honger had crossed the boundaries of men and women, and only woke her up. Since then, her world has completely collapsed, this time it is not crazy, but death. Face is a very thin and heavy thing, something that the mind can't bear. A person's gains and losses are not important to the person himself, and how he lives can have fun. Her death was blamed on the eyes, the eyes of others, and the eyes of others on her own eyes, which can kill people.

This is a tragedy. The story itself is not new. It is nothing more than Chen Shimei. But it is not easy to write new and deep on old things, but the author did it. He was not obscured by the surface story. He simply groaned a few times, but dug out the root of the disease, and the carp jumped for thousands of years. Longmen is the chronic poison, so it is called "Fish Kite". People easily lose themselves and often cannot find themselves. I'm not me, I don't want me, this simple philosophy has been ignored for thousands of years. People attach more importance to the purity of the physical body than to the purity of the spirit; people pay attention to the eyes of others, more than the love and care for their eyes. Even at the expense of others' eyes, dirty, and left and right, this is a pathological sorrow! Wang Yao is the poisoner. So Amami is not the subject, but the heart is frozen.

The fish kite finally plunged into the water, and it is still a fish without wings. It cannot be separated from the simple water source, that is the blue sky it swims in.

The novel grows outward, it has to face the society and speak for the society, it is a process of breaking the world and regrouping. So it is a quagmire, and it is difficult to be noble. Noble can only be the writer's gaze, Shang Piao's Yu Wen. The "mediocre evil" is terrible. Literature is the part that picks up gold in "Facing the Autumn".

"Poetry of Shang" can also be called "Poem of Poetry". The whole journey from a poet to a businessman to a glorious decline should be the end of a bubble life. Structurally, the two lines, the emotion line and the money line, are intertwined in parallel. Emotional twists and turns, money in a parabolic motion, falling even worse.

This piece of poetry, written in snow and snow, is so beautiful. The novel is born out of the real picture: doing business in the sea, trading up and down, advertising, smuggling enclosures, an accurate reflection of the times, is also a thermometer barometer of the society at that time. At first, Ai Dai was a poor poet, and often stepped on Wen You's meal to eat and eat, sometimes walking down the grass and playing with women. Even so, Shu Tingting in a white skirt still loved him and paid for him. After Ai Dai failed in the sea, Shu Tingting's brilliant advertising company took him in. Later, Shu Tingting went to the United States negatively, and returned to cooperate with Ai Dai. Mentioning money twice in the text, the first time costing a few hundred yuan, was all the sincerity of a pure girl; after the east window incident, Tingting swept away tens of millions, started quite hard, and love interest was extremely expensive. It is not difficult to see that Shu Tingting has no shortage of thoughts from innocent to heavy makeup. Although Ai Dai is a flower, it is simple, and she has some sincerity towards Tingting. Life is like a joke, two people grow up against each other, and human nature is constantly twisted.

Ai Dai's image is more intriguing. The look of her appearance is captured by the author, and her psychology is precise. After all, people are vulgar. Under the baptism of money, the poems of Fenghuaxueyue are worthless, and their shallowness will be exposed. Therefore, the innocence of art needs to be tested; people also have to try their best from the scenes of rich and beautiful scenes. This is an epic of a merchant, and also a poet's ruined history. It wasn't just the building of money that collapsed, but also the funeral of pseudo-love and pseudo-literature. At the same time, there is the mirror of society. Through this broken mirror, we see the rapid decay of wealth. Only art and life are pure gold.

"Paper Basket" was written in officialdom, an anti-corruption theme, and a tense farce. How many peaks turn around, how many come to pass, how many are involuntarily, the subtle psychological changes, such as the inner struggle of walking on thin ice, are described vividly by the author; the kind of fake drama that is done, and the real drama and fake, are also described as three points. The "paper basket" is not an ordinary paper basket in the office, but a ditch, pond, or swamp beside the embankment. When the flood comes, it will cause high incidence of piping and breakwater. The author cut into nature, from the private visit of the vice governor Weifu, to come to participate in the backfill basket project. The whole mayor was moved immediately, and the mayors, county heads, and town heads below swiftly moved, and the grandness was no less than that of Yuanchun Province.

The author is well-thought-out, dispatching troops, and admitting that he is a master of chess. He is good at dealing with complex interpersonal relationships, twitching and breaking cocoons among various things. It is really a process in which a rural cadre goes from clear to cloudy, from positive to evil, from cricket to numbness, from low to high, and finally falls. The more greedy the promotion, the faster and the more fake the credit, this is a social problem. The author writes corruption, not staying on exposing condemnation, but torture and analyze the internal texture it forms. The text seems to be careless, but it is old and hot, without groaning without illness, so it is a mystery, and it is suspected of selling skills. The real products are dry goods.

An author must be aware of life. Life is water. Leaving life to talk about skills is undoubtedly building a house in the desert. Prejudice is an embarrassment to stifle a novelist's artistic talent, and the superficial depth is an immature manifestation. A person who does not even understand life and the heart cannot see the twists and turns of his thoughts, nor does he possess the qualities of a novelist. Spiritual experience also needs to be based on life experience. It belongs to the scope and result of thinking. Digesting life is the only way for a writer.

People cannot live in a vacuum, time is flowing, and times are different, creating a brand new story. A friend once said: Genre, style too. Skills, fur, and the depth of cultivation, the broader the horizon. I thought so.

Foreword, the eyes of the book, the principle of good wind by force everyone understands. Finding someone who is more prestigious and capable than yourself is normal, but in addition to promoting the text, it is also easy to hype. As the former Gongbao boss and editor for more than 40 years, the executive chairman of Jingzhou Writers Association, the president of "Jingzhou Literature", and various old and famous writers, please make a celebrity easy. Moreover, every year a pen conference seminar, there are so many big coffees flying around in the air that you can't beat me as a little girl. The only explanation is that I am more familiar with the text, and I feel the original intention of the author, and I have no lack of sincerity.

Publishing a book is not a great achievement of an author, but a deep look back on one's own spirit, the cherishment of the source of words. For many years, Mr. Zhou has been engaged in the work of volunteers and human ladders. What is respectable is always the height of the mind and the width of life, and the simple emotions on his body.

I once said that Teacher Zhou was low-key. Teacher Zhou said, "Well, you can't say that, it's suspected." Teacher Zhou is indeed very humble, her age is getting older, her novels become more sophisticated, and she comes late. Humility is not bad, Pak said: Humility includes one's moral power and purity.

In the novel of Teacher Zhou Wannian, there is still a lot to say, due to the length of the article, the writing can only go so far. Bless the distinguished teacher, the true literary person and every clear and beautiful day.

  

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