I started thinking about foreign literature early on, probably in 2009, when I was in middle school, I first read "How Steel is Made" by the Soviet writer Nikolai Ostrovsky, as well as "Childhood" by Maxim Gorky and "Celebrity Biography" (that is, "Beethoven", "Michelangelo", "Tolstoy") by the French writer Romain Roland, which are considered to be my earlier foreign literature. Later, around 2013, I read American literature for the first time— Jerome David Salinger's Catcher in the Rye. But it wasn't until 2014 that I really started reading foreign literature, the first latin American literature, and many people will think of García Márquez in Colombia for the first time, yes, he is! It was his "Love in the Time of Cholera" that made me read a lot of foreign literary novels with vivid stories in the long time of reading literature.
I still vaguely remember that after reading "Love in the Time of Cholera", in 2015 I read "The Tragedies of Shakespeare" (zhu Shenghao's classic translation) by the British playwright William Shakespeare, "Notre Dame de Paris" by the French writer Victor Hugo, and a copy of "Childhood • On Earth • My University". Among these three books, my most favorite is "Childhood in the World: My University", because living is the most real and at the same time the most realistic in this book, like a drifting leaf, a destinationless infinite drift. It wasn't until 2017 that I read "If You Give Me Three Days of Light" by the American writer Helen Keller, which made me really see a person's desire to have light, and her desire for light to be her world and the window of the soul that flies out of the dark world.
If "If You Give Me Three Days of Light" is hope and "On Earth" is reality, then Ernest Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea" is the bravery of "long winds and waves will sometimes hang on the clouds and sails to the sea". The old man (Santiago) is not fighting against the fish in the sea, but with himself in the face of difficulties. To be honest, it is a difficult thing to face difficulties, especially like the old man, facing such a huge difficulty, to face all the fish attacking him on the sea - he wants to fight back!
I read the book in 2017, along with If You Give Me Three Days of Light, along with Sherlock Holmes and War and Peace (more than 1,000 pages of books!). ）。 These books fill the gap in my reading of foreign literature, especially in Brazil and Spain, and I have only read two works so far, one is The Fantastic Journey of the Shepherd Boy by Paul Coelho and the other is Cervantes Savidra's Don Quixote. After reading these two books, I wanted to read more foreign literature, I wanted to read more than after 2014, because I couldn't be satisfied in reading, and then I read "One Hundred Years of Solitude", also the work of García Márquez, and the rest, I will count the "Madame Bovary" by Gustav Flaubert, "Alexandre Dumas" written by Alexander Dumas (who is often called Dumas the Younger in order to distinguish his name from his father, only because he has the same name as his father) La Traviata", "Jane Eyre" by Charlotte Brontë, "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" by Jules Verne, "Les Misérables" by Victor Hugo, as well as "Walden" by Henry David Thoreau, "Birds", "Crescent Moon", "Gardener", "Ulysses" by James Joyce, "Wasteland" by Tos Eliot, and "Selected Poems of Brautigan" by Richard Brautigan (including "The Collected Poems of Brautigan" by Richard Brautigan (including "The Collected Poems of Brautigan" (including "The Collection of Birds" by Rabindranath Tagore, "The Gardener's Collection" by James Joyce, "The Wasteland" by Tos Elliott, and "Selected Poems of Brautigan" by Richard Brautigan (including "The Collected Poems of Brautigan" (including "The Collection of Birds" by Rabindranath Tagore, "The Gardener's Collection" by James Joyce, "The Wasteland" by Toth Eliot, and "Selected Poems of Brautigan" by Richard Bratigan (including "The Collected Poems of Brautigan" (including "The Collected Poems of Brautigan" (including "The Collection of Birds" by Rabindranath Tagore, "The Gardener's Collection" by James Joyce The loving grace machine takes care of everything, "Death is a beautiful car that always parks", "The Galilean Rides a Ride", etc.), "The Kite Chaser" by Called Husseini, "White Night" and "Phantom Night" by Keigo Higashino, "Idiot" by Fyodor Dostoevsky, "The Oxfly" by Ethel Lillian Voynich, "Moby Dick" by Herman Melville, and so on. These books laid the foundation for my reading, and my interest in literary creation, aroused my desire to create literary works, so over the years, I wrote many works of poetry, but the novels were written very little, none of them were really completed, and the main reason was that I had not yet found out what kind of novel I was suitable for, so it never blossomed.
This year is my second year of writing novels, because I read more, I naturally have this greater desire, not because of money, but simply for the sake of creation, just like people who like to play games, may not always want to become professional players, but through playing games, let them really find themselves. The same is true of my creation, but instead of finding myself, I discovered that I had another possibility, that is, slowly discovering the value of literary creation. I remember one time I read Digo's Billion Years of Eccentricity—it just had the power to keep me going. It is not that this book is written so admirably, but the author writes the novel to make people feel very comfortable, no matter which natural paragraph is read, it will not make me feel any sense of violation, and even want to give up the feeling of reading, completely. This is the ability of an author, a unique ability of her own.
William Kane once said: "When many people are racking their brains on keyboards 'banging' and complaining', 'Why can't I just write like a master?'" The answer is that you can do it. ”
After sharing so much content, I really don't want to continue to write down, I want to write here, and I will end it, but there are always endless words, I want to continue to write, but it is late at night, I can no longer write, it is time to close my eyes in the bed, so the whole article ends here, all over.
Written on December 13, 2021
Late monday night