Knowledge flows endlessly like a fountain – a brief introduction to He Ying's writer's commentary

Jing Ye reread the novels she had read before and the newspaper clippings she had tossed, and saw the writers that the critic Ms. He Ying had paid attention to over the years, and learned a lot. Where is the motivation of He Ying's talent? Every time I read her comment, I asked myself. My answer was that in the silk light of midsummer, He Ying found her own time. This is a secret that she hides deeply. Therefore, she can see through, on the long road of learning, hold the study and creation in the palm of her hand, move forward tirelessly, have the direction of love in her heart, salvage pearl agate from the ocean of literature, and dedicate exquisite spiritual food to readers.

Reading He Ying's comments, I can think of Cai Qijiao's poems. More than 30 years ago, the poet went to the Ili River Valley to collect wind, xianyou idyllic river valley land and creamy and proud Ili River, leaving his famous poem "Ili River": "The green waves from the depths of the Tianshan Mountains, with the sacred ancient kiss, have eliminated the old and yellow of the desert." What I want to say is that He Ying's literary criticism is also motivating me to study and write.

He Ying's literary criticism shines with the heart song of life that we like in the literary world. The toiling hands and the hearts that praise the better life of the future, year after year, bathe in the wind and rain, bless the melody of love, raise harmony in the flower basket of the soul, and create a world of material and spiritual wealth.

Wisdom and diligence, in the river of time, moisturizing He Ying's pen and ink, writing the literary love of the earth on earth, in the temple of literature, leaving her unique discoveries. I also read out such a truth, happiness is never a person's shaking bed, without the people's song, the melody of the individual can not be swayed. Singing the fruits and beauty of the people can leave the voice of our souls. He Ying's exploration in awe along the way, full of cultural self-confidence and literary love, the inspiration for the author's creation is still multifaceted.

In his article "Mo Yan's Novel: The Game Outside the Feeling", He Ying said, "I think Mo Yan's greatest contribution to contemporary literature is that he has reached the limit of a writer's words that express various senses and exaggerate feelings. He Ying stood on his own aesthetic standpoint and read the other side of Mo Yan. Critics dare to stand up, with their own shadows, in the macro and micro gears, to find a wonderful rainbow in the blood, but also a kind of blessing in the cradle of the father. He Ying's literary stance is clear, art is also a friend of good clothes, whether Mo Yan's century babies have an anus or not, they must live in the heavenly gift of shame. Behind the nakedness, there is decadence and weakness.

Logic, tracks, sunsets, ancient water mills, walls of memory, their own blood and art, heroic and comforting self-confidence, the bustle of robots, not their own throats. Generations of singing are not in the head of the water, nor in the nerves, but in the creation of spiritual breast milk that can support the heirs. He Ying's literary concept is also edible, and enjoying harmony is the gratitude of predecessors. And what can leave a harmonious account is that human beings transcend themselves and keep our beauty.

The words "Nobel Prize in Literature" seem to shine brighter than those gold coins. Whoops, the distant ones are also. There is no pair of pants on the ass, and the name is Pearl Agate. He Ying's experience is solid, she and Mr. Lu Xun stand together, you can see the warm vigilance and ultimate hope between the lines. Is there a blessing under the shaker? The aesthetic basis of the possibilities is also unlimited. Later brothers, of course, will not have the concept of credit. People, thoughts, languages, are all moving forward. Mo Yan wasn't meant to eat enough bread back then, what should he be now? Human feelings are also the driving force for historical health. We are extremely blessed, learning, new beauty, sublime calling, all in our hearts. On the road, our footsteps will not be idle. No matter the spring wind is infinitely nostalgic for the earth, no matter the autumn wind and autumn rain, the sun above our heads is everyone's friend, and it is the three meals and faith that protect us. Without faith, how can you eat the delicacies left by your ancestors? The spirit can't be hardened, can those words and images warm people's hearts and lead people's hearts? To prove and be proven is not only the patent of time, but also the pursuit of the human heart, and the glory and dream of the writer. This is He Ying's text, another inspiration to me.

When talking about Dong Libo's novel, He Ying believes that Dong Libo is "undoubtedly well prepared for life" in the long river of novel creation. Is this Dong Libo's wealth, or is it an experience derived from his bloodline? The palms of the hands are all meat. Before Dong Libo went to college, he had a profound and unforgettable experience in the human heart. His feelings about cold, warmth, and yin and yang are direct. One of his life lessons was that sometimes addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division are illogical. Time has blessed him with experience, and he has substantively stepped out of his own time to deeply study and feel the enlightenment of multi-ethnic cultures and diverse human customs and experiences. He possesses a nourishment and aura that enriches the undertones of his novels. In the same land, he saw flowers of different colors. They are not the pride of the same season, and they don't know what enlightenment they have given Dong Libo, but Dong Libo knows. He found numerous hands and love. They are infinite fingerprints and good wine and good meat. He Ying directly broke the hot love and sunshine in Dong Libo's novel. alack. The warm spring wind and spring rain, the fluttering summer butterflies, the silky fluttering field dusk, the pomegranate-like fluttering southern Xinjiang twilight, the proud and intoxicating golden autumn grandfather, in their best time and moment, have given him warm and singing adjectives. Dong Libo's blessing is that he has found his own novel language, novel feeling, and novel position. The sense of belonging is to gain a hard self-confidence, optimistic about life, optimistic about the growth of pepper pepper and ginger peel, with a variety of humanistic experience.

He Ying's pen and ink continue to move forward, leaving deep feelings in this best text: "Analyzing the inspiration given to us by the welcome of Dong Libo's novel is that Dong Libo has found his own form. His language is as simple and concise as the everyday language of the Westerners, but it is the most powerful weapon in expressing the life of the Westerners." Good, the desert is lonely and straight, and the wind blows grass low to see cattle and sheep.

After the publication of Liu Liangcheng's "Carrying Words", He Ying commented that Liu Liangcheng "is like a wizard of language, trying to echo the world's voice and sympathetic reaction." He reached the universe in language, thus exerting the beauty of classical Chinese poetics to the fullest, and the penetrating power of poetry helps us reach Tongming." Liu Liangcheng had lived in the time of the two Cangyu before and after him a long time ago. Reading his poems in the 1980s, I didn't understand what was hidden in those words. A few years ago, a magazine in ethnic literature asked me to write some introductory texts for Liu Liangcheng's translation, and re-reading his poems at that time, I felt that I was also full of wisdom and warmth, beyond his time. The secret here is that many people seem to see through it, and he is already in the silence that leads to the top of the mountain. While some people admire the Tianshan Safflower or Kanas mythology, which are held up in verbs and adjectives, he describes the shame and tenacity of time in another seclusion. He was waiting for his own time friend. He had not revealed to the timelines of the unknown gender that his experience was as exciting as the stars, but he could see the treasures that the examiners could only dig up after many spring and autumn seasons. When someone is arrogant and decadent about something, he sees the smoke from the cooking before dawn. These feelings and images shine warmly in his works. At such times, we will inexplicably doze off, eyes on our heads, time not in our hands.

Whether Liu Liangcheng writes poetry or prose novels, those wonderful and beloved words are always his true friends and his brilliance. This friend is not a luminous cup after tea and dinner, not a golden nest behind a grass nest, but a gift and call of time.

Reading He Ying's literary review, I will have some important enlightenment. The biggest gain is to learn, constantly enrich yourself, and demand of yourself. The words she wrote with great care gave me lectures again and again, repeatedly chewing on those wise arguments, and appreciating the charm of literature in her aesthetics.

Ten years ago, I read a piece written by the critic Radha teacher He Ying, "He Ying's Sharp Edge and Vision", and I admired it very much. The article said: "He Ying, a young female critic in Xinjiang, with her sharp and clear critical posture, calm and excellent judgment, humorous and spicy way of speaking, together with the solid theoretical foundation that supports her, as well as the diligent quality of being good at learning and quietly cultivating, makes her appearance a cluster of flashes in the critical circle." "It is gratifying that a young female critic like He Ying, who is full of vitality, sharpness and talent, has appeared in Xinjiang." It is also a pleasure for us to be able to read these evaluations of Teacher Radar.

August 15, 2021 Riding Hill Greenwich City

(Arathi Asmu)