The State of Life (Preamble 1) (only the fragrance is like the old times) - Liu Haijun

The State of Life (Part 1)

Liu Haijun

I always thought that the righteous people were different from us there. Initially, our path was roughly the same. At that time, we were all mad and mad, jumping around with this book, mysteriously doing the standard, wandering all night and all night insomnia, as if miracles would fall at any time, miracles would really be calculated in hours or minutes, and looking back, the difference we thought was just a little physical, psychological, a little rebellious. We may be one of the thousands of people on the sheep's gut trail, and our expectations, excitement, and inexplicable panic about literature are roughly the expressions of an era.

Soon, people went their separate ways, and the first little flame no longer illuminated our lives, but the complex still existed, the old people met together, and it was worth the appropriate occasion, and perhaps there was a little talk.

At first, we didn't notice that he was different, and more than ten years ago, we had seen, as if we had read one or two of his articles, and seemed to be continuing the original dream, but soon there was no news. It's been too long, and I don't care too much, and what I write is blurred. At that time, I had just arrived at the supplement of the newspaper and consciously or unconsciously witnessed a period of literary twilight: the forest fell silent after a strong chirping and noise. In the future, although there are still in and out, there are fewer and fewer old faces. No one cares too much about this forest, and no one cares too much about what else will appear in the forest.

In the past two years, Wan Yimin has come out again, and together with him came a book called "Only the Fragrance Is Like the Old Times". Many of the articles in the book are edited by me, and the articles dare not say that they are pearls, but they are all works of true feelings, full of compassion, and what I call "coming out" refers to the righteous people who come out with old dreams. It refers to the people who find themselves on the "stamps" of the "old times". He makes people feel an abnormal state, this state is fire, enough to illuminate and ignite a person's life. Let us read his eyes, and his illuminated face.

Unlike many years ago, the years and moods are filtered. There are no more conventional ideas in the face of the "old times". Everything comes from within.

Wan Yimin said that it was a friend and an essayist's article, which made him "feel as if he had been hit by a bullet" and had an incurable state. I think that's just a fuse for the "state." Everything should also come from the original dream, from his connection with the blood of a city, living with each other: "courtyard after courtyard, street after street, mountain after mountain, sea by sea, and the people here, the personality, dialect, emotion, and even the sound, color, and breath of these people, etc.," giving him nourishment.

Life is getting faster and faster, everyone is crowded on a road, running fast, afraid of falling, do not bear the burden, sometimes even memory and return to the capital has become a burden. But these are carried in the arms of the righteous people, enlightened, hidden, and fermented.

The state thus produced must be different.

It is not vassal elegance, not a temporary improvisational performance, not a wine used to pour blocks, nor a proof of smell between the opposite sex, of course, it has nothing to do with commercial operations. He was simply answering the call of the indomitable mind.

"I know that people with a sense of nostalgia are people who have been in the sea, like a pot of old wine, buried for a long time, fermented day by day, and will be obsessed with intoxication when tasting it." Lu You, a great poet of the Song Dynasty, wrote a poem that "everything in life is exhausted, but the fragrance is like the old times", I believe that it must be his heartfelt testimonial after the brilliant end of the flat, no wonder the great poet is dying of old age. Shi Xian's "birds fly high" is traceless, vast and far away, and the calm and indifferent of "Only Jingting Mountain" seems to be ten thousand rivers returning to the sea. Yes, nostalgia is spiritual, it is a perched home, a kind of spiritual sustenance and yearning. When the scene is touched, the past is scattered like smoke, just like a pool of spring water is crumpled by the wind.

On the "stamps" of the "old times", Wan Yimin found the soul and found the freedom.

In fact, this is also a state of life. What is the state of life, is it not the state of life that is hopelessly incurable?

In the old days, "remembrance is transformed into the experience of life, and what wanyi people feel is poetry." It is to enjoy the happiness and satisfaction that I could not feel in the past, as if the body that walked in the desert wind and sand for many days washed a hot spring, and the beauty of life suddenly covered the taste of disturbing life in reality. At this time, I seem to be confined to an artistic fictional world, very beautiful, as beautiful as a personal portrait we are familiar with in the old picture frame, like an old song that I like to listen to, like a piece of old furniture that is well preserved in my own home..."

Wan Yimin's state makes people envious, but also because of his tiredness, he asked me to re-examine myself: can I give myself a reason, grasp the fleeting time, let the seemingly regular life, irredeemable "state" once, let the tired soul, attached to the freedom of the nest, enjoy the feeling of being hit by bullets, enjoy the feeling of the real self: dance like trees and winds, collide like flowing springs and rocks, and let tears, laughter and crying flow out of the soul.

The "state" of Wan Yimin is in his book", "Only the Fragrance Is Like the Old Time".