A ray of literary light
Reading Wang Xiao's "Dear, My Land" has a feeling
I met Wang Xiao because of a novel she published in Jiyuan Literature, "You are on the left, I am on the right.". I remember that I was very shocked when I read it, and the work was not only beautifully written, but also had clear layers, especially the details were handled very well. In particular, the text contains deep and delicate emotions, showing the reader the emotional confusion unique to middle age. The psychological description of the characters is vivid and thorough, giving people a real and appropriate feeling, which makes people can't help but fall into it, as if they are Han Chi in the novel, or Lin Man.
Wang Xiao's novel left a deep impression on me, and later, due to fate, this novel was published in the Dahe Literature Series, and I re-read it again, and I became more and more curious about Wang Xiao.
Others may not understand how surprising it is for an editor to find a good author and a good work, and that feeling is as ecstatic as "a long drought and a sweet rain, and he knows what he knows". After so many years of editing, I have a nearly paranoid cleanliness for words, no way, this is the respect and reverence that a writer should have for words. Therefore, when you find that someone has the same harsh demands and aesthetics for words as you, I think this is Zhiyin, the Zhiyin on the text, which can be encountered but not sought.
Wang Xiao is nothing more than an excellent writer, and when I thought she must have made achievements in writing novels, she gave me another unexpected surprise. When she sent me the electronic copy of "Dear, My Land", I did not expect that she actually went to Wenchuan, which happened to be the tenth anniversary of the Wenchuan earthquake. She wrote in the opening paragraph: "Before I set foot on the land of Wenchuan, the tide of feelings hit my chest, and I could not suppress the desire in my chest, as if I could not control the tears in my eyes." Ten years of concern, ten years of hope, I finally approached you, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step. Wenchuan, I am coming, I want to pay homage to the mountains, respect the water, respect the grass, respect the wood, respect the mountains and rivers and grasses like the unbreakable, unbending, constantly bending, bending and constantly living and endless Wenchuan people, respecting this land of spiritual relatives under my feet. "She set foot on that land of rebirth, perhaps destined in the dark, or perhaps the call of the heart. That land accepted her sincerity, allowed her to measure with her heart, with affection, with tears, to seek, to perceive, to think, and finally wrote this touching work. At that time, I was already in tears after reading it, for the rebirth of Wenchuan after ten years, but also for the deep emotions between the lines of Wang Xiaozi.
On May 12, 2018, the tenth anniversary of the Wenchuan earthquake, the Dahe Literature Editorial Department specially arranged the work "Dear, My Land" to be published on the Dahe Literature Platform for the first time, and the major websites pushed it at the same time. In the memory of the disaster, there is not only unforgettable sorrow and emotion, but also indomitable resistance and struggle. From landslides to the rise of new cities, from devastation to vitality, in the past ten years, Wenchuan, which has been reborn after the disaster, has entered a new era. Thanks to Wang Xiao, let us see Wenchuan ten years later through her words, let us once again remember the lost life, pay tribute to the strength and rebirth, and pay tribute to the strength of China!
Lu Xun said, "Those who make literature only need one tenacity, two seriousness, and three tenacity long. "I think Wang Xiao did it.
Teacher Cui Bingren once wrote an article "Three Seasons of Flowers", he said that focusing on one season and spitting out is enough to enrich a lifetime. Indeed, the blossom season is already amazing, but Wang Xiao is a novel and prose go hand in hand, which is rare among the people around me who write.
Wang Xiao once quoted a passage from Van Gogh as an inscription in the novel "You are on the left, I am on the right", and I appreciated the first sentence, "Everyone has a fire in their heart, and those who pass by only see smoke." "Admittedly, for a person who loves writing, there should always be a fire in her heart that pushes her to burn and pushes her forward. Just like Wang Xiao, the book "Dear, My Land" is the first fire she lit, I think she has a second, third, or even more, for her, writing is her life, life is endless, writing is not endless. And most of us may only see the smoke, and the effort behind her must be beyond our imagination.
"Literature is like a fire in a furnace, we borrow fire from others, ignite ourselves, and then pass it on to others, so that it is common to all." Flaubert said so. I think the power of good works is infinite, such as Wang Xiao. Her work is like a beam of light, many people may not see it, but if they do, it is enough to amaze the whole spring.
Editor-in-charge: Wang Fang YuanXiu Ruogu
About the Author
Wang Fang, pen name Olive Green, is the editor of Dahe Literature.