Yesterday, I began to read Yukio Mishima's Kinkaku-ji Temple, began dozens of pages, marveled at the conciseness of the author's language, the delicacy of the description, and the depth of human nature, so I went to search for Yukio Mishima himself, wanting to see what kind of brain such a beautiful text came from.
Even more amazing! He was a Japanese right-winger, organized various military activities, was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature three times, but committed suicide in 1970 by cutting his abdomen, and in order to die quickly, he took the wrong way to let his friends quickly chop off their heads with knives next to them, so cruel and violent.
The contrast between the two sides of man is so great! On the one hand is the ultimate tenderness, on the other side is the ultimate blood, do you have? If so, would you say it, or write it?
This may be the difference between a writer and an ordinary person!
