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Spring never speaks, but it softens the world.
Flowers never speak, but they fragrance the world.
—Epigraph
When the smell of spring fills the sky of the town, for some reason, my mood is particularly beautiful these days, and I don't want to feel the smell of spring in my face. Before going to bed last night, Zhang Gong, a famous documentary writer who is far away in the provincial capital of Lanzhou, posted a set of pictures in the circle of friends, and one of them touched my heart.
"Buried Spring"
The peach blossoms bloomed again in March this year
I don't want to look at it anymore
Because of the three teenagers in Handan, Hebei
A two-meter deep pit was dug
Buried the whole spring
Think about it, this spring, whether in a small town, or in other cities and villages, countless heart-wrenching and helpless tragedies have been staged. At present, the mentality of young people has far exceeded people's cognition and imagination. Half of the spring has passed, and my temperament is still low, will my dreams also be buried throughout the spring?
It happened to be a weekend, lying lazily in bed, carefully reading an article by Tie Ning, chairman of the Chinese Writers Association, "Time can wear out a lot of things", and my heart resonated. I remember a passage: if time is irretrievable, then literature is born precisely to create time. The beauty and magnificence created by literature can make our finite lives fuller and more vivid. When we are confused by the uncertain forms of the future society, writers of different generations should also believe that there must be more vigorous and meaningful possibilities that will come at the same time.
Closing the book and thinking carefully about the current literary circle, fame and money have gradually lost the direction of writers' writing, the literati have become more and more contemptuous, indifference has become the norm, self-righteous frivolity, etc., have affected the life values of a group of people who love literature, and they are confused and wandering on the edge of literature, either waiting and seeing, or poking their heads out helplessly and waiting. There are fewer and fewer excellent works that awaken the conscience of the world, and literature is about to be forgotten. Internet celebrity Dong Yuhui broadcast live overnight, which brought the "People's Literature" magazine out of the winter, and I have to admit that the Internet has changed the world and embarrassed the people who stick to the literary position. Recalling that literary spring, the teenagers who waited in the newsstand and library on holidays tirelessly read literary journals such as "Youth Literature", "Harvest", and "October", their thirst for knowledge and obsession with literature. "Ordinary World", "Alive", "Siege", and "Golden Age" have influenced the growth of several generations and changed their destinies.
This spring, I began to be confused and lost.
When mobile phones and the Internet became popular, online games full of bloody violence devoured the spare time life of teenagers, literary works gradually withdrew from the stage of history, and reading has become synonymous with middle-aged and elderly people. The ensuing social problems are becoming more and more prominent, such as school bullying, indifference to neighbors, dilution of family affection, a society that has lost the nourishment of literature, and the soul of the dominant ideology, stumbling and embarrassing.
Throughout the 5,000 years of Chinese civilization, the beauty and magnificence created by literature have made the limited lives of generations of Yan and Huang descendants fuller and more vivid. History has eloquently proved that the only thing that can fundamentally change a person's values and outlook on life is excellent literary works. The ancient great writers Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Su Shi, Wang Anshi, Cao Xueqin, and the famous modern writers Lu Xun, Lao She, Ba Jin, Shen Congwen, Mao Dun, Qian Zhongshu, Lu Yao and other famous writers are all popular works. Looking up at the starry sky, all the lives of each sage, thousands of sails have passed, the waves are magnificent, they have left classics to the world with their lifelong talents, and have become one bright pearl after another in the history of Chinese civilization.
I can't imagine whether the literati of ancient times are also like some pretentious and frivolous people today, who only have self in their eyes, forget their original intentions, go further and further on the road of literature, lose the humility and friendliness of readers, and are self-righteous, which disrupts the literary circle, which is outrageous. Lu Xun's criticism of indifferent spectators goes deep into the bone marrow. He wrote: "They are like soulless zombies, who only watch the pain and misfortune of others. "There is no need to talk about hypocritical slander, there is no need to say ignorant ridicule, just the cold eyes already make people feel lonely and helpless. ”
In this sunny spring, with the confusion of life and the hesitation on the road of literature, I quietly read the definition of literature by Tie Ning's predecessors: literature can also be said to be an art of time, an art that has the ability to connect history, the present and the future. Throughout the ages, those good literature are not the bones of history, but the flesh and blood of history. Because of literature, we can get a glimpse of the life and labor, love and sorrow, thoughts and thoughts of our ancestors, and we may still have the ability to communicate with them thousands of years later. There is a bright light in front of me, spring never speaks, but it softens the world. Flowers never speak, but they fragrance the world. When we are exposed to the turbid air pollution around us, we must look up to the ancients and sages, learn to be independent, upright, open, and upright.
There is a famous saying that genius is equal to 1 percent inspiration and 99 percent perspiration. We must work hard in the literary sky, and we will definitely enjoy the beautiful scenery that others cannot appreciate. Faith is the heart, that is, the conscience. At present, some writers who talk about their original literary aspirations all day long, but are self-righteous in their actions, are lofty, and complacent, will never be able to write masterpieces that have been handed down to the world; the more so-called writers who babble and shout slogans, they will definitely be frogs at the bottom of the well, and they will surely be drowned in the dust of time.
In this mixed literary circle, we should be wise, learn to discern, and not follow the crowd and hearsay. I think that the literary dream in everyone's heart should be a rose, a rose that bestows the fragrance of others' hands. It proves its elegance and showiness with facts and aromas. Learn to be a wise gentleman, keep a clear mind and a pure heart in the world, and do not follow the crowd. In this way, we will get closer and closer to the temple of literature in our hearts day by day. (The author is a member of the Chinese Prose Literature Association)
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