Every time Big Ice came out with a new book, someone came out and scolded: This person came out again to cheat money.
I didn't dare say that outright, but I bought three books on big ice, read a little more, threw three, and then I found out he had a fourth—heck, maybe I was reading it too slowly.
Before I could finish my feelings, I found that his new book was also engaged in discount promotions on the Internet, and also engaged in bundled sales... How would you feel if there was an item on Taobao that had been discounted?
For entry-level readers, this may really be a temptation. For cafes, restaurants, and tea houses that need to decorate their facades with books, of course, this is even more so.
When this promotion had an effect, a best-selling author was born. The computer automatically counts the data to tell you that this is an extremely popular book, and then you buy it, helping to cycle it all back and forth...
Books that sell well really aren't necessarily good books.
Daiice was a former host and later a backpacker, and his series of books focuses on his stories during his time as a backpacker. He told the story of all kinds of people he met in Places like Lijiang, who were either righteous or attached to love.
In short, their stories have the rivers and lakes we yearn for, and there is a cool far away.
I admit that his books are eye-catching.
However, when I read the second book and found that it was all about changing the soup and not changing the medicine, I was already not interested. One after another was written locally, endlessly, and there was really a feeling of "Aunt Wang's shroud - long and smelly".
When I went to Lijiang in 16 years, the homestay where I stayed and the big ice hut were just one street away. Lijiang is the Lijiang he describes, and the hut is the hut he describes. However, those days only occupied a very small proportion of my life.
Sometimes, I think the world described by the Internet is illusory.
Like, if you keep looking at Ayawawa you will feel "sleeping in the grooves, the world is full of scumbags"; you keep reading today's headlines, you will feel "sleeping in the grooves, how everywhere is murder, arson, rape and robbery, the world is too pornographic"; if you keep reading gossip on Weibo, you will feel "Hey, the world has no true love, no more love".
If you keep looking at big ice, you'll think "Wow, I want to be a backpacker, my life is too tough"...
Man is so good at self-immoral existence.
To exaggerate, the books of writers such as Daijiku are often "pretending to relieve anxiety".
Therefore, we must be extra careful about some so-called works that look wonderful and are actually thinking in detail, and even self-media articles.
I now hate those who preach "XXX naked words to start a business Barabala" every day, "XX private garden Barabala built with both hands"... This tone is really no better than encouraging women to become Deng Wendi, lifting the pen to envy the milk tea sister, or attacking Tian Pujun with gunfire.
Some people say that we are in an era of "information explosion". Is there really such a horror? Good things are still only a little bit, do not absorb the knowledge that others have chewed, or fall into some marketing psychological traps, everyone is a contemporary, why should we deify and believe in a contemporary?
Stay rational and information never explodes.
As far as I am concerned: no matter how profound things were told to me today, no matter how much admiration I showed when I listened, tomorrow I will still only grow according to my own ideas and pace, at most it is to talk about this person, I think there is something interesting to knead, become my own... I!!! It is the axis of the world I live in. Hum, little sample, want to brainwash me, you don't know that the fairy practice, is it the Heart Absorbing Dafa?
Anyway, in my 2018, blocking out all kinds of chaotic information, when I was an "old man" who only read classic paper books, I felt that my happiness index was constantly rising.
The baby no longer worries that the boyfriend is the world's scumbag; the baby finds that the people around him who live a down-to-earth life are very happy; the baby's every day is full of hope, and the baby's sense of security is full of drops.
Good works are always thought-provoking and full of humanistic care. It's not that Big Ice's book has nothing. His books have a sense of truth and surprising stories, but these things can only support them to become "interesting light reading books".
Except for the stuff that doesn't make sense, the books on the market are similar. What can raise the level of works is the depth of thought and the height of humanistic care.
Dog-tailed sable, for example:
The Tale of Genji tells the story of a super-merry man and a group of women, but it cares about the ultimate loneliness of mankind, is full of concern for women, and carries a universal value.
"Beijing, Beijing" (the original work of "Spring Wind Ten Miles Is Not as Good as You") tells the story of the entanglement between a man and a bunch of women, caring about the growth of individuals or a small person.
Probably so.
——————————
Author: Editor Wu Xiaoxian, insist on reading and writing, tell the truth, do not pretend *.