Real dreams

It has been more than two months since I came across Dazai's novel "Human Disqualification" at the Wangfujing Bookstore in Beijing. During this time I read several of his novels. The impression of his novel is that there is no vigorous and unforgettable story, with superhuman literary literacy to narrate what he has seen and heard in life is picturesque, so that readers can relive his trajectory like a dream, truly appreciate the brilliance of the master's brilliant brushstrokes, and unconsciously learn to use his pen tone to recall his story, so that unconsciously they find that their pen has begun to have the shadow of his narrative.

After reading his book, the biggest feeling is: lifting the pen to say things like a trickle, regardless of the purpose, not knowing where, going down, tireless, telling the story. I suddenly understood that the truth of "great wisdom is foolish" and "the knower does not speak" lies in the fact that the sage does not speak big words, but lets people see his vigor and heroism even if they walk on the muddy path of the pit baby, and the solid footprints left behind; from his words and deeds, he witnesses his elegance and thinks of the process of his "cultivation". He wrote about Mt. Fuji, starting from more than a dozen angles, writing different shapes, different feelings. He first wrote the angle of the east-west and north-south longitudinal aspects of the summit of Mt. Fuji, and then gave us an imaginary height. The position of the mountain in front of Mt. Fuji is described by the "mountain sleeve", and there is indeed a dreamy feeling in the metaphorical reminiscence of this imagination - the mountain he wants to say is at the cuff of Fuji's open arms, and the "cuff" writes the closeness of the mountain vividly and vividly, which is pleasant and intoxicating. He wrote about his mother's meal, wrote about the angle, wrote about the contact between the tableware and the plate and bowl, and naturally played a pleasant melody - the nobility of the mother, through the beautiful rice posture, even the posture of eating was cultivated to the image of the jade girl - really admirable or the writer's big pen - with his bare hands, writing the ordinary mother's ordinary work into an ordinary great existence that we all smoothly accepted.

Reading his book, I feel that he wrote deeply, wrote with emotion and taste. Spending a long time with his works, you will indeed feel that you are living in a dreamy beauty.