I first met Sun in 2009.
The so-called first meeting is just a sentence left on the Internet.
That night, when I was browsing the blog on the Internet and clicked the mouse, I suddenly jumped into a blog. First, I was attracted by a humorous blog post by the blogger, and then clicked. A wonderful, dreamy and vivid article makes my eyes reluctant to leave. Concentrated on reading, I suddenly found that the blogger actually lived in the same small county town with himself. At that time, I didn't know who he was or what he was doing. I just saw the word "Zhoucun" in my blog. At that time, it was a sea of people, and it was really a feeling of meeting an old friend in another country. So I did not hesitate to leave a message "Hello fellow villager, I am also Zhou Cundi".
This is ridiculous. It is said that the network is virtual and you can't show your true colors to others. But for me, a woman who just entered the network, everything is fresh and curious, everything is empty and everything is real. What's more, the person who can write so many hearty, sarcastic and abusive words must be an upright, kind and positive gentleman.
So in the long run, I had an intersection with Teacher Sun. The so-called intersection is limited to commenting on online articles or leaving a few words. With the appreciation and encouragement of Teacher Sun, I, a character lover who has always been lazy and can't find a goal, actually tried to write a few decent articles, winning applause from a bunch of friends and praise from Teacher Sun.
Later, Teacher Sun said that he would give me some books and asked me where to put them. I replied, put it in the reception room of our hospital. Carelessness is my characteristic, and being too careless is my skill. I only said the place, but I forgot to tell Miss Sun my real name.
So I went to the reception room to get the book every other day, asked once and said no, a little disappointed. Go again the next day and say no; On the third day, I couldn't help rummaging through my closet and found out what I wanted from a pile of newspapers and magazines: several books signed by Mr. Sun, including the famous collection of Zhizhong short stories.
I said unkindly to the master of the reception office, what's the matter? Isn't this my book? Still saying no made me anxious for a while.
People leaned over and saw that Mr. Sun wrote "Dancing" in several big letters on the title page of the book, flowing away. I said, no, my name is written on it! Light dancing and flying is the screen name I registered on my blog. )
People are puzzled and confused, and there is a question mark painted on their foreheads: Dancing, is this your name? Is this also the name of "person"?
I pie pie, nose slightly "hum", said nothing, and roared off, heart said, don't understand? It's no use telling you if I don't.
After a long period of online communication, Mr. Sun's book was fascinated. Even the children in junior high school are fascinated by the magical stories in Teacher Sun's book. You took them, and I took them. So, on that snowy winter solstice, I finished reading Sun Fangzhizhong's collection of short stories and wrote an article "Reading Sun Fangzhi and Appreciating Different Life Experiences" magnificently, because I felt something in my heart, so I went on.
But it's interesting to say that we haven't met each other for more than a mile. I only vaguely know that Sun, the owner of the serialist, turned out to be a famous writer. Many people in the hospital know that I am alone, and the little nurse who left her youth and years in the ward corridor knows nothing.
The first time I met Mr. Sun was on the way outside the hospital. It was very cold that day, and no one could bear to stretch out his hands and let the north wind invade at will. Pedestrians on the road cringed and put their hands in their pockets.
Teacher Sun came over, like striding forward, as if the cold in the air had no deterrent effect on him. Meet for five minutes at most, and completely dispel the mysterious fear that I need to look up. As soon as we met, we knew that the writer of the Chinese Writers Association standing in front of us had won prizes and rankings in the literary circles of provinces and cities, and his reputation was very high. The famous screenwriter personally prefaces his novels, and the person who accompanied him around the streets of Zhoucun was Sun. In addition, he also has a history of serving as the director of a bureau, the secretary of a Committee, and the minister of a department. Really brilliant, eye-catching and famous.
But in front of him, Chairman Sun is an ordinary person. Seeing him is like seeing a plowman with sorghum flowers on his head in his works. When you see him, you can smell the soil floating on the country road after the rain. The only thing that makes people feel different is his wise eyes and sharp talk, which hit the nail on the head, without disguise, warm-hearted and open-minded.
The first time we met and talked in the cold wind, it was only to develop me into a member of Zibo Writers Association, so that I, a simple literary lover, could have a harbor and a home to rely on. With teacher Sun's encouragement and support, my anxiety, my inferiority complex and my confusion have all vanished.
Although I didn't write a decent work to satisfy myself and Mr. Sun because of my casualness and laziness, I still miss that wonderful time from the bottom of my heart when I think about it, so I miss my private place on the Internet passionately, so I selflessly conceive what I will type on the keyboard at night, and I am carried away by every comment and encouragement from Mr. Sun.
In the mid-spring of 20 13, as a primary author or literary friend, I was invited to participate in the symposium on Sun's publication of Datura and the commemoration of the 35th anniversary of Sun's literary creation. I was pleasantly surprised to see that my feelings about reading Sun's novel Dream of Knife were included in his new work Datura. At this symposium, I once again felt the extraordinary of Teacher Sun. This extraordinary does not mean his fame, his influence, the aura of his seminar, nor does it mean seeing his fans coming from all directions. Writers who have only seen their names in newspapers and magazines on Peace Day are now sitting in this rural manor at the waist of Hulu Mountain. The shock of all this is more thrilling and unforgettable than his persistent love for literature and the unique charm of his works.
I have to admit that Mr. Sun is a unique writer. He really knows how to write and tell stories. His writing skills are often unexpected, unconventional and even unconventional; His storytelling ability is not like the time, place, characters and so on taught by the teacher in class. His language use and handy knowledge of history and humanities all reveal his literary background and rich cultural background after his birth. Take out one of them, and hide the author first. Just look at the language and you will know that it is Sun Shi style, with the brand of Hulu Mountain in my hometown and the brand of a nun on Hulu Mountain, so that readers can't help laughing and crying, thinking: Is this true? Or is it true? Or is it true? !
When I first asked Mr. Sun this question, he said that everyone asked me if what I wrote in the book was true or not, and it might be true. Otherwise, how could there be these people and things in this book? Maybe it's fake? Just think for yourself!
Magic, reality; Humor, tragedy; Survival, life; Animals, Humans ............................................................................................................................................................................ You can't guess a seemingly ordinary person who can't be ordinary. There are so many strange things in his mind, just like the tap of tap water. As soon as he opened it, he was in a hurry, talking and splashing jade.
You can't guess, you have no higher education and even write articles everywhere. Planning the layout of the article, ambushing on all sides, seemingly casual, but in fact hidden mystery. Even if it is written by someone with higher education, what can it be?
From this, I think Mo Yan, who just won the Nobel Prize, never graduated from primary school, and even went to Sweden to win a Nobel Prize, so there is nothing wrong with this world as long as you want.
Let's stop here and talk about making a fool of ourselves. Finally, I make a special statement that I have never called Mr. Fang's teacher in front of Chairman Fang, because my little girl has self-knowledge. These two soft brushes really dare not disgrace the sacred role of "teacher", so I am addicted to them online. When I saw him, I shouted: Chairman Sun!