Qiao Mu said that his second book will be published soon. After an experience, he is familiar with the publishing process and should be smoother.
While I am happy for him, my guilt has deepened.
His first book, Hometown, has arrived, with an autographed version and vigorous handwriting, which fully embodies the frankness of Shandong men. He wrote: "Literature has no latecomers, and there will be others after creation." Yes, it's never too late to do what you like with passion. This is the most suitable word not to play. I remember this reluctant invitation made him think.
But I haven't written a word so far. It's really rude. I have no cultural friends in my life. He was the first person to send me a new book, and I felt excited, envious and proud. It's rude to come without being rude. Although it can't add icing on the cake to the grass-roots words, it's polite to give feedback. I don't know. And he didn't show any mind and any recognition, so I was calm for so long.
Guilt is guilt. I won't write for "should". Must be an impulse to write. It is the necessity of friendship to read a friend's heart and work with your hard work. You are moved by the work, attracted by the content, and too curious about the growth of green to find out.
I think it's best to read prose slowly and carefully. Prose emphasizes emotion, not broadness, but profundity. It should pay attention to conception, structure and words, but not too hard. In this way, only by eating carefully, chewing slowly, swallowing slowly and understanding deeply can we know about five or six points and applaud ourselves three or two times. It is often the case that real masterpieces are never tired of reading and are amazed.
So I looked at it slowly, not in a hurry, like a small snack from a distant friend. I licked a few mouthfuls and tasted it. I was not greedy. It seems that this can keep the taste buds waiting for a long time.
A branch and a leaf, always concerned about love. Following the memory of the pavilion and the description of the scenery and human feelings in my hometown, there is still an emotion growing in my heart, which is quiet and slender, boiling up and filling up gradually.
Hometown is treasured in the memory of every wanderer. I am extremely attached to my hometown, I miss the water and soil and folks who raised me, I am grateful to my parents for their hard work all my life, and I am an endless source of creation for trees. His hometown is still distinct in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Cooking smoke is like complaining, the vegetation is affectionate, the pastoral style is simple and childlike, and even the sweat spilled is sweet.
I'm a southerner, and I'm still a stranger to the northwest plain of Shandong, let alone know the local conditions and customs there. When I opened Hometown, I saw the same childhood impression: people carrying water came and went in the street, leaving behind them straight or curved water trails stretching to various courtyards; I saw vilen in the bleak winter: once in a while, one or two old people would pick up firewood and dung eggs with baskets, like decorations on a huge gray canvas; I saw an argument I saw on a summer night: sometimes, people here are listening attentively, and the women over there climb on the roof again and start cursing at the top of their lungs.
He used to feel inferior because of the countryside and poverty. The monotony and hardship of life made him "worry about when he will grow up and when he will escape from this hellhole". When people reach middle age, they call their children home to be with their wives. "Walking in the streets and alleys of my hometown, stepping into the familiar yard and seeing my white-haired parents, my wandering heart suddenly felt that I was going to land." Qiao Mu sincerely felt: It's good to have a hometown!
The value of Hometown also lies in the detailed description of the disappearing folk customs and traditional handicrafts in the rural areas of northwest Shandong. As we all know, it is not a day's work to excavate and organize these works. The behavior of arbor is actually the inheritance and protection of intangible cultural heritage, and its far-reaching significance is not limited to literature.
Of course, judging from women's reading experience, the author's writing style is more realistic than elegant. If he can describe and imagine more, will his readability be better?
Publishing a book of our own is the dream of people who are not interested in feelings. Lack of interest, life is dull, and I hardly know how to appreciate all kinds of happiness in the world of flowers and flowers; Affection is the exploration of words, the pursuit of the spiritual world from beginning to end, concentration, persistence and even infatuation.
Zhang Dai said: "People can't make friends without addiction, because there is no affection." People can't communicate without delusion, so there is no true qi. "From this perspective, people who love writing have some merits, at least they are sincere and trustworthy. I am lucky to know trees.
He has served in the provincial organs for many years, and he is a well-deserved "penholder". He is responsible for the work of a department and is regarded as the leader of the competent department by us. I know very well how busy he is and he can continue to write when he is busy. This kind of diligence and self-discipline is even more admirable.
We are not in the same province, so there is no superior-subordinate relationship. My appreciation of his writing and his help to my writing are also clear and generous. Otherwise, with my temperament, I am afraid I have long been alienated, because I am so stubbornly isolated from my work and hobbies that I just want to write casually, even if I end up with an inappropriate smile.
I am also looking forward to seeing Qiao Mu's collection of local novels one day, which truly shows the history and present situation of farmers' life, such as his recent fallen leaves and anecdotes. Concise, humorous, thought-provoking and beautiful.