This matter has to start with the infatuated "youth literature" at that time, and it is inevitable to mention Jing M. Guo. I always think that his prose is much better than novels. He does have a gift for writing, but creating plots is not his strong suit. I often admire the melodramatic sentences in the article that only people of special ages can understand. I naively thought I was the same, so I wanted to have a style similar to his.
= Jing M.Guo
At that time, I was depressed in writing, showing helplessness and fragility in the depths of my soul everywhere. Even when my best friend gave me a beautiful book on my birthday, he wrote on the title page that when I saw a flower withering, he hoped I wouldn't be disappointed in life ... I imagined sighing at a flower, and the picture was so fucking horrible!
With the growth of age, I feel that my style has improved, but the overall style is still relatively depressed. I abandoned my disappointment and loss and evolved into decadence and desolation in the depths of my soul, just because I met Annie Baby. Her articles made me feel cold, lonely and disgusted with the world. I realize that the soul is carefree outside the body, and I also feel that this feeling gradually becomes nothingness with the passage of time.
I liked this tone in the rebellious period of my youth, so I began to prefer lonely girls with cotton skirts and white sneakers and decadent boys with white shirts and jeans. At that time, I couldn't feel better about myself. I wrote a few "love stories" that I didn't understand, and I was quite proud. I came across these articles when I was sorting out books years later. I couldn't believe that my personality could be so marginalized. I must have been possessed by a demon and torn apart.
Anne baby
Later, I read Lu Yin's poems and good words, and found that this is the ultimate description of sadness! The boat I was writing began to turn the rudder again, chasing her life that disappeared in the stormy waves, burying her feelings in the ocean of dust, and looking for the soul that could not fall that night. ...
During the winter vacation during that time, I wrote two compositions and handed them in as Chinese homework. One is to imitate Lu Yin's brushwork to describe the mood of watching snow on holiday nights, and the other is to describe the happy moment when children set off firecrackers. My Chinese teacher's feedback is that he prefers my plain writing. I am unwilling. Isn't the article asking about mood beautiful? The teacher speaks well, but there is no shadow between the lines. After listening to the evaluation, I am blue and thin, mushrooms. ...
I have tried all kinds of styles that I think are similar, but I still feel deeply sad about Liu Liangcheng. I was not as depressed as Shi Tiesheng, but I still lost.
I didn't know until I graduated from high school that the unhappy tone really didn't suit me. After all, on weekdays, they all think I'm a joke. I didn't really understand what the teacher said. I simply think it's better to write cheerful articles, so I began to follow Feng Tang's example and want to highlight one word in laughter and scolding: penis!
= Feng Tang
Contrary to expectations, I really didn't reach that height because I lacked literary thoughts. Laughing and cursing can still shake, and the rooster in the later period really can't move. ...
When I went to college, online games made me forget the habit of reading and my mind was empty. Even joking often makes me unable to think of the right words, let alone writing an article. By chance, I picked up Mr. Wang Zengqi's collection of works and saw the short story Extraordinary. I suddenly felt that there were 10 thousand pop rocks in my head, and I couldn't catch my unicorn arm until I turned to the last page.
= Wang Zengqi
I'm not looking at words, I'm looking at nature: a waterfowl grazed Lusui and flew to Lu Lu badminton Road! I'm not looking at words, I'm looking at life: poke salted duck eggs with chopsticks, and cheep-red oil comes out!
Those words that I once disdained can be so beautiful. After more than ten years of Feng Shui experience in Moshan, what he lacks most is details and authenticity. So I started the last imitation. I want to learn more, have fun, get rid of the so-called gorgeous rhetoric and imaginary sad atmosphere, and write something that really belongs to me.
Qi Baishi once said, "Those who learn from me live and those who learn from me die". This sentence is applicable to any field, and it is still developing to use connotation and spirituality for its own use. Simply copying can only be self-defeating If I could understand this truth when I was at school, there wouldn't be so much black history. ...