Such an episode did not affect everyone's mood. On the contrary, everyone made fun of Wang Yi more.
Some people say that a scholar can know the affairs of the world without going out.
Some people say that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles.
The daily life of writers may be more boring than that of ordinary people, and things like what Wang Yi encountered today can even be considered rare.
Maybe, what happened today will become the material for Wang Yi's writings in the future.
Writers do not necessarily need to have experienced similar things when creating works, but it would definitely be better if they could have more experiences.
Most writers also incorporate their own experiences into their works.
Sometimes when readers are reading a book, they may be surprised when they see some passages that they find incredible, thinking that the author made them up or deliberately used exaggeration.
In fact, this is not the case. Reality is often stranger than fiction.
Zhuang Yu previously wrote a novel that reflected the backward thinking of rural areas, and wrote a sad thing in it.
There are three generations of a family. A young couple goes out to work, and a son and a daughter are left to be raised by their grandparents.
One day, my grandma was giving her grandson a bath. She finished washing the older granddaughter first and prepared to dress her. She was afraid that the water temperature was too low and her grandson would catch a cold in the water, so she put the bathtub on the coal stove to heat it.
Even the child was placed in the basin.
Later, maybe my grandma was old and mentally ill, and while dressing her granddaughter, she forgot that her grandson was still on top of the coal stove, causing the child to be cooked alive.
When this incident was written, some people did not believe it at all. It was not Zhuang Yu who was creating tragedy for the sake of tragedy.
But to Zhuang Yu, this incident actually happened, and it happened in their same village.
However, this incident also reminded Zhuang Yu that although such things happen in reality, he is not a journalist after all, and his job is not to record the news truthfully. He should be concerned about the effect of the story after it is written.
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If it is written down, many people will first feel that it is false. Regardless of whether the things written in it are well-founded and testable, it will be a failure on some level.
Before the food and wine were served, everyone was chatting about today's events, and Zhuang Yu also mentioned the previous incident.
After listening to Zhuang Yu's words, Liu Yuan said, "I don't think you need to consider the readers' feelings too much. Although I know that you are taking care of the readers, over time, you are somewhat trying to please the readers, and it is difficult to stick to your true intentions."
Liu Yuan expressed his objections, and was later objected by Wang Yi, "If you express your thoughts without considering the feelings of the audience, it is tantamount to talking to yourself."
"Perhaps the best literary work is talking to oneself." Liu Yuan said.
Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows, which reminded him of Zhu Guangqian.
Zhu Guangqian once mentioned his opinion in an open letter: The best writing is talking to oneself.
It coincides with what Liu Yuan said at this time.
It is not surprising that Liu Yuan and the former Zhu Guangqian had such thoughts, because most pure literature is like this. The author's intention at the beginning of creation is to vent what cannot be vented in his heart.
When Zhu Guangqian later explained what he said, he also quoted Lawrence's words: Art for myself.
He was a loyal believer of Croce, and Croce believed that art is expression, expression is intuition, and intuition is the pure synthesis of the mind where emotion and image intersect to produce a specific form. Therefore, the creation of art
It is completely conceived in the heart and then completed in the heart.
As for the art of writing out what is in your heart, it is nothing more than a physical fact.
However, Zhu Guangqian's thoughts changed somewhat later.
"Zhang Zhong, what do you think?"
Zhang Zhong was recalling "Talking about Literature" when he was suddenly asked by Yu Dongyu, and he said with a smile, "Liu Yuan, what you said is somewhat inconsistent with what you did."
Liu Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "How do you say that?"
"Ask yourself, can your works speak to yourself?" Zhang Zhong asked.
Liu Yuan pondered, then shook his head helplessly, "No."
"Of course not. There are many places in your works that create suspense and foreshadowing. If you were just talking to yourself, there would be no need for these things to exist. And the reason why you write like this is actually because you hope to have an effect in the readers' minds.
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Wang Yishen agreed: "Looking at it this way, many techniques in literature and art are actually used to impress readers. If you are just talking to yourself, you don't need those techniques at all. And most of us here can't show off.
Our own works speak for themselves, because many of us are professional writers and have preconceived ideas about producing literary works before we pay attention to inspiration. Our original intention is to write a work for people to appreciate."
Liu Yuan wrinkled his face. Although he did not say that he agreed with Zhang Zhong's remarks, he must have heard what they said in his heart.
Probably at this time, two different thoughts were competing with each other in his mind.
Now the food and wine were on the table, Zhang Zhong said with a smile, "We'll talk about other things later. Let's use our chopsticks first. There was a little accident tonight and the meal time was a little late. Everyone is already hungry."
It's almost eight o'clock now. Fortunately, it's summer and it's only just dark.
Wang Yi picked up the wine glass and said proactively, "It's my fault. I'll punish myself with a drink."
Seeing him toasting, Liu Yuan joked, "You have to pay attention, you came here in a car. Don't forget to find a driver later."
Wang Yi waved his hand, "Don't worry, I can push the car back even if I push it."
Zhuang Yu said: "Don't be in a hurry to drink this glass of wine. Let's play a game. If you win, we will give you this glass of wine for free."
"What if we lose?"
"If you lose, you will naturally have two drinks."
Wang Yi thought for a while and said, "Okay, how do you want to play? Is it another shot?"
"We won't play shooting this time." Zhuang Yu shook his head and said, "This game is very simple. One person says a word, and then you have five seconds to say whether the word's sign is odd or even."
Wang Yi curled his lips and said, "What's the difference between this kind of question and guessing? As long as you name a lot of words, I can only guess blindly. The probability is only 50 to 50."
"No, no, this game is very different from guessing, because you choose the person who will give the question yourself. You can choose anyone at this table to give the question. If the person you choose is not willing to make things difficult for you
, if I give you a simple one, wouldn’t you win?”
When Wang Yi heard this, he nodded and said, "Okay, I agree, then I will choose the person to ask the question."