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What are you most afraid of lacking in literary and artistic creation?

People who engage in literary and artistic creation are called writers. To create excellent literary and artistic works, writers need many things. A writer must have rich knowledge, strong language skills, rich life experience, passion, imagination, creativity...

Yehu believes that the most important thing is to have Conscience, intellectuals are the conscience of society, and writers are the conscience of society. If a writer really has a sense of social responsibility, no matter how good the artistry of his works is, the social value will not be great; what's more, it will be harmful to society instead of beneficial, which is even worse.

The ancients talked about "literature to carry the Tao", which emphasized the social enlightenment function of literature and art. In Mao Zedong's "Speech at the Yan'an Forum on Literature and Art", he proposed the creative policy that "literature and art must serve the masses of the people". In fact, it also points out the social function of literature and art.

Today, when utilitarianism comes first, many writers only focus on the market, sales, circulation, and income when creating, blindly catering to the public, pleasing the public, entertainment first, and forgetting education and guidance. The public has lost their sense of social responsibility, and some have even lost their conscience.

What is most feared to be lacking in literary and artistic creation is morality, conscience, and social responsibility.

Literary and artistic creation is most afraid of lacking the exciting element. If the work has no soul, no matter how long it is or how beautiful the rhetoric is, it will be difficult to move the viewer to agree.

Successful literary and artistic works always strive for excellence, work slowly and produce fine products, and are presented to the public with novel and unique themes. Of course, it is not ruled out that there are individual geniuses who can achieve success in one go.

Most cultural creations are inseparable from the perception of daily life. It is undeniable that simple and down-to-earth works are most in line with the taste of the public.

Therefore, I believe that works with positive energy are worth promoting. And the dark side needs to be exposed. It is necessary to write a hymn, but also to present the gray areas so that viewers can better distinguish between right and wrong.

To put it simply, the most feared lack of literary and artistic creation is life and inspiration.

First of all, any literary and artistic creation must originate from life. Without the experience of life and the accumulation of long-term life, it will be difficult to write works that are higher than life and move people. For example, many famous writers at home and abroad are the result of years or years of long-term life accumulation before creating.

Secondly, it is creative inspiration. Any literary and artistic creation requires the writer to have inspiration before creation. This inspiration is sometimes considered to be instantaneous. In fact, writers generate it on the basis of long-term life accumulation. Therefore, it can be said that inspiration is the spark of the collision between life accumulation and creative desire. It can also be said that it is the writer's own impulse before creation. This is very important for the writer. It is very important for a writer. There may be many inspirations before the writer determines the theme of creation, or it may be determined by the writer after a long time or many times of selection. It is also the most important kind of inspiration in the entire conception process before the writer starts writing. impulse.

About fame

I miss a gentleman who taught modern art trends. Often speaking in a lighthearted way, he would first tell us some examples of plays, movies, or premieres that had been previewed or performed in Paris, or sculptures, furnishings, or paintings that were on display, and then apply aesthetic principles to these examples. on, or expound the principles of aesthetics from these examples. We often listen to his classes first and then go to see them. To this day, whenever I gain some understanding or joy from art appreciation, and experience waves of happiness in my heart, I always miss this European gentleman with joy. His brilliance, tone of voice, appearance and casual embellishments are all fresh in my mind; I felt as intimate as if I had just listened to his class. But the name of this European gentleman is not as famous as in Europe, so I forgot it.

I regret my forgetfulness, sorry sir, but I look forward to the artistic workers - especially the comrades who are stuck in the practice: they must pay attention to the profound impression they leave in people's hearts. Concerned about the decline of fame.

Nothing is more famous than flies; there is hot weather everywhere, and their voices and footprints are everywhere; they have more opportunities to fly close to beautiful women than you do, and they have more opportunities to attend grand banquets than you do. You are lonely, I know. ——How can I know. Since you are not famous, you are really lonely. But a "fly swatter" is not considered a killing tool in the hands of a monk: the Oxfam mentioned.

Yes, there are even more people like this, who smile like a broken gong and say to everyone they meet: "The eunuch Sanbao personally scolded me for forgetting my bastard"; they are "eunuch Sanbao"! A famous person congratulates himself if he scolds him "from his own mouth"; he lives his life just to enjoy this most sincere compliment. And you are not the "three-bao eunuch", nor the first-bao. You are just a nobody. You gave him honest praise for encouragement. Although it was also "personally", he thanked you instead and said that you were flattering; because he knew: You are a real nobody, not fake. But you also have the right to know: he is a real bastard, not fake. If everyone is honest, no one will suffer. If you are worried about your own namelessness because of his smile, it means that black people are fighting fiercely with black people in the night.

"I just feel that I have no face to the common people"? Yes. So when fame grows naturally from hard work, you don't have to hide yourself like water gushes from the bottom of the well, it is the fruit of hard work. There should be well water in the well. Those who dig wells should also drink well water. The man who dug the well is proud: the well water has been dug out. And even digging a well for water and working hard for fame is still very decent. But where exactly is the "head" buried? Are you really buried in hard work? Or just buried in the quilt or floating vanity? This must be clarified.

A friend told a joke. It is said that there was a judge with a bad memory. He escorted a monk to a distant place where the army was exiled, opened an account, and checked it before leaving every day: a straw hat, a shackle, a monk, and "I". The monk knew that he was recording himself in the account like a straw hat, and he was afraid that like the straw hat, he would also lose it. One night, as soon as he fell asleep, he shaved his head, put a shackle on his head, and ran away. When he got up the next day, he checked: a straw hat and a shackle were all there; where was the monk? I touched my head, it was smooth, and the monk was there; where is "me"? I searched again and again, but I don’t know where I am. He is still looking for his "I" to this day.

And when we are at work, we should not lose ourselves; when it comes to things like fame, there is no need to look around - forget about "where did I go?" There is no shortage of such people in the world: they are as silent as books, and contain wisdom in their hearts like books; they are scattered in far corners, but they are also silently close to you; therefore, you are not lonely, when If you are really working hard, someone will know.

Some people travel thousands of miles to pick a flower - to seek fame. The flowers wither before his age. When we walk on the road, we have a greater purpose. When we were walking on the road, it started to snow, so we just took a few snowflakes home and didn't brush them away.

Mr. Romain Rolland only became famous in his fifties, which is not too early. The author of "Lunheng", Wang Chong of the Han Dynasty, took more than a thousand (?) years to become famous; this is not too late. It's too late if you don't work hard.

One aspect of the temperament of an artist is that he does not care about fame or not - this is how he is free and easy, like our European gentleman.

I miss him. While I admire the gentlemen and contemporaries who deserve the title, I wish I had more gentlemen like this European gentleman.

Catching Weavers

There is no talent on the beach in Shanghai. Because he has no talent, he devotes himself to a very peaceful industry: holding a needle with a needle stuck at the bottom. With a short bamboo pole (thinner than a mourning stick, and thinner than some big artist's walking sticks), he hunched his head and arched his back, making a "ta-ta-ta" sound with the soles of his feet on the sidewalk, running in small steps and looking for cigarette butts. Just use the needle at the bottom of the small bamboo pole to prick it up and put it into a cigarette can. If there are too many, they sell them to a stall rolling crappy cigarettes by the Huangpu River.

This is called "catching tailors", which means catching crickets.

The tram stops at the big station for a long time. If you want to scan it, the weaver will jump on to catch the weaver. By the way, you can also take advantage of the first-class tram that is not running. Then the ticket sellers would often sweep them down along with the person and ashes. Was it swept down? Just catch Taiwei in the ashes.

Most every job is nobler than the person who does it, because work makes people live; literature is nobler than writers, and the identity of tailoring is not as good as tailoring. But people give life to work, so there are noble writers first and then the sublimity of literature. The value of tailoring is only discovered when those who follow it are swept into the ashes and endure humiliation.

Some tailors are happier than the old husbands of young modern wives: wearing lipstick. But half a cigarette was thrown away, lying on the ground smoking lightly, like a pretty boy lying on the bed sweating, and the modern lady lit up another cigarette. Some were plucked from the kind-hearted lips, and they were about to burn the non-rumoring lips before they were sucked in painfully and the last two mouthfuls were thrown away. Cigarette butts also have various life experiences and fates. The tailors who also threw them on the street picked them up and rolled them into cigarettes, and then burned them into cigarette butts

The children lit lanterns to catch the tailors and the autumn wind blew (so the children Be careful that your interests and lanterns are blown out by the autumn wind). The tailors that Yakuza caught with small bamboo poles are available all year round, because in all seasons there are all kinds of people smoking all kinds of cigarettes, coming out of all kinds of doors, and walking on the sidewalk with various wishes; people Smoking means throwing away cigarette butts in all seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Therefore, the tailors had to eat for twelve months, although not three hundred and sixty-five days, and they also smoked fine cigarettes: the tailors picked up the clothes and smoked them themselves (at this time, he looked down on smoking "not" fine cigarettes. Cigarettes do not spread rumors)! Then put out the fire and throw it into the jar. This gave rise to a very free and easy philosophy of life: "Begging for food for three years, it would be annoying to be carried in eight sedan chairs to become an official!" He asked the master to carry the sedan chair to the sidewalk to catch the tailor.

This kind of industry doesn’t seem to have a big future, but it doesn’t seem to hurt anyone, and it even helps with sidewalk cleaning. Of course, it’s not that we don’t want to hurt people when we catch tailors, nor that we don’t want to hurt people when we catch tailors. It’s because the small bamboo pole is only equipped with a cigarette butt end and can’t hold out a rake. It’s because this industry itself is determined to be beneficial to sidewalk cleaning. . Therefore, the gentleman is busy changing his career. That cane should be cut thinner and thinner.

Being too complacent may bury talents: reasonable ambition can bring out or even improve talents. Therefore, we agree with the Yakuza’s climb up: from a little Yakuza to a “white-faced man (gangster)” to a “tycoon (the best among gangsters)”; from selling rotten bananas to opening a big bank.

But what should I do if I can’t afford to open a big bank all of a sudden? Then work hard to pinch a small bamboo pole, or weave and smoke high-quality cigarettes.

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I also smoke cigarettes, and that’s the only thing like Chairman Mao. Sometimes I would go to the cave in the middle of the night to catch my discarded weavings, which was much more positive than working, studying and producing. There are no sidewalks in my cave dwelling, so weaving is rarer than lighting lanterns to catch fish. The joy of catching one is greater than the extra allowance, the spirit is a hundred times higher, and the feelings are "rich", and they fly away with the smoke. Some thoughts are very stubborn and do not fly away. They are left in a booklet as a gift from a friend. Now I'm almost going to fill up a volume, and I'll give it a general name called "Zhu Zhi"; the meaning is very simple: don't open a big bank, just sell rotten bananas.

I am a baby lover: I always want to say a few words every day to let it grow like a child, but I always suffocate it in the silence like a dead house. The house of death is about to open, and something is about to come out; in the future, perhaps it will be appropriate to pick out some persistent thoughts from this booklet. "Zuo Zhuan" says "Shan Jun follows the crowd". I wonder if this is the explanation: when both sides' opinions are of equal value ("Shan Jun" and "Jun"), then only obey the majority ("Follow the crowd"). Most of my feelings are ridiculous. But fortunately, more than one person in the world can laugh, because there is more than one funny thing and more than one funny person. The waves rolled up from the sea and hit the sky, and then shattered into the sea with a roar. It was not the sky that was broken. How many drops of water flew away? We are the sea, and the laughter of others is also our own wave.

The last ridiculous person in the world has not yet been born, just like the last light has not been blown out. Do you want the sea not to be wetted by its own waves? It's difficult again.

Just like writing a big book, let’s write a preface first: it’s more grand and grand. It's the order.

Whip Corpse

When I put on my new uniform, and it was actually a so-called cadre uniform, I suddenly shuddered because I felt that my appearance was completely new: new uniform - new form. We still have the same thing in us: old habits—old content.

Every moldy, poisonous and rusty old content of mine wears a new revolutionary uniform, appears at meetings, rides on horses, lives in high mountains, walks on the road, and talks about , smiling.

Everywhere I meet people greet each other. When someone with high status comes, I leave behind those without status. When someone with a higher status comes, I leave the one with a lower status behind. I don’t walk on flat ground, I’m always dealing with it, and I’m still in the reptilian age.

What grows inside the orange peel should be an orange, not a peach. Orange has its own color that announces that autumn is coming. Lotus leaves and lotus roots are in harmony. As for my new form and old content, this is the executioner, with a bloody knife inserted into the scabbard of revolution.

My head was pulled out again (my objection). The other warriors thought that the one being laughed at was also at fault, and sighed; the fake warrior was afraid of the edge of the knife, and was even more determined that he deserved his death, and used ridicule to to remember him. In fact, there are so many times when we should laugh?

A rotten fruit is more honest than me: its heart is rotten and its skin is rotten. ——And when I put on the revolutionary military uniform, I am a revolutionary comrade.

The bacteria of syphilis are more honest than I am: they can rot deep into the internal organs and even doctors can’t see them, but they can also rot outside the skin that cannot be covered, such as the backs of hands and noses, and only fools can’t see them. , only the blind cannot see. ——And when I put on the revolutionary scabbard, I become a revolutionary weapon.

Doctors themselves will get sick if they come into contact with patients every day. However, a patient cannot wear the doctor's white clothes and go to the doctor for surgery. And I lifted up this blood-stained white dress in the wind, and said that this was my red shirt.

I have countless versions of myself;

There are countless good ones,

There are countless better ones.

——There are really countless good ones and countless better ones. But there is also bad and worse circulating in my veins. I need a blood test.

I want to infuse the blood of the real body - the real blood of Marxism-Leninism.

I want not to find a single impure bubble in the sea formed by this blood.

I don’t allow this blood to flow only on the surface of my skin and my mouth, pretending to be a warrior bravely injured, pretending to be a successful soldier; I must let it flow into my limbs and bones like snow. Drifting into the snow, soaking into the rain and disappearing, it seemed to be annihilating myself, but in fact it was expanding myself, making me truly one of the new races.

I do not allow Marxism-Leninism to be just a new uniform: I want it to become the new skin of my whole body.

I want to be like studying paleontology and not be afraid of discovering that the ancestors of human beings are animals. I want to engage in "underground excavation" to study myself and not be afraid of discovering my own animal nature. Since there is indeed an animal nature left in human nature, Like lies mingled into oaths, stocks mingled into poems. I want to give me my due reward and "retribution" for every "geological era" for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years.

In order for every good and better me to be able to live calmly and calmly, to have the opportunity to further develop talents and personalities, and to no longer be like being stuck forever. Like a painting, I will pull out all the old contents of myself from all the new forms, new uniforms, and new scabbards, "whip the corpses of nine hundred," "discard them in the market," and "kill one to serve as a warning to a hundred."

My family has a glorious and traditional past, and now it is in the midst of an unprecedentedly difficult struggle. Its future is infinitely glorious.

——It is truly infinitely brilliant.

Being nurtured by this glory, illuminated by this glory, I will fight against this cause day by day, and will expose myself, flog myself, and then re-recognize myself, rearrange myself, and correct myself. It will also be an important and necessary front of fire in this difficult struggle.

Individually, at most part of me, my speed is almost backward compared with the fastest. But the trees are big, and the leaves fall more, and the adults in the team also fall more: when we sweep the leaves, we only feel regret and not hatred, and when we wait for the stragglers to catch up, we feel no hatred, only regret, - although people are not specifically interested in trees to sweep fallen leaves. , and the original wish to join the team is definitely not to be killed by the backward people, command the battle, and respect them as generals.

The road is long; the whip of a thin horse can also drive it to gallop faster and farther when hit on a good horse.

"People's Daily" (second page, September 5, 1957) published an article titled "Loyalty to the Ding-Chen Group Encourages the Right to Attack and Promote Trotskyist Theory (shoulder title) Li Youran is an anti-Party ugly type, which ignores the facts." The article "Accomplice (Subject)" once "quoted" the text in the name of Li Youran, indicating that it was written with real evidence in black and white, so it was reported to the central government and distributed throughout the country.

However, a review of the authentic original document showed that the original text in quotation marks was not found, and the so-called "quotation" was actually a frame-up. The article was written by Guo Xiaochuan. The words he used in quotation marks are not Li Youran's original words - Li Youran never wrote "Marxism-Leninism is just a new set of clothes." Li Youran's original sentence was "I will not allow Marxism-Leninism to be just a new uniform: I want It will definitely become the new skin of my whole body.”